#tried to put my own spin on it! it was hard to pick a spot bc this build takes up A Lot of space🍃

[nordsea-horizons]

sunken path🌱 im late to this trend i know, but it really is such a cool area to include if you have the space! credit for the idea to crossingani_ ofc🍃

[cannellee]

mikey with a omega who’s shorter than him?

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha!mikey x tiny!omega!reader

— his reaction to having an omega shorter than him

my masterlist: ☆

mikey loves his bite sized omega! so cute and frail, so easy to hold and spin around in his arms.

mikey himself is fairly short, especially for an alpha. of course he makes up for his height with his strength, but there's something endearing and so right about having a smaller omega by his side.

it's simply the way you run up to him and instantly look like a lost puppy, your size making you look so much cuter.

his adoration for you is limitless. he can't get over how adorable you are during any circumstances of your life, it's like you were made to look lovely.

you're so huggable, the perfect human pillow for him to take a nap on. your lap is the comfiest, but he definitely prefers to hold you from behind at night, tucking your little body against his chest and gently kissing your forehead. you fit so perfectly against him and he won't sleep any other way !

what he loves about it, is how big your nest looks compared to you. you always look so lost, swimming inside all the blankets and pillows. it makes him want to cuddle with you so bad, shower you with pheromones and roll you into a burrito so that you can't escape his kisses.

same with his clothes. the first time you tried them on, he laughed and took a picture of you, loving how it highlighted your height. now, he forces you into all of his sweaters whenever you step a foot into his home. the claim it puts on you calms him down and it fuels his urge to keep you safe and sound because of how cute it makes you look.

but also, he'll take it as his chance to tease you a lot, hiding his laugh at the way your frown deepens and your mouth pouts out of annoyance. he just can't take you seriously, even with your arms crossed and your reprimands. not when you have to look up at him, big doe eyes fixated on him despite how tough you try to appear.

the only think he'll want to do is pinch your cheeks and pick you up all he wants. after all, you can't do anything to stop him and seeing your little legs uselessly kick in the air for him to let you go, gives him a heart attack.

he won't directly admit how he loves your height. instead, he'll make slight jokes about how small omegas like you shouldn't be acting all big and mighty.

he pats your head a lot! that could be considered his love language at this point. always digging his fingers through your smooth hair, telling you how perfect you look next to him.

whenever you get lost in crowds, you send mikey into a panic and he somehow never expects you to creep up behind him even though that's how you always surprise him.

needless to say he didn't see you coming!

you're basically drowning between all those people and you have to hold mikey's arm like a lifeline when the streets are getting way too busy.

he once tied a balloon to your back when you went to an amusement park that was particularly crowded. funnily enough, he could spot you really well, watching how the pink balloon seemed to float on its own and guided him to your excited self.

but you sometimes look so helpless mikey can't help but be constantly worried. such a vulnerable omega.., he knows you'd have a hard time without him.

of course, mikey isn't the most reliable person in terms of housework and such, but he can definitely protect you. he'd much rather play the role of guard dog than anything else.

and it's true that you sometimes look a bit clueless and it doesn't help that your small height makes you look even more like a prey than other omegas. it looks so easy to crush you and hurt you... mikey is scared that one clumsy move on his part will have you collapse before him.

and what about the others ? both his fear of losing you and his clingy personality can't let you go out on your own without at least his scent on you. a strong and capable scent to warn off others.

as for you, he thinks your scent goes so well with your appearance. you won't be able to see a scent match this well with its owner. a cute, sweet and candy-like scent, perfectly suited for such a lovely omega like you.

he goes behind you and puts his chin on top of your head, casually breathing you in. you ask what he's doing but he's simply holding you still, telling you to stop moving.

but really, this tiny size you've got makes mikey even more protective of you. he has been friends with other alphas his whole life and he knows how disrespectful and disgusting they can get towards an omega who looks as naive and innocent as you.

he tries to teach you to look more fierce, but those soft features of yours can't fool anyone...

in the end, it doesn't really matter and he won't pressure you into learning to fight. mikey can be distrustful and cautious for the both of you, so you don't need to worry your pretty head over anything of the sort. let your big and powerful alpha do his job and simply enjoy life like you deserve !

really, all he wants is to preserve that bright personality of yours, keep you away from those who could hurt you and stop you from having any bad experiences simply because of how you were born.

[seullovesme]

slow dancing in the dark » irene

pairing ⥬ bae joohyun x reader

genre ⥬ angst

summary ⥬ you're in love with irene, but she's in love with someone else.

unrequited love

part 1 | part 2

you watched the girl talk so animatedly with the guy across from her. this was stupid. you should not have agreed to sit on the other side of the cafe from your best friend, who was currently on her date. she had asked you to stay in case something were to happen and of course being wrapped around her finger, you caved in and did as she asked.

it was clearly unnecessary because she was enjoying herself, and you were just sitting there like an idiot. an idiot watching the one she loves fall for a different person.

you weren't going to deny it for a second. you are in love with bae joohyun, the only woman who was ever able to increase your heart rate with a simple touch or make your head spin at the thought of her smile. she was your soulmate, someone who you knew would be there for you no matter the circumstance, your best friend. you watched her laugh at whatever that man said as if it was the funniest joke on planet earth. it made your eyes roll into the back of your head in annoyance, it could not have been that funny.

so lost in your own head, you didn't even notice their date coming to an end. joohyun stood up, the guy following after her, and she thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. it lit a fire in your stomach, the feeling of jealousy was something you were familiar with. after all, you were in love with possibly the most beautiful girl. but it was not your place to feel this way. it's not like you were her girlfriend or anything.

her date walks away with a huge smile on his slightly pink face, exiting through the main door of the cafe. you turn to your best friend who remained standing in the same spot, seeing her looking down and biting her index finger with a smile on her face as well. her smile was gorgeous, too bad she was thinking of another person as she gladly showed her pearly white teeth.

-

your eyebrows furrowed. you were lounging on joohyun's couch, mindlessly scrolling through your instagram that was ironically filled with image and pictures posted by couples. was the world playing some joke on you? you turned your phone off and put it down with a huff. how annoying.

the sound of clattering catches your attention and you stand up in a panic, making your way to the room of the other girl where the sound had came from.

"hyun, are you okay?" you ask in a worried tone as you opened the door, revealing your best friend picking up her makeup from off the floor. "ah, sorry if i disturbed you. i just dropped my makeup bag." she responded, glancing up at you once or twice in between words. you examined her figure, specifically her outfit.

"what are you so dressed up for?" you questioned. she completed collecting her items and zipped it closed before placing it back onto her vanity. she sighed in relief and grinned. " junmyeon asked for a second date and i said yes! i'm so excited to see him again after our first date. he's such a great guy and i really hope things work out between us, i've never met anyone quite like him."

at first you felt a little upset or hurt, but seeing how happy she was made it hard for you to maintain such a negative emotion. if you couldn't be happy, at least she was and if her being happy meant giving her up then you were content with your decision. hopefully he treats her like a princess, how she really deserves to be treated.

"i hope you enjoy your date joohyun-ah. i'll be heading to my place right now." you gave her a hug which caught her off guard for a split second, but she returned your comforting embrace. you closed your eyes and tried to memorize the feeling of her body against yours, and how great it felt to be so close to her. when you backed away, you looked directly into her dark brown eyes and engraved the image of them into your mind.

you thought you were being a bit over the top, but there was no way you'd be able to face her after this. not without experiencing those same butterflies you had when you were with her. she would be better off without being burdened by your feelings, and you were better off letting her go.

"i'll call you tonight like we usually do and tell you about our date when i come back home, y/n."

you nodded and turned to leave. once you reached the front door, you held the knob but the call of your name caused you to pause. "thank you for being there for me. i could have never asked for a better friend." your heart clenched at her words but you could only smile. it was just a reminder that you were just her friend.

"any time, unnie." you reply after facing her direction, seeing her stand a few feet away in a stunning red dress that you had bought her for her birthday. "let's call later?" she asked, and you nodded eagerly.

"talk to you later, hyun." you swung the door open and stepped out, closing it behind you. as you made your way to your car, you pulled out your phone and messaged a close friend that you were going to stay over for the night. after sending the text, you completely shut down your phone not planning to turn it back on later today, or maybe even for the rest of the week for that matter.

you'll probably also throw out the bouquet of red tulips you have in your car, there's no way you'll able to go with your plan and confess anytime soon anyways. not when she's found someone who makes her happier than you, it's just not possible. but her happiness over yours, right?

im contemplating on making a pt. 2 where they end up together or leaving it open like this

[starfxkr]

Hey star!! I love your work sm maybe continue with sugardaddy Rafe x sad pogue bunny girl that he found crying on the beach js thinking about how he would go from being the sweetest to her when she needs something to fucking her nice n hard when she misbehaves :( js wan Rafe to put me in my place

shopping trips with rafe always start off well— you’d never had so many clothes in your life, let alone designer.

for the most part you got to pick out what you want, but rafes influence was there. “mmm i dunno bunny, that ones nice and all but you would look fuckin delicious in this.” he would gently ease whatever you had out of your hands and replace it with his choice, slowly but surely molding you into his perfect girl.

but you could never quite relinquish all of your pougeish ways, as sweet as you are. that steely rebelliousness needed to survive in the cut would rear its ugly head every now and then.

“i fuckin hate these sandals rafe i cant walk in them.” you stumbled around his room, ankles wobbling as you tried to stay upright. you may have been girly but you were practical— comfy sneakers and cute slides were the main thing to line your meagre closet and here he was trying to put you in strappy heels.

“i dont recall asking you that bun, now give me a spin.” rafe sighed and dragged a hand over his mouth, the vein in his forehead throbbed in irritation.

instead of doing what he said you bent over to take them off in a huff, “fuck you.” no sooner have you muttered it does he have a hand clamped on the back of your neck pushing you to the bed.

“wanna repeat that? dont think i heard you the first time.

uselessly you try to buck him off, “please let me go. im sorry.”

“nah too late for that, you’re gonna learn to respect your daddy you got that? now be a good bunny and relax.” rafe pushes your panties to the side and runs his fingers up and down your slit, feeling you grow wetter with each pass. “there you go, open up for me.”

you cant help the whimper that comes out your mouth when he finally circles your clit, gathering more and more of your wetness before finally sliding two fingers knuckles deep inside your sensitive cunt.

“yea its not gonna take you long at all.” the squelch of your pussy grows louder as he crooks his fingers against the sticky spot inside of you that makes you whimper. before you can cum he pulls away, “you thought thats all i was gonna do? nah bunny, ima set you right with this dick.” rafe drops is slacks, pushing your dress further up so your tits are exposed, “spread that ass for me cmon.”

with a whimper you grip the soft flesh of your ass adn spread your cheeks open for him, giving him the perfect view of your puckered hole and wet pussy. you flinch when you feel a warm glob of spit land on your asshole, “rafe…i-im not ready for that.”

rafe just presses a thumb against the tight flesh and shushed you, “dont give me that just relax.” his thumb sinks in and you moan at the stretch, “god you’re so fuckin pretty.”

“please daddy…” you trail off, not even sure what you’re begging for, but rafe seems to know—he slides his thick dick inside of you, groaning at the way your wet walls pulse around him and the added toght fit of his thumb in your ass.

“here we go bunny, ima get that attitude fixed right up.” he doesnt even bother starting slow, immediately pounding into you like a jackhammer.

his words from earlier were right— it wasn’t gonna take you long at all. “oh fuck—mmm—it’s too much.” your words just spurned him on, fucking you with his dick and finger until you were a boneless pile beneath him.

“cum for me bunny, give your daddy what he wants.”

with a pitiful squeak you cream all over his dick, your whole body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

“you feel so fucking good sweetheart, never gonna get tid of you— gonna fuckin fill you up with all my babies.” rafes hips slam so hard into your own, they bounce back off the mattress, his thumb slipping out. you were so fucked out you barely registered his words…but what you did recognised made you tremble.

babies?

but there was no more time to think about it, because rafe was filling you with so much cum he vaguely thinks he might have knocked you up.

he settles his large body over you, tired and satiated. “you gonna be a good girl now and out on those shoes?”

all you can do is nod.

[pankowperfection]

For Rudy or Drew, you pick. You and him are best friends. He takes you to all the premiers and parties because he loves you so much and wants you to have the time of your life, but he always ends up taking someone else home afterward. One night, you decide you're sick of waiting for him to finally see you, so you decide to hook up with some random at the party. His own hookup doesn't go well (girl is too sloppy drunk or something) and he goes looking for you to go home. He finds you making out with some guy, becomes enraged and jealous, takes you home, and shows you in the most unholy way who you really belong to.

Tired of Waiting

warnings: smut, 18+, oral (fem receiving), slight choking

Another night, another party at some upscale club in downtown Los Angeles. You'd almost grown tired of this routine, Rudy inviting you to every event, even going as far as buying you outfits to wear. No matter what you did or how hard you tried to get him to see you as more than a friend or the "good time girl", he always ended up leaving with someone else. Tonight would be no different it seemed.

The laser lights bounce off of every reflective surface, almost making it hard to see as you wind your hips to the beat of the song the DJ is playing. As if your body can sense his presence, you turn around and spot the tall blonde man in the corner. Anger simmers in your system when you see a long legged brunette approaching him, quickly pulling him into a kiss while his hands slide to her ass.

You march your way over to the bar, ordering a double shot of tequila and catching the attention of an attractive stranger in the process. His eyes descend over your body, warming your skin from the inside out as his gaze lingers on your cleavage spilling from the top of your dress before sliding lower, taking his time to admire your bare legs.

"Damn sweetheart, you're this beautiful and you love tequila? Where have you been all my life?"

You laugh for the first time that night, enjoying the fact that someone can appreciate you.

"Well thank you. You look pretty hot yourself."

He's almost the opposite of Rudy. Short, brown hair. An intricate sleeve of tattoos working its way from his muscled forearm up until it disappears under his stylish button down shirt. He definitely works out, biceps threatening to rip the material to shreds if he moves the wrong way. His confidence is sexy, you can't quite put your finger on it but something about him screams dangerous and you are loving it. Your heart kicks into overdrive when he grabs your hand and pulls you onto the dance floor.

His hands make a new home on your hips, pulling your back flush against his front as you start to grind against him. His hot breath fans over your neck and tickles your ear, an involuntary shiver shooting through your body at the sensations. Without overthinking it you spin in his arms, placing your hands behind his neck and pulling him into a heated kiss.

If he was surprised he doesn't show it. One hand slides into your hair, angling your head before his tongue pushes into your mouth. The other moves to cup your ass, grabbing a handful before landing a soft spank that makes you gasp. You're so caught up in the moment you don't even notice Rudy emerging from the back hallway, the girl from earlier already forgotten as she was too drunk to even stand up.

He rudely interrupts the moment, clearly pissed about not getting a hookup tonight. "Come on y/n, time to go."

You jump at the sound of his voice, feeling guilty for a second before it disappears. "No thanks Rudy, I think I'll stay."

You give him your back, about to start kissing your new mystery man again before being pulled back by your wrist.

"I said let's go. Don't make me tell you again."

Something in his eyes tells you he isn't kidding. You mutter a quick apology to your date before being dragged out of the club, struggling to keep up with Rudy's long strides in your heels.

The ride home is deathly quiet, the tension between the two of you so thick you can taste it. When he takes a turn that leads to his place rather than yours your anxiety kicks up a notch.

"What are you doing Ru? You know this isn't the way to my apartment."

"Shut up y/n. Don't push me right now."

You've never seen him like this, eyes wild with you weren't sure what. His grip on the steering wheel tight enough to make his knuckles white. As soon as you pull up to his house he's out of the car, slamming the door behind him as you try to catch up.

"What the fuck is your problem today? You take home a different girl every time we go out and the ONE time I find a guy who is interested in me, you ruin it."

The words are barely out of your mouth before you're shoved against the front door that just shut behind you, hands easily pinned above your head with just one of his.

"You want to know what my problem is sweetheart? News flash, it's you. How can you not see that I've been trying to keep myself in control around you since the day we met?"

He cages you in, leaning his forehead against yours until he's so close that each word from his mouth brushes against your lips. The hard lines of his body somehow feel just right pressed against your soft curves, heat settling low in your belly at the feeling of his semi hard cock laying against your stomach.

"Everything about you drives me crazy. Do you know how many times I've had to take care of myself after being around you in a tiny excuse for a bikini or a super short dress? How many nights I've imagined what you taste like? How you sound when you moan? If you want me as badly as I want you?"

Pleasure replaces your initial shock, hot lust swirling through your veins as his words sink in.

"If all that is true, then what are you going to do about it? Hmm?"

You want to tease him, make him wait like he has you but the truth is you are tired of waiting, desperate to see if the rumors are true about how good he is in bed.

"I'm going to show you what you always should have known, you're mine sweetheart."

He doesn't waste anymore time, capturing you in a passionate kiss that you feel all the way to your toes. He moans at the taste of you and you take advantage, plunging your tongue into his mouth. Without breaking the kiss he easily picks you up, wrapping your legs around his torso before carrying you to the couch.

He gets your dress off in record time, hungry eyes taking in every inch of your exposed flesh. Your mouth dries when he pulls off his shirt and pants, leaving him in only his tight boxers with a very large tent in the front.

"Like what you see baby?" he taunts, pulling you back into his embrace before pushing you onto the plush cushions of the couch. The weight of his body on tops of yours feels so good, his sinful mouth making a path from your jaw down your neck, biting and sucking deep bruises into your skin.

Satisfied with his work he moves further south, eagerly licking and nibbling each of your nipples until they stiffen into hard peaks. Each flick of his tongue over your sensitive flesh sends bolts of pleasure straight to your clit, almost like an imaginary wire is connecting the two.

"God Rudy, feels so good."

You feel him smirk against your skin, your fingers winding their way into his hair while he trails kisses down your torso. You hold your breath in anticipation when he gets closer to your aching pussy, a small whine leaving your lips when he starts his torture over again, working his way from your knee up to the inside of your thigh, avoiding where you need him most.

"Such a pretty pussy," he murmurs, finally sliding two fingers through your slit, gathering wetness while he situates himself between your thighs, one leg over each of his shoulders. "Be a good girl for me and let me make you forget all about that guy at the bar."

You don't have time to respond before he's on you, tongue diving deep, teasing around your soaking hole before gliding up and over your clit. He devours you like a starved man, no inch of your sensitive flesh untouched by his skilled tongue. In no time at all you feel your high building, shameless grinding into his face while you tug harshly on his hair.

"That's it sweetheart, take what you need. You taste fucking amazing, want you to soak my face baby."

His dirty words do nothing to help the flames of desire scorching through your system. Two of his thick fingers sink into your wet heat and your back arches off the couch, loud moans echoing off the walls when he curls them just right to stroke your sweet spot.

He doubles his efforts, quickly flicking your sensitive clit up and down with his tongue while his fingers slowly pump in and out. Your orgasm hits you like a train, whole body shaking as you cum with his name spilling from your lips. He laps up every last drop of your release, your thighs trembling from the incredible pleasure before you finally push him away.

Before you can process what's happened he's all the way naked, stroking his huge cock through your wetness while his eyes stay glued to your face.

"Tell me you want this y/n. I need to hear you say it."

Your breath catches in your throat when the tip catches on your entrance, desperation taking over at just how badly you need him inside of you.

"I want you Rudy. Please fuck me."

You barely finish your sentence before he buries himself inside you to the hilt in one, hard thrust. You both are breathing heavy, a sexy groan leaving his lips at how good you feel wrapped around him.

"Shit, I'm never gonna be able to get enough. This pussy was made for me."

All you can do is nod, too drunk on the feeling of him filling you over and over to form a coherent thought. He sets a brutal rhythm, one hand wrapping around your throat while the other grips tightly on your hips, forcing you to remain in place.

Your hands circle his muscular biceps, nails leaving crescent moon indents in his skin. You start to clench around him, a second orgasm building quickly. His lips trail up your neck before melding with yours, his tongue thrusting into your mouth and making you moan.

"Come on baby, cum for me." Sweat glistens on his brow, making him look so irresistible you can't help but imagine licking every inch of his skin. The hand on your throat skates down your body to rub your clit in smooth circles, his other hand coming up to play with your nipples.

The extra stimulation is all you needed. You fall apart with a scream, clenching around him so hard he can't resist, filling you up with his warm release while continuing to give you soft thrusts. He reaches up to push your hair out of your face, leaning down to give you a sweet kiss while still buried inside of you.

"You realize there is no going back from this right? You're mine now y/n, I mean it."

You laugh, pulling his face back down to give him another slow kiss. "Of course you idiot, I've always been yours."

@adventuresinobx @starkeyobx @paradisehamilton @ailee-celeste @pankhoeforlife @outerbankspov @houseofperfecttaste @faithforgottenlxnd @maybankslover @maybanks-luver @blueicequeen19 @toystory2wasjustokay @onmykneesforrafe @penny4yourthoughts @maddie-routledge @ilovetheavenger143

[crackedpumpkin]

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a/n: Hello hello, and welcome to the final part of Oblivious! :) It's very delayed and a teensy bit rushed, and I apologise for that. I've been so busy with work, studying, and planning for my trip to Korea that I've been neglecting some of my writing lately. I'm currently backlogging chapters for various fics, so my good friend @theblindhag(Hey I know this is super last minute but can you help me out lol)) can help me post them when I'm overseas!

Thank you guys for loving this mini-series I continued from kite-anon's initial request. Kite anon, if you're seeing this, look at the legacy you've left behind lololol :) Enjoy!

[ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

“What do you think?”

You do a quick spin in the knee-length sundress you’ve just tried on, April humming in thought before giving you a thumbs up and a wide smile. You grin in response, giving yourself a glance over in the mirror.

“Do you think he’ll like it?”

“He’d be an idiot.” April snorts, dismissing your concerns with a simple wave of her hand. You giggle at her remark, doing one last twirl before nodding with a satisfied smile. You like the design and might even dare say that you look relatively pretty.

You pay for the dress, leaving the store with a quick thanks to the staff who assisted you both earlier. “I guess this was a successful hangout,” April says, handing you your shopping bag with the dress inside, transferring her own into her left hand so it won’t bump against your legs while the both of you walk.

“So, who’s this guy you’re going on a date with?” April hums with a teasing glint in her eyes. You hit her shoulder lightly with a playful scoff. 

“I see, so this was all so you could get the details outta me.” 

“Can’t help it if I'm curious.” She shrugs nonchalantly in response. “So? Who’s the lucky guy?”

“...Josh…”

“Which one? We have too many in our school. I swear, it’s like a plague.” She mutters.

You hesitate. “Josh Curtis.”

She gasps. “From Chemistry class?”

You nod with a sheepish smile, her wide eyes drawing a chuckle out of you. “I heard that he had a crush on someone in our class. Turns out it was you!” She gives you an impressed nod.

You laugh, pink tinting your cheeks as you shake your head. “I’m probably not them. I barely even speak to him.” You spot a cafe up ahead, relieved by a change in subject. “Didn’t you say you were craving a croissant? I’m starving. Let’s eat!”

April lets it slide with a raised brow and knowing smile, following you inside the quiet cafe. You order a latte and sandwich for yourself, along with a croissant and Diet Coke for April. You insist on paying since April took time out of her schedule to help you shop for your date.

You both sit in a secluded corner of the cafe, your phone vibrating in your pocket. You grab it, confused when you see the black screen. Ah. You reach into your pocket again, pulling out the T-Phone and answering the call without looking.

“What’s crackin’?”

“Not much, just wondering when you were gonna come over and pick up your jacket before your date.” 

You pause, speechless, when you realise it’s Donnie on the other end. You fumble for words, April watching your visibly stressed state with an amused grin. Ever since that day when you had asked to go back to how the both of you were before, he had resumed as if nothing had happened.

Sometimes you catch the little forlorn glances he gives you, brushing it off as guilt for not accepting your feelings. It was a little off-putting, though, how quickly Donnie had adapted to it. Sure, you’re the one who suggested pretending as if the whole heartbreak thing never happened, but he was getting over it quicker than you expected.

You frown slightly. He could’ve at least pretended to be affected.

“My jacket?”

“Yeah, I helped you wash it. Getting the tomato stain out was a little hard, but I figured something out.”

You huff with a thankful smile, running your fingers through your hair. “Thanks, Don. You didn’t have to.” You say gratefully. 

“Don’t worry about it. It’s no problem,” He replies with a chuckle. You feel your heart stutter ever-so-slightly, ignoring the sensation. It’s nothing to think about.

“I’ll swing by in a while, just gotta get ready for tonight’s date.” You glance at the clock, relieved when you realise there’s more than enough time to prepare. The server comes with the food you’ve ordered, and you thank him quickly before taking a sip of your latte.

“Alright, see ya then!” He hangs up promptly after his cheerful goodbye, and you lower the phone once the monotonous dial tone reaches your ears.

“So, how’s it going with you and Donnie?” 

You choke on your coffee, coughing as you process the sudden question. April hands you some tissues, gently patting your back as she waits for your response. Your coughs finally subside, looking back up once you pull yourself together.

“It’s going fine. We’re back to being friends now.” You say calmly. Well, as calm as you can be after choking on your drink.

“Are you happy?”

You flinch. You hesitate, looking down at your cup and nibbling on your lip as you think of how to respond. It’s not that you aren’t happy. You had Donnie back as a friend and recently hung out with the rest of the boys. You even had a date!

So why do you feel like something’s missing?

You shake your head, ridding yourself of such thoughts. 

You’re happy.

You are.

You have to be, right?

“I am,” You reply confidently, though the hint of uncertainty in your words says otherwise.

“Okay then,” She begins to eat her croissant. You smirk, an idea forming in your mind for some payback. You take another casual sip of your latte, setting it down and readying your ammunition.

“So, I heard that Jones asked you out in the hallway.”

You grin as she chokes.

— — — — — — — — —

“What’s crackin’?” You greet Mikey with a fist bump as he skates past you, making your way to Donnie’s lab after Mikey hollers his greetings in response.

You pause for a moment, taking a deep breath before you push the lab doors open. You hate how you still have to do that every single time, nervousness crawling around in your stomach like a worm about to consume its very first apple.

Donnie turns around, about to greet you, before his jaw goes slack, lips parted as he stares at you. You flush, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before subtly checking for any dirt on the dress you had bought. Was your makeup smudged? You’re pretty sure it isn’t. 

You straighten your back, coming to your senses. Why were you even concerned about what Donnie thought? You’re happy with how you look. 

You do a quick spin with a confident smile. “What do you think?” 

As if your voice snaps Donnie out of his daze, he clears his throat, averting his gaze and nodding. “I-it looks good. You look good.” He stutters slightly, shifting to grab your jacket. 

You take it with a grateful smile. You hear him swallow thickly when your eyes meet, taking the jacket from his hands. 

It couldn’t be…could it?

Nah, it’s probably nothing.

“Thanks for all the flashcards, Donnie,” You add, pulling out the stack of conversation starters from your purse and handing them back to him. He takes it from you with a simple nod and grin, seemingly having composed himself.

“I hope you have fun on your date. Make sure you get back safe and stay away from the trouble hotspots that I warned you about. Call me if you need anything, and if it gets chilly, make sure you wear your jacket. If he tries to pull anything, just let me know, and he’ll never see the light of day again. Do you have enough money for the cab fare, just in case-”

“I’ll be fine, Donnie.” You cut him off with a laugh. “If anything happens, you’ll be the first I’ll call,” You promise with a playful wink. 

“No,” He sighs, shaking his head. “I’ll accompany you there from the rooftops, just in case.”

— — — — — — — — —

The walk to the cinema is quiet. 

You cast a glance at Donnie, who’s walking beside you, eyes skimming over the way the skin between his eyes furrows as his lips purse into a slight frown. You lick your dry lips, glancing back down at your hands. 

“So,” You try to break the silence, tilting your head with a smile. “How’s it going?”

“Mmhm.”

“You good?”

“Mmhm.”

“You want some pineapple pizza?”

“Mmhm.”

You stop in your tracks. Donnie doesn’t notice, too engrossed in his thoughts. You prop your hands on your hips, brows furrowed in growing concern for your friend. “I got attacked by a Kraang last night.”

“Mmhm,” He hums again but pauses, rapidly blinking once he processes your words. “You got attacked by the Kraang?” His voice is filled with disbelief, hurrying back over to you and gently taking your wrists. He lifts them with worry, checking your arms for any bruises or scrapes.

You watch him for a moment, slowly placing your hands back down. He looks back at you with an uncertain gaze, breath stuttering when you look up at him with glitter-dusted eyelids, the subtle shimmer making the colour of your eyes pop.

You chuckle. “No, silly. You just looked so distracted. I figured this would be the only way to snap you out of it.” You spot the cinema up ahead and quicken your pace, wanting to avoid whatever awkwardness this entire exchange is.

“Well, I’ll update you on what happens,” You say, hands grazing the cool metal of the fire escape’s railings. You risk a look at him, only to find that he’s already staring. 

Neither of you looks away.

The beep of your phone signals a message, serving as a medium for you to snap out of whatever the hell this staring contest is. You clear your throat, checking your phone to see a message from your date for tonight. 

“Well, looks like I gotta go.” 

You begin to walk down the stairs, but you’re stopped by a hand grasping your elbow. You turn back, looking into conflicted auburn brown eyes. You raise your brows, waiting for Donnie to speak first. 

“I- uh,” He stammers, eyes darting all over the place. His hands are clammy, and you could easily tug your arm away from him.

But you choose not to, waiting patiently in silence. 

He’s scrambling for words to form a coherent sentence, and the corner of your lips tugs up into an amused smirk. If you didn’t know better, you’d have assumed that he’s trying to confess to you or something along those lines.

But there’s no way, obviously. 

 “It’s nothing.” he finally says, meeting your gaze with a newfound resolve. You’re surprised by the sudden change in attitude, your arm falling to your side when he lets go. You’re…oddly disappointed. 

“Okay…” Your steps are unsure, casting another look over your shoulder every few steps, almost as if you’re waiting for him to call you back – to stop you. Once you’re at the bottom, however, you look back up at the shadowed figure on the rooftop, watching him turn and leave the way you came. 

Your heart grows heavier with each step away, glancing back into the empty alleyway before taking a deep breath and standing upright, rolling your shoulders back. You couldn’t have a date like this. It’d be disrespectful. You enter the cinema, looking around for Josh. 

“Hey,” You greet Josh with a warm smile, walking up to the blonde head of hair you spot easily in the crowd. He moves away from the wall he’s leaning against, sliding his phone into his jacket pocket. 

“Hey,” He grins, handing you a small bouquet of flowers. It looked clumsy, the ribbon slightly messy. It looked handmade. His eyes are anxious, seeking yours for some form of validation. 

“Josh…” It’s too sweet of him, really. Your heart melts at the flush on his cheeks, accepting the flowers with a bashful smile. You take a moment to admire them, fingers brushing against the delicate petals. You look back at him, realising he’d dressed up for today.

He coughs, adjusting the collar of his shirt with a nervous smile. “Shall we?” He offers his arm out to you. You glance back at the entrance, your smile faltering when you remember Donnie’s gone. However, those thoughts are banished from your mind with a quick shake of your head.

You take Josh’s arm, and the both of you chat away as you walk to the theatre hall where the movie’s showing. The date is relatively peaceful, and you find yourself enjoying every moment. Josh is sweet, kind, and everything you could ever want.

But he’s not Donnie.

That in itself is enough to bring on a crushing weight on your chest, finding it hard to continue brushing off the wistful glances and goofy smiles Josh sends your way. Finally, the date ends where it began, having made casual conversation in the cafe next to the cinema’s entrance. 

Now’s the hardest part.

“Josh…Listen,” You’re caught off guard when he smiles, eyes hinting at the fact that he knows what’s about to be said. His hand rubs the back of his neck, a soft chuckle falling from his lips. 

Honest and sincere blue eyes meet yours, and the words die in your throat. But he nods, a silent encouragement for you to continue. God, how could you do this to someone so sweet? 

“I’m sorry,” You start, cheeks burning in shame. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done, and I really hope we can continue to be friends still… Would that be okay…?” 

He’s silent for a moment. “Sure. I’d like that.” He replies breathlessly, though his words are resigned. Your heart feels as if it’s torn in two, but he catches your eyes, smiling lightheartedly. “He must really be something, huh.”

“Yeah.” You manage a nod. 

“Well, I hope everything works out for you. You can keep the flowers, by the way.” He gestures at the bouquet you’ve placed on the table. “They made you smile, and I’m happy enough with that.”

If you didn’t already feel horrible for turning down a gentleman like him, you definitely feel awful now. “Thank you. I enjoyed today.”

He stands up, hands in his pockets as he flashes you a grin.

“No problem.”

— — — — — — — — —

He wants to stop you. To tell you never to go near this ‘Josh’ guy ever again. 

He pauses, steps slowing to a halt when he sees you smiling at something the attractive boy beside you quips. 

This is wrong.

You didn’t have a thing for blue eyes. You preferred earthy tones. You preferred him.

Donnie watches you wave goodbye, walking past the alleyway he’s hiding in. You’re a few steps away from passing it. His heart stings in his chest, sucking in a harsh breath through his teeth with a wince. 

You’re about to leave.

He feels nauseous. His stomach lurches slightly, the sensation enough to make him feel horrible. He didn’t understand why he felt this way, only that he was sure he’d lose you forever if he let you go now.

He doesn’t know what overcomes him, vaguely registering hurried steps, his arms reaching out to you. You turn at that exact moment, catching a glimpse of him in the corner of your eyes before he sees his hand wrap around your wrist.

You’re tugged back, falling into Donnie’s arms as your back presses against his plastron. Your breath hitches in your chest at the sudden contact. You don’t dare to look behind you. 

You’re scared of what you’ll see. 

You feel him inhale shakily, his warm breath sending tingles down your spine. His fingers curl around your wrist, holding it firmly. His touch is electrifying, but you dare not break the silence. 

Your cheeks warm when he moves to wrap his arms around you, holding you flush against him. You can’t take it anymore; you’re sure your face is the exact colour of the traffic light only a few feet away. 

You part your lips, afraid to let even a single word slip past them. Maybe your voice will come out shaky. You swallow thickly, willing your heart to stop beating so goddamn loudly in your chest. You hesitate.

“Donnie?”

— — — — — — — — —

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@etherealyblue

@shakeyourtrees

@theblindhag

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[beneathstarryskies]

Is it safe, is it safe to just be who we are? (Dante x Reader)

Warnings: fem!reader, oral sex (f receiving), smut, creampie, attempted sexual assault (not by Dante, he saves the reader), alcohol, whiskey dick, maybe yandere themes if you squint, NOT EDITED, post DMC2 Dante Words: 4,936 A/N: This has been on my google docs forever and finally with the encouragement of @actuallysaiyan I finally finished it. (i swear to Sparda she's the only reason y'all get content from me because she just encourages me so much all the time to write the things i wanna write so shout out to Bacon for being amazing.)

Every night feels the same. Ever since Vie de Marli and returning from the underworld, Dante has scoured the local bar scene in search of simple distractions. All he needs is little chunks of time where he can feel pleasure and just not think. In those moments when he’s chasing release, he doesn’t have to remember that he killed his own brother or think about the never-ending cycle of demonic chaos being unleashed. He takes and takes and takes all he can from anyone who is willing to give it to him.

Dante has gotten quite good at picking out the right people to pursue. The ones who won’t care if he goes to their place instead of inviting them to his and won’t put up a fuss when he sneaks off in the morning, assuming he bothers to spend the night at all. Sometimes he even got lucky enough to meet someone who doesn’t even care if they exchange names, much less go somewhere more private. 

Tonight was one of those nights. All he had to do was buy her one drink and she was giggling as she dragged him to the bathroom. He couldn’t believe the lack of self-awareness she had for the way other’s judged her for the display. He stumbles behind her, having indulged in more drinks than usual tonight. His vision is so blurry he can hardly make out the details of her face as she pushes him against the bathroom wall and kisses him sloppily. He doesn’t quite like the way her tongue tastes against his, but it doesn’t matter in the end. They won’t see each other again. 

“Did ya lock the door?” he slurs. 

“Don’t worry about it,” she giggles. “Everyone saw us come in here.” 

He leans his head against the wall and closes his eyes as her hands drag down his chest. The kisses she places on his neck are mostly tongue. He tries to ignore the cold sensation from the air hitting the wet spots she leaves on his skin. He opens his eyes again when she pulls away. She’s sinking to her knees in front of him and he wonders if he should feel guilty for having her kneeling on the sticky floor. 

‘She put herself there,’ he thinks dismissively. 

Her fingers fumble with his belt buckle to the point that he becomes impatient and pushes her hand away so he can open it himself. She giggles out a quick thanks before tugging his pants off his hips. Once again he rests his head against the wall and lets his eyes flutter closes. His head is spinning right now. 

He’s only vaguely aware of the feeling of her tongue swirling over the tip of his cock. A soft sigh escapes him but he is otherwise quiet as she sets to work. He tangles his hand in her hair, and this makes her pull away with a scoff. 

“Don’t fuck up my hair,” she whines. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles and catches a whiff of the whiskey on his breath. He lets his hand fall to the side without looking at her. She licks his tip again and starts stroking his cock. 

Dante is waiting for that tingling feeling in the pit of his stomach, but it never happens. He doesn’t feel a damn thing. She stands up suddenly. 

“I don’t wanna do this,” she says as she straightens her skirt. 

“Wait–” 

She rolls her eyes, “You’re not even getting hard, dude.” 

Dante looks down and discovers with no small amount of exasperation that she’s right. He’s not even half hard. He tucks himself back into his pants before leaning off the wall. He walks over to the sink beside her where she’s fixing her makeup so he can splash water on his face. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything,” the girl says. 

‘Except to that group of obnoxious friends who probably put you up to this to start with,’ he wants to say but doesn’t. Instead he just nods absently. 

He’d be humiliated if he cared enough about this situation. He leaves the bathroom before her and finds a spot at the end of the bar to sit, as far from everyone else as he can get. 

“You look like you could use this,” a soft voice says before passing a glass of water to him. You offer a comforting smile as he glances through a curtain of white hair at you. 

“Thanks,” he sighs. 

“Do you need me to call you a cab or something?” you ask him. 

“Nah,” he takes a sip from the water. “I’ll walk.” 

“Are you sure?” 

He growls, “Whaddya care?” 

You’re taken aback by the shift in his demeanor, and you pull back. You weren’t much for the party scene, but sometimes you come out for a drink after a long day. You’d always see him in here. Usually he left with someone, but sometimes he didn’t. He seemed more and more jaded every time. 

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly. “Uhm, just make sure you drink the water before you leave.” 

You return to your small group of friends. You wish you’d listened to them and just left it alone.

_

A few nights later, in the same bathroom he finds more success. This time he’s even managed to get the nameless woman bent over the sink. One hand is clasped over her mouth to keep her quiet as he pounds into her. He doubts she’s enjoying it half as much as she’s trying to sound. If she is, it’s completely by coincidence because he’s not trying. Not at all. He’s too busy chasing his own high. 

The proof of her lack of enjoyment comes when he groans a warning that he’s close. She’s pleading behind his palm for more, but it’s too late. Before she has a chance to reach her own peak, he’s pulling out to get out of the condom. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she gasps. 

“What?” Dante raises his eyebrow, “I told you I was close.” 

“Asshole,” she mutters as she pulls her dress down. 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he kisses her cheek. “I’ll buy you a drink.”

“Fuck off.” 

“Your call,” he shrugs before leaving the bathroom. 

You try not to look at him when he walks out of the bathroom. A strange mix of disgust and pity fills you up. Why do you care so much? You ask yourself that every time you’re here. Maybe it’s some deluded sense of jealousy because he’s never tried to pick you up. 

That doesn’t mean Dante hasn’t noticed you. Ever since the night you brought him a glass of water, he’s done everything he can not to notice you. You sounded so genuinely concerned, and it filled him with a warmth he hasn’t felt in so long. He looks forward to Friday nights just so he can catch a glimpse of you. You’re usually with a group of friends, and in his imagination you’re the crown jewel of your friend group. The proof to him is the way they all smile when you do, that big infectious smile that lights up the whole bar. He tries to imagine the clever things you must say to make them all laugh. He’s seen the softer moments to. When one of your friends drinks too much, you’re the one escorting them to the bathroom to throw up or making sure they get home safe. 

He wants to say something to make you smile. He wants you to make him laugh like you do for your friends. Part of him wants to get shit-faced again just to see if you’ll take care of him and fill him with that warm feeling in his chest again. He can’t touch your life, he knows that. He’ll ruin it all if he does. So, he watches from the sidelines and selfishly hopes you never find a reason not to come back here. 

Tonight is a little different. You seem upset about something, but you’re trying to stay the jewel. You’re trying to smile, but there’s sadness behind it. The drinks are disappearing quicker than usual. He’s only ever noticed you having one or two, but tonight the table in front of you is littered in glasses. 

There’s a moment when he sees something snap in you, and you stand up suddenly. You’re starting towards the door, making hand motions to your friends to indicate for them to stay behind. He can’t believe they’re listening to you. 

‘Don’t go alone,’ he thinks. ‘Don’t…’

You stumble outside by yourself. His blood runs cold when a man follows behind you. Dante is bolting from the barstool before he has a moment to think about it. He’s outside and rounding the corner into the alleyway when he hears your small, soft voice slurring. 

“Leave me alone,” you whine. “Just leave me alone.” 

You’re pressed against the wall and the man is standing in front of you with both hands on the wall to block your exits. 

“Come on, just loosen up,” he tries to coax you. 

“Leave me alone,” you repeat pathetically. Your eyes widen when Dante’s large hand comes to the man’s shoulder, and he pulls him away from you effortlessly. 

“Get outta here,” Dante growls. 

The man puffs his chest up, “What are you? Her boyfriend?” 

“Just beat it,” Dante warns. “Don’t make me hurt you.” 

The man rolls his eyes, “From what I hear you can’t even get it up, so you’re not much of a man are ya–” 

Dante shoves the man hard enough for him to fall to the ground nearly a yard away. The man yelps and tries to stumble to his feet while screaming obscenities at Dante, who doesn’t even hear him anymore. He’s already turning to you. 

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Dante’s hands are gentle as they cup your cheeks. His thumbs wipe the stray tears off your cheeks. 

“I’m okay,” you sniffle softly. You look up at him, into the clearest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. Your heart races, “I just wanted to get some air.” 

“It’s alright, sweetheart. You didn’t do anything wrong,” Dante soothes you. 

“Thank you,” you say and then there it is, that sweet smile. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were like a knight in shining armor.”

“You think you know better?” he smirks. 

“You’re trouble in a red coat.” 

Dante chuckles and it feels nice. You’re something different, something special. He’s so happy he was keeping an eye on you so he could get to you before that guy could do anything to hurt you. 

“Don’t knights get rewarded for good deeds?” 

“Ah, but I decided you’re too much trouble to be a knight,” you remind him. 

“Right, right.” 

“But, uhm,” you blush before leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. Affection blossoms in his chest. You’re slipping past him before he’s had time to come to terms with what’s happened. 

“Wait,” he calls out, “What’s your name?” 

You let a mischevious smile tug at your lips, “What do you care?” 

His heart races as he chases you into the bar again. He wants to follow you to your table and get your name. He wants to hear his coming from your sweet voice. He wants to make you giggle and smile. Maybe if he were to play his cards right, you’d give him a kiss. A real one. He knows, fuck he knows, that he could get so much more from any of these girls if he played his cards right but it wouldn’t feel warm like when you kissed his cheek. He’d sacrifice anything –everything– just to kiss you. 

He loses his nerve when you sit down at your table again with your friends. They all ask about you, and he hears you give a half-hearted excuse but not telling them the truth. Your eyes fall on him, and he’s sure there’s a hopefulness in them. You want him to be by your side too, but your friends are so close. He’d have to say something, anything to them to avoid looking like a creep. The script he’s trying to write in his mind for how that would go is just a blank white slate behind his eyes. 

So, he smiles. It’s a shy, half-hearted smile just for you. His bangs cover his eyes as he turns away from you. Your heart drops when he walks away. 

_

It’s been two weeks. Dante is there, every night, perched in his seat at the bar holding his breath as he waits for you to come through the door. You never do. His heart breaks more every night he doesn’t see you, and in the depths of his heart he can’t help ruminating on things touched but never held. On love that was in his reach but he let it go…

He doesn’t blame you, of course, if you’ve decided to give up the night life here. You’re not a dumb woman, so you certainly knew what would’ve happened to you that night if Dante hadn’t been there. Maybe you didn’t want to risk it anymore, but fuck Dante missed you. He didn’t even know your name but he missed you just as truly as if it was written on his heart. 

He’s given up, but only on the surface. Deep inside he’s in mourning. He tries to pick up girls again, return to his old life but he can’t. Every smile he’s given seems cold compared to yours. Just thinking about you makes something burn inside of him. He’s not sure if there’s some sort of devil instinct attached to this, after all his father was long gone before he could educated his sons on the ways being half-devils may change them. 

Dante is pretty sure he’s going crazy. He thinks he sees you everywhere he goes. He’s gotten so used to this phenomenon, he doesn’t believe it when he actually does see you. He blinks a few times, trying to clear the false image from his vision but he can’t. Instead you’re getting closer, and then you’re smiling. He realizes it’s really you when your hand rests ontop of his. 

“Hello stranger,” you smile softly. You’re trying to seem casual, but Dante can sense something else underneath it. Truthfully, you haven’t quite been able to get him off your mind for weeks. There was something about him that stuck with you. 

“Dante,” he breaths out. “My name is Dante.” 

You laugh, and he feels his heart racing in his chest from the beautiful sound. You sit down on the stool beside him and take his hand. You tell him your name shyly. It feels sort of silly to just be exchanging names with a man you’ve wondered a couple times throughout the weeks if you’d somehow fallen in love with. He repeats your name in a soft whisper. Dante is so happy to see you he almost feels like he could cry. Without a moment’s hesitation, he leans over to kiss you. You gasp against his mouth, and for a second he’s terrified you’re going to pull away. 

You don’t. Your hand cradles the back of his head gently, and you’re the one who deepens the kiss. Your plump, soft lips move against his like heaven. All the noise in the bar is muffled to his ears, and it’s like the two of you are the only people in the whole world. You’re cheeks are heating up as the realization hits you, and you pull away shyly. 

“I, uhm…” you swallow hard. “I’ve been thinking about you.” 

He chuckles and kisses your cheek before nuzzling his nose against the curve of your neck. You hadn’t expected him to be so affectionate, but you’re really loving it. It feels so good and so right. 

“I’ve been thinking about you too, baby,” he confesses. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” 

He presses a kiss on your neck and runs his hand up your back. You shudder softly, but lean closer to him. You only came here tonight in hopes of seeing him again. 

“Walk me home?” you ask, with the slightest lilt that hints to Dante that you want more. 

“Of course.” 

He quickly pays his tab, and then he grabs your hand to lead you out of the bar. As you begin leading him in the direction of your apartment, the two of your chat. Dante hangs onto every word that comes out of your pretty mouth. You tell him all about how you’d gone out of town for a little bit, and you spent the whole time wondering if you’d see him when you got back. You tell him about your job, your life, your friends. Every thing that makes your life colorful and full, and he hopes you’ll count him amongst those things. He’s never felt like this before. When he’s first taken to you, he was so determined not to touch your life and soil it. Now he’s hoping more than anything in the world to be welcomed with open arms. 

Finally, you lead him to the front door and you don’t even ask if he wants to come in. You just open the door and welcome him. He follows you without a second thought. The apartment smells like strawberry cream, and it makes him sigh happily. You close the door behind you and lock it back up. As soon as you’re in reach, Dante is grabbing your waist to pull you close to him. Your noses rub together before kissing so softly. Dante truly can’t believe his luck. 

“Baby, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers against your mouth. “I’m so happy.” 

You laugh, “I didn’t think you were so smitten. I mean, you never made a move…” 

“I didn’t think you’d have me,” Dante confesses. He kisses you again, “You’re too good for me.” 

“Hm, I think I can decide that for myself,” you chuckle. “Come here, let’s sit down.” 

You take his hand to walk him to the couch. You kick off your shoes before sitting down. Dante peels off his coat, and tosses it onto a nearby chair then he joins you. He moves in as close as he can with squishing you, and his breath is on your neck. You shiver from the tickle of air, then whine when his lips press against the same spots. Dante can’t remember the last time he cared whether he was bringing someone pleasure or not, but right now all he can think about is making you feel good. You rub his thigh and melt under his affections. Between his kisses on your neck, he’s whispering softly about how much he’s thought about touching you like this. 

“You’re so sweet,” you say softly. 

“What? Me? No, I–”

“You’re a puppy,” you tease him. 

“Hey! Don’t think–”

“A sweetheart,” you say before silencing his argument with a passionate kiss. 

Dante moans as you push yourself closer until you’re straddling his lap. His cock is straining against his pants, and you can’t help grinding against the firm bulge. Dante’s fingertips dig into your hips on instinct, and he keeps guiding you to grind against him. 

“Baby, you’re gonna get me all worked up,” he growls against your mouth. 

“I hope so,” you nip at his bottom lip. 

A low, rumbling growl rolls through his throat. In one quick motion, he has you on your back. His eyes almost seem to glow with the intensity of the passion burning inside. His hands are spreading your thighs and pushing your dress up before you fully comprehend the movement. It was so fast. 

“Let me–,” somehow with your pretty eyes staring up at him, he can’t bring himself to say anything crude as he would before with others. He swallows hard as he tries to think of a sweeter way to put it, “I need to taste you, please.” 

“Okay,” you blush. “I-I want you to.” 

As Dante tugs your panties off, you’re panting with desperate lust heavy in your lungs. He presses kisses on your inner thighs and you can feel his teeth scraping against your skin as he resists the urge to mark you up so soon. He spreads your thighs a little more, stopping only once to make sure you’re still comfortable with everything before kissing your mound. You gasp softly at the first contact, and the need erupts in your belly for more. Every breath Dante lets out tickles your folds in the most torturous tease you could imagine. 

“Please,” you whine finally. 

Dante smirks up at you but doesn’t leave you wanting any longer. His fingers spread your wet folds, and he lets out a satisfied hum. 

“So pretty, baby,” he whispers. “So fucking pretty.” 

His tongue pushes against your hole, teasing it a little before licking from your hole to your clit. A greedy groan falls from him as he tastes your sweet juices. That’s all it takes for Dante to give in to every bit of hunger he’s pushed down from the first moment he ever saw you. He’s lapping and slurping at your pussy like it’s the last thing he will ever taste. Truth be told, he’d be quite happy if your pussy was the only taste lingering on his tongue for the rest of his days. 

He has you right where he wants you too. Your back is arched against the sofa and your hands are tangled in his hair. You’d been so cute and shy at first, trying to hold back your noises. That had quickly changed when he had you coming undone the first time. As he lapped at you through the dull ache of overstimulation to force you toward a second climax, you started letting out desperate moans that would make a pornstar blush. You were begging for release, for more, and pleading for mercy all at the same time. Dante doesn’t stop until you’re so tensed up from the overstimulation that he can’t tell if you’re still breathing. 

“You still with me, angel?” he asks softly after lifting his head from between your thighs. 

You look down at him, cheeks burning at the sight of your juices glistening on the stubble across his face, then let out the breath you’d been holding. 

“I’m still here.” 

Dante chuckles softly before sitting up between your legs. There you are, laying underneath him all teary eyes and burning cheeks with your dress a wrinkled mess with the front pulled down past your tits and the skirt pushed over your hips. You look like a dream come true. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. You almost tease him for being soft, but the sincerity in his eyes makes you stop. Instead, you’re reaching out to let one hand rest on his waist and the other reaches for his cheek. He kneels down to meet the touch, purring softly at the way your hand feels so soft against his cheek. 

“I don’t understand why we’re so drawn to each other,” you confess shyly. 

“Me neither,” Dante sighs. “I just don’t want to fight it anymore.”

He carefully leans over you so he can catch your lips in a passionate kiss. He hopes more than anything that you can feel his emotions through this kiss. You’ll know how serious he is about this. He wants to be better for you. Maybe you can be a reason for him to keep living. 

You moan softly against his mouth and grab the hem of his shirt. You pull away from the kiss just long enough to peel off his thin black shirt and toss it aside. Goosebumps prick his skin when you drag your hands down his body. Your fingertips curl through his chest hair, following it to the strip that goes down the front of his pants. Dante grunts when you cup his cock through his pants. You palm at him gently before pulling out of the kiss, your eyes are so heavy and dark with lust as you look up at him. 

“I want you,” you say so confidently but he can see it wavering when he’s too speechless to answer right away. “Please.” 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Dante breathes out. He can’t believe someone is looking at him that way; with such tender affection and genuine desire. He rubs his nose against yours before kissing you softly, “You’ll have me.” 

Dante can feel the urgency in the way you grind against him, and pitifully plea for him. He had hoped to take a little more time to undress each other and kiss, but he can feel your neediness affecting him too. His cock is just aching as you keep rubbing it through his pants. He finally opens his belt and pushes his pants down past his ass. His erection slaps against his abdomen when it’s free. The red, swollen tip glistens with his arousal and it makes your mouth water. He’s definitely bigger than you’d expected, and Dante can see the sudden hesitation on your face. 

“I’ll be gentle, sweetheart,” he promises. “Or we can stop if you–” 

“No!” your cheeks burn from your own urgency. “I don’t want to stop.” 

“Good, I don’t want to either.” 

He slots himself between your thighs and grasps his cock. You whine when he drags the leaking tip up and down your slit. Little jolts of pleasure go through you every time the head catches on your swollen clit. Finally, he settles at your entrance and slides into you slowly. You whine as inch by inch fills you up. Dante is tense from resisting the urge to just slam into you. 

Finally, he bottoms out with one last thrust. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you take a deep, shaky breath as you try to adjust to being so full. Dante’s thumbs draw little circles on your hips and his forehead rests against yours. Deep inside of you, he’s twitching with the need to start moving but he won’t move a muscle until you’re ready for him. Your little pussy is already being pushed to the limit just having him inside. 

“Does it hurt?” he asks gently. 

“N-no,” you swallow hard. “I just…I’ve never been this full.” 

“You feel so good, baby,” he kisses you sweetly. “It’s so tight.” 

There’s a gentle silence that falls over the two of you as you adjust to this sudden intimacy. You share soft kisses and honeyed words until you finally tell Dante what he wants to hear. 

“I’m ready.” 

Dante’s thumb drags against your hip again, “Yeah? You sure?” 

“Yes, please baby.” 

Dante guides your legs to wrap around his waist, then he’s rocking his hips. It’s a slow, easy pace at first. He just wants you to get used to the feeling of him moving inside of you since he’s probably fucking you deeper than anyone ever had. He doesn’t want to hurt you at all. He just wants to make you feel so good, and he’s starting to see that it’s working. Your skin is becoming hotter against his, and those pretty eyes are just glazed over with lust as you look down to watch Dante rock into you. Your hands move from his hair to gently rub down his back, then they rest on his hips. 

“Is it feelin’ good, baby?” Dante asks softly. Your eyes are so dazed when you look up at him. Your pretty lips hang open slightly. 

“Really good,” you gasp. 

“Want me to go a little faster?” 

“Harder,” you plead, making Dante chuckle. 

“Alright, baby,” he grabs your thighs to pull you closer then your ankles are resting on his shoulders. 

He gives you a few slow thrusts to get used to the new angle, but then he’s giving in to what you both want. Cries of love and passion fill your apartment as he pumps into your quivering walls. He grips your thighs hard enough to leave fingertip bruises on your skin. Your wet skin slaps and your hole squelches with his quick, hard thrusts. 

“Fuck, Dante!” you cry out. “I’m gonna cum!” 

“Good girl,” Dante praises. “Come on, then. Cum for me.” 

Your couch squeaks and groans from Dante’s passionate pace. He lets his thumb start rubbing your clit, and you’re pushed over the edge. Heated waves of pleasure flow over your skin, leaving your vision clouded with static as you ride it out. Dante can’t hold back with the way you’re squeezing around him. You’re still in the throes of pleasure when he cums too. His cock throbs with every thick rope of cum. 

“Shit,” you sigh as you come down from your orgasm.

Dante gives in to the weakness of his legs and sits on his knees with his cock still pushed inside of you. He presses a soft kiss on your ankle and you playfully tap his cheek with your toe. He caresses you lovingly, still not quite convinced this isn’t a dream. 

“Would you believe me if I said I’m crazy about you?” he asks. 

“Yeah, of course,” you giggle. “I’m kind of crazy about you too. Even though we learned each other’s names like 2 hours ago.” 

Dante gently pulls out of you and finesses his way into laying on the couch with you on his chest. He presses a kiss on your forehead and runs his fingers through your hair. 

“I feel like I’ve known you forever. You’re so…I don’t know, magnetic feels corny to say.” 

You giggle as you look up at him, “I’ll happily keep you company while you figure it out.”

[qin-ling]

icemav 86! (I swear I didn't pick that one for the number. you won't believe me but I swear it)

LMAOO well now, isn't that convenient... 86.. perfect. I SEE YOU LIKE HURT/COMFORT, MY FRIEND. i hope you enjoy!

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86. reunion kisses, "i thought you were dead"

Three hours after Maverick is cleared to go home, there’s a knock on his front door.

It takes him two tries to get off the sunk-in cushions of his ratty woven sofa, then five seconds more to catch his breath, braced against the arm, head spinning, dark spots creeping into the edges of his vision. His pulse pounds against his temple. Fucking hell. He should’ve stayed put, but.

Twenty, thirty, fifty seconds later—long enough that whoever knocked has likely given up—Maverick makes it to the door. Whatever. He’s committed now. And if it’s who he thinks it is—

Yeah.

Ice is standing on his front stoop, because of course he is. Because of course he’s the one bastard who can wait a full minute in silence and the one bastard who’s both patient and poised enough not to knock twice. He��s still in his service khakis, every inch of him crisp and sharp, fresh out of what Maverick assumes was a lengthy debriefing.

“Hey,” says Maverick. He manages a smile. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Ice looks at him. His expression is calm, almost placid, but there’s something tight in the corner of his eyes. Drawn. “You gonna invite me in?”

“Sure, why not,” says Maverick. He opens the door wider, and slowly, painstakingly, shuffles aside with it. He can feel the weight of Ice’s gaze tracking him the whole way. Then Ice’s hand covers his own on the doorknob, nudging it aside, firm but not ungentle, and Ice shuts the door, and Maverick lets him.

“Want something to—”

“Mav,” says Ice, and Maverick startles to find Ice’s hands already on his shoulders, steering him carefully around. “Sit back down.”

Maverick tries to shrug him off—then regrets it instantly when a jagged fissure of pain slices through his lower back, sucking the strength right out of his knees and nearly toppling him to the wood floor. Ice steadies him immediately and Maverick reaches out to grasp Ice’s forearm, nails digging into firm, solid muscle.

They stay like that for a few seconds, Maverick breathing harshly as he rides out the pain, Ice quiet and still as stone against his back.

He doesn’t ask if Maverick’s okay. It’s fucking obvious he isn’t. Instead, he guides Maverick the rest of the way back to the sofa, and sits him down.

“I’m fine, by the way,” says Maverick.

“Uh huh,” says Ice. “I see that.”

“That wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t make me get up to let you in.”

“Sure.”

“I’m perfectly fine on my own.”

“I know.”

“Ice,” says Maverick impatiently. “Can I help you?”

And of course now is when Ice chooses to be silent. He still hasn’t let go of Maverick, but then he does, his hands dropping away from where they were braced on Maverick’s biceps, and Maverick feels a momentary pang of regret as Ice pulls back entirely, takes his warmth with him.

Ice looks away. Ice, who has never backed down from Maverick since their first meeting over a year ago, backs down now. When he finally speaks, his voice is flat, carved out, like someone—like Ice himself—reached inside and scraped his every last rib clean of emotion, clean of feeling. It punches straight through Maverick’s chest.

“I thought you were dead.”

“I’m not,” Maverick says, instant, breathless. “I’m right here.”

Instinct tempts him to shift closer, but Iceman is his namesake right now, sitting half a foot away, shoulders rigid and the distracting line of his jaw drawn taut. No openings.

They’re not quite there yet, Maverick thinks. Their friendship, their mutual attraction—still budding, still too fresh, too new. They’re still trying to find ways to navigate around each other, still trying to find ways to navigate with each other, to not break something in which they both see promise. But Ice can be hard to pin down, and sometimes Maverick isn’t sure if Ice truly likes him at all.

He hadn’t expected Ice to come see him. Not today, at least.

But he did.

Well. Maverick’s nothing if not daring. With a grimace and a barely-stifled hiss, he scoots over, and Ice, who turned toward him the moment Maverick made a sound, catches him right as he tumbles into Ice’s arms.

Maverick doesn’t let Ice collect himself. He presses up against him and kisses the shadow of that gorgeous jaw. Slides his hands up the graceful column of Ice’s neck to pull his head down, so Maverick can reach his lips. Ice doesn’t resist. Doesn’t fight; leans into it instead. But he sets the pace, keeps it slow and steady until Maverick has no choice but to follow his lead.

Ice is warm. Despite the marble-cool sculpt of Ice’s face, the brisk edge of his voice, Maverick always finds give when he dares to close the distance.

“I didn’t see you eject,” Ice says, when they finally draw apart. He presses their foreheads together, closes his eyes. Their breaths intermingle in the scant, secret space between them. “Jesus,” he whispers. Says again: “I thought you were dead.”

Something warm and overwhelming wells up in Maverick’s chest. It spills over into curve of his mouth. “Tough luck, Kazansky. You won’t be getting rid of me that easily.”

“Ain’t that right,” Ice says, but even as he’s saying it he’s reaching up with the pad of his thumb, grazing over the corner of Maverick’s smile, tender as anything.

[eddieemunsonnn]

If Eddie & Chrissy Worked out 2

Again, my personal take. Reference part i please.

So eventually Chrissy smokes with Eddie. Eddie is very reluctant at first but he lets her take a hit or two. They are in his room when this happens. His uncle was at work and Chrissy didn't want to go home. She was being forced on this diet by her mother and the two had an argument that morning. Eddie stayed sober the whole time to make sure that Chrissy was alright. He didn't want her first time to not be supervised because what if she got up and hurt herself. He gave her a pair of his old gym shorts and a t-shirt. She always looked so uncomfortable in her clothes. Always. He likes how lovely she is in his clothes. She’s not worrying that she’s slouched over with zero care in the world. In the end, Chrissy is super giggly and sleepy when she smokes. Eddie finds that endearing. “Breathing is funny!” “Y’know, Chris, it sure is.”

Soon enough Chrissy starts coming to his gigs. He always spots her in the corner in a pair of jeans she leaves at his place and the flannel he gave to her because it looked better on her than on him. He overheard her say that she borrowed it from Jason while she was pretending Eddie was pattie on the phone the other night. It’s too big on her tiny frame but she still rocks it. Chrissy loves hearing him and the guys play. It’s one of her favorite things. After the shows, they sneak off to the woods with a pizza and chill there.

As the days grow longer and they have more daylight to spend time with each other they grow closer to each other. Eddie tells Chrissy why he lives with his uncle and Chrissy opens up a little about her own family drama. She doesn’t talk about her issues with food just yet, but Eddie is starting to pick up on her eating patterns.

Some nights Chrissy sneaks Eddie in when she doesn't have the courage to be at home or alone in her own head. The two of them sit in her massive walk-in closet and sit there until Eddie has to be out. Chrissy will bring her pillows and blankets in and they will just hang out. She teaches him how to do eyeliner sometimes and he teaches her how he styles his hair. The boy has natural curls but tries to not show them as often.

(TW for ED in this one) One night they accidentally fall asleep in the closet while talking aimlessly. Chrissy only wakes up because she recognizes the sound of the vacuum. She knows she can't get Eddie out of the house fast enough, so she gets up and grabs a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt before shutting him inside. "Chrissy, darling," her mother says walking into the room, "oh. You do not look good in that shirt. It washes you out so bad." "But I think it's a nice color so I don't get too hot while I'm out with Paige," Chrissy argues. "I need to speak to you about that," her mother says. "Chrissy, you're gaining too much weight by hanging out with your friends. I get that they do not care that deeply about their appearance, but you do and I do not want you to stop taking care of yourself. Look at you, you're basically busting out of your pants and your shirt looks like it's stretching. By the end of summer, we'll have to put you in an x-large." Chrissy starts to panic. Her head is spinning and she can't breathe. The intrusive thoughts are coming. She needs to purge. Her mother is right. Her clothes are too tight. They're getting tighter and tighter by the second. She can feel all of her body weight at once and it's starting to pull at her. "Chrissy, have you stopped taking those pills I've been giving you? I'll just get you some more. You probably ran out. Did you run out?" Chrissy just nods her head, she's trying to breathe but it's getting too hard. "I'll get you some more when I go to the store later. Come down and get a banana and some coffee before you go. Love you, Chrissy-Darling." The sound of her mother's heels clicks down the stairs and into the kitchen where her mother greets Chrissy's little brother. Chrissy completely forgets Eddie is still here and when he opens the closet door he's met with a crying Chrissy who is tugging at her clothes. He heard everything.

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Please Stay With Me

Chapter 11

⚠️ Trigger warning contains some sexual language ⚠️

While MC and Jake where out taking their walk MCs phone buzzed, she took it out of her pocket and saw that it was Jessy again.

MC: I am getting sick of this bitch now enough is enough

Jake: what's wrong?

MC: here take a look

MC showed Jake the message that Jessy had sent, his eyes widened with shock at what Jessy had just sent.

MC:

hey bitch!! You think that's going too get too me? Your wrong me and Jake couldn't be happier, oh and btw I loved having Richy's hard cock deep inside me he told me I fuck better than you. He even told me it was the first time he'd cum in a long time, you just couldn't get the job done he faked all the other times.

Oh and when he would go into the bathroom afterwards, yeah that was too finish him self off.

Jake: what did you do?

MC: I gave her a taste of her own medicine she thinks she can destroy what we have

Jake: don't worry MC, I will never let her come between us ever again.

MC put her phone back in her pocket and they continued their walk along the beach stopping at a little bar too get a cold drink each.

Jessy had finally got her self together when her phone buzzed, she picked it up and saw the message from MC her anger began too boil too the surface. She had too calm her self down if she was ever going too get this test done.

She pulled her self together and went too the doctor's appointment, she had the test done and was told too wait in the waiting room as they were able too find out that day for her.

With time on her hands she pulled out her phone and reread the message that MC had sent.

Jessy: you think you can get under my skin by saying that, your so very wrong soon you will see that Jake is the farther of the baby!! And when that result comes out I will make sure everyone knows it!!

After she sent the text she sat there looking at what she wrote feeling pleased with her self. Before she knew it she was being called back into the doctor's office, they had the results of the test and they came back that Richy was indeed the farther.

Jessy sat there in shock she couldn't believe it, she didn't know what too do next should she tell Richy? Instead she decided too be even more spiteful and send another message too MC.

Jessy:

So thought you wanted too know you need too congratulate Jake for me, he's going too be my baby's daddy!!

After taking everything over MC and Jake where back on the same page, they were not going too let Jessy ruin what they had.

Just as they were about too leave MC got another emaaage from Jessy.

MC: OMG!! Please say this isn't true

Jake: what is it?

Jake: MC what's wrong? Please tell me

MC just stood looking at her phone frozen too the spot she didn't know what too do, she finally managed too look at Jake in the eyes and started too hit his chest tears falling from her eyes. Jake grabs hold of her hands and trya too claim her down the best her can.

Jake; baby please, what's wrong? What ever it is we can sort this out I promise

MC: y-your the f-farther, you are actually the farther of that bitches baby

Jake: what!! That can't be right

MC: but it is, all that bullshit you told me yesterday was all crap. You and I both know you didn't use a condom you fucked her and got her pregnant!!

Before Jake could say anything, MC slammed the engagement ring down on the side of the bar and walked off. He tried too call after her but she didn't answer, she got back too there room and started too pack her stuff. Before she had a chance too finish packing, she started too feel dizzy the room spinning MC fell too the floor. She just about managed too grab her phone and called Jake.

Jake: MC I'm so glad you called

MC: j-jake, please i-i-i need your help

Jake: where are you?

MC: in our room

Jake: don't worry baby, I'm on my way

Jake got back too the room and found MC on the floor, he rushed over too her side and helped her onto the bed. He grabbed his phone and phoned for an ambulance, MC was taken too hospital the doctor's ran all the tests they needed too and made sure the baby was okay.

Jake: MC, I am so sorry please I love you so much I can't lose you

MC: I need time too rest Jake please

She took hold of Jake's hand giving it a light squeeze, Jake pulled out his phone and opened up a chat with Jessy.

Jessy: what the hell do you think you are playing at!! How dare you tell MC that I am the baby's farther!! Because of your little stunt MC ended up in the hospital I hope your happy now. Oh and btw I will find out the truth!!

While waiting for the tests too come back MC got some sleep, so Jake pulled his laptop out of his bag and did some digging into what Jessy had told MC.

Jake's POV

You think you can destroy the love I have for MC, you think you can break up apart by spreading your evil lies. I will find out what you have done I have a feeling that I can not shake, deep down I think Jessy is not telling the truth.

After doing some hacking into Jessy's hospital records, I have finally uncovered your lies I am not the farther you just decided you would stick the knife in even further and tell MC I was the dad.

MC started too wake up so Jake put his laptop away and held onto her hand just as the doctor came in, they explained that MC's blood pressure was slightly up and was stressed, she was told too get plenty of rest and she would be fine the baby was also doing really well, and that there was nothing too worry about.

MC was allowed too leave after a few hours, while they waited for a taxi too arrive Jake told MC what he had found out.

Jake: I decided too hack Jessy's records and she was lying, I am not the farther

MC: you really mean that? It was all lie?

Jake: I really mean it, It was all a lie I love you so much MC

MC: I love you too Jake, Jessy is going too pay big time for this!!

[mav-tomcat-f14]

Ch 11 - Playing With The Boys - Top Gun Mav and Rose (OC) story.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/N WC - 3288 Man did this one take me some time to do, it gets a little heated at the end. ehehe Sorry for any Spelling or Grammar mistakes Please leave feedback good or Bad I do not mind. Playing with the boys part list and summary ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

The ride to the fair was relatively peaceful. Not only that, but Mav was going slower than he usually would, and it made it even better having longer to take in the sites of the sea as we passed by. I had my head on Mav's shoulder. Now and then, I would give his cheek a small kiss making him smile happily. At some point, one of Mav’s hands made its home on my knee, It was worrying at first knowing he was driving with one hand, but I trusted him.

The fair was set up in a big car park overlooking the beach. Mav decided to park in Bar cark park, just a little down from the fair, knowing it would be easier. We also spotted Goose’s car as we pulled in, smiling to myself at how sometimes he and Mav can have the same brain without even needing to be in the same room or Jet.

Grouping up, we all made out way to the Fair. Goose and Carole walked ahead of me and Mav with Bradley between them, holding his hands now and then winging him forward as I walked next to Mav, our arms around each other waist, his hand sitting on my hip as mine slipped into this back pocket of his jeans. My head was resting on his shoulder, 

When getting to the ticket stand, Gose refused to let me and Mav pay for our ticket, saying he was paying for Family day out and that finally, knowing we could not win, we just let him be, Mav whispering he put the money in his wallet when he was not looking.

It was hard to keep Bradley in one place. He wanted to try everything at the same time. The first thing he wanted to go on was the bumper cars, pulling Goose over to the waiting line, Mav looking down at me silently asking me if I wanted a go, to which I shook my head,

“No thanks, I have never liked bumper cars. Everyone is aggressive, and I never feel like I am in control.”

I commented, I know it’s Bumper cars, and you're meant to bump into people, but I always felt like people forget what a bump is and just got for a full-on Ram. Carole then came up beside us after watching Goose and Bradley get into a two-seter car, 

“I give it up, Mav. She not going to go on any of the rides.” 

She told him a little load over the load music that was next to us, 

“I take that as a Challenge.” 

Mav commenced back, making us laugh as I bumped his hip with my own. I watched as Goose and Bradley zoomed around the ring, bumping into other people's cars. Even over the loud music and people talking, I could hear Bradley’s laugh, and it was music to my ears,

We spent more of the day walking around, letting Bradley pick what ride he wanted to go on, within reason to his age and height. I stood on the side and watched as the four of them went on a rollercoaster. Mav tried his hardest to get me to go on with them, offering to teach me how to ride his bike, to buy me anything I wanted, even with kisses, but the answer was No. I did feel a little bad seeing the small hurt look on his face when he realized he was not going to win.

Watching them made me laugh as they zoomed around, Carole and Bradley in the front seats of the first car. She had her arms around Bradley just to be on the safe side as he had his arms up, Matching his Farther and Mav, who sat right behind them, smiling like made men, arms in the air howling like wolfs.

Getting off, I hand back all their stuff. Just before Mav could pick me up and spin me around, making me squeal out of shock, 

“Next time am getting you to go on that with me.”

He told me in my ear as he put me back on the ground, my hands instantly going to my skirt, making sure it was still down, before hitting him on the chest, 

“No, you're not getting me on that. I have already to you, you can try and sweet talk me all you want. It’s not going to work.”

I informed him once again. As we started walking again, I spotted the Ferris wheel when an Idar came to mind and stepped in front of Mav as the other kept waking. I lopped my arms around his neck as he put his around my waist, smiling down at me before stealing a kiss.

“If you can win a game and get me a teddy, big or smile, it does not matter. I will go on the Ferrie Wheel with you, just us.”

I tell him. Mav looked up to the sky, making a serious thinking face before looking back at me, smirking. 

“Just us?”

“Yes, just us. I don’t think they will let five people into the same capsule.”

“You bet. Get ready to ride on the Wheel, baby.”

That was all he said as he took my hand and almost dragged me to one of the ball-tossing games where you need to hit all the cans down with only three balls. Standing in line, we watch as others tried to win, some winning and some failing, unknown to Mav. Even if he does not win, I’ll still go on the Wheel with him. You can only say no to this man so many times before you just give in, 

Mav's first round didn't go well, Missing two out of three times, but he told me it was a warm-up. His second go was better, but still no win. I know Mav was getting serious when he took off his Jaket, and instead of handing it to me to hold, he wrapped it around my shoulder. I could hear people making “Awww” sounds from behind us. His Dogtags were also hanging out of his shirt must have come out when playing another game with Goose, 

Before throwing his first ball, Mave stopped and looked at me before tapping his cheek with a finger. Smiling at him, I got on my tiptoes, giving his cheek a small kiss. Once doing so, Mav throws the ball, hitting the bottom middle can and sending all the other cans flying off the pedestal, 

Everyone around us celebrated with cheers as Mav turned to me, throwing his arms around me and kissing my Four head. As the Fair workers came up to us,

“What gif do you want, little lady? Pick anything you like.”

He told me, waving his hand around to all the teddies on the back wall and hanging from the top of the tent. I looked everywhere, seeing all sorts of Teddies, when my eyes landed on a Teddy bear sitting inside an old airplane. It had a small leather jacket and goggles on its head. Pointing to it, the worker laughed as if knowing I would pick it.

Getting onto a stool, the worker unhooked it from where it was handed, jumping down and giving it to me. As I gave him a small thank you, 

As we walked away, Mav had his arm over my shoulder, and the other taking hold of my new teddy by the back of the Plane, looking it over and laughing to himself before flying it around in fount of me and driving the nose of the plane into mine before I could catch it, 

“I think I’ll call him Mav. He can sit on my bed. And be my teddy in the night.”

I said out loud, Mav’s hold on my got tiger as he pulled me closer, 

“Why have a  teddy when you can have the real thing?”

“I can’t always stay at your Mav. No matter how much we both move that, we are already pushing the rules as it is” 

Mav nodded in agreement, knowing I was night, 

“Now, Little lady, I think it’s time to hold up your side of the deal.”

Mav said, wiggling his eyebrows, coping what the worker called me, leading us over to the Wheel. The line is much longer than all other rides. Everyone wants to get a good view of the beach. I saw Goose and the other farther up the line. Waving to them when they saw us when Goose quickly ran up to us, 

“We were looking for you two. Carole said we should get on the Wheel for a better look.”

Goose said, laughing at his Wife'sife idea, 

“We were thinking after this going to the cafe after this to get a much better lunch and candy,  that ok with you two?”

Agreeing  with Goose's idea he ran off back to his Wife, 

“I always thought candy was a good lunch.”

Mav joked, making me laugh. The line was slow to move, but I did not mind. It gave me more time to stand here in Mav’s arms, with my head on his chest, holding the teddy between us, 

“Wanna know something?”

I asked him, getting a yes in response, 

“I would have come on the Wheel with you even if you lost.”

I felt Mav's chest Virat from his laugh, making me smile, feeling his lips on the top of my head, 

“You are a cheeky thing.” 

He said into my hair,

“But you love me for it.”

“Dame, right do I love you.”

I felt the world stop around me hearing Mav say them three words. It played over and over in my head as I moved my head from his chest to look up, seeing him smiling down at me, tilting his head to the side, repeating it to me,

“You think I will not tell you I love you after all the years I have been running after you? No, sweetheart, get used to it because I am telling you it every day, and if I am lucky, I’ll get to hear it back.”

I don’t know how long I was looking at him, but I know I wanted to hear him say it one more time to know that it was real, 

“Say it again.”

Smiling at me, he moved his face just that little bit closer to his lip, just hovering over mine.

“I, love, You.” 

He softly kissed me between each word before ending it with a kiss on the tip of my nose, 

“I love you too.”

I don’t even know if the words came out of my mouth but going by Mav's smile. He then looked away in the direction of the start of the line. Shaking his head, he looked back down at me, 

“Let's skip the Wheel for today. We are going nowhere with people cutting the line, and Goose and his goslings are just coming off. Let go get some food before the sun sets,”

I had not even noticed that we were not moving. I was so engrossed with Mav that I forgot the world around me. I let Mav take my hand and lead me over to Goose and the family, or Goslings are Mav just called them, 

“I thought you were going on the Wheel?”

 “We would if the line would move. We would be here all night if we stayed.”

Mav  Tells her as we start to make out way out of the Fair. Wrapping my arms around, I lay one on his belly and give it a tap

“I think Mav just wants to eat food instead of spending time with me on the Wheel.”

I joke as Mav makes a shocking sound, 

“Don’t listen to her. That's a lie. How dear you say that”

Mav acting dramatic has to be one of the funniest things I could ever watch.

“No, Carole, it’s true you should have heard his stomach grow the moment Goose said something about food.”

I continued, but Mav put a hand over my mouth, making me laugh, as Carole just smiled at us playing about.

“I know she, you sister-in-law, but would I ever lie to you?”

OH, he just walked right into this one, Pulling his hand away from my mouth. 

“Says the man who ate your last homemade ice cream sandwiches and blamed it on you when you were pregnant, saying it was one of your mad cravings moment.”

I said, spilling the secrets and watching Carole's face change into real shock, 

“You..”

At that moment, Mav’s face said, ‘Oh shit.’

“You eat it, and you lied to a pregnant woman, Not only that but to Goose. How could you.”

I know she is not really mad at Mav because, unknown to him, I already told her who really ate it years ago, but the look of slight panic on his face is priceless. Mav looked at me, then to Carole again, his mouth opening and closing, thinking of something to say. As I back away from him, leaving him to deal with Carole himself, with the biggest shit-eating grin on my face.

But even Carole could not keep a straight face and started laughing, 

Mav looked between us like he was watching a tennis game until he finally worked it out and looked right at me. I smile and wave at him as a devilish smile comes over his face as he points at me,

As Mav moves closer to me, I keep moving back. As his pace gets faster, so does mine, until I turn and run, laughing as I did, hearing Mav yelling he is going to get me I can’t run forever.

I made it out of the fair and halfway to Mav's bike before two strong arms wrapped around me from behind, picking me up and spinning me around. I knew who it was. There was no need to fight, 

“Told you I get you.”

He told me, out of breath in my ear, 

“Never said you could not, but I know you like the chase.”

I replied. Once my feet were on the ground, Mav spun me around and kissed me hard on the lips as his hands roamed my body, coming down to my ass and giving it a slight squeeze. Without breaking the kiss, he picked me up, wrapping my legs around him, letting him carry me off to where ever he wanted. I could not care. I just wanted to keep kissing him.

He soon placed me down, and from the feel of the cold metal and leather touching my legs, I knew It was his bike, 

We pulled apart breathless, my eyes still closed, smiling as I felt his lips kiss along my Jaw and down my neck biting ever so slightly on my skin when he got to my collar bone, his hands sliding under my skirt. One of my hands ran up and down his chest feeling his hard musical under it, as the other pulled on his Dogtags, 

“I need you to put a dress on more often.”

He spoke into my kiss as he kissed along my shoulder, then back again to my neck. I could not hold back the moan that escaped my mouth.

“If you're going to kiss me like this, I don’t think I should in public.”

Mav laughed at my comment before pulling away to look me in the eyes. I could get lost in his eyes forever. They just feel like home. They always have, even before this all started, 

“I can’t help it when you look this good, but I'll keep my hands to myself next time.”

As he spoke, he moved his hands off and went to step back up. I stopped him. With my fingers still on his dog tags, I pulled him back, so his hands now sat on either side of my on the bike and his face just millimeters from mine, biting my lip as I looked all over his face before settling on his eyes,

“I never told you to stop. I just said I don't think I should in public.”

He was on me again. The kiss was hotter and hungrier as his hands went again up my skirt, this time going further up till his finger touched the edge of the shorts I had on. I let his tongue with the batter that was going on in my mouth, moaning at the taste of him, my hand now in his hair pulling him closers, as one of my legs lopped over his waist, pulling him closer that way as well, trying to get no space between our bodies, 

“Mav”

Moaning out his name when he pulled away to attack my neck just set him off, even more, his hands now on my ass, Pulling out cores right against each other as I felt him roll his hips into me, making me moan his name again, 

I know we should stop. We are one step away from being indecent in public, but I can’t bring myself to stop. I want this, I want him, and I’ll willingly let him take me on his bike right now. Nothing was stopping me from unzipping his jeans, pulling him out, and just pulling the shorts to the side and letting him slide into me, and I was about to when the sound of my Brother's Voice snapped us both out of this Lust frenzy,

“Holly fuck can you two wait until you get home, please, there are kids around, not to forget the group of creepy men watching the two for you from the bar window.”

Upon hearing him, Mav jumped off me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as I pulled my skirt back down. I could feel how red my face must be it felt on fire, from the embarrassment that my brother just caught me and Mav making out and also from how Hot Mav can make me feel.

I looked to the Bar to see a small group of men by one of the windows. I looked to see Carole next to Goose, holding Bradley on her hip, who thankfully was looking away from us all. I smiled shyly at her as she just gave me a wink. I did not even know what to say or if I should say anything, 

“Do I need to give her a lift to the Cafe? Just so you both make it there in one piece.”

“No” 

Mav answered Goose so fast. It made Goose laugh out loud, shaking his head as he held the car door open for his wife to get in before running around to the driver's side, 

“Don’t take too long, kids.”

That was all he said before getting in his car and driving off, leaving Mav and me alone again, 

When Mav and I finally looked at each other again, we could not help but burst into laughter. I reached a hand out to him, which it took instantly, lifting it to his lips and kissing it. He then started to kiss up my arms, 

“Mav, no, we need to go,”

He stopped looking up at me, smiling, as he kissed my lips, softly this time, 

“Just know that I’m not done with you.”

Hearing him say that sent a shiver down my spine and a hot feeling between my legs. I had to squeeze my legs closed and tuck my hands behind my back to stop myself from wanting to grab this man and finish what we started.

[fumikomiyasaki]

hope this ask goes through!

💝 with any of our ships!

A Valentines kiss

on the neck

With a firm step the priestess walked past many of the Valentines couples with a judging look... how can they just openly show off so much? This should be reserved for closed doors only... she scoffed at this whole display of affection and marched towards her usual place where she spoke her prayers and kneeled down... however as she finished and got up she felt some hands on her shoulders.

"Hello, Darling~"

Alice looked down at her with this usual amused look as Elvira blushed... she had one weakspot for sure where she could let it slip that she herself was going against her rules... she often grew weak for the Vampiress... but moreso she noticed her showing a light pout.

"Do you have to always wear turtleneck, sweety? I would love to eye your pretty little neck."

"Its to stay dilligent to my duties. I would never show too much."

To her surprise Alice picked her up in her arms and stroked a bit over her neck revealing a spot.

"But today being Valentines I would know a good gift you could make me, my dear?"

"My blood... well... its a small offering for my personal object of devotion... as you wish, my beloved."

The priestess tilted her head feeling Alice sink her teeth into her flesh... holding onto her shoulders a little to brace for the slight pain of it all... but feeling her lick off the blood and stay kissing the spot a little made her feel warm inside... something she couldn't get by prayers and her duties alone... as the Vampiress drank their last she carried Elvira with her on one of the benches of this place and sat down with her.

"Maybe well you can hide my mark on you now but... I do want to claim you more this day, do you have the time for me?"

"Of course... my prayers are done... I am all yours for today...I swear to god on it."

"Good one~ Then lets go out together for now, my dearest."

Even if she judged the other couples she was also a hypocrit... her own happiness was enough to forget her own rules as she held the Vampiress hands firmly.

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on the back of the hand

Even if Amore wings day put him under stress, He eventually sneaked out to meet up with Astrid in heartslabyuls rose gardens... bringing her a whole box with treats, a small drawing notebook and two dolls that looked like her and her sister.

"Emil, I can't thank you enough for this. I will cherish these! I can't wait to show them to Isfrid."

He looked away with a light blush.

"It was the least I can do for... keeping me sane in a way..."

"Emil... alright its settled... in return lets do something fun together so we get you distracted from stress and such thoughts... I want to see a smile on you today."

"You know thats hard to acheive right."

"I can at least try."

With a smile at him she offered her hand and spinned him into a small dance... she noticed his thoughts where still distracted so she told him some stories to keep his attention but eventually He broke away and took her hand...

"I am still... glad you want to stay close to me... despite knowing what I am capable off... thank you."

He placed a kiss on the back of her hand as she blushed slightly.

"You really are a sweetheart Emil."

A small smile escaped him which she quickly pointed out as he tried to hide his red face again... he really did love the times she got him out of his school... it was like a soft spring breeze giving him that hope of a better life... and he would do anything to keep her that happy.

[romanoffsbish]

Pizza Dog

Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

1,640 Words

You’d recently made the biggest mistake of your life, entrusting your brother to watch your dog. It was just for a weekend business trip that you couldn’t get out of, since it was so last minute, and during the busiest time of the year all the kennels were full. You love your brother, truly, but he is barely to be trusted with his own care…

Lucky was truly a good boy, he however craved adventure so you had deemed a flight risk, rightfully so. Your rules were simple, keep him on a tight leash outdoors, and make sure there’s no open doors for him to squeeze through. Josh, your brother had been adamant that you could trust him, it was only two nights, what could possibly go wrong…

The short answer—apparently everything!

Lucky had snuck out while you were literally boarding your flight out of state. Your brother tried to reach you, but your phone was on airplane mode so it went straight to voicemail. He stammered out something about ‘I opened the door to grab my DoorDash order, and as the door was shutting he dashed out…

By the time you’d landed it was already 10PM in that city, so you instantly crashed, not even bothering to check your phone.

Apparently Ronin, a masked figure, notoriously known for the slayings of many mobsters was back on the streets. Turns out whoever the masked vigilante was, they had a soft spot for “stray” dogs, and yours happened to catch their eye. As you were headed to your meeting the following morning, you’d decided to check your phone. Your notifications were off the hook, having received a boat load of texts from friends, the consensus being,

“Isn’t this your dog?”

“Lucky got out?”

Your head was absolutely spinning, how in the hell did your dog attract this much attention in less than 24 hours? Finally you listened to your brother’s pitiful voicemails, wishing for nothing more than to have him in front of you to smack the shit out of.

Sure, Lucky’s a bit of a handful, there’s a reason the little shit only has one eye; he’s however not that hard to manage when you follow the simple instructions given. Shut doors and leashes is a standard for you’d say like 85% of pet owners households

Once your meeting ended, you took off to the hotel to begin the process of making flyers, and posted in your local areas online missing pets groups. Hoping that the vigilante will still have it in their hearts to return your precious boy to you. You’d also bumped your flight up to tomorrow morning instead of the evening, no longer interested in checking out the new city you’re in.

While you were doing your best to keep from freaking out, Lucky was living his best life, no longer confined to your healthy diet and instead was enjoying his weight in pizza. The adventure he’d craved was tampered with his nearly never ending supply of pepperoni pizza.

When you’d landed back home the following morning you’d set out to hang up your fliers. Never expecting to see The Hawkeye, with an absolutely gorgeous brunette to his right, with your leashed up dog walking along cheerily.

“Hey!” You screamed in their direction, and watched as their faces dropped.

They began to pick up their pace, which you had internally cursed them for, as they were clearly fit as could be, and you were just the average level of put together. You’d enjoy your pint of ice cream every Saturday, with the subsequent bowl of multi grain cheerios the following morning.

“Wait!” You shouted, only making them take off running.

You couldn’t possibly have been intimidating enough to be considered a threat to the Avenger and his lackey, so why the hell did they run like you were their enemy. You’d taken an alleyway as a shortcut, as you realized that would be your only chance at cutting them off.

As you exited the alley, they’d been barreling down the sidewalk, and were unable to slow down causing your bodies to collide.

“Ow.” The brunette groans, as she pushes off of you, slightly glaring down at you as she does.

Lucky bounds straight for you, licking at your face, and nuzzling at your side. Clearly concerned for your well-being, never intending for his adventure to bring you pain.

“Hello mama’s mischievous boy, looks like you’ve made some very fast friends on your adventures.” You coo to your one eyed pup, having already sat up, as you began petting him.

The Avenger and his female counterpart were staring down at you with mildly shocked expressions, as an air of apology flashed across their eyes.

The brunette sheepishly smiled as she extended her hand towards you, you graciously accepted, truly wanting nothing more than to get up off of the dirty streets of NYC.

“Thank you.” … “We’re sorry”

“No, it’s honestly no big deal, I needed a good excuse to go for a run anyways.” You chuckle out, wanting to quickly move passed this awkward encounter.

“It’s just, we didn’t know if we could trust you… We’ve been trying to run from these crazy people in tracksuits like all week, they even burnt down my apartment, it’s been crazy. We’re trying to find out who they work for—.” She goes on to ramble.

The older man lightly scoffs from beside her, in an obvious attempt to shut her up, as he reaches out to hand you the leash.

“Hey, it’s totally cool, I assure you though I’m not a bad guy. Just an entirely too trusting dog mom, who never should’ve left her ditzy brother in charge of her dog for the weekend.” You chuckle out, while ruffling Lucky’s fur, and trying to reassure the obviously anxious girl.

“I’m happy to hear it, you’re far too pretty to waste your time with them.” She says, blushing immediately as she seemingly catches on to what she just said.

You smile widely at the unexpected compliment, as you feel your hands becoming clammy, you tighten your grip on the leash.

“Thank you—.” You pause, quirking a brow, while opening up the floor for her to introduce herself.

“Kate! Kate Bishop.” She says as she catches on, and extends her hand out for a greeting.

Ignoring the outstretched hand, you choose to pull her in for a side hug instead.

“Thank you, Kate Bishop, you’re rather beautiful yourself.” You reply, winking subtly as you do.

“I’m Y/N by the way. I really hope Lucky here was no real trouble, and if he was I’m totally able to compensate.”

Hawkeye seems to scoff in amusement at your words, confusing you to say the least, and you notice Kate slightly nudges him in the side.

“No, he was perfect! He did really love eating all my pizza though.”

You gasp, looking down at him, as he looks down shamefully.

“Is that why you ran from Josh’s? Because your high end kibbles couldn’t equate to a slice of pizza from a stranger?” You say feigning anger, but then follow with a light chuckle.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize he had at home. I just thought he was a stray and with all the fighting there was honestly no time to get the proper supplies for him.” She rambles once more, her anxiety is palpable

“Kate, sweetheart, calm down. I’m just messing with him, and apparently you too.” You laugh out, while placing your hands to her shoulders to ground her.

“You need to get that rambling under control darling, you don’t wanna give away too much.” You add on, seeing as she flusters with every pet name you throw her way.

Kate’s staring at you with the most adorable expression, her eyes are wide with anticipation for your next words, and she’s inadvertently biting her lower lip. Clint looks like he’s definitely seen better days, and as if he’s going to combust any second now as the awkwardness of the brunette to his right is far too consuming.

“Now, it seems that my baby boy here has found quite the friend in you, so here’s my number. Text or call me if you want to see him again sometime, or if you want to see me, either way I’ll surely answer.” You state, with a simple smirk gracing your features, as you slip her your business card.

Kate finds herself frozen in awe as she watches you walking away, admiring the way you seem to be bantering back and forth with Lucky. Once you’re far from her sight she finally regains her composure the best she can, then turns to Clint. Except now she is noticing that Clint’s clearly finished the trek back to their hideout. She groans lightly at her easily flustered persona, then immediately enters your number into her phone before she starts to finish her walk back.

You’d finally made it home, letting Lucky in to find her runs straight to his bed. Assumedly to fall into a pizza infused coma of sorts. When you settle in, you hear your phone ding.

*Pizza at Joe’s? Friday at 5? 🥺*

You chuckle as you realize exactly who it’s from,

*Kate Bishop I assume? Is this invite for Lucky or me? 😉*

*Well, I was thinking just the two of us, then we can bring him back a slice?*

*Already trying to invite yourself back to mine? Cheeky… Sounds like a date Bishop, don’t be late. 😉❤️*

You lay your phone down on your nightstand, just imagining how flustered you’ve probably just made her.

“Lucky, I think you are honestly the best wingman I’ve ever had, this is going to be fun.”

He barks in agreement, before his snores travel through the room, and yours aren’t too far behind his.

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[your-daily-biaswrecking]

i love your drabbles so much can i request taehyung eating you out nonstop being really dominant and rough and sloppy until reader loses count of how many times she’s came and he only stops when she’s in tears and begging him to, but once she thinks it’s over he shoves himself in her and starts pounding and praising her with how well she’s taking him 🙇🏻‍♀️

"So sweet," your boyfriend mumbled as his tongue ran from your entrance to your clit. "It's a good thing I'm not diabetic because I can eat you out indefinitely."

"Tae!" you whined. Squirming under his touch because you had just come down from your orgasm and were too sensitive for his mouth. "I want you inside me."

"All in good time, sweetheart." He stuck his middle finger out and started thrusting it in and out of you lazily. "It's been so long since I've tasted you. Won't you let me enjoy this first?" And before you could even answer, his lips were wrapped around your clit again. Sucking it between his teeth to nibble on you playfully. And just when you closed your eyes to relax, Taehyung switched up his technique, pounding his finger roughly and flicking your clit as if he was trying to reach a high score.

"Taehyung! Please!" you gasped. And your hands found his hair, trying to pull him off you.

He just groaned in reply, sending vibrations down your cunt. And he grabbed your wrists and pinned them on the mattress right next to your ass. Now just his mouth all over you. He was eating you out like a starved man and you couldn't help but cry out as his abusing tongue made you cum again. However, this time he didn't leave you any chance to breathe. Kept slurping up your juices as they flowed out of you, nose all up in your clit and making you yelp. Your thighs closed tightly around his head as a reaction to his attack, and you tried to move away.

Taehyung pulled away for a second, glared at you, and then slapped your pussy with one hand. Making you scream loudly.

"Behave, sweetheart," he spoke in a warning tone. "Now sit still and give me another one, like a good girl, 'cause I know you can do better than that." One arm wrapped around your thigh, the other coming down to push two fingers inside you this time. He didn't thrust them in and out, instead keeping them buried all the way in and curling them to find your swollen g-spot. And when you pulled his hair this time, he was unbothered. Lost in your pussy physically and metaphorically. Almost more moans coming from him than you.

"Baby, you're killing me," you whined with difficulty, mouth wide open as you struggled to breathe well, chest heaving and head spinning. All you knew was how you were clenching around his digits, how he was tinkling you in just the right spot that had your toes curling. And when you came again, it was harder than ever before, wetness spilling out of you intensely and coating your boyfriend's nose and all of his bottom face. His fingers were burning you, his mouth only stopping for a moment.

"That's right, sweetheart," Taehyung panted, licking his lips but not bothering to wipe himself from your squirt otherwise. His hands were holding you down with force because you were almost shaking away from him. And then he dared to bring his mouth back down on you. "Give me another one of these."

Taehyung was nearly choking himself on your pussy, quite literally drowning as he didn't stop to even breathe and you were squeezing his head so tightly. But he stayed put, arms wrapped around both of your thighs so that you couldn't go anywhere and shaking his whole head more instead of just flicking his tongue. He made you cum again, and again, eating you out until you were so sensitive it only just hurt. And you were crying, tears falling down your cheeks as you were begging him to stop. And he still wouldn't listen.

"Taehyung, baby, ple–ease!" you moaned after you gushed on his face once more. "Please! That's enough, baby, please."

The man stopped his movements, and you sighed in relief. He got up to look at you, pouting at the mess you were. Hair dishevelled even more than his, tear stains all over your cheeks, lip trembling, eyes red. He groaned at the sight, dick twitching because something about you looking wrecked made him so horny, and he crawled over you until his face was hovering over yours. A sweet hand stroking the tears away.

"Okay, sweetheart," he whispered. "Don't cry. It's okay."

You closed your eyes to enjoy the intimate moment, trusting him in caressing your pain away. But then you felt his dick pressing upon you and you yelped, too sensitive to handle even the lightest touch. "Tae!" you gasped. "I– I can't!" Your boyfriend connected his lips with yours, kissing you deeply and moaning into your mouth as he rubbed his dick over your slick folds to wet himself before he started pushing inside you. And you broke the kiss to cry again. "A–ah! Baby, it's too much!"

"Shh..." he purred. Dick slipping in and out only halfway and yet still hitting you too deep for your comfort. "I know you can take me, sweetheart." His voice was so much softer than before. Yet his thrusts started picking up the pace and pounding your sore pussy right open. "There you go! There you go, sweetheart. See? You're taking me so well."

Your nails were scratching his back so hard you were certain you were drawing blood. But it only made him fuck you harder until he bottomed out and you were full and all stretched out. "Oh my God," you moaned. Even in the pathetic state you were in, tears streaming down your face from the sensitivity, you loved the way your boyfriend was fucking you.

"That's right," Taehyung gasped, switching his attack to sharp and deep thrusts. "So good for me. What a good girl. Look at you, sweetheart. Your pussy is taking my dick so well even after all the times I made you cum." His head was buried in the crook of your neck and he bit you, hard, until you were shouting from pain. Rutting against you faster as he was chasing his own high. "Gonna make me cum, sweetheart. That sweet, little pussy of yours feels so good around me, gonna make me bust right away."

You hissed, thighs squeezing around him. "Baby," you moaned. "Give me your cum, baby. Fill me up." You were begging because you wanted him to stop, still crying from the abuse of your cunt, but your words turned both of you on so much, Taehyung grunting in your ear and pounding you harder.

"My good, little girl," he whined. "Take it." And he spilt all of him deep inside you, making you cum one last time.

Masterlist

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

Not Enough

has anyone else just wanted Danny to go completely fucking feral at Dash? anyone?

yeah me too

this is some truly self-indulgent shit y'all

"Hey Fenton!"

Danny slammed his locker shut, sighing as Dash clapped him roughly on the shoulder.

"I'm throwin' a huge ass Halloween party this weekend, ghosts are all about Halloween right? You should totally come!"

It wasn't the first party Danny had been invited to since being outed as Phantom, but somehow Dash didn't seem to get the hint that he wasn't even remotely interested.

"No." Danny snapped, he threw his bag over his shoulder and turned his back on Dash, walking away without another word.

"What's your problem?"

Danny stopped, turning back around with a face of utter disdain.

"Excuse me?"

"I've been trying to be nice, but all you do is just brush me off! Like you can't even pretend to be busy or something?"

Danny stared, mouth halfway open as he tried to find the words to respond.

"Are you actually serious?" he finally choked out, almost too bewildered to be angry.

Almost.

"You're not still mad about all that stuff from before right?" Dash asked. "Like, I don't even do that shit anymore, it's over."

"Is it?" Danny's eyes flashed brightly and Dash took a half step back as the air went cold. "Because I'm pretty sure it was just yesterday that I pulled Mikey out of his locker."

"Well, yeah but that was Mikey." Dash laughed. "C'mon man, I wouldn't do that to you. We're totally cool now, so why you gotta keep blowing me off? You talk to Kwan like it's not big deal, and he used to wail on you all the time!"

Danny took a deep, slow breath, then another.

"Have you considered that maybe it's because I don't like you?" Danny said through gritted teeth.

Dash huffed, shoving his hands into his pockets and staring at the ground.

"Look, I get it, I was a jerk, but it's over! I'm actually trying to be nice, now you're the one being an asshole."

Danny looked as though he'd been slapped.

"You're such a fucking idiot Dash." Said Danny, his voice trembling with barely restrained rage. "You can't just treat someone like shit every single day for two years and then expect them to get over it because you invited them to a few parties."

"Then how come Kwan gets to hang out with you?" Dash could feel his face heating up. "You're just gonna let him off the hook? That's not fair!"

"HE APOLOGISED!"

In one thunderous moment, every locker in the hallway slammed open, sending papers and books flying across the floor. The few students still packing up their things got the fuck out of dodge, whether this was a ghost thing or a Fenton thing (was there even a difference at this point?) they wanted no part of it.

Dash couldn't move, his feet felt heavy, he wasn't entirely sure if Danny had done something to him with his ghost powers, or if he was just afraid.

Because he was certainly afraid.

Even after everyone found out, Danny still didn't use his powers at school unless it was a ghost emergency. He didn't use them for pranks, didn't use them to get even, didn't even use them to show off.

But he was sure as hell using them now, and Dash suddenly realised why he was always holding himself back.

He was terrifying.

Danny took a few steps forward, stopping barely an arm's length away from where Dash was rooted to the spot, trembling.

"Kwan apologised to me." He said, quietly this time. "He apologised to my friends, he even apologised to some other kids, and when I told him that I wasn't ready to forgive him, he accepted that and left me alone until I was ready to talk to him again."

Dash wanted to speak, but he couldn't seem to make his brain form the words he needed, it was too busy buzzing with danger run danger get out run run RUN.

"You made every single day of my life miserable for two whole fucking years, and that isn't even counting the bullshit you pulled in middle school. How do you feel right now Dash? Does it scare you to be around me? Does it scare you to be at the mercy of someone that you know damn well can hurt you?" Danny leant in, grabbing a fistful of letterman jacket. "I hope it does, because now maybe you'll have an idea what it was like for me going to school every fucking day knowing that you would be there, ready and waiting to hurt me. Every single FUCKING day."

Dash found himself being thrown backwards, his feet finally able to move again as he caught himself.

"I'm s-sor-sorry." he mumbled, his lips felt numb and tingly and his head swam with panic as he struggled to get the words out. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Are you?" Danny's voice cracked, his face wasn't twisted in rage anymore, his eyes were blue once again, and shining with tears. "Are you really sorry for hurting me? Or are you just sorry that the guy you were beating the shit out of turned out to be Phantom?"

"I didn't... I didn't know." Dash gasped out, he could barely hear his own words, all he could hear was his own heart beating loudly in his ears as he struggled to draw in breath. "I didn't know it was like that, I just thought-"

Thought what? What had he thought? That he wasn't really hurting anyone? That it wasn't that big a deal?

No, he hadn't thought that, because he hadn't thought at all.

"And you're gonna stand here and tell me I'm an asshole." Danny was almost sobbing as he raggedly spat out each word. "Because I won't forgive you for something you never even apologised for. This is the first time you even acknowledged that you were an absolute jerk to me, and you followed it up by demanding that I just get over it."

Dash stared down at the floor, it sounded terrible when Danny put it like that.

"I wasn't... demanding anything." he said, he was embarrassed by how whiny he sounded. "I was just trying to make it up to you, I was trying, I just thought... it's not fair that I can't have second chance. I was trying so hard and all I wanted was a second chance-"

"I DON'T CARE." Danny's eyes were screwed up tight, but it didn't stop the tears of fury from pouring down his cheeks, his voice so shredded with pain it was barely recognisable. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU. I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU WANT. I DON'T OWE YOU A SECOND CHANCE. I DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING. YOU FUCKED ME UP AND YOU. CAN'T. FIX IT."

Dash didn't know what to do. Danny was openly sobbing, his breaths came out in grunts as he couldn't hold the rage and misery back.

He was still standing within arm's reach, Dash cautiously put out a hand, to comfort him? He wasn't sure, but he barely brushed Danny's shoulder before Dash found himself spinning violently and his cheekbone exploded with sudden pain as he hit the floor. Cold hands drew away from him roughly.

"DON'T TOUCH ME." Danny screamed. "DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN."

Dash watched as Danny grabbed his backpack and his footsteps disappeared down the hall.

It was over, just like that it was over.

Dash sat up and touched his face, he wasn't bleeding but he knew it would bruise pretty bad. It hurt, he would be squinting through one eye for a few days.

Danny could have done this to him at any time, he could have done it to him every day if he wanted, and maybe he would, now that he'd done it once.

The thought made Dash feel cold as dread pooled in his stomach.

The next day Dash told people he'd gotten his black eye from playing football, his team knew it wasn't true, but they didn't ask. He kept his eye out for Danny, wondering if he would pop up invisibly and knock him off his feet, or drag him through the floor, or hit him when nobody was looking.

He clung to Kwan's side all day, afraid to be alone.

Phantom could be anywhere, he could get him anywhere, if he wanted to hurt Dash nobody would be able to stop him.

Nobody had been able to stop Dash, and he didn't even have superpowers.

But in the end, nothing happened.

Dash went through the day untouched. Danny didn't even look his way. Not once. He just acted like yesterday never happened.

But it did happen, Dash still had the bruise on his cheek, and the terror set deep in his bones.

In the following days, weeks, months, Danny still never touched him, never looked at him, never talked to him. Dash realised that Danny probably wasn't going to do anything else after all, that maybe he hadn't even meant to hurt him in the first place.

He was a hero after all, he protected people, even people he didn't like. The only time he had ever come into contact with Dash again was to haul him out of the way of a ghost, and he did so with the same care as he would with anyone else.

Danny wasn't like him, he didn't gloat about hurting him, he didn't revel in the fact that Dash was scared of him. He just went about his day, acting for all the world like Dash didn't even exist.

Dash never gave him a true apology, it was clear Danny didn't want one, it was far too late for that.

It left Dash with a sick feeling of unfulfillment. He understood now what Danny had been going through, the pain, the terror, he wanted Danny to know that he was truly sorry, that he really had changed this time.

But he couldn't, because forcing an unwanted apology on him would just make Dash the asshole all over again, he was trying to steal a forgiveness that he could never have.

So he had to find his closure somewhere else.

He stopped picking on Mikey, and Nathan, and all of the other nerds he frequently hassled. He even tried apologising to them, some forgave him, others didn't, and he had to be okay with that. He struggled not to lash out, it still felt unfair, the world had always told him that you were supposed to forgive people when they apologised. It always happened that way on tv, in the cartoons he grew up watching. The mean kid would apologise, the other kids would forgive him, and they would all become friends.

He was realising that the real world was a whole lot more complicated than that, he didn't earn forgiveness just because apologising was hard, he was learning fast that he didn't earn any brownie points for taking responsibility for his actions. He was just doing what any decent person should.

It took him a while to come to terms with that, to stop being angry at people for not letting him make it up to them. For not letting him prove that he had changed.

All it took was to occasionally pass by Danny in the hallways for him to cool his jets and think more clearly. To remind him that he was the bad guy, he was the one who hurt people, that his victims did not owe him anything.

In his last year of school, he had found himself watching the juniors below him falling into the same behaviours, the same struggle for power and control. Pushing other kids around without so much as sparing a thought to how it made them feel.

After a lengthy chat with Mr Lancer, Dash was given permission to pull out younger students from detention one day a week. He would talk to them, ask about their lives, ask about their feelings. He would ask why they lashed out, why they thought it was okay to treat people that way. Most of them didn't have an answer, or simply refused to give one, but he would push, he wouldn't let them hide in ignorance like he did.

Some of them did feel guilt for the way they treated people, and they only needed someone they could talk to who could understand what they were going through, so they wouldn't take it out on whoever was around at the time.

Others would take more effort, they need a far stronger push in the right direction, they were defensive and combative, selfish and unapologetic.

Dash had been one of those kids, he knew they would be hard work, but he did his best. He couldn't help all of them, some were simply unwilling to change.

So he contacted the school-board, he pushed for better protection for students, more programs to help troubled kids, he volunteered to keep running his own counselling groups even after he graduated.

It still never felt like enough.

After graduation he turned down his favoured college to attend one closer to home so he could continue his volunteer work. He joined petitions and rallies for change across entire school districts, he spoke at other schools' anti-bullying campaigns. He'd attended enough of them in his own childhood that he knew they did next to nothing, but it gave him the opportunity to reach out to kids for one on one support.

He found more volunteers for his counselling groups, he helped people start them up in other local schools. It was a lot of work, especially when he was also juggling his college studies. He was taking a major in psychology, it was brutal, Dash had never been good at studying, but he'd decided that this was what he needed to do, this was important to him.

It still wasn't enough.

It would come at him in the night, as soon as he laid his head down on his pillow. He would see the faces of all the kids he hurt, it felt so much worse the older he got, they just looked younger and younger every time the memories came back to plague him.

He had beat the shit out of children. Kids who were the same age as the students he now counselled. He beat them until they were bloody or bruised, he shoved them into lockers, pulled pranks that humiliated them in front of the whole school, and he had laughed.

He'd laughed at their pain.

When the guilt weighed him down, he would begin searching for new programs to volunteer for, new petitions or rallies to get behind, always finding another way to help protect kids like Danny from kids like him.

And to protect kids like him from doing things that would one day haunt them.

He had spread himself thin across every school in the district, barely keeping afloat at college, but it wasn't enough.

It was never enough.

Kids still slipped through the cracks, schools were still too lenient, there were too many kids, not enough volunteers.

Casper High was holding another anti-bullying assembly. It had been a few years since Dash had attended one at his old school. This year they had excitedly announced that they'd even secured an appearance from Phantom himself.

Dash's blood ran cold, his hands shook as he went over his notes, he was slated to do his speech alongside Phantom's, they would be sharing the stage for a solid 75 minutes, barely a few feet from one another.

When Danny showed up he was already in Phantom form, Dash spotted him discussing emergency exit plans with one of the organisers in the event of a ghost attack.

He was so different from when they were in school.

He was tall, and broad, he stood with confidence and had a good natured charm to him. He was a hero, he was strong, he was brave. He could fight monsters ten times his size with a smirk and a witty one liner. He could take on anything, he wasn't afraid of anything.

He was a kid, running down a hallway, screaming words that still pierced through Dash's mind every time he saw the hero's face.

"DON'T TOUCH ME."

Dash's hands clenched around his notes, shaking so violently that they barely even looked like words.

"DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN."

"Dash?"

A deep voice cut through the chaos in Dash's mind as cold hands closed over his tremblings ones.

"It's good to see you again."

Phantom was smiling at him, his hands still closed around Dash's.

"Good... good to see you too." Dash mumbled, not able to meet the man's eyes.

Phantom paused before releasing Dash's hands.

"I've heard all about your work." Phantom grinned as Dash finally looked up and met his eyes.

"Yeah." he said, and then before his mind could catch up with his mouth, he blurted out, "I'm sorry, for everything."

Phantom's eyebrows rose for a moment, before he gave a gentle smile and clapped a hand on Dash's shoulder.

"I know." he said warmly. "Thank you."

They gave their speeches, Dash had told his story many times before, the victim that he'd pushed to breaking point, the boy whose words drove the change that made him the man he had become.

For the first time ever, that boy was listening.

After the assembly had packed up and the volunteers were heading home, it was Danny Fenton who approached Dash and asked if he wanted to go grab a beer together.

Dash thought it would be rather awkward, but Danny had plenty of experience socialising with the public, awkwardness slid right off him, and soon enough Dash found himself laughing alongside Danny as he told a story about the new misadventures of the Box Ghost.

He returned to his dorm that night, head still swimming from one too many beers, and he had the best sleep of his life.

He pulled back on some of his volunteer work, hunting for new people to take his place as he focused on college. He was falling far behind, but he would work hard to make his way back. As a volunteer he could only do so much, but with the right education and training, he could do so much more.

The guilt still haunted him, every so often when the pressure and the stress weighed heavy, it would creep back into his mind. It would probably never go away, not entirely, but at least now he had his closure.

Finally, it was enough.

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12:00am

Warnings: Dom! Seonghwa, Sub! Brat! Reader, cockwarming, Daddy kink, unprotected sex, alot of teasing, college au, pet names (princess, baby girl), degradation, hair pulling(slightly), let me know if i missed anything!

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“You brought this upon yourself princess, Now sit still or I’ll punish you.”

You blushed and whined slightly. You came into Seonghwa’s room to pull him into the living room so he could watch a movie with you. He was busy at his computer watching a video for his lecture tomorrow. You knew he loved it when you wore his shirts, so you put on one of his t-shirts and one of your skirts. When you walked into his room you swung one of your legs over him and sat on his lap. Hwa gave you a look with a raised eyebrow, you gave him teasing kisses along his neck while smiling. “Hwa~ Come on, come watch a movie with me, You’ve been working on this since you got home.”

Seonghwa shook his head slightly, placing his eyes back onto his laptop screen. He wrapped his arms around your waist holding you into place, “Babygirl, I need to get this done first, I told you I was going to come after I was done.” He said, running a hand down your back. You roll your eyes at him “You said that 2 hours ago, Now come and cuddle with me!” You demand. Seonghwa looks at you with a serious look in his eyes before he places a hard slap on your ass earning a yelp of pain out of you. “Behave.” He said sternly, only making you smirk. 

You think about it before you do it, deciding if it was worth the punishment he was going to give you. You shrugged and ended up grinding yourself against Seonghwa, making him suck in a breath. You giggle to yourself before letting out another moan slash yelp as Seonghwa grips your hair, pulling you closer to him. “What did I say?” He said warningly, you simply smirked at him. “But being good is boring Hwa~, and you’re taking too long~” You say teasingly. Seonghwa lets out a loud sounding growl, a sound you have never heard from him. 

He sat back in his chair with a smirk of his own across his features. “Oh? You want to be a bad girl huh? Panties off.” He ordered, making your mind go blank. “H-huh?” You stutter out. He looks you up and down before speaking again. “Did I stutter? Panties Down.” He repeats. You quickly step back off him, slowly pulling your panties down, kicking them somewhere in his room. When you looked back at Hwa, you could feel yourself clench around nothing.

He was sitting back in his chair, his cock in his hands, just idling pumping it as he waited for you. “Since you are such a little impatient whore and you can’t wait until Daddy is finished, You're going to sit on my cock until I’m finished.” You blushed as he beckoned you to sit down. You could feel your mouth getting dry as you moved back over and swung your leg over him again. Seonghwa placed his hands on your hips as you slowly lowered yourself down onto him, letting out a soft moan as he stretched you out perfectly. Once he was fully inside you Seonghwa pulled the chair back close to his desk and resumed his work. 

Hwa leaned close to you ear and whispers “If you can be a good little slut until I’m finished, I’ll fuck your dumb little brains out like you wanted, I know damn well you didn’t want to just watch a movie with me~” He teased, giving a test thrust making you whine. “You wanted me to stuff you with my cock as the movie played in the background, make a mess out of my pretty little princess” You clenched around him earning you a slap to the ass, you winced as you placed your head in the crook of his neck. Seonghwa chuckled as he returned to his work.

You were trying your best not to move, Seonghwa felt so good inside of you that it took all of your willpower to not start to bounce. Trying to relieve some of the feeling, you tried to grind against him slightly. Seonghwa simply chuckled at you as he continued his work, he kept doing small playful thrusts up into you. “What’s wrong? Is my little princess too full? Does she want her daddy to fuck her brains out?” He asked. Embarrassed, you nod your head slightly making Seonghwa laugh. “Don’t worry, Babygirl, I’m almost finished, I just need to type up something and I’ll be done.”

You smile softly, snuggling your face into his neck. “Oh but don’t get comfortable, I’m still going to punish you for disturbing me.” Seonghwa let out another deep chuckle as you tried to readjust yourself on his lap. Shifting your hips around you were a little spooked with Seonghwa placing both of his hands on your hips. You lifted your head to look at him, seeing a sadistic smirk on  his face. “Are you ready Princess?” He asked. You didn’t even have time to react before he began to thrust up into you. You cried out, placing your head back in the crook of his neck, muffling your moans. 

Seonghwa was being brutal with his thrusts, making sure each and every one hit deep inside of you making your head spin. He smirks down at you, “Is it too much for my little baby to take? But I thought you wanted this? You wanted daddy’s cock to just make you fall apart.~” His teasing words only incited moans from you as you slowly began to bounce to meet his thrusts. Skin slapping against skin was the only other things to be heard in this room besides your moans. Seonghwa was letting out small grunts as his thrusts meet your bounces.

“You’re doing so good princess, You’re taking me so, so good.” He groans out. You moan in response as you start to pick up your pace with your bounces, feeling him hit your g-spot. “F-fuck Daddy! RIght there!” You yell out making Seonghwa let out a deep groan. Seonghwa’s grip on your hips tightened as he planted his feet on the floor, thrusting up into you a speed you’ve never seen before. Your moans were just spilling out your mouth with several profanities and Seonghwa’s name.

“I-i’m getting close..” You managed to get out, your pussy was clenching around Seonghwa’s cock in just the right way, bringing you closer to you orgasm. “Go ahead Princess, Let it go” He groans out. You let out a loud scream of pleasure as your orgasm washes over you, your bounces coming to a slow halt. Managing to catch your breath you let out a squeak as Seonghwa stood up with you in his arms, knocking stuff off his desk. You back hit his desk as you looked up at him with a confused expression only to be met back with a sadistic grin.

Seonghwa laughed slightly as he ran a hand down your face. “Oh? You thought that was your punishment?” He chuckles darkly as he realigns himself back at your entrance.

“Baby girl, You’re in for a long night. I’m going to completely and utterly destroy your little pussy until my cock is all you can think about~”