#why even message. like. yes. it’s fuckin cold. are you surprised.

[samwisefamgee]

lmaooo the high is 7 degrees today and people keep messaging me like “omg I hope you’re ok don’t get too cold 😭🥺 uwu” yeah I’m not ok and it is extremely cold and also everything else is bad but thanks anyway

[notsoattractivearenti]

Polar Opposites (Christian Pulisic x Reader) - Part 4

WC: 2.0K

Warnings: curse words, drinking/alcohol

A/N: We're so close to the end! 🥹 Before reading this part, make sure you have read the previous parts 😉 I hope you all enjoy and I'd love to hear your thoughts thru reply/reblog/ask 🫶 If you wanna be added to the taglist let me know 😊 Feedbacks are highly appreciated!

| PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 |

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Bachelorette party was tonight. Claire didn’t want to have bridesmaids because she thought having you as Person of Honor was enough. You – as someone who loves planning basically everything ­– invited some friends of Claire and arranged the whole thing by yourself. She didn’t request for anything but one – no strippers, which you gladly accepted because you didn’t really think that would be a good idea and knowing Claire, she wouldn’t feel comfortable.

At the time, you and Christian were still texting each other. But you were also still uncertain about your feelings for him, so you kept pulling back and forth. Some days, you would be all friendly, but the other days you would act a little cold towards him – maybe too cold. You even confused yourself because you had never been in this kind of situation before. The thing was, even when you hadn’t replied to his text for 2 days, he kept on sending you new messages every day.

It was Friday evening when the party started. One week prior, you had made a table reservation at yours and Claire’s favorite nightclub – you were looking forward for the party. You just want to distract yourself from the biggest inner struggle at the moment – which was figuring out what you really feel about certain someone.

“Yes!” You talked to yourself as you walked in to the club, unaware your voice were quite loud. “I can’t wait to finally ‘drink to forget’!” 

Claire raised her eyebrows. “Drink to forget? To forget what?”

“Uh, what?” You looked at Claire all confused, before you realized she heard what you said before. “Oh nothing. Forget nothing. Just forget I even said anything.”

You felt your phone vibrated on your pocket, so you took it out and saw 3 new messages from Christian. 

Is the bachelorette party tonight?

Have fun! 🙌🏻

Don’t get too drunk 😂 Rehearsal dinner is tomorrow

You texted him back before putting your phone away.

can’t promise anything lol thanks

The time you all got to the table, plenty of drinks – mostly cocktails and shots – had been served. You immediately grabbed 2 shot glasses and ready to start off the party with a toast.

“Everyone, let’s raise our glasses,” you started your toast, “to send off our beloved bride-to-be, Claire to marriage life!”

“Let’s drink and have some fun!”

---

That night, you had a lot of drink – too much, you were pretty boozy.

It was already 12 AM, but since you were still very drunk you didn’t notice time. You were laying on the sofa, then got on your phone, and drunk dialed a number – you weren’t aware it was Christian’s number. He didn’t pick up because he was asleep, so your call went straight to voicemail.

“This is Christian Pulisic, leave your message.”

“Heyyyyyy whaa- Christian? I d’no why I call yeeee” you slurred your speech, you were genuinely surprised to hear his voice.

“I uh, I guess I uhh...” you took a shot of vodka before continuing, “ahhh, I just wanna say, I fuckin hate yer guts!”

“But Chrissss...” your began to murmured, "I thinkkkk I wike yooouuu...”

 “Ohhh pffftt, I mean wike! No, ughhh,” you groaned, “like. Theeeereee I say itttttt... I la-la-la-like youuuu.”

“Aaaanyway, imma go have more drinks,” you said as you got off to take another shots, “bye there!” You hung up your phone and threw it to the sofa.

---

The next morning, you woke up with a bad hangover – your day started with a throbbing headache and vomits, you reeked of alcohol. 

“Ugh, Claire, my head fucking hurts,” you complained to Claire, “I must’ve drunk too much last night.”

“Yeah you fucking did!” She laughed. “Y/N, you were so out of control last night it was funny to watch!”

“Did I do something stupid? Please, please tell me I didn’t.”

“I mean... Uh...” She tried to recall. “Nothing illegal though, so uh... You’re good I guess?”

You were relieved. “Okay good. Shit, I’m going to sober up for the rehearsal dinner tonight.”

“YOU BETTER BE,” Claire jokingly screamed into your ears, she was amused by how hungover you were and wanted to get a reaction out of you.

“Ah!!! Fuck you Claire!” You covered your ears and squeezed your eyes shut. “That was too loud!”

“I don’t care,” she chuckled. “Go shower and brush your teeth a million times, you smell like a walking bar.”

---

It was finally time for rehearsal dinner. You still were a little hangover, but at least you could function a lot better than this morning. Because you didn’t think you could handle alcohol just yet, you skipped the champagne for the night and had water instead.

As you skimmed the room, you saw Christian was coming over. You tried to act cool even though your heart was beating really fast.

“So...” He started the conversation the moment he stood next to you, “how was bachelorette party, Y/N? Bet you had too much fun.”

“It was fine.” You answered coldly.

“You know, I got a voicemail from someone...”

You gave him a side eye. You thought whatever he was about to say wasn’t that important, so you tried to not give him any attention.

“It’s not just a voicemail, it’s actually umm... A confession?” He smirked.

You started to feel curious. “What do you mean?”

“Someone told me they, uh, how do they say it... Oh, wike! Wait, no. Umm, lalalalike me?”

Your eyes widened. It sounded familiar, but you really couldn’t recall why.

“Wait, did I call you last night???” You nervously asked.

He jokingly asked you back. “I don’t know, did you?”

“Come on Christian,” You whined. “Be serious! I really have no memories about any fucking things after what seemed like to be my one hundredth drink last night.”

“Let me refresh your memory.” He took his phone out of his pocket, then gave you a listen to a voicemail you didn’t remember sending. You covered your face and grumbled – you couldn’t even look at him. At the moment, you felt you were ready to grab a fork and stabbed yourself with it.

“Fuck Christian I-” you stuttered out of embarrassment, “I... I am so... so so so sorry I left you that message. I- I really don’t remember even calling you!”

“That’s okay. I get it, you were drunk. Well, at least now we know alcohol brings honesty out of you.” 

“Oh God...” You whimpered.

“Look, Y/N, sorry that you hate my guts, but-”

“Can you just um, erase that?” You asked him anxiously. “And uh, forget it ever happened?” 

He frowned. “Why?”

“Uh... I didn’t even know what I was talking about. I mean... I was clearly under the influence.” 

“Wait,” he said quietly, “don’t you want to know what I think?”

 “I... I don’t...” You stuttered. “I don’t kn-”

“Y/N, Christian!” You two heard Claire called your names and waved. “It’s time!”

You nodded at her, then went back to Christian. “Let’s go there, come on.”

“Yeah sure.” He coldly walked away, he seemed really hurt.

For the entire rehearsal dinner, Christian didn’t talk to you. He glanced at you once in a while, but that was it. You were just really ashamed because of that drunk voicemail you sent him – how you basically told him how you felt about him. 

---

At the end of the dinner, you finally had the courage to talk to him.

“Christian,” you tapped his shoulder, “can we talk for a minute?”

“Sure,” he said as he pulled a chair next to him, he didn’t even look at you.

You sat there, and there was a moment of silence.

He finally broke the silence, “what is it?”

“Uh, listen...” You took a deep breath. “The truth is, I’m still unsure of how I feel about you.”

“I have never had feelings to anyone like you. You can be insufferable most of the times, and the thought of that bothers me...”

“Well that’s flattering.” He blurted.

“You know what I mean!” You shouted.

“Anyway, it’s just... What if this feeling is temporary? What if our two, contrasting personalities could never work? I don’t want to get hurt, Christian. I just can’t.” You whimpered.

He listened, but he didn’t say a word.

“I am embarrassed that I sent you that message. That’s why I asked you to delete and forget. And I have yet to figure out how I really feel about you.” You explained.

He pressed his lips together and nodded, but still no words came out.

“Well... Don’t you have something to say to me?” You asked.

“Oh, me?” He pointed at himself. “Tsk. I don’t know.”

“Uh, okay...” You said nervously. “I guess I’ll le-”

As you were ready to leave, you heard him softly confessed, “I like you too.”

You froze for a minute. It felt like your heart stopped beating and the time just stopped ticking – you couldn’t help to let out a smile. “Go on.”

“I was so glad you sent me that voicemail, Y/N. It was the perfect start of my day. I don’t care whether you were drunk or not, at least I now know how you feel about me.” He admitted, his voice sounded shaky. “So when you asked me to pretend it never happened, it hurt me.”

“Chris...”

“I’m not done.” He stopped you.

“Not only that, I don’t know if you notice but you’ve been so hot and cold with me for months! It’s exhausting.” He admitted.

In response, you mouthed “I’m sorry.”

“Look, I’m not going to ask you to make up your mind now, but just so you know... I’m into you. Like, really into you. No matter how much I ‘despise’ you.” He said, giving you a little smile at the end.

You chuckled. “Thank you, Christian.”

You smiled and gazed into each other’s eyes in silent until you heard Claire called your name.

“Y/N! Let’s go home!”

“Oh, I have to go,” you said as you got off your seat. “The bride needs me.”

“See you tomorrow, Best Man.”

“Can’t wait, Person of Honor.”

---

You had spent the last two nights at Claire’s, while Nick stayed over at Christian’s. You hadn’t stopped smiling since the conversation you had with Christian and Claire noticed that.

“Y/N... What’s going on with you?” She asked.

“What?”

“You seem way too happy and it’s freaking me out!” She laughed. “Does Christian have something to do with this?”

You jokingly acted surprised, even though she was right. “How bold of you to assume that!”

“Well does he though? Y/N, I’m not going to sleep before you tell me everything!” Claire demanded.

“No! Are you kidding? Tomorrow’s your wedding... You need enough sleep!”

“You know Y/N, it is the rule to always say ‘yes’ to the bride.”

You playfully gasped. “Are you seriously using your bride card right now?”

“Indeed I am,” she said proudly, “now talk!”

“Ugh fine,” you hesitantly gave up, “I’ll tell you. Bear with me.”

You told her about the drunk voicemail and how it ended up with Christian confessing his feeling to you. Claire – who basically has been rooting for you and him – was very delighted to hear the story.

But she was a little concerned about one thing. “So, Y/N, do you... Really like him?”

“I think I am... But I’m not sure.”

“You have to figure it out very soon, Y/N. He’s not going to wait forever, you know? Don’t toy with his feelings.” She advised.

“I’m aware, but you know it’s not that easy, right? I have no idea why I become this indecisive.” Your voice started breaking. “This shit... It has been messing with my head for fucking months now...” 

“We’re just... How do you say it?” You tried to think of the term. “Uh, polar opposite?”

“I understand,” she sympathized, “but maybe you’re thinking too much into it.”

You nodded, you were relieved you had the talk with Claire.

“If you want to, Y/N,” she continued, “you can work those differences out.”

You went silent for a while, thinking about what Claire just said to you. Maybe she’s right? Can we work it out?

---

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[rotshop]

get prankt this isn't an angst fic lol ,,

ANYWAY ,, i realized earlier that i could've just been calling 'auditor reader' employer reader this whole time and then i had a funny silly goofy little idea and now we r here,,,lol,,, ill proof read this later but i did this in one go no breaks so . help.

I might continue this later so!! consider this a sort of 'introduction' if u will,,

note ; auditor uses he / she / they pronouns in this bc ive decided im just going to push my propaganda onto all of you <333 also Hank uses he / they / xe

tw ; dissociation, dereality, some light body horror

Bloody Management

"This is out of your jurisdiction. You've wasted enough time here," you seethed dryly, staring down at the shorter being. "You've made no progress and have only proved your operation to be a strain on our relations and resources."

"Out of MY jurisdiction? YOU'VE never even been there before! You think you can just storm in and suddenly kick me out of my own work?" Auditor shot back, hands slamming down on the mahogany desk in front of her.

"Yes, actually, I do," you snapped, eyes narrowing. "I think you're forgetting just who you're speaking to. You've let this drag on for far too long and your ego has grown in tandem with its pointlessness."

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair, pinching the bridge of your nose as you continued. "Look, I understand. You put effort and thought into this little pet project of yours, but the results have all proven zilch. You fucked up, that's fine, but you can't keep meddling with this reality in hopes something will suddenly work again! All you're doing is tearing and poking holes the rest of us will have to deal with later."

"If you just gave me a little more time I could-"

"We've been giving you time. We've given you more time than we've ever given any project like yours," you gave a desperate look, "It's over. You tried and we tried, there's nothing that can be done. If you just worked with us then we could help you."

There was a long silence as they faltered, hands falling into their lap as their gaze followed, landing on the floor.

"And what happens to my Nevada?"

"We'll try and clean it up again. Return it to..some sort of normalcy," you hummed, "Though, with some of those tears in the fabric it'll take a bit longer than anticipated. That..clown, is proving to be rather difficult."

You paused, grin finding it's way onto your face.

"It's been tricky, if you will."

"Not the time."

You gave a 'tsk' in response, shrugging lightly, "I don't regret it."

"You'll be going back to our depths, effective immediately. While this project was a failure, we're still curious to see if there's anything else that can be done in a different time and place."

"And what about you? Are you going to sit all pretty in this fake office for the rest of eternity?" She questioned sarcastically, eyes dragging up to meet yours.

"God, I wish. I mean, seriously, you have no idea how nice it is to have some peace and quiet after dealing with that fuckin' office."

With a dry snicker and -presumably- an eye roll, they finally stood accepting their defeat.

"I presume I'll be seeing you?"

"If your little posse doesn't cause me too much trouble, yes."

"Have fun with that, I do hope it's as grueling as possible," he hummed, turning and striding towards the door to nothing.

"Thanks, was nice seeing you too."

The door peering to the void shuts soundlessly.

.

.

.

"Was the pun really that bad?.."

---

"What do you mean they're just neutral suddenly? It's not like they all just suddenly unionized or sum' shit! There's gotta be something going on," Deimos groaned, irritation dragging onto him and clinging desperately.

"Well- What do you want me to say! I'm just as confused as you are," Sanford huffed back over comms, making a vague gesture with no audience.

Hank stood in the other room, staring down at the few agents that were on their knees with their hands held tight behind their heads. They'd made no attempt to attack Sanford and xem, simply staring in a bit of surprise when the two'd busted in. It'd completely thrown the raid off, leaving them both in a state of stunned confusion. The agent that they'd asked about the sudden change in demeanor just gave some shaky shrug, stammering out that they'd all received an order to not attack under any circumstances from some unknown contact. 'They really just listen to anyone then?..'

It was hard to believe, hard to find any reason or meaning in that lead to any conclusive endings. Which, had lead to a small dispute going nowhere and fast. Hank only picked up on little parts of it, the words being muffled and distorted through the wall. Xe didn't really have much interest in getting a clearer reading of it though, it didn't sound like it meant much.

"Look, I'm just going to try and look for any documents or actual recordings of this apparent 'ghost order,' alright?..." A pause. "Deimos? Are you there? Shit- Of course the line dies now of all times."

The line wasn't dead. It was somewhere else, some-when else.

---

The ground felt cold.

.

.

No, was it warm?

Wait- No no no, it wasn't warm..

.

.

.

Was it even the ground?

.

.

Did it even matter?

.

Deimos could fuzzily recall it. Arguing with Sanford over the line. The points he made exactly didn't seem to ring through the fog of confusion and numb in his mind. Something about the Auditor, the agents, blah bla..something.

He'd been making to say something else when he'd seen it, something off in the corner of his eye. It wasn't anything huge, if you asked him he wouldn't even be able to tell you what it was. There was something wrong, but there wasn't. The ground was cold, but it was warm.

Something was wrong.

Everything is fine.

He'd turned around, looking around for whatever in his vision wasn't right.

That's rude to say, you know.

He'd never found it, something reaching from the depths to grab him.

You're making me sound awfully cruel.

With a groan, he picked himself up off the ground to observe his surroundings. White and black stretched infinitely around him, the 'ground' underneath him was the deepest of not-color while the 'sky' was its blinding twin. A building stood in front of him, a mix of ivory and ink twisted to form its structure. The door faced him, standing tall and straight as a soldier in spite of how tilted and off the world felt.

Before he could even really register it, something was pulling him up off the floor. There were no hands or strings physically attached, nothing sticking from him to drag into the infinite beyond his comprehension, no no. It was something quiet, a ghost or a whisper in his mind that pulled him through the ocean and to shore. The door grew larger- closer. His mind grew blanker. His hand twisted the knob.

Color flooded into his vision finally, the room in front of him coated in it graciously. The floors were a velvet carpeting, a wine red that felt of lavish and glitzy. The walls were lined in bookshelves, each filled to the brim with titles somewhere between poetry and latin white noise where imagination fell. At the head of the room stood a desk, polished mahogany standing tall and still, frozen indefinitely in time. Behind it, you.

Me.

Once again, he was pulled forward. Each step fell in front of the other, unsure of weight behind them and noise that followed suite. He felt half there. Half of a man and half of a void. It was..something.

Not pleasant, not bad.

The ground wasn't cold, wasn't warm.

It just was.

He finds himself meeting your gaze as he plops down into one of the seats in front of you. He finds his neck straining and bowing under phantom limbs that aren't there. He finds his eyes training on yours which stare back pointedly, finds himself between hot and cold. He finds himself sitting down before you as he watches from the window.

There's no window in the room.

"You must be so confused."

Your voice is in front of him, right? That's where you are, so your voice should be coming from there. It isn't though. It's around him somewhere. Even as you tilt your head to the side the noise of your own voice doesn't seem to follow it.

"Don't think too much on this all, alright?"

You mutter something. 'These grunts really weren't made for this- to be here. I'm surprised he even woke up.'

Someone nods in agreement.

"Wh..who are you?"

Is that his voice? It is. It has to be, it fell from his own mouth. He barely even felt it move. Is it his mouth? It has to be.

You pause for a moment, seemingly caught off guard. He doesn't know if its because he spoke or because of what he asked. Nobody clarifies.

"Why don't you call me [name]? That'll be easiest for you. I do apologize for dragging you here rather than appearing there," you hum, leaning forward on your desk. "I just wanted to make sure we had the utmost privacy."

I wanted to make sure you wouldn't be able to forget.

"Now, Deimos," is that his name? "I need to tell you something, I have to work on restoring things for you, so I can't deliver this message to everyone myself in the most..effective of ways. You won't mind filling your friends in for me, right?"

He doesn't answer. He can't. His tongue is lead and his mouth is stuck shut, if he opens it will surely be left that way for the rest of infinity- for the rest of this place, this time. Someone says yes in his voice.

"Good. Now, try to listen carefully..."

---

He wakes up on sand. He's sitting up quickly, stilted as his mind finds his body. His tongue is lighter, teeth separated once more as his jaws are their own entities again. The cliff is still under him, wind passing by him peacefully. The horizon stretches infinite.

The ground is warm, there's no mistaking it.

"Deimos? Are you there?"

He pauses briefly.

"I need to tell you guys something."

[bakuhoes-dumbass]

Lacking Love

Shoto Todoroki x F!Reader

Slight Angst/Fluff

Words: 1.7k

A/N: Hey, this is my first anime based fic! I hope ya’ll like it~ (They’ll get less shitty as I continue lmao)

Warnings: None!

~~~

"I'm sorry again, Y/N. I didn't mean to be late to our date."

You're sitting across from your boyfriend in a nearby cafe. He noticed how unnaturally quiet you've been for the past hour, his concern growing with every passing moment.

"I had gotten caught up-"

"It's okay, Sho. I already know how you've been feeling."

Todoroki tilts his head, confused at the statement. "I don't quite understand-"

"I know you don't love me." You cut him off. "At least, not like I love you."

Todoroki's eyebrows furrow, a taken aback look on his face. "W-What? You don't think I love you?"

You let out a soft giggle. "I know you don't. And it's okay. Not everyone falls in love with their partner right away."

His mouth drops open slightly in shock. "Y/N, b-but I do…" He trails off.

You shake your head. "You're quite often late to dates. You never call me any pet names. You rarely kiss me. I haven't even heard an 'I love you' leave your mouth first. How often do we cuddle or hold hands?" You speak in a quiet voice. "Shoto, do you even know what today is?"

Your last question catches him off guard. Shit, today is a special day? Why couldn't he remember?! Taking his silence as his answer, you smile sadly. "It's okay, Sho. It wasn't anything special."

Suddenly, your phone rings. Todoroki looks down, noticing Mirio's picture pops up, signaling an incoming text. He furrows his brows in confusion, wondering why the Big 3 member was messaging you. You read the text and put your phone away. Todoroki is surprised when you suddenly stand up.

"Hey baby, I gotta go. But I'll see you later tonight, yeah?"

Todoroki opens his mouth to speak but closes it and chooses to nod instead. You give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I love you. I'll see you later."

"I-I love you…" you were out the door of the cafe before he could finish his sentence. "...too." Todoroki sighs and stands up to leave.

On his way back to the dorms, Todoroki's head is spinning. Your words and your disappointed expression flashes in his mind. He never knew this was how you were feeling and now all he could do is worry.

~~~

"Hey, Todoroki. How'd it go?" Midoriya greets him as he walks through the door. Todoroki mumbles something before walking into the kitchen. Midoriya follows closely. "Are you okay?"

Opening the fridge, he continues to ignore Midoriya, choosing to mindlessly stare into the fridge. Midoriya tilts his head at the boy. "So I take it something happened?"

"Y/N said something…" Todoroki trails off, still in shock at what happened in the cafe. Midoriya gestures at him to keep talking. He sighs. "She said I don't love her-"

"Move the hell outta the way, half-n-half. You're letting the cold air out." Bakugo shoves the boy out of the way before rummaging through the fridge for his drink.

Midoriya stares wide eyed at Bakugo's rudeness before turning back to the duo quirked boy. He shakes his head, confused. "Wait, what? What do you mean?"

Todoroki shifts his eyes to a certain explosion boy who finally found his drink, now just leaning against the counter listening with a curious scowl. Todoroki rolls his eyes but turns his attention back to Midoriya.

"I'm not sure. She just started saying how I never show affection or say 'I love you' first." Todoroki runs a hand through his bi-colored hair. "I've never really been in a relationship before but Kaminari had mentioned how girls like guys who play hard to get-"

Bakugo chokes on his drink, nearly dying from a coughing fit. He bursts into laugher. "You're taking relationship advice from dunce face?! Dude wouldn't even know what to do in a relationship if it bit him in the ass."

Todoroki's face turns bright red and holds out his hand, freezing Bakugo's drink. Bakugo stops laughing and glares at him. "HEY, WHAT THE HELL, ICY HOT? WANNA DIE?!"

Todoroki huffs, clearly embarrassed. "Shut up. I just have no idea what I'm doing, clearly."

Midoriya sweat drops, holding up his hands and trying to calm his two friends down. "Alright, let's all just calm down. This is easily fixable. You just have to do the opposite of what Kaminari suggests, right? Easy enough. Did at least the gift you got her help kind of ease her worry?"

Todoroki's furrow his brows. "Gift? Why would I give her a gift?"

Midoriya's jaw drops. Before he can say anything, Bakugo speaks up. "Isn't it like, her birthday or some shit today?"

Upon hearing those words, Todoroki freezes. "N-no, that can't be…" He fumbles with his phone to check the calendar. "Her birthday isn't until-" His eyes widen and his face pales. "-today." He slams his head against the kitchen wall. "Fuck!" He slides down against the wall onto the floor, his hands over his face. "No wonder she doesn't think I fucking love her. I'm such an awful boyfriend."

Bakugo was able to unfreeze his drink. "Yeah you are." He takes a sip before heading out the door. "Better hurry the fuck up and fix it before she dumps your emotionally challanged ass."

"Kacchan! What the hell!" Midoriya throws his hands up at the explosive boy. Bakugo flips him off before heading back to his room. Midoriya sighs and turns to Todoroki once more. "She's not going to dump you."

Shoto leans his head back against the wall and side eyes his friend. "Why wouldn't she? I sure would."

Midoriya shakes his head. "Y/N isn't like that. She's an understanding person."

"Mirio texted her earlier. She's probably with him right now. Probably treating her to a birthday dinner or something." He clenches his fists, frost building up from his right hand.

"Okay, you need to calm down before you freeze the entire dorm." Midoriya sweat drops. "You can fix this, I have a plan. I promise, everything will be alright."

~~~

"Thanks for the ice cream, guys! I really appreciate it!" You smile at the Big three members.

"Of course, Y/N! It's your birthday, after all." Nejire giggles.

The corners of your mouth twitch, suddenly remembering how your boyfriend forgot what today was. Tamaki furrows his brows, noticing your sudden change of mood. "A-are you okay, Y/N?"

You shake your head to rid yourself of those thoughts and smile at the shy boy. "Yeah, I'm okay. No need to worry about me!" Suddenly, you feel your phone go off in your pocket.

♡Shoto♡: Please come to the dorms when you're done, love.

You smile slightly at the text from your boyfriend and quickly send a reply.

You: I'll be there soon. ❤

"Um, sorry to run out on you guys. I have to meet back at Heights Alliance."

"Oh, we're headed that direction anyway! Why don't we accompany you?" Mirio speaks up with a smile.

You giggle at his always sunny attitude and smile back. "Sure, that would be great."

~~~

Todoroki paces back and forth in the dorm common room. Anxiety overwhelms him, the only thing running through his mind is you breaking up with him. He knows he royally screwed up, but you love him too much to leave him. You'll forgive him… right?

He looks over at the dining table, set up with your favorite take-out and a beautiful birthday cake that Sato helped him make. Your gift lay wrapped behind him, wanting to surprise you with it. He really hoped this would help make up for his stupidity.

His head whips up after hearing the door to the building click open. You poke your head around the door giving your boyfriend a smile before closing it behind you. Todoroki rubs his hands on his pants, his anxiety causing him to sweat. 

You walk up to him and give him a peck on the cheek. "Hey, Sho." Your eyes wander behind him to see the table set up. "What's all this?"

Todoroki takes your hands into his shaking ones, avoiding your eyes. "I-I know I've been a horrible boyfriend from the start. I haven't shown you how much I appreciate you. How much you mean to me." He squeezes his hands over yours, his eyes now fleeting to meet yours. "How much I love you."

You tilt your head. "Baby, you're not a horrible boyfriend."

"Yes, Y/N. I am. I've kept myself so distant from you, I've neglected you. Fuck, I forgot your fuckin birthday was today!" His eyes turn hard, his tone angry. But not at you, at himself.

"Sho, it's not a big deal-"

"YES IT IS! WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING IT'S NOT?!" He raises the tone of his voice, making you flinch slightly. He notices and immediately regrets it. He brings his tone down to his natural softness. "I've been so busy training and thinking about becoming a Hero, I neglected to remember an important event. Even fuckin Bakugo remembered."

"Pfft!" You cover your mouth with your hand before bursting out laughing. Todoroki's face turns confused at your reaction. You wave your hand. "I'm sorry, just the fact that Bakugo remembered for some reason is hilarious to me."

Todoroki sighs and smiles softly at your beautiful laugh. He runs a hand through your hair, caressing your cheek. "God, I love you more than anything, baby. I really truly do." His smile drops, anxiety once again taking over. "Please, don't leave me." He practically whispers, his other hand squeezing yours again.

"No no no." You grab his cheeks with your hands and kiss his nose. "I absolutely was not even remotely considering it. I promise."

Suddenly Todoroki pulls your body against his, making you squeak. He tilts his head slightly before meeting his lips to yours. You melt into the soft kiss, feeling nothing but love being poured into it.

"Oh, I have something for you." He speaks after pulling away. He picks up the nicely wrapped package from behind him and hands it to you. "Please, open it."

Carefully tearing the paper off, you gasp. "Oh my god, Shoto! This is the limited edition Mirko figure! I thought these were sold out weeks ago?!"

Your boyfriend smirks. "I was able to snag one before they sold out. I'm assuming you like it?"

You squeal and throw your arms around the hot and cold boy, squeezing him tightly. "Thank you so much, Sho! I absolutely love it."

Todoroki buries his face into your neck, holding you tightly as if he's still afraid of losing you. He smiles into your neck and murmurs.

"Happy Birthday, Baby."

[diavohno]

peccant pt.1

▹ pairing: lucifer x fem!reader, mammon x fem!reader, leviathan x fem!reader, satan x fem!reader, asmodeus x fem!reader, beelzebub x fem!reader, belphegor x fem!reader

▹ genre: smut, rut!au

▹ words: 6.6k

▹ rating: nsfw

▹ warnings: mc curses like a sailor and solomon has no filter, lucifer’s had a rough time, a pinch of grinding, mentions of masturbation, hickies, explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, rough sex

▹ notes: tadaa! this took a bit longer than I had originally planned (hence the big gap between the sneak peek and the full release) but I was determined to crank this out for @hornywrath​‘s birthday! hope you enjoy a lil bit of mammon hun, and happy birthday! also, I guess this also counts for a 400 follower milestone, which we hit very recently! thank you all for being here, I hope the wait was worth it ;)

“Solomon, I’m about ready to fight someone,” you seethed to the sorcerer as you glared up at his ceiling from your comfortable resting spot on top of his bed.

The entire situation was ridiculous. The brothers had been actively avoiding you almost all week, which was annoying enough, but today they had cut off all communication with you entirely. No one came down to breakfast, no one was in any of your shared classes, and no one even bothered to text you so you’d know what the hell was going on. If they were going to give you the cold shoulder the LEAST they could do would be to tell you why.

Instead, you were left to wonder what you had done wrong because surely there was some explanation for their behavior. After a full day of scouring your memory during boring classes (in which there was no one to distract you, unlike usual) you were still drawing a blank on what exactly you had done. 

This only meant one thing: you were 100% innocent in this situation, and the brothers would never live this down if you had anything to say about it.

When you were about halfway back to the House of Lamentation after class your D.D.D. buzzed. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest seeing that the notification was a text from Lucifer. It was the first time any of the brothers had contacted you all day! With any luck, you’d finally get some explanation as to just what was going on, and (if you were lucky) an apology. The second one is highly unlikely given that it was Lucifer who had texted you, but you still had hope. That is, until you opened the message.

After class, immediately go to Purgatory Hall. You will be staying there with the other exchange students until further notice.

A second set of buzzes followed the first, in case one punch to your heart wasn’t enough.

Under no circumstances are you allowed to return to the House of Lamentation without permission.

Excuse you? Were you seriously just told that you weren’t allowed in your own house anymore? Sadly, yes, that seemed to be exactly what had just happened, and Lucifer isn’t the sort of person that you’d argue with about an order.

But come on, you hadn’t even gotten an explanation!

With no other choice, you turned your livid butt around and marched (read: stomped) over to your new home, ready to tell (read: rant to) your fellow exchange students of the injustices you had been served as of late. As if Lady Luck wanted to send an ‘F U’ herself, Solomon was the only one in Purgatory Hall when you arrived. Not the beautiful and benevolent Simeon, or Luke, who you thought of as an angelic younger brother, but Solomon, with a fox’s grin that was far too smug for your liking. And, unfortunately, the smugness only grew as you lamented about how abysmally bad your week had been thus far.

“Oh, y/n,” he said, a teasing coo woven into his tone. Your attention shifted from his incredibly interesting ceiling to his incredibly boring head that he was propping up on his desk with his incredibly boring hand. Solomon may be one of your best friends, but you’d be lying if you said he didn’t push your buttons all the damn time. “You’re so naive to the ways of the world.”

“Sorry I’m not a fancy pants magic bitch like you,” you grumbled with no real bite behind your words. Would you believe he then had the audacity to snicker at you? Because that’s exactly what he did. It took all of your strength plus a little extra from the Big Man Upstairs to not clock the white-haired menace into next week. “Solomon, explain to me what’s going on before I do something I won’t regret.”

Ever the fake pacifist, he raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, no need for violence. And, really, it’s your own fault that you don’t know about demon ruts.”

Silence filled the room, leaving you to sit there and drown in it as Solomon seemingly decided the desk itself would make a much more comfortable seat than his chair. With just those few words he had managed to switch your brain from operating on Google Chrome to Internet Explorer, and what is the next thing he does? Perches on his desk like it was normal. 

After some time passed with you buffering and Solomon preening as if he had just been graced by God, you finally managed to spit out, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

More snickering. Try as you might, you couldn’t fight off the blush that had been steadily creeping onto your cheeks, so you instead gave in and decided to find out as much as you could. “You mean, right now, they’re at home—”

“Jacking themselves off on anything of yours that they can get their cummy little demon mitts on? Ding ding ding, you’ve guessed it! Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve been in your room already. Having a—” calculating eyes swept your form from head to toe before continuing irritatingly hesitantly, “presumably fertile female so close is akin to torture when they’re rutting, so what remains of your pheromones are probably the only thing they can smell at the moment.”

Taking the high road for once in your little gremlin life, you chose to ignore the ‘presumably fertile’ comment and remained focused on the topic at hand: the brothers were going through a demon rutting period. “That is so unbelievably disgusting and hot at the same time.”

So some of your inner gremlin slipped out, sue you.

Solomon sighed as if he expected nothing more from you, white strands of hair falling onto his face as he pressed it into the palms of his hands. “Leave it to you to be turned on by the suffering of others.”

“Shut it, Solomon, you know what I mean.” Heat flared across your cheeks at the insinuation. You may be many things, but a sadist was not one of them; Lucifer had that title locked down anyway. “Dammit. What do I do, Solomon? Lucifer texted me saying that I can’t go back, so does he really expect me to wear the same clothes for however many days it takes for their ruts to end?”

“Probably. He’s twisted like that. Ooh, what if he’s getting off to the idea that you’re—”

Before you had a chance to cut Solomon off from finishing a sentence that would have undoubtedly mortified you to no end, a series of rapid-fire buzzes from your phone did it for you. You had patted both yourself and the area around you on the bed down thoroughly only for Solomon to dangle your phone in the air. Warning bells sounded off in your head loud and clear the moment you noticed his cheeky grin.

“I think you should put this one on speaker.”

With a flick of his wrist, your phone sailed through the air and landed on the bed next to you after you failed to catch it. Ignoring Solomon’s snort, you flipped your phone over to see who was calling you. The name, along with everything you had just discussed with Solomon, caused your pulse to pound in your ears.

It was Mammon.

Panic ran through your veins like liquid lightning. Should you answer it? There could only be one reason why he would be calling if he was rutting. Warmth shot straight to your core. Deep down, you realize that if he was calling you to ask for help, you’d say yes. Solomon cleared his throat and gestured at your phone, reminding you to answer before you lost your chance. Without hesitation, you answered the call, switching to speakerphone with a pointed glare from the man across from you.

Within seconds, breathy groans rang out from the phone. Your face flushed as you spared a glance at Solomon, who had donned a shit-eating grin, before your attention snapped back to the phone upon hearing Mammon’s voice. “Where are ya, y/n?” he whined. “I need ya so bad.”

Your teeth caught your bottom lip between them. “Lucifer told me not to come back for now, so I’m at Purgatory Hall.”

A string of expletives exploded from the speaker, although they died down as quickly as they started. When Mammon addressed you again, the pleading tone to his voice was in no way subtle. “Please. . . Please come help me, y/n. I need ya.”

“Mammon, babe, are you rutting?” Your eyes widened in horror while Solomon snickered gleefully; the question had fallen out before you could really even think about it. 

You weren’t given much time to worry over it, though, as Mammon answered in confirmation, “Yeah. And everythin’. . . Everythin’ fuckin’ HURTS. It hurts so bad, y/n, please.” Images of some of your succubi and incubi friends flashed through your head. It would probably be best that a demon helped him through his heat. If you helped, you’d likely get hurt. You had just begun to offer to call one of your friends when your words were cut short with a growl. “No, dammit! I only want you! Only you, ya hear me, y/n?”

A milky-white hand clamped firmly against his mouth was the only thing preventing Solomon from alerting Mammon to the fact that you were not the only human hearing him at that moment, and that hand was getting dangerously close to not being enough to save the two of you. The thought of how Mammon would react upon finding the two of you out sent a shiver down your back. You could NOT let that happen.

Executive authority coursed through you as you turned off the speakerphone and brought it up to your ear instead; a curling lick of satisfaction in your chest was the only thing Solomon’s huff of discontent managed to elicit. “Okay, Mammon, I’m on my way.”

A pleased groan answered your words, followed by a click. You blinked a few times, waiting to no avail for anything else— he had hung up on you. Although you’re not quite sure what you expected (some thanks would have been nice) you couldn’t help but to notice how your body seemed to be thrumming with anticipation.

“Oh, you’re on your way, are you? You DO realize that if you go to help one of them you’ll have to help ALL of them, right? So are you stupid? Is that it?” the whirlwind that was Solomon accused, white brows furrowed in total scorn. “And here I was, thinking that you were a creature of intelligence. Oh, how it pains me to be wrong.”

Already on your feet, you pocketed your phone and smoothed out your clothes, ready to head to the House of Lamentation at any moment. After concluding that you were presentable enough to go have a demon rip your clothes off your body— a matter that you had grown incredibly serious about in a somewhat suspiciously short amount of time, as if the thought of being ravaged by the brothers had crossed your mind before— you turned to address the snarky sorcerer in the room. “You heard him, Solomon. He’s in serious pain right now, and he wasn’t going to accept anyone else’s help getting through it.”

“That’s a bullshit excuse and you know it,” he said in exasperation. “He’s a DEMON. He’d say whatever he needed to in order to get you there!”

Arguing with him was clearly going to get you nowhere. Instead, you stared down Solomon, daring him to continue trying to change your mind. It was a battle of the minds, and luckily for you, you happened to be one of the most bull-headed humans to ever grace the earth. After what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, Solomon relented with a burdened groan.

“Fine, just let me cast a spell on you so you aren’t impregnated and obliterated, for the love of God.” His eyes searched yours imploringly. If you didn’t know any better you’d almost think that he was worried about you, but that would be a ridiculous idea. Still, you agreed, to which he let out a breath of relief.

Without wasting any time he crossed the room and took your hands in his own. Low mutterings in a language you didn’t recognize left his mouth, so you focused on the feeling of his hands; they were surprisingly soft and a bit bigger than you had previously thought.

A faint warmth and a corresponding tingling sensation started at your fingertips and soon encased your entire body, the tingling somehow reassuring as it raised goosebumps to the surface of your skin. Your eyes flitted up to Solomon’s questioningly, only for them to widen in shock— his eyes had gone entirely white and were glowing. Just as you were about to admit that his magic was actually pretty cool, it stopped.

The warmth and tingling disappeared, and Solomon’s eyes blinked back to normal. The only effect of the magic that you could feel was a particular humming sensation in your lower abdomen. That, and you felt like you could take on Diavolo himself and win, but that wasn’t a new feeling; an uncommon one, sure, but definitely not new.

Satisfied with his work, Solomon staggered a few steps backward before flopping onto his bed. “You should be good to go.” He propped himself up on his elbows, fixing you with a squinted stare. “You’re lucky I enjoy our banter, y/n. Can’t let you go and get yourself fucked to death, now can I?”

“God, don’t phrase it like that,” you said in a strangled voice, to which Solomon cackled and dropped onto his back once again. Just when you thought the two of you might have grown closer, he had to go and say something as mortifying as that. With renewed vigor, you scurry out of the room.

Solomon’s silvery voice echoed through the open door behind you. “Like what, the truth?”

He just managed to catch your snort before you walked out of earshot, leaving the sorcerer sprawled out on his bed, his chest heaving in deep breaths of air. The spell he had cast on you had taken quite a bit out of him. Now, he struggled to even keep his eyes open as waves of sleep crashed over him.

Would it normally take this much energy to prepare a human body for a demon rut? He supposed not, although it wasn’t exactly something he did except on the rare occasion, but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you wouldn’t just be dealing with one demon. There was something else, too. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Ah, well, it was sure to come to him after he had rested up again. The comforting blanket of sleep settled over him, as well as his own blankets after he slipped under their covers. Right before he entered dreamland, the vision of a glowing pact mark appeared in his mind. His eyebrows knitted together; was this a premonition?

However, the mark was soon swallowed up by the foggy mist of his mind, and Solomon drifted off to sleep. 

x x x x x

Never before had you gotten to the House of Lamentation faster than you did today. Just going home wasn’t nearly the same level of motivation as going to get some demon dick, so you hauled ass in record time, weaving in and out of random pedestrians you encountered that were walking the paths around the Devildom. Your friends really were right: you had no hope of making it into heaven. The worst part is, they had no clue whatsoever how true that statement was.

You came to a halt in front of the dorm you had recently come to call home, your hands on your knees as you struggled to regain your breath. It took everything you had not to just collapse into a weary heap on the front steps, but the promise of what was to come was enough to keep you going. Instead, you took a minute to steady your breathing before climbing the steps and slipping into the house. Technically, Lucifer had forbidden you from coming home, so it would probably be best to not alert him to your unwanted presence.

Thankfully, you had plenty of practice tip-toeing around from all of the times you’d snuck out with Asmo to go clubbing. Lucifer would never know you were there.

As you snuck past the kitchen toward the hallway of bedrooms, the sound of the tap turning on freeze you in your tracks. With your heart in your throat, you slowly twisted your head toward the direction of the sound, hoping from the bottom of your sin-stained heart that the person responsible wasn’t who you thought it was.

There, his bare back hunched over the sink with a glass of water clenched tightly in his degloved hand, stood Lucifer. Although the mere presence of the man had you rattled, what he was wearing— or rather, what he WASN’T wearing— made you even more so. He had donned a pair of baggy grey sweatpants that rested low on his hips and had lost the rest, leaving little to be imagined. Little to be imagined of HIM, that is— the sight sparked plenty of thoughts on your part. 

The temptation to slink away to Mammon before you were discovered was great, but the temptation of marveling this new side of Lucifer was greater; you steeled yourself and moved toward him.

His rut seemed to have taken quite the toll on him already, as his usually well-kept hair was now disheveled and somewhat damp as if he had just recently gotten out of the shower. A shiver ran down your spine as the image of Lucifer in his shower was plastered to the forefront of your mind. With much thanks to your abysmally short attention span, the thought was easily discarded when you noticed that his muscles rippled along his back with each movement he took: emptying his glass; placing it back down on the counter; pushing his hair back.

Even as he turned around and realized someone had joined him in the kitchen, you couldn’t find it in yourself to run for cover. Maybe you’d screwed up your survival instincts at some point?

“y/n?” Lucifer croaked, his gaze predatory as it raked down your form. Something akin to a harrowed smirk cracked across his face when you shivered at the intensity radiating off of him, yet it was soon replaced with a pained grimace. His hands clenched the edge of the counter behind him so tightly that his knuckles were white as he ripped his gaze away from you. “I believe I explicitly told you not to return here until you received further instruction. You disobeyed me.”

You’d be lying if you said that the commanding growl in his words didn’t turn you on. Hell, if anyone told YOU that you’d just laugh in their face because damn if that wasn’t the sexiest thing you’d ever heard. Not to mention the electrifying effect it had on your body; it was as if every fiber of your being was on edge right now, acutely aware of every single thing that Lucifer said or did.

You found yourself longing to press your body up onto his, to entangle your hands in his already messy hair and mesh your lips together while you hook one of your legs around his waist to keep him close as he slams you up against the counter—

The purposeful clearing of his throat snapped you out of your imagination. It’s odd for you to have become so withdrawn from reality, but you just chalked it up to it being a side effect from whatever spell Solomon had cast on you. Anyway, Lucifer had asked you a question, and while it may not have been the smartest decision in the long run, you were in no mental state to be pulling lies out of your ass. “Mammon asked me to come over and help him.”

“Oh really? So you’ve discovered our dirty little secret, but still came?” he hummed in thought, more to himself than to you. Some switch must have flipped in him as he had gone from very obviously holding himself back to slowly stalking toward you with a wolfish glint in his eyes. It was at that moment that your survival instincts kicked in and you took two small steps back for every one Lucifer took forward. Sadly, you seemed to have walked further into the kitchen than you had originally thought you did and soon found yourself pressed along the center table with nowhere else to run from the demon in front of you.

A pink tongue darted out from his mouth, wetting the bottom lip that it dragged along. Lucifer had you right where he wanted you. It took a total of three steps for him to close the gap between you two, his arms resting on either side of you to cage you in. Desire flickered in his half-lidded eyes as he stared you down. “Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for you to be here?”

You hummed in response, too fixated on how alluring his slightly-parted, flushed lips looked. Due to your intense focus on said lips, you didn’t miss how the corners of his mouth quirked up before he leaned forward and out of your sight. Your breath caught in your throat as his heated breath fanned out across your neck while he spoke. “You’re lucky that you ran into myself and not one of my brothers. Unlike them,” his hips met yours and instantly began to slowly roll, “I can control myself.”

The hardness of his length and the waver in his tone seemed to suggest otherwise. 

A devious thought pushed itself to the forefront of your mind, one that you were all too willing to go along with. One of your hands ghosted down his chest, your nails lightly scratching his pale skin while the other snaked upward and caressed his cheek. Lucifer shuddered into your touch and bit back a quiet groan, his hips grinding against yours with a tad more urgency.

“What happened to being able to control yourself?” you asked breathily. With any luck, you’d be able to get his self-control to snap and he’d take you right then and there. Your thighs tensed slightly as heat shot to your core at the thought.

Then he pulled away and your entire mastermind plan came crashing down.

Lucifer stumbled backward, fingers pinching his nose tightly shut as he glared holes into the ground. Wait, do you smell or something? You could’ve sworn you had put deodorant on that morning. A discreet sniff of yourself reassured you that you did not stink, so why the abrupt stop?

“I believe that you should find Mammon in your room.” He staggered backward with urgency; so much so that he would have clipped his side on the counter had you not warned him. Pink dusted his cheeks for a moment as he cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed from not noticing the counter. Your bemusement was cut short, however, when he fixed you with a piercing look that sent shivers down your back. “I expect to see you in my room once you are finished.”

Unable to stop yourself, you quipped back, “I’ll think about it.”

“By all means, do,” he purred, red eyes narrowing into seductive slits. Even as he backed out of the room, sweat beads beginning to glisten on his forehead, he somehow still made you want to do nothing more than hand yourself over to him completely. “But let me assure you that the actual thing will be so much more enjoyable than whatever you end up imagining.”

With that, he was gone, and you were left with nothing but yourself and your newfound neediness. You had half a mind to chase after the first-born, but the other half of your mind was insisting that you go to Mammon, as he was the one who had called you in the first place. With a small sigh, you headed off down the hallway toward your room. It was a short walk, as per usual, but the anticipation that had once again began to swirl in your stomach lengthened it a good bit.

What, exactly, did helping a demon through their rut entail? You assumed that they needed help finishing, but was that it? Of course, you’d help the brothers out with anything, ESPECIALLY if they were in pain because of it, but it was a little unnerving not knowing exactly what you had gotten yourself into. Thank God that Solomon had been there to help cast a spell on you (which you still had no clue what it did, but you trusted him enough to believe that you’d be fine) because, now that you’ve had some more time to think about it, there was no way you’d be able to walk away from this little excursion of yours unscathed.

You hesitated outside of your partially opened door for just a moment before stepping inside and locking the door behind you. As you turned around to once again face the rest of your room, quiet huffing and groaning alerted you of the demon in the room with you.

The sight that blessed your eyes ignited a white-hot fire in your core.

Mammon was sprawled out buck-naked on your bed, your sheets and comforter rumpled enough to lead you to assume that he had been wriggling around on them for a while. As a surprise to no one, your eyes immediately zeroed in on his hand— namely, how said hand was loosely wrapped around his length and lightly jerking it. His caramel skin glistened under a sheen layer of sweat from his exertions, and his head was tipped back against your pillow as he chased a semblance of relief.

You mindlessly take a few steps toward the sight. Had he not noticed you were in the room yet? Considering how tightly his eyes were screwed shut and how his breathing was getting progressively louder, it wasn’t impossible.

“Mammon?” you called out hesitantly, unsure if you should be interrupting or not. Although, he had called you specifically to help him with this exact thing, so maybe you were worrying about nothing.

His eyes snapped wide open the moment his name came out of your mouth; he really hadn’t heard you enter then. A shuddering inhale shook his form for a moment before he pushed himself up to a seated position and said in disbelief, “You really came.”

As if you could ignore his phone call. You rolled your eyes as you finished closing the gap between the two of you, your hands lifting to cup Mammon’s warm cheeks. “I said I would, didn’t I?” Unintelligible mumbling followed that you silenced by pressing your thumb against his lips. “What do you want me to do?”

Without a word, Mammon’s hands gripped your waist and guided you onto his lap, your knees on either side of him. His hot mouth instantly found your neck, the feeling of his hasty kisses and the occasional nip stealing your breath away. Not staying in one place too long, the kisses quickly trailed their way down toward your collarbone, only for the fabric of your shirt to get in the way. Aside from his annoyed grumbling, Mammon didn’t make any comments about it and simply tugged at your shirt, wordlessly asking you to take it off.

Of course you complied (because why would you not?) and freed yourself from the now-restrictive fabric. No sooner had you wriggled out of your top than had Mammon’s hands begun to roam all over your body, almost as if he was attempting to commit your form to memory. 

Everywhere his hands went brought a tingling sensation to your skin. Eventually, one dipped low enough to fiddle with the band of your shorts, although it didn’t go any farther than that. As great as the makeout session was, a growing firmness pressing along the inside of your thigh and the unsteadiness of his touch reminded you of exactly why you were called in the first place.

“Mammon,” you tried, but your words fell on deaf ears as Mammon was too lost in the feeling and taste and touch of you to even register that you had spoken. Fog rolled across your mind as he found a particularly sensitive spot and capitalized on it, teeth gently scraping against the skin which was immediately followed by a soothing swipe of his tongue. Still, you found it somewhere within you to try again. “Mammon, wait.”

“Hm?” His lips buzzed pleasantly against your neck, eyes turning up toward your own.

Your stomach flipped at the sheer want pooling in their golden ichor. “I’m here to help you with your rut, but right now I feel more like we’re focusing on me.”

“Of course I’m focusin’ on you,” he harrumphed, a look of embarrassment shading his features. “You’re a human! There’s no way you’d be able to jump right on in without gettin’ hurt, so I’m… I’m tryin’ to warm you up a bit.”

You chuckled, running a hand through his hair reassuringly. “That’s awful sweet of you, babe, but I’m seriously fine. Solomon hooked me up with some magic before I came over, so I’m all set.”

His grip on your hips tightened at the mention of the sorcerer, but he didn’t say anything about it. Instead, his hands jumped from your hips to your shoulders, flipping you onto the bed with Mammon positioned between your legs. You’d never noticed it before, but his canines were slightly more pointed than a human’s; they’re all you focused on when a smirk crept onto his features. “You should’ve said somethin’ sooner.”

If before had been the warm-up, then the main event was the warm-up times ten. Your mouths crashed together, and you found yourself fighting to stay caught up with Mammon’s urgent pace. The bed creaked underneath the two of you as Mammon rushed to get the rest of your clothes off. It was impressive how he managed to slide off your shorts without breaking away from you, but you weren’t allowed to dwell on that thought for very long at all.

“You’re sure about this?” His breathless question warmed your heart. Even now, as his legs trembled with the discomfort he was surely in and his gaze grew hazy, he had the decency to make sure that you were sure. You hadn’t faltered from your original commitment once, but now you were certain you had made the right choice.

A cheeky grin split across your face. “I’ve never been more sure about something in my life.”

No sooner had you gotten the words out than had Mammon’s cock shoved its way through your entrance, his hips pressing flush against your own. The burning feeling of your walls stretching to take him in so suddenly proved too much to handle, your body arching into his own as a gasping whine tore from your lips.

For a moment— just a moment— he stilled, allowing you to adjust to his size. One of his hands hooked underneath your knee and pulled it closer to your side so he could get a better angle. A shot of pleasure ran through you as the repositioning briefly caused your muscles clenched around him. Seeing the shudder rack your form, Mammon rolled his hips into yours. Your head tipped back at the feeling of his swollen length dragging against your walls, and he wasted no time in leaving blossoms of orchid and rouge along the now-exposed column of your neck.

As your eyes rolled back at the feeling, you missed how he shifted above you, gripping the head of your headboard with his other hand for support. You didn’t miss how his hips pulled back and thrust up into you, nor did you miss how each thrust following that was just as strong.

Unrestrained sounds fell from your open mouth as Mammon launched into an aggressive pace that left you scrabbling for purchase on his shoulders or back so you wouldn’t hit your headboard. The moment your hands bumped into something protruding from his back, your eyes flew open to search for what exactly you had just touched. 

At some point, Mammon must have shifted to his demon form, as his wings were currently curling over the two of you almost like some sort of shield. Your legs squeezed together at the sight, allowing Mammon’s next thrusts to find your g-spot. 

“Fuck, Ma-Mammon,” you cursed, the demon on top of you growling lowly as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned before pressing a firm kiss along your jaw. “You’re doin’ so good for me, y/n.”

You answered with a keening moan, as you were sure that you wouldn’t be able to articulate any more actual words— not while Mammon kept plowing into you at this speed, anyway. Tension coiled tightly in your abdomen, each thrust drawing you closer and closer to your peak. You couldn’t tell how close Mammon was, but with as ragged as his panting was growing, you assumed he wasn’t all that far behind you.

With every passing moment, your body grew more and more flush with heat and your moans increased in volume, which Mammon encouraged with more whispered praise. One particularly strong smack of his hips against yours triggered the release of a loud whine from your throat, and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to last much longer. “Just like that, sweetheart.” His lips brushed tantalizingly against your ear, making sure that you heard him over yourself. “Let ‘em all know who’s makin’ you feel this good.”

A few more solid thrusts were all it took to make you unravel, your toes curling and your body arching into Mammon at the utter bliss engulfing you entirely. 

“Mammon!” you wailed, all other words escaping you as stars danced behind your eyes. Your walls clenching down on him pushed Mammon over the edge as well, his hips stuttering before pressing as deep inside of you as he could, release spilling into your throbbing core. A groan tumbled from his lips as his teeth sunk into the crook of your neck, the sharp stinging drawing a soft whine from yourself.

After a few moments of deepening his mark, Mammon flopped onto his back and rolled you on top of him, his arms wrapping tightly around your body to gently hold you against him. The bliss from orgasming was now wearing off and was being replaced with exhaustion. Tension seeped out of you in waves as you relaxed against Mammon’s heaving chest, his skin cool against your warm cheek.

Laughter soon met your ears, and the shaking body beneath you made it pretty obvious who it was coming from. Drowsily, you pushed yourself up to a sitting position and let Mammon slip himself out of you while you threw an inquisitive look his way. The eyes that met your own were no longer ones of a demon in rut, but ones filled with total admiration. “What are you laughing about?”

“You,” he answered simply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear while his other hand rested loosely on your bare hip.

Your heart fluttered at that, but you played it off with a small smile and a tiny slap against his chest. “Why are you being so cheesy?”

He said nothing, only answering with another laugh as he leaned forward to pepper your face with soft kisses. His laughter turned out to be infectious as you, too, began to laugh, leaving the two of you giggling into each others’ mouths before he pulled away, resting his forehead against your own. “I’m just so happy you actually came, y/n.”

“Me too, I was starting to get worried there for a bit,” you snarked, the teasing lilt evident in your tone. Mammon scoffed at playfully rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as the corner of his mouth tugged up in a smirk. 

“Sure fooled me. You sure sounded like you were enjoying yourself.” Now it was your turn to fake being offended; you gasped indignantly before turning your head away in a fake pout.

“With this much disrespect, maybe I’ll just show myself out.” 

“Woah there, let’s not be too hasty.” A thumb and forefinger grip your chin and turn your head back toward Mammon, who had a peculiar twinkle in his eye. It was something warm and knowing and light, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it. The odd look didn’t leave when he pulled you against his chest for what felt like the hundredth time that day, nor did it leave when you tangled yourselves up in the other while you cuddled, just taking time to soak the other in.

Eventually, Mammon gave himself over to sleep, his light snores rumbling softly against the side of your neck as he unconsciously wriggled himself impossibly closer into you. You were just about to as well until two short sets of buzzes caught your attention.

Twisting around carefully in Mammon’s arms, you were just able to see your D.D.D. flicking off again after receiving the messages. Luckily, your shorts had ended up getting thrown onto your nightstand, so it wasn’t too much of a challenge to snag your D.D.D. from your back pocket without waking up the sleeping demon latched on to you.

Flicking it open, you saw that the messages had come from Levi.

come over please. I know your with mammon right now

I need help too y/n, please

You cast a glance over your shoulder at the said demon, guilt gnawing at your heart as memories resurfaced of how sweet he had been earlier; however, those memories were soon replaced with ones of Lucifer, disheveled and leaning into your touch, and of Solomon, warning you that you’d end up helping all of the brothers out. With a sigh, you tapped a quick reply to Levi that you were on your way and eased yourself out of Mammon’s arms.

As you got to your feet, you were surprised to find that you weren’t sore in the slightest, despite how rough Mammon had been. Solomon’s magic really was no joke. It didn’t take you long to slip back into your clothes (granted, you didn’t bother putting your bra and underwear back on because you’d just be taking them off again) and you soon found yourself staring down at Mammon.

You were still guilty about running off to go fuck his younger brother while he was sleeping, but at the same time, you’d feel even more guilty about only helping one brother and leaving the other six to deal with their ruts by themselves. Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment, you finally steel yourself and commit to your decision, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead before turning around and marching yourself straight out of your door. You don’t look back, because you know that if you do, the rest of the brothers would end up suffering through their ruts alone.

[amjustagirl]

Chapters: one. ~ two. ~ three. ~ four. ~ five. ~ six. ~ seven. ~ eight.

Wordcount: 2k

Summary: Being with Miya Atsumu is like chasing a storm - equal parts exhilaration and danger. After all, it’s impossible to tame a storm.

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‘Hello, Miya-san? Yes, please don’t worry, Shino-chan is fine, just that your husband hasn’t come to pick her up?’ the nervous childcare assistant murmurs her apologies as she hangs up, ready to dial Atsumu to chew him out for yet another display of his bloody lack of responsibility. But it’s no use because Atsumu’s number is engaged, and after five minutes, she gives it up as a lost cause and after a moment’s hesitation, dials the other number most used on her phone. 

‘Samu – I’m so sorry to trouble you, could you…? Yes – Atsumu forgot to pick her up again. I’m sorry – I’m at work so I can’t just step out… Thanks ‘Samu – I owe you again’. 

She sighs, leaning her head against the cubicle wall in her office toilet. Then she squares her shoulders before heading back to her cubicle, preparing to tackle the stack of work on her desk until office hours end.  

She picks Shino up from Onigiri Miya later that night, promising treats to her daughter to persuade her to give up her perch from Osamu’s neck. 

‘He’s an ass’, he tells her, voice heavy with sympathy, and she lets herself rest her head on his shoulder. 

‘Yes, you’ve told me that’, she responds with a tired smile. ‘Maybe I should’ve listened’. 

He pats her back, and she departs with Shino in hand.

A storm blows into the city from the sea, so she shutters the windows and locks the doors, but the house still shakes from the blitz of thunder and lightning. She rocks Shino to bed, and sings her to sleep amidst the gale wailing outside their walls. 

She can hear the jangle of keys and opens the front door to let Atsumu in. He ignores her baleful glare and shoulders his way in, dripping rainwater all over the floor. 

‘Well?’ she demands, hackles rising at his sullen silence. ‘Would you like to explain how you managed to forget to pick up your daughter from childcare today?’ 

‘It just slipped my mind, alright?!’, he replies, face arranged into a sneer, and with a few strides he’s already halfway to their room, back turned against her. ‘You don’t need to make a big fuss about everything all the time’, he says, his hand on the doorknob. 

‘Atsumu!’ she snaps, her fists clenched by her side. ‘Do you know how embarrassing it is for me to keep bothering Osamu to help clean up your messes? Could you dig deep and grow the fuck up so you can act like a decent husband and father for once? I wish I listened to Osamu when he warned me about you, even before we started going out’.

He whirls around and grabs her wrist in a painful grip, a blaze growing in his eyes. ‘All I ever hear from you these days is  Osamu this,  Osamu that. If goddamned Osamu is so fucking perfect, why didn’t you just marry him when you had the chance? It would’ve been easy enough to pass Shino off as his, aren’t I right?’ 

‘Maybe I should’ve - then I wouldn’t be in such a state’, she snarls, wrenching her wrist from his grasp. ‘But my fate was sealed the moment I was stupid enough to fall in love with you instead.’ 

He snorts through his nose, the sound bitter, twisted. ‘Well, the feeling ain’t mutual, darlin’. Who said I ever loved you?’ 

She reels back from the force of his words, the bruises on her wrist nothing  compared to those in her heart. His eyes widen in shock – but he does not take his words back. 

The rain turns the apartment freezing cold and she shudders, fighting the urge to shrink into herself, counting the seconds in the strained stillness between them before stepping tentatively towards him to cup his face in her hands. 

‘What’s with you, Atsumu?’ she asks, more gently this time. ‘This isn’t like you.’

Her words break his silence, and he sinks onto the couch with a groan, dropping his head in his hands. ‘I’ve been offered a chance to play in Italy for a year, and MSBY’s agreed to let me go for a season. I just haven’t told you yet’, he finally says, shoulders hunched. 

‘Are you going to accept it?’ She manages to ask, a lump of ice lodging itself at the back of her throat, choking the airflow to her lungs. 

He nods mutely, and a storm erupts in her heart.  

‘Gods, Atsumu. Does it mean nothing to you that you have a wife and child now? Couldn’t you have talked to me first before making such a move? You know I can’t just up and leave Japan with my job and Shino. Are you going to just get up and leave? What’s going to happen to us?’ 

‘I’m just tired of all of this, ok?’ He shouts, jumping to his feet, his tone sharp enough to pierce right through her heart. ‘We got married and had a kid so fuckin’ young, and there’s so much out there that I could be chasing that I wonder sometimes if all of this is a mistake’. 

‘You asked me to jump off a cliff. This is what you wanted, Atsumu, don’t you dare pin this on me!’ she screams back, not even bothering to staunch the bleeding from her multitude of wounds.  

He throws his head back and laughs, the sound drenched with bitterness and contempt. 

‘Osamu fuckin’ talked me into it – do you think I actually wanted all of this?’ he says, with a callousness she always knew he was capable of but never experienced first-hand. ‘I wish I'd never listened to him, I should’ve just stayed away. Then all of my problems – all of  this - would’ve never existed.’

His words finally strike the breath from her lungs, and she chokes, chilled to the bone, unable to speak as she watches him grab his bag and storm out of the house again. 

‘He’s not picking up my calls either’, Osamu tells her, when she drops by his store a day later. ‘I could hunt him down for you and beat some sense into his thick head’. 

‘Don’t bother’, she says, shaking her head. ‘He’ll resent me even more if you take my side again’. 

‘What are you going to do then?’ Osamu asks, the steam from freshly cooked rice rising between them. 

‘Come home’, her mother said when she called to break the news, her words ringing clear even over the cacophony of threats her older brothers make in the background about ‘slicing that bastard’s balls off with a knife’. She'd be lying if she said she weren't tempted by the promise of her family's support - her father had always taught her to run for the bamboo grove if there were ever an earthquake, to trust in the strength of the bamboo’s roots to hold the foundations of the earth in its place. But she’s built a career in the city, a life for her and Shino in a small apartment between buildings that seem to burst through the clouds in the sky, and she’s not sure she can walk away from all that just yet. 

‘I don’t know’, she says to Osamu. ‘I guess I’ll figure it out along the way’. 

Atsumu evades all of her attempts to talk through matters again, and a month later, he’s packed his bags, ready to get on a flight to Italy. He pauses to kiss Shino goodbye, and slips her two stuffed toys – a fox and a jackal, and she almost smiles at the sentimentality of it. Then he turns to her but does not look her in the eye. 

‘It’s ok to forget me as long as you remember that we have a child’, she says softly.   

He parts his lips to respond but decides against it, eyes hardening as he drops his set of house keys and his wedding ring on the countertop by the front door and storms off. 

She does not cry until Shino is safely tucked into bed, and she finds Atsumu’s old jacket, carelessly thrown in a heap at the back of the closet. She holds it close to her chest, breathing in the memories sewn into its seams, and lets herself finally break. 

‘Miya-san, I saw on the news that your husband is playing in Italy now. We’re all so surprised you didn’t go with him?’ Yuna-san asks in a too-loud voice, and she has to suppress a cringe when the rest of the office hyenas swoop in, hungry for a kill. 

‘We decided that I should stay in Japan to ensure Shino has some stability in her life’, she answers with a tight smile, the practiced statement she and Atsumu’s manager eventually agreed on spilling easily from her mouth. The ladies slink away, and she sighs in relief. 

Atsumu thankfully heeds her words and sends money and gifts to Shino, and even calls their little girl twice weekly, so she still manages to recognise her father - she’s grateful for that. 

He only responds to her texts once, when she messages him to let him know that Shino got admitted to the hospital for a high fever, but seemed to be responding well to treatment, and would be discharged the next day. He promised to pay the hospital bill, and said nothing more. She does not allow herself to be crushed by her disappointment and stops texting him after that. 

Osamu does his best to step in to fill Atsumu’s shoes in his absence, fetching Shino from childcare and letting her hang around his shop until she’s done with work. He spoils her with far too much affection and food, doling both out interchangeably, and his staff and customers treat the little girl like their mascot. 

‘Thank you for all of this’, she says one night, when Osamu insists on walking her and Shino home. ‘I’m sorry for making you clean up Atsumu’s mess.’ 

‘Don’t thank me. Sometimes I wonder if I should be blamed for stepping in to meddle with ‘Tsumu in the first place’ he responds with a strained laugh. 

‘Don’t be’, she responds, pressing a chaste kiss to Osamu’s cheek. ‘Your interference gave me Shino. I could never regret that’.  

But Osamu can never fully step into Atsumu’s place - they may look heartbreakingly similar but he is not her husband, a fact she’s painfully reminded of when they drive back to Hyogo to the Miya family home for Obon without Atsumu. She does her duty with her head held high and Shino strapped to her back, placing the offerings by the family graves, releasing lanterns down the lake to guide the Miya ancestral spirits back to the mortal realm, but the matriarch of the family sniffed her disapproval when Atsumu’s mother shakily informs her that he isn’t visiting this year. 

‘You’re his wife - what good are you for if you can’t even make your husband come back home’, the old lady snapped. 

She bent herself into a low bow to murmur a litany of apologies, shaking her head minutely at Osamu before he even tries to put his foot in his mouth in a misguided attempt to defend her - dear boy that he is, but he does not deserve the burden of his brother’s sins, and she will not let him go to battle for her when she can hold her own - until the old lady stalks off, only vaguely appeased. The smile on her face for the rest of the night is unflinching but she still cries herself to sleep because she hates herself for being so goddamned stupid  - it should have occurred to her that chasing Atsumu into the eye of the storm would leave her with nothing more than a ruined home and a broken heart. 

But when the morning dawns and the sunrise reflects its colours in her daughter’s eyes, she’s reminded afresh that she's a knife maker’s daughter, and her spine is forged with steel. So she hammers the pieces of her heart back together and does not let herself break again. 

The months pass and the pain recedes. It slowly becomes easier to breathe. 

[rosemary-scented-roads]

DIABOLIK LOVERS _____ Route [DARK PROLOGUE]

Tw: assault,murder

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Location: Sacred heart orphanage - office

FLASHBACK STARTS

*rustling*

??: "C'mon, c'mon. Where the hell is that stupid phone?? The old man better 've not pawned it."

*rustling*

??: "AHA! Gotcha! Thank God I found you or I'd be in deep shit right about now"

??: "Hmmm? 'Emily left a voice message'? Now that I think about it she said she had to run a bunch of errands for Seiji. Didn't think it take this long though."

*presses the play button*

Emily: "AAAAAAAHHHHH! NOOOOO! LEAVE ME ALONE! DONT TOUCH ME! HEEEELP!! HEEELP!!!"

???(male voice 1): "JUST SHUT UP! YOU'RE MAKING MY EARS BLEED!! If you decide to play nice we can both enjoy this~"

Emily: "FUCK YOU!! DON'T TOUCH ME!!

*kicking sounds*

*someone falls to the ground*

???(male voice 1): "FUCK!"

*rustle*

Emily: "FATHER PLEASE HELP! THIS MAN ISN'T - !! I'M AT-"

*swoosh*

???( male voice 2): "Ah~ ah~ ah~. You shouldn't do that. If we wanted more company we would've invited them ourselves don't you think?~

??? (male voice 3): "Are you two done fucking around? IM TRYING TO SLEEP!!”

*crash*

Emily:”Kyah!”

???( male voice 2): “Sorry~. We were just having so much fun that I forgot how loud we can get~.”

??? (male voice 3): "SHUT UP! Can you ever say anything not disgusting??”

???( male voice 2): “Now, now. No need to be so bashful. I know how you act when you're all alo-”

*sound of running*

???( male voice 2): “ Uh oh. There she goes. Quite the fast one too.”

???(male voice 1): "Not fast enough!”

*woosh*

Emily:  “NOOOO. LET GO! LEAVE ME ALONE!”

???(male voice 1): "Yeah. Yeah. Heard you the first time. Now get your ass back here!”

*sounds of struggling*

???(male voice 1): "Just...fuckin...do...as...you're....TOLD!”

Emily:  “NO!”

???(male voice 4): ".....annoying. All of you.”

*CRACK*

*THUD*

???(male voice 1): “Damn. Cold blooded even for you.”

???(male voice 4): "Shut up. You've ruined the entire piece with your screaming. I'm going to bed.”

???(male voice 5): "Why am I not surprised? You make a mess and then refuse to clean after yourself. What a disgrace.”

???(male voice 4): "I shut it up. You can deal with the rest.”

???(male voice 5): "....haaah.”

*sounds of footsteps leaving*

???(male voice 6): "What do you think Teddy?....Right. She's not the ugliest one. Might as well add her to the collection.”

???(male voice 1): “Yeah? Well better wait your DAMN turn. I saw her first”

???( male voice 2): “You two have fun~. Its really not the same when they're like that. Oh and almost forgot-”

*CRACK*

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

??: “...”

??: ”What the fuck was that? Emily? A shitty joke?”

*dialing*

[the number you are trying to reach is unavailable]

*dialing*

[the number you are trying to reach is unavailable]

*dialing*

[the number you are trying to reach is unavailable]

??: “Come on. Come on-”

???: “And what do you think you're doing?”

??: “!!!. Oh, Seiji good timing. Listen, something bad happened to Emily and I'm trying to reach her phone but-”

Seiji: “I thought I told you you're grounded.”

??: “I mean yeah but I think were past th-”

Seiji: “And yet knowing what that means you broke into MY office to retrieve the phone.”

??: “I mean yeah but LISTEN-”

*SMACK*

??: “...”

Seiji: “ The phone.”

??: “...”

Seiji:”Morana. Give me the phone.”

Morana: “....here.”

Seiji: “Good. Now that you've calmed down you can go help sister Lumine clean the church. Consider it an add on to your punishment.”

Morana: “...”

Seiji: “ Oh and if I hear from her that you've disappeared, even for a second, you can say goodbye to your dinners for the rest of the week. Do I make myself clear?”

Morana:”...yes, sir” 

*Morana leaves the room*

Seiji: “......shit.”

*TIMESKIP*

Location: Sacred heart orphanage- bedroom

???: “Ok, so let me get this straight? YOU'RE telling me that like 6 guys kidnapped Emily and that one of them just casually ripped her head of with his bear hands?”

Morana: “ I mean when you say it like that, yeah it does sound a little stupid.”

???: “Oh no it sound super stupid but I don't expect much from you anyways.”

Morana: “ Ok, first of all, rude. And secondly, I'm telling you what I heard Luca. She was screaming like a maniac. And don't you dare go all ⟫ Oh maybe it's just a prank ⟪ cuz we both know she can't act for shit.”

Luca: “Ok, yeah, you got me there. I'm just saying maaaybe you hear it wrong? Maybe you're just going senile at a slightly younger age?”

Morana: “You're such an ass.”

Luca: “Anything for comedy. But, but I will say I'm super interested in the audio soooo why don't we-”

*bedroom window opens*

Morana: “Now? Break into the office again?”

Luca: “I mean he said no dinner if you don't help clean. I didn't hear anything about breaking and entering.”

Morana: “Yeah cuz one of them is an actual crime.”

Luca: “Alright, ms. Law, you've got me. So are we roof hopping or not?”

Morana: “ Oh, we are. I just wanted to have the final word.”

Luca: “High maintenance.”

Location: Sacred heart orphanage- rooftop

Luca:” Ok, so the nun smoking balcony is free. If we just go down there and open it were all good. Good thing you have such athletic, smart and handsome friends that know how to pick locks or you'd be a goner.”

Morana: “Nun smoking balcony?”

Luca: “What? Never seen a nun smoke?”

Morana: ”Didn't knew they had it in em”

Luca: “Lets just be happy that's where they draw the line. Lets go.” 

*TIMESKIP*

Location: Sacred heart orphanage - office

Morana: “haaah...haaa...oh my God you're so stupid! We could've been caught!”

Luca:” Ok, but hooow was I supposed to know it was unlocked the whole time? If you ask me that's a safety violation. Also, were her safe and sound so I consider everything a success.”

Morana: “Lets just find the stupid phone and leave.”

Luca: “Yeah, yeah.”

*rustling*

*TIMESKIP*

*rustling*

Luca: “ We've been searching for an hour and a half. Its not here!”

Morana: “It has to be! The old man isn't sleeping with it under his pillow. Just keep digging!”

Luca: “Ill end up of the other side of the planet at this pace.”

Morana: “Shut up!”

*rustling*

Luca: “I think I found something!”

Morana:” THANK YOU!”

Luca:” Its not the phone but...I think you should read this. I found it in the last drawer. Old fart really tried his best to lock it. Its just...not good”

Morana:” Let me se that. ⟫ It is with deep sadness that we announce the passing of Emilia Yung. She passed away peacefully surrounded by friends and loved ones at the Sacred Heart infirmary. The date of her funeral... ⟪ What the hell is this?!”

Luca:”Shhh. Not so loud.”

Morana: “Not so loud my ass! Have you heard what I've just read?! SHES DEAD!”

Luca:”...”

Morana: “Move! Im digging through that drawer till I find the answer.”

Morana:” Huh?? Why is she here too? Lu, Himari, Sara?? Why do they also have obituaries?? Aika was adopted 6 years ago. Why does it say DECESED??There are others names here too. Of the little ones?! They say the same thing just theres no date.”

Luca:” Maybe its in case of a tragedy?”

Morana: “....bullshit.”

Luca: “...”

Morana: “...“

Luca: “...”

Morana: “...“

Luca: “!!!”

Luca: “Heyyyy, how about you leave those to me and you continue searching for the phone?”

Morana:”.....why?”

Luca:”ummm...I just think we got off the rails and that we should focus on finding the evidence for Em?..he..he”

Morana:”You're really weirding me out. Why are you getting nervo-!!.....me??”

Luca:”Hey maybe I should-”

Morana: ”Shut up Hyuga and let me have it.”

Morana: “...“

Luca: “...so?”

Morana: “Tomorrow. According to this. I die tomorrow.“

Luca: “Or...hear me out. You get the hell away from here and never come back.”

Morana: “Luca...”

*multiple footsteps run down the hallway*

Luca: “!!!”

Morana: “!!!”

Luca: “OUT THE WINDOW! GO! GO!”

Location: Sacred heart orphanage- rooftop

Morana: “hhhaaah..haaah.”

Luca: “haa...Ok. So you jump down there next to the cross and the bells, there should be something like a fire escape. When you're safe on the ground go north west and at the edge of the chain fence there's a small hole you can crawl out of.” 

Morana:” What about you?”

Luca: “I'm gonna go back to my room, hide the dummy in my bed and pretend like this night never happened. Then in the morning we regroup. Find a phonebooth somewhere and in the morning, 09.00 AM call the nearest one to the house. ”

Morana: “What about the other girls? The little ones? We haven't sifted through all the papers. What if m not the only one??”

Luca: “Dammit Mor now's not the time for that! We survive the night then regroup and then plan! You got it?”

Morana: “But-”

Luca: “GOT IT?!”

Morana: “....yes”

Luca: “Good.”

Morana: “....”

Luca: “....hey. To the edge of the universe and back.”

Morana:”To hell and back.”

*sounds of running*

FLASHBACK ENDS

Monologue

That was the last time we saw each other.

I followed everything he said that night down to the t,

but whoever decided that we should be separated made

sure it stayed that way.

If only I took those papers, 

if only I stashed the phone things might have ended better.

Or maybe, if I stayed at the orphanage, if I told everything to everyone

we could've stood a chance.

DARK 01

[asdfghjkl7things]

Someone messaged me for a Part 2, so here you go guys! Hope you like it too <3 @iis4d @choryczynormalny @saeranoppa

Angst Drabble - Part 2

tw: cursing hihi

It's been a month since that happened and it's been a month since you avoided him. A lot of people wondered what the hell happened to the both of you. People saw you and Iwaizumi as inseparable.. Why? because where ever he goes, you were there and where ever you go, he was there.

The both of you supported each other, always.. if Iwaizumi has a volleyball match, and as a former Ace of Seijoh, he's exceptionally famous and it means so many fans, right? But you always stood out as his #1 fan! Sometimes, if you were too busy studying, he definitely knows that you have a habit of skipping your meals and too stressed to even care, even though he's busy with the practices, he will always make sure to bring your favorite foods & that matcha frappucino from Starbucks.. Once in a while, there were times that Iwaizumi ends up cooking for your meal, with him eyeing you to finish it and that session always ended up with you being asleep beside him at your favorite couch inside your room.

So... What happened?

A rare night.. that same day where Iwaizumi knows he fucked up.

Issei Matsukawa, Takahiro Hanamaki and Hajime Iwaizumi were attending the same university in Tokyo. Toru Oikawa was still missing since he's in Argentina, pursuing his volleyball career.

Matsun and Maki ended up entering the bar together when Iwaizumi drunk called them. They saw how their friend mumbled some words that they didn't understand even a single word.

Maki muttered to no one "What a rare sight of.. Iwa.. getting drunk."

Iwaizumi's right side of his face fell flat at the table's surface and his eyes were closed while his left hand still holding a full glass of whiskey.

Matsun sighed and crossed his arms "Okay.. Spill it." He said as he sat beside him.

"Ifufhsiajjup."

Maki tilted his head and looked so confused "Huh? Wait.. what?"

"I-I'm so f-fucked up."

"Fucked up? Why?" Matsun replied out of curiosity while ordering a drink from the bartender.

Maki asked after he declined an offer from the bartender "Oii, what did you do?"

Iwaizumi got up and drank another shot of whiskey. He's way past his alcohol limit.. but.. what to do, right? He hurt you. He fucking hurt you. His gripped on the glass tightened "I- I t-told her I still love-"

Both, Maki and Matsun leaned closely towards their friend to hear him clearly since the sound is too loud for their liking.

"- Yui.."

"WHAAT?!!"

"W-wa-wait.. You told Y/n that you still love your bitchy ex-girlfriend?! That ex-girlfriend who fucking cheated on you?! Bro! Y/n's your close friend! You told us that you are not interested about friends to lovers kind of shit but you still courted her because you love her, right?! W-wait.. Ugh.. I need a fuckin' drink." Maki exclaimed. Suddenly, he called the bartender to gave him a drink. This is too much for them. They know how that girl damaged Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi needed it. He needed someone to snapped him out of it. What Maki told him was the truth.. but.. why did it end up this way?

Matsun sighed again. He has the most sound mind compared to the other 3 and seeing Maki still surprised by the revelation, He asked carefully "Why did you do that? What happened, really?"

Iwaizumi refilled his glass and started to sip it little by little.

"Oi, do you think it's too much already? Stop drinking." Maki said

His friend shook his head "I- I needed this."

"Alcohol is not a solution, bud."

Iwaizumi looked so lifeless while swirling his drink slowly "You guys knew.. Y-yui's my first love, right?"

Matsun almost choke while drinking "Correction. 'Was'.."

"Y/n starting getting jealous and over protective to me when Yui came back. She-"

Maki bursted out "Of course! Who wouldn't be?! That was your ex-girlfriend! That cheater-"

Matsun sighed for the nth time "Maki, please.. just let Hajime finish his story first."

"and you guys definitely knew that I don't like being prisoned in a relationship.. It goes for.. I think 2 months.. I wanted to talked to her about it. I was about to go to the playground near their house and I s-saw them talking. I- I kind of worked up when I saw Y/n pushed Yui and it ended up a mild wrist sprain."

Maki was about to burst again when Iwaizumi said something..

"E-every word I said to her.. I fucking regretted it.. I wanted to make it up to her.. I-" Iwaizumi got choked up.

"I wanted to say that I still love her.. I didn't even let her explain-"

"You did not let her explain?! What kind of boyfriend are you?! You asshole!" Maki started to become enraged.

"Maki.." Matsun massaged his temple. Where is Oikawa when you needed him. Drunk Iwa and Maki who got worked up is a bad combination.

You cried your heart out that night. Why! Why! Why!

What is with her that I don't have? Am I just a rebound? For how long did Hajime hide it from me?

For a first time after what happened, you tried not to look for him, answer his calls and messages.. for short, you planned to avoid him at all cost and it went on for a month.

Some of your friends even asked you about what happened but even though he hurt you, you did not disclose.

You always replied "Had a fight."

They didn't believe you for a second since they know how Iwaizumi will pursue you even if it's a slight disagreement. Nevertheless, they still comforted you.

"Hey, Y/n. Iwaizumi-san is-"

"I'm busy"

"Bu-"

Well, that kind of converstion always occur whenever Iwaizumi tried to talk to you.

It was now 2 months since that happened. The volleyball club had a practice since they have an incoming match this weekend.

Maki and Matsun observed their friend who's not playing well. He looked so tired and what not.

Iwaizumi groaned when his spike was out.

They know how affected Iwaizumi is.

After their practice, Iwaizumi had a frown on his face. This is not his best day. Almost all of his spike and serve were out.

He did not even spare a glance to his friends.

You totally forgot to grocery shop since you were so preoccupied by your studies so you decided to go to the convenience store.

You were in your cute pyjamas while walking towards the store. You like reading the 'Nutrition Facts' labeled at the back of the food/drink that you wanted to buy but you were not in the mood to cook for yourself so you picked up 2 tuna onigiri. You went to the refreshments section to get a bottle of milk but both hands tried to picked it up.

"Sorry-"

"So-"

You tensed up. That voice.. Ha-hajime..

"Y-you can get it." You muttered a bit fast so you can get out of this situation.

"W-wait! Y/n!"

You paid for the onigiri and walked fast to avoid him.

While walking home, you can feel the coldness of the air but did not mind any of it since your mind is always telling you to 'run'.

You flinched when you felt his hands wrapping around your arms to stop you.

"Y/n.. please.." His voice croaked.

You can feel your breath hitched. You're not ready yet to face him.

You are afraid.

You slowly turned around and you felt your heart breaking. You miss him so much that you want to hug him so tight into your embrace.

"At last.. I can see your face up close.." Iwaizumi softly smiled.

You're still not ready to look into his eyes because the truth? You are afraid to break down infront of him. You took a deep breath to look at him and you saw how much he longed for you through his eyes.

He took a step towards you and stroke your cheeks softly. His eyes glistened "I- I'm so s-sorry."

You were about to say something when he pulled you into a hug. Your eyes widened when you felt your top getting wet. He is crying and it's a first time..

"I- I'm so sorry.. I d- did not mean to hurt you.. p-please. It- It's my fault.." Iwaizumi sobbed.

You pulled back from the hug and took a step back. Iwaizumi can feel his heart ache. So near yet so far..

You tried to hold your tears "B-but.. you told me you still love her.. A-am I just your rebound?" You finally broke down.

"N-no!"

"Then w-why? Y-you left me that day for her. You didn't even let me explain-" You wiped your tears away..

Iwaizumi was about approach you again but everytime he step forward, you took a step backward..

He exhaled shakily "I.. I felt.. strangled up when Yui c-came back.. You were overly jealous in such a small thing. I-it feels like you don't trust me e-enough. I wanted to talk you that day and then I- I saw you pushed her away-"

"You want to know why I'm j-jealous?.." You gulped trying to find your voice.

"Everyday since she came back, she always told me that y-you still love her.. She w-wants you back, H-hajime and I can't let you go to her since I saw how she hurt you back then.. t-that's how much I l-love you.. but you still went to her.."

"Babe-"

You chuckled a little while wiping your tears away "b-but.. wh-what am I compared to your first love, right?"

Iwaizumi pulled you to his arms and hugged you so tight "I'm.. so so sorry.. I didn't m-mean to hurt you.."

You keep on sobbing when you kept on remembering about what happened that day. It's like it happened yesterday..

He gazed at you lovingly while wiping your tears "I-I realized something that day.. I thought a part of me still wanted her but no.. She wanted me, yes.. but I want you, not her. You are my present and my future, Y/n."

Your face reddened at his sudden confession. Lots of butterflies dancing around your stomach. Your heart doing crazy flip flops.

He kissed your forehead. Forehead kisses by Hajime is the best.

He leaned his forehead towards yours "P-please.. forgive me.. Please.. give me a chance to prove it to you more.."

Iwaizumi eyed your soft lips that he misses. He tilted his head to the right a bit "I love you, Y/n."

He kissed your lips and you stood there frozen, still your bearings are not yet functional, from his sudden confession to kiss..

He smiled, his smile that made you fall for him more, as he pulled away slightly but you snaked your arm around his neck and kissed him.

"I love you too, Hajime.."

You jumped as they won the volleyball match. 2 - 1.

You excitedly ran towards your boyfriend and hugged him "Congrats, Babe!! You're so awesoome!"

Iwaizumi chuckled and kissed your cheeks "Thanks, Babe!"

Since the confrontation, both of you were now showy when it comes to pda in public.. but not too much.. and your relationship blossomed..

Matsun smiled "So.. they're back together. No more drunk ass Iwa."

You hugged Matsun and Maki "Congrats to the both of you too!"

Maki ruffled your hair "Thanks, Y/n."

You nudged his side softly "Maki, I heard you beat the crap out of Hajime."

Matsun spit his water "Iwa told you?"

You nodded but smirked afterwards "Feel free to beat him if he tried to become an asshole again."

Maki and Matsun winked at you "You got us!"

"Hey!!!"

[danganronpa-oneshots-headcannons]

Hi! Can I request some headcanons for a S/O who really can't stand up for themselves, even though they really try? And for the characters, if it's okay, Fuyuhiko and Kaito!

☁︎︎~Of course my lovely! This took forever to write ahhhh! This is a very cute idea tho-🥺 Much love 💕//

☁︎︎~Fuyuhiko and Kaito with a S/O who can’t stand up for themselves!

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☁︎︎~Fuyuhiko

•You never were one to stand up for yourself.

•Even though you tried your hardest, you’d constantly fail.

•How you ended up with the infamous Yakuza is beyond me.

•Well maybe..

•Fuyuhiko picked up on your confidence level when he first laid eyes on you.

•He wasn’t harsh when you two first talked.

•He was softer spoken and held back his aggressiveness.

•Finally he asked you out after some time.

•How could you say no?!

•The two of you started dating ever since then.

•Not gonna lie, probably keeps an eye and ear out for you whenever you two are at school.

•And by that, I mean he probably has Peko hiding on the sidelines making sure you are alright.

•For you, Peko be like- (ง'̀-'́)ง

•You think once the word got out that you were dating the high school ultimate Yakuza people would lay off you.

•Yeahhhh no.

•You were walking through the halls of Hopes Peak when I guess you could call the, ‘local bully’ had slammed you into the lockers.

•Just your luck, Peko wasn’t around to help you.

•Books flying everywhere, you landed on your knees as a shear sting of pain vibrated throughout your back.

•Looking down at you, he belted out a laugh.

•You almost broke Into tears right then and there.

•Quickly getting to your feet, you attempted to walk away from him only to be brought back to where you were.

•”Awh look at you! Your shaking like a leaf! Whatcha gonna do? Get your baby face criminal on me?!”

•He mocked, lowering to your height and sneering.

•”Well guess what baby, he ain’t shit.”

•forcibly grabbing your chin, what he didn’t expect from you was to spit at him.

•”He’s more of a man then you’ll ever be. At least he has some common curtesy unlike you.”

•Taking his free hand, he quickly wiped away the saliva before looking back at you.

•The confidence left your eyes as it was replaced with fear.

•”Your going to pay for that bitch!”

•When you get home, Fuyuhiko is all over you.

•Brusies are visibly shown over you body as you shy away from him.

•”What’s the fucking name!”

•M a n i s p i s s e d -

•”No nevermind! I don’t need a name! I’ll fucking hunt them down and kill the bastard!”

•Peko is hanging her head In shame but also in anger.

•Who would ever hurt you?!

•Calming the small Yakuza down, he finally takes a breath and looks you in the eye.

•Tomorrow would definitely be different.

•”Just... don’t worry Y/N... this isn’t your fault.”

•Next day you wait around the corner in the back of the school.

•Peko and Fuyuhiko are hiding behind some bushes as they want for the enemy to appear.

•Sure enough there he comes.

•Books lazily shoved in his backpack as he plants his hands on his hips.

•”Look at my masterpiec! Did ya boyfriend get the message?! I’ve been waiting at my house for him that pussy!”

•Mocking you, he shook his head and laughed,

•”I knew it. He wasn’t going to do anything.. what a shame!”

•It was quiet for a moment before all hell broke loose.

•With a blink of an eye, Pekos sword is at his throat. Her red vibrant eyes piercing through his.

•Out walked Fuyuhiko, his hands rested in his pants pockets while his hat hung low.

•H looked up at him,

•”So your the motherfucker that marked my lover... heh. Some balls you got there.”

•The colour left his face as he looked down at Fuyuhiko.

•Moving his hat up, he sneered,

•”Next time I see anything on Y/N... your dead. You fuckin hear me?!”

•When he refused to speak, Peko pushed her blade further into his throat.

•”Y-Yes..”

•Nodding, Fuyuhiko pushed his hat back down,

•”Good. And I mean that you fuckin idiot.”

•Slinging a hand around your waist, he guided you away from the terrified teen.

•With a quick whistle, Peko lowered her sword and walked with the two of you.

•”You really scared him...”

•You muttered, lightly biting your lip.

•”I know. Maybe he’ll keep his mouth shut.”

•Smiling, you brushed your lips against his cheek.

•Lets just say the bully left you alone after that.

•Nor did he come back-

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☁︎︎~Kaito

•You always had bullies here and there but this one stood out.

•He was on the meaner side on the personality range and everyone could see that.

•He was constantly pressuring you, mocking you, telling you how wrong you were whenever you tried to give you opinion.

•I mean, what on earth were you doing wrong?!

•Each day you’d say goodmorning to your attacker In hopes to get a break from the constant harass.

•He didn’t even bat an eye at you.

•How badly you wanted to cuss him out but..

•You just didn’t know how to defend yourself even when you tried.

•Later on during that school year, you met Kaito Momota, the ultimate astronaut.

•He was definitely different then the rest.

•He was on the chirpier side and always kept peoples hopes up.

•However. He had a mouth on him and wasn’t afraid to use it.

•When you two met, you instantly bonded.

•He was always so nice to you, complimenting you, asking if you needed help with homework,

•It was a proven fact he liked you!

•Soon enough he had the courage to ask you out.

•Happily you acepted his confession.

•With that being said however, that didn’t stop him from bugging you.

•He sat behind you during class one day.

•As one of the free times came around, he started tormenting you.

•”So, I heard your with that bozo there.. ain’t surprised that two numbskulls would get together.”

•Turning around, your lips pursed together.

•”He’s not a numbskull. He’s the kindest person I’ve known.”

•He scoffed,

•”Tch sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

•Finally, for the first time in forever, you had snapped back,

•”Mhm. That’s why people want to talk to Kaito more then you. No one wants to interact with a low life loser who finds fun in tormenting people.”

•You eyes widened at what you had just said.

•Did you really say that?...

•Smirking, your bully licked his lower lip before taking his foot and kicking your chair into your desk.

•Your rib cage dived straight into the corner of your desk, quickly winding you.

•Struggling to breathe, that cursed voice rang in your ears,

•”Try that again. I dare you.”

•After school, you met up with Kaito.

•Forcing a smile, you gave him a quick kiss before taking his sleeve and guiding him away.

•”Y-Y/N? You alright babe?”

•When you were away from the school, you nearly burst into tears.

•Quickly catching this, he immediately embraced you,

•”Y/N?! What happened? Are you okay?!”

•Nodding, you finally pulled away and lifted your shirt.

•There was a dark bruise on your right side. Brown, green, purple, you named it. All the colours were there.

•The concern left his face as it was replaced with anger,

•”Holy shit Y/N! Who the hell did this?!”

•Kaito barely cussed. Even him saying a simple, ‘shit!’ Was surprising to you.

•Burrying your head into his chest, your arms wrapped around him tightly.

•You didn’t want to involve him but,

•What else were you going to do?

•”Just... meet me at lunch?”

•Kaito went to speak but quickly shut his mouth,

•”Of course! If that’s what you want then sure.”

•The next day you sat at an empty table at lunch.

•Not only did you wait for Kaito, but you waited for your tormenter as well.

•Sure enough in came the one man you despised.

•He looked over at you and scoffed before marching over to you.

•”Where’s your little boyfriend? I don’t see him. Then again, I wouldn’t expect a bum like him to come out here. Jeez. What an embarrass walking around the halls with a mistake like yourself.”

•Seeing a shadow sit behind him, your mouth carved into a smirk.

•”Look behind you.”

•Casually he looked behind him as the anger in his eyes disappeared.

•With one *BAM*

•He was out cold.

•Kaito watched him drop as his velvet eyes peered over to you.

•Placing his fist back at his side, he smiled,

•”Even his so called insults were weak!”

•Looking around the cafeteria, he sighed,

•”It won’t be long until I’m called to the office... if this... ‘thing’ tries anything again, give me a heads up.”

•Making sure to walk on the fingers of the unconscious boy, Kaito quickly pushed you out of the cafeteria.

•He was getting into trouble. Not you.

•The next morning in walked the boy.

•His whole left side was swollen as his fingers were in a homemade sprain. He didn’t look at you once in the eye.

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[random-imagines-blog]

King of the Wasteland {Tech Boy x Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 1745 Summary: Tech-Boy finds it hard to tell you how he feels. It’s a good thing you’re a master of communication. Notes: Language. It is Techboy after all.

Technology is meant to be cold. It’s meant to be used for your purposes and then upgraded, and then thrown away. It wasn’t supposed to develop any sort of feeling. It’s representation as one of the ‘New Gods’ wasn’t like the others, who things were sacrificed to in order to incite favor. It was just supposed to work. And so it did for many, many years. Doing the thing that it was just supposed to do - until Mr. World had come into play, and stirred things up. And you. You had been the last thing that the Technical Boy had expected to come into his life and shake it like James Bond’s martini.

One of the New Gods yourself, you were on the fence about the war, having friends on both sides. Tech-Boy had been sent to try to lure you over onto his side. The winning side, he had promised. And with that charming tongue, he enticed you and you moved from neutral onto the new side, but preferred the sidelines because all of this violence and taunting was not your style.

It was his, so he did it on behalf of both of you.

“Irrelevant, medieval,” He ranted as you sat on your couch, sipping at a glass of wine. He had been turned down again by one of the other Gods, and turned to you in order to bitch about it. You didn’t speak, knowing that it was much better to let him get it out of his system. Shadow Moon - Wednesday - Bilquis. He would talk about all of them while you listened. He didn’t need advice. He wouldn’t have welcomed it, not even from you. He knew best.

He managed to get most of it out of his system, and then collapsed next to you on the couch. He brought his vape out of his pocket, and took a puff. It exuded a smoke that smelled of watermelon. Your favorite. You lightly tapped against his knees in a morse code pattern, telling him that everything was going to be okay.

“What in the fuck are they doing to me? Sending me as their errand boy,” He said, leaning his head back, exposing his long neck. “If I didn’t have you, I’d fucking explode.��

That wasn’t altogether new, but it was an unexpected compliment from him.

“All I do is listen,” You said, making little circles over his knees now. Communication was your talent, your gift to the world - made more prevalent by the psychiatrists of the last century and a half who found new ways of doing it. Body language. Different types of love languages. You even worked with technology on many things - morse code, binary. Media was your sister in many ways, and combined you created social media. That was the thing about Gods - they could merge. They became many things over time. Developed new skills as humanity became more and more creative about what they wanted and what they needed. “You’re more skilled than you realize. You’ve brought me and others onto your side. You just need to ... find the right language.”

He looked over at you, and seemed to evaluate what working with you on this would bring him. And then he nodded, agreeing with you. He paced around the couch and then settled down beside you, pulling his bony knees up to sit cross-legged. Such a Tech-Boy thing to do. He had troubles sitting still. He always felt the need to evolve. To be better. Restlessness was his demon.

“I-” He started. You turned your head to look at him, eye to eye. Whatever he was going to say didn’t come out. He looked like he had lost his nerve. You tilted your head to the side, patiently waiting for him to continue with it. “I...”

He’d never lost his words like this before. Been interrupted and stopped speaking, sure. But when all was silent, he always managed to fill it, even if it wasn’t in the most eloquent way. He was probably about as elegant as a gigantic elephant, stomping around, but instead of loud footsteps, he had his foul language. Not your greatest achievement in language.

“I appreciate it,” He finally managed to say. You nodded, and finished off your glass of wine, setting the goblet onto the table, and stretched out, your legs going over his body. It was hardly the first time. In fact, you were the only person that he allowed to get so close like this. His arm settled on top of your leg, and he had his thinking expression on. There was always something going on behind those dark eyes of his. And it was rare that he stuttered like that. Below his dignity, you would have thought.

“You seem like you want to say something else,” You said, speaking aloud what you were picking up on. He was tense. He was stressed quite a bit, but rarely tense. Of course you were going to notice. And of course you were going to grow worried. “What is it?”

“Fuck,” He said, rubbing the space between his eyes, breaking off the contact. That alone told you something. It was something about you. He was having trouble saying it.

“Just say it, boy,” You said, nudging him in the stomach with your knee. He held your leg down now, so you wouldn’t be able to do it again. He was stronger than those little twig arms would have you believe.

“I really fucking hate it when you call me that,” He said, glaring at you then looked away quickly. You sighed, and started to massage your own neck.

“Well, we’re going to be joining the old Gods by the time that you finally say whatever it is,” You spoke a bit dramatically. But that was what it was going to take. He was worrying you. But if you showed that to him, he would just revoke whatever it was. He wouldn’t say it. He’d go on ranting so he would seem normal again.

“I never speak properly to you,” He said, like this was some sort of revelation.

“What do you mean?”

“All I do is talk about this fucking war, how annoying media is, how much I hate Shadow...”

“Well, yes, but those are big parts of your life, our lives right now,” You said, reaching over and putting a hand on his shoulder. “Though you do seem really focused on Shadow Moon for some reason. You would feel a lot better if you just left that to Mr. World. You aren’t the only soldier in his army, after all.”

“Fucking right I’m not,” He grumbled.

His hands started to rub at your leg. It didn’t seem like he knew that he was doing it. His fingers made any tension that you were holding under your skin disappear. You weren’t about to start complaining. You smiled lazily, and moaned through your nose, enjoying it. He kept his eyes on you, watching you. “I need to tell you something,” He said, emphasizing the word need. You nodded, and decided to wait patiently this time. Clearly the pressure of earlier hadn’t worked.

He started to look like a fish that had been taken out of water. Or like a child in a school choir who forgot the words and was miming singing. “A little to the left,” You whispered, and his hands moved of their own volition, getting the sweet spot.

The room was preternaturally quiet. You did not keep clocks around in your house, so there wasn’t even the sound of one ticking.

“I -” He started, but then failed again. “Why do you have to make communicating so fucking hard sometimes? Isn’t it your job to make it easy?”

“I’m not trying to make it hard for you,” You said, watching him struggle. It hurt you a bit to see him that way. “Is there any other way that you could tell me?”

“What do you think I’m fucking doing here?” He asked. You pursed your lips and looked over all that he was doing. You took in all of those visual cues to try to understand what he was getting at. When it hit you, it hit you fast and by surprise. You hadn’t been expecting this message, let alone for it to be so loud and clear.

“And yet you still cannot say it?” You teased. It might have been malicious, he certainly thought that it was, but he smirked and looked away from you, focusing his attentions on the table.

“I ... love wine., He picked up your abandoned glass. There were still a few drops, clinging onto the bottom. Not enough to swirl but he attempted it anyway. You laughed lightly,  and shook your head. Well, some people were better at other forms of commuication than others. Tech-Boys wasn’t verbal, as was becoming abundantly clear. But it was physical.

“Silly boy,” You said, moving in closer to him.

“Don’t fuckin-” He was going to complain about you calling him that once again, but you stopped him with a bit of physical communication of your own. A kiss, put on his lips from yours. It was enough to make him shut up for a moment. Right in the middle of a swear too, which was no small feat.

He kissed back with a hunger that had been growing in his stomach for weeks. It had started off with a small craving, like one that he got whenever he discovered a new drug out there. But then when he had tried to brush it off, wipe it out of his mind, focus on work, it grew and it grew. It became so large, that he didn’t even have the room to develop the words to make it happen. His body went on autopilot, doing the work for him.

There were sparks flying during this kiss - both literally and figuratively. Little bits of electricity shocked the skin of both of you, until it became almost too much to bear and you pulled away, giggling at all of these sensations.

“Are you always this premature, or am I just lucky?” You asked.

“You and your fucking teasing.”

“What can I say? It’s how I communicate.”

[wiypt-writes]

Riding High

Ch25: Keep it Simple

Chapter Summary: The events of Boston behind them, Frank, Fliss and Mary look forward to Christmas…and Frank has a big surprise planned. 

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut…NSFW and NO UNDER 18s!!!

Chapter Pairings:  Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

 A/N: So here it is, the last in the series Riding High. Thank you to everyone who has helped and re-blogged and commended in any way. Do not fear, Frank and Fliss will be back in the next instalment of their adventure Riding On

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Riding High Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 24

If you should ever leave me, thought life would still go on, believe me, the world could show nothing to me, so what good would living do me? God only knows what I’d be without you…

"Mary can you just hold on a second, please!" Frank sighed, grabbing the back of her coat to stop her shooting off into the crowd that streamed down the busy Manhattan sidewalk. "But Frank!" she turned and looked at him, her woollen hat jammed down over her ears "I just wanna see the stall!" "Yeah but you can't just run off!" He grumbled and beside him Fliss gave a chuckle. He turned to look at her "who gets so excited about damned wooden tree ornaments?" "Oh hush!" Fliss leaned up to give him a pack, her cold nose brushing his. In retaliation he pulled the front of her baby blue sparkly bobble hat down over her eye and she shoved him in the chest, laughing. "Fuck you!" "Chance would be a fine thing" he grumbled, taking Fliss’ hand as they headed after Mary. "Awww is that why you're grumpy?" Fliss grinned as they walked "Coz you haven't had any in nearly 3 days?" Frank pouted "No." "Liar..." "Ok, look...Frankie has needs..." he whined "I completely over looked the fact hanging out with an 8 year old in the room would be a cock block." "Always the shower..." Fliss teased and Frank snorted. "Yeah, right. Can you imagine? I give it 3 minutes before she came looking for us." "We go home tomorrow. I'll make it up to you then." Fliss grinned and he sighed. "What?" She laughed. "It’s just...you look so hot in all this winter clothing." Frank grinned. And he meant it. Seeing her wrapped up in a coat, hat and scarf had made her look all cute and cozy...and it had done inappropriate things to him for some odd reason. "Hmmm, you know most men get more turned on the less clothing their girls wear." She teased and he grinned. "Yeah, well, I'm not most men" She gave him a smile which he returned with a soft kiss as they stopped by the stall where Mary instantly dived into looking at the array of ornaments. After a few moments of looking she handed Frank one in the shape of a reindeer stag, and a doe for him and Fliss before selecting a robin for herself. "I think they're so pretty." She looked at the bird in her hand "I saw one at Evelyn's over thanks giving." "Ever heard the saying robins appear when loved ones are near?" Fliss asked. Mary shook her head. "No" "Well, I don't know about here but certainly in England we say it because there is an old belief by some people that a robin is a message from heaven, that a loved one is watching over you." "Do you believe that?" Mary looked at Fliss. Fliss hesitated "Well when my Dad's dad died I was 20 and I remember getting up the morning after he died and there was a robin on the fence of the back garden. Bill told me it was my granddad Alex come to check I was ok." "Do you think it was? Really I mean?" "I dunno sweetheart." Fliss sighed "I'd like it to be true..." "Then you should believe it was." Mary said, looking at her "Because isn't that what faith is? Believing something you want to be true?" Fliss looked at Frank who smiled and gave a small shake of his head. She turned back to Mary, smiling softly as she dropped a hand to the back of her head. This kid was unbelievably wise, but with such an innocence behind it all. "Yeah, I suppose it is." Fliss nodded. "Do you think the robin I saw could have been my mom?" She asked, her eyes wide. Frank at that point stepped in, carefully picking an answer that was ambiguous so as not to say yes, but also not dampening her spirits. "If your mom could I'm sure she would come and see you, make sure you're ok." Mary gave a nod, before she turned back to the stall, her attention back on the ornaments. "We need a dog for Thor, and a cat for Fred oh...and a pony for Monty." "What about Cap and Heidi?" Fliss asked, moving to inspect the selection of decorations. "Oh, yeah!" "This is gonna bankrupt me." Frank grumbled, his hands on Fliss' hips, chin resting on her shoulder as he observed the two of them. "Scrooge" Fliss shot back with a smile "Do you think Verity and Bill will like this one?" Mary held up a snowman. "Absolutely" Fliss nodded. "And can I get one for Evelyn?" She asked, selecting a snowflake. Despite the fact that they were now well into the fifty buck range for fucking tree decorations, Frank couldn't help but want to smile at Marys face. She was so thoughtful, the purity behind it all was, as usual, humbling. So he nodded "Sure she will appreciate it." He smiled. He moved to lift her up so she could hand the ones they had picked over to the guy behind the counter who asked Mary what names she wanted on each one. As she told him, he allowed her to sit up on the edge of the little surface, held in place by Frank to watch as he burnt the names into each ornament before he bagged them up and she took them with a thanks. "Our first family tree stuff!" Mary grinned and Fliss smiled, bending down to give her a hug. They set back off towards the hotel, stopping by a burger joint for dinner before they dumped their bags and returned back out for their final evening in the City. Frank had loved every second of their trip, and so had Mary and Fliss. Seeing Mary's reaction to snow and the Christmas lights had been amazing, along with all the bands on street corners, people walking around dressed up. It was magical and he wasn't afraid to let his inner child come out to play either, as Fliss had just found out. "Whose idea was this again?" He asked as Mary was bouncing up and down in the queue. "Yours!" Fliss scoffed as he took Mary's hand in his right "I seem to recall the very visible horror on your face yesterday when I told you I'd never done it before..." "That’s because it's an abomination that someone who's 34 has never been ice skating." "I was a professional athlete." She shrugged "I was banned from doing anything deemed dangerous " Frank looked at her "What do they consider more dangerous than flying a half tonne animal almost 2 meters into the air?" "Bungee jumping, sky diving, jet skiing, water skiing, ice skating.." Fliss shrugged "just to name 5" Frank shook his head as the queue shuffled forward a little. It wasn't too long now, luckily they had timed it right by arriving 20 minutes or so before the next lot of General Admission to the famous Rockefeller rink opened so there weren't too many people ahead. After another 10 minutes they got to the front and Frank nudged Fliss out of the way as she tried to pay. She scowled at him and he simply rolled his eyes and handed his card over. It wasn't cheap but then, he was in New York. What was? Together they headed onto the ice. Frank, having done it a few times as a kid found his legs fairly quickly and didn't stop himself laughing as Mary's completely went from under her and she landed with a thump on her ass. "Here..." he chuckled, offering her his hand. He pulled her up and moved her in front of him. "Give me your hands..." Mary extended her arms to the side and he took her mitten clad hands in his, holding her in front of him. Fliss was moving tentatively behind him, using the sides for support a little. "Ok slide your right foot forward, like on your roller skates..." Frank said. Mary did as she was told "now left...right...left...right..." He continued his chanting and glanced over his shoulder to see Fliss was concentrating on her feet, her tongue poking out slightly. "You good?" "Yup." She said, raising her hand to give him a thumbs up before she skidded slightly and went down in a tangle of limbs. Letting out a laugh he gently pivoted Mary so she could hold onto the side and offered Fliss his hand. Pulling her up into his arms he held her steady for a moment whilst her laughing subsided. He watched her for a second, her face creasing up into those adorable dimples, eyes crinkled so much they were almost shut and her shoulders shook with the force of her giggles. "I fuckin' love you..." he grinned and she smiled at him. "Back at ya sailor" After another few laps Mary and Fliss had managed to get the hand of it which meant Frank could leave them a little bit as he went off for what he called a proper skate. The girls watched calling him a show off as he crossed his feet and turned, skating backwards a little. Both of them debated sabotaging him and tripping him up but they decided not to, instead they simply pretended they didn't know him, resulting in him grabbing Fliss from behind just beneath the large tree, and spinning her round to face him. "Can I help you?" She teased and he gave a snort. "Yeah, you can... Mary?" He called to her where she was trying to perfect a turn and failing as she almost stumbled again. She looked up and headed over. "Can you take our photo?" "Only if you're gonna kiss..." she replied, making smooching noises. "Well we can’t disappoint her..." Frank shrugged and Fliss grinned, her smile turning into a shriek as Frank quickly grabbed her hips before he took one hand, keeping the other round her back and dipped her so she was bending backwards, planting a sloppy kiss on her lips. She laughed against his mouth as he gave her a wink, before kissing her a little deeper and then setting her upright, his eyes boring into hers which were shining in the Christmas lights surrounding the rink. "Oh that was great!" Mary howled and he turned to face her as she handed his phone back. Frank checked the photo and had to smile, it was a dammed good shot. He showed it to Fliss and she beamed. "A framer?" She asked. "A framer." He agreed. It took them ages to get Mary to finally leave the rink. Even a bribe of hot chocolate, marshmallows and cookies wasn't doing it. Eventually Frank put his foot down and told her it was time to go as it was almost 9pm and they still had that tree to go see before they headed to Central Park for one last walk in the lights. After handing their skates back and retrieving their belongings from the lockers they followed the path to the tree. As they round the corner Mary gasped. "It's huge!" She turned to look at Frank and Fliss, her eyes wide "Oh my God!" Frank smiled kissed Fliss' cheek as Mary walked slightly ahead of them down the walkway that was flanked with smaller trees and the famous lit up trumpeting angels . As they caught her up he slipped his spare hand in his pocket, his fingers curling round the small, leather box inside. The damned thing had been burning a hole in his pocket since he had bought it in Boston just after Thanksgiving. Fliss, Verity and Bill had all stayed for a very pleasant week rounded off with a damned good proper Thanksgiving dinner and the three of them had flown home on the Friday, as Fliss was starting to stress about her business. He and Mary followed on the Sunday after she had been given the all clear to fly after a week’s check up at the Hospital. On his spare afternoon, he'd taken a trip into the city with one goal, and it had been surprisingly easy. The first jeweller he has walked into had a perfect ring, and despite the fact he had visited several others none of them caught his eye like that. So he had gone back and asked the assistant for a closer look. It wasn't a huge rock, white gold and emerald cut with in a pave setting, but everything about it had screamed Fliss. It was delicate and feminine but with a wonderful sparkle just like her. He knew that sounded so lame when he had told the assistant but she has just smiled and told him that if he had that much conviction, it must be right. He had been lost when she asked him what size, but in a sudden inspiration he had remembered the Pandora ring he had bought her when he had gotten his first new pay check as supervisor. He mentioned this to the assistant who beamed and said she could easily size it from that by using a simple conversion chart and told him to come back the following day. His sudden good spirit had fallen as he explained he couldn't do and asked her to see if here was anything she could do, even contemplating taking it and having it sizes back in Florida. But, after the shitty run of events over the last week, his luck was in after she returned 5 minutes later with a slip of paper, informing him it would be ready by the end of the day. When he had told Mary he was going to ask Fliss to marry him, she'd been so excited. She'd asked when, where and when he said he didn’t know she'd given him the most exasperated look on the planet. The only one of his friend who he had confided in, Greg, hadn’t been much help either, simply telling him to do it in a way that meant something to them both. Simply put he just hadn't a fucking clue. He had agonized over how to pop the question. On the boat? Or maybe a sunset on their favourite spot at St Pete's beach? Did he wait for New York? As such, Frank had taken to carrying the ring around with him, waiting for that moment when it felt right. So far it hadn't happened at home and as it stood New York wasn’t faring any better. He had thought about it at the top of the Empire state, but it had been too busy. Then there was a moment in Central Park after they had been snowman building that might have worked...until Fliss had nailed him in the face with a snowball. So they'd had a snowball fight instead. Then when walking over Brooklyn Bridge, the skyline behind them… then when they walked back to the Hotel after seeing the Lion King on Broadway, going the long way round to see the display in Macy's window all lit up...and then that moment before when Mary had taken a picture of them kissing under the tree on the ice rink... but none of it felt right. It didn't feel like the moment for them. But now something stirred in his gut. This could be it. It wasn't too busy, the place was gorgeous, right in front of the tree Fliss had been so desperate to see... Ok Adler, you can do this. Taking a deep breath he pulled the box from his pocket when he heard Mary give a squeal. "Oh...wow! Frankie look..." Fliss' voice was a whisper and she nudged him, pointing to the base of the tree. He followed her gaze to see a blonde haired man down on one knee, presenting a ring to a dark haired woman who had her hands clasped over her mouth. Frank slipped the box back into his pocket and stared at the man as he placed the ring onto his now fiancés finger and did his best to look like he cared when Fliss let out a soft "Awwww" The man looked around excitedly, his eyes falling on the three of them before he asked Frank if he or Fliss would mind taking a photo for them. "Course not buddy, congratulations." Frank smiled. Fucking prick... ***** "It was AMAZING!" Mary gushed to Verity as they walked to the car, Fliss' parents having come to pick them up from the airport. "we saw so much stuff but nowhere near all of it but Frank said we could go back next year in the summer maybe and do a bit more." "Looks like someone else had a good time too." Bill smiled, nodding to Fliss who let out a loud yawn. Frank chuckled "She was up all night, I told her not to have more food so close to bed time." "I wanted a hot dog and a pretzel." Fliss mumbled, "Besides, it's nothing to do with the food...we did a lot of walking." Bill gave a snort "You ride horses for a living, you should be fit enough to walk round New York" "I probably skated about 4 miles too..." Fliss said looking at Mary "Someone wouldn't come off the ice rink" "You been sleeping ok otherwise?" Verity looked at her "I'm fine mum." She smiled "No anxiety?" 'V, she said she's fine so leave it" Bill said gently and Fliss shot a grateful look at her dad. She knew her mum was only concerned but she was fed up of assuring people she was fine. After the attack from John she had suffered a bout of delayed shock which had manifested in a few panic attacks, nightmares, and restlessness at night and on one occasion nausea. Luckily Frank had been brilliant at keeping calm when she had an episode, helping her work through it and the last incident she had suffered had been over a week ago. Once they were all in the car, Frank took the passenger seat after Verity offered it to him, Mary continued to chat all the drive home about New York, Fliss and Frank butting in here and there. They arrived home little after 30 minutes later and Fliss headed up the steps with Mary, Thor almost sending the pair of them flying when they opened the door. "Oh puppy I missed you!" Fliss smiled as she gave him plenty of attention and he kept licking her face, whining and emitting quiet little barks. "Did you miss me? Did you?" "Yerress" Frank did his best Scooby Doo impression as he walked past and Fliss let out a laugh, as she stood up and headed into the living room behind Mary, bumping into the girl as she stopped dead, giving a squeal as she saw the Christmas Tree in the corner. "Mum, Dad?" Fliss called, smiling "I take it you did this?" Frank appeared behind them both, smiling as Fliss and Mary exchanged a glance before they all turned to Bill and Verity who were stood in the doorway. "Well we know how much you like to get your tree up as early as you can and, well we were picking one up for ourselves so we got you one. You don’t mind do you?" Verity, looked at Fliss then Frank. "No, of course not!" Fliss grinned. "Saved me a job." Frank nodded "Thanks guys." "Can we decorate it tonight?" Mary asked "Pleeeeeeeaaaasssseee Frank!" Frank glanced at his watch before giving a sigh, he knew she wouldn't go to bed if he said no anyway so what was the point? Plus she was at the University tomorrow which didn’t start until 10 so... "Ok, but if you so much as grumble tomorrow morning when I get you up you'll be in deep trouble." He looked at her sternly as she stooped to pick Fred up. "Cross my heart, hope to die, we all know Fred's got one eye..." she chanted off, nodding. "We brought your box of decorations from the annex." Verity smiled at Fliss, nodding to the box on the floor. "We thought you could pick what you want to keep now you're combining."

“Speaking of decorations…” Frank said, looking at Mary.

“Oh…yeah…hang on…” She said, running to the sofa where she had dumped her little pink rucksack. She fished out the paper bag they had gotten from the stall and found the Snowman they had bought. With a smile she handed it to Verity who looked down at it, her face curling into a smile as her eyes started to prick with tears.

“Fliss said you wouldn’t mind the names Mary wanted on them.” Frank said, watching carefully.

“Of course we don’t mind!” Bill smiled, picking Mary up to give her a hug “We are Nanny V and Poppa B ain’t that right kiddo?” “Yep!” she grinned, hugging him.

“We’ll save it to hang tomorrow when you come over after school.” Verity said as Bill set Mary on the floor and she hugged her tightly.

After a little more chat Verity and Bill left and Frank instructed Mary to change into her Pyjamas before they did the tree. Deciding that was a good idea, Fliss did the same and before long they were all in the living room. Fliss and Mary going through the boxes of decorations, Frank wrestling with the tangle of fairy lights. How they managed to get so fucking knotted up after simply being in a box for 12 months was beyond him.

He had just about managed it when Thor came over to inspect what he was doing, and dropped straight onto his back on top of the string.

“Thor…get out of it…” he grumbled, pushing the dog who simply rolled over, taking half the lights with him, tangling them round his legs and his tails. “Jesus Christ…stand still…for fucks sake…”

Thinking this was a huge game, Thor started to bounce around, barking, and Frank shook his head. “Fliss, sort this mutt out….” Fliss gave a laugh and dropped off the sofa, calling Thor to her. He sat down, allowing Frank to remove the lights before he stood up, shaking them out. Together the 3 of them wound them round the tree before they made a start on the decorations.

“Frank got me this for my first Christmas.” Mary said, hanging a red bauble which had her name on it. “The glitter has all fallen off it now.”

“We can add more if you want.” Fliss looked at her and Mary shrugged.

“I kinda like it.” It didn’t take them long, and their wooden trinkets from New York were the last ones they hung, Mary ensuring they took pride of place. Frank then lifted her up so she could place the star at the top before they stood back.

“Ready for the big turn on?” Frank asked, grinning. Mary and Fliss cheered and began a countdown from 5. When they hit 1 Frank hit the switch and the lights on the tree came to life. He stepped back, looking up at it, his arm curling round Fliss’ shoulder, his other dropping to Mary as she grinned.

“Best Tree ever.” she smiled.

“Yeah, and now it’s time for the best bed ever…” he looked at her.

“Seriously?” Mary complained

“No moaning, remember?” Frank instructed her. “That was in the morning.”

“Well I just extended it to now as well.” he said, shrugging “Because I can, so get…” “Fine, fine, I’m going…” she grumbled. “Night Fliss.” “Night sweetie.” Fliss dropped a kiss to her head before Mary shot a filthy look at Frank who met her with a passive one of his own.

“I’ll be in in a second.” Frank shot after her, watching as she headed down to the hallway. He turned back to Fliss who was watching the tree, a smile on her face.

“Not exactly up to Macey’s standards…” Frank chuckled and she shook her head.

“I love it.” “It looks like an Elf threw up on it.”

“All trees should be like that.” Fliss shrugged, before she gave his cheek a peck. “Now, you go sort Mary and I’ll get us both a beer.” “Actually…” he said, looping his arms round her waist. “I believe there was something else you promised me tonight…” “Oh, yes, of course, Frankie has needs…” she replied with an almost uncanny impersonation, which made him snort. “Does that mean no beer?”

“No beer.” “You want me to wait in bed.” “Yes I do.” he nodded “Go, I’ll let Thor out and lock up.”

Grinning she accepted his kiss and smiled as she turned around, casting him a quite frankly sinful look over her shoulder which almost had him hard right there and then. Not wanting to wait a moment longer he sorted the dog, locked the door, poked his head into Mary’s room to wish her goodnight, and headed into their bedroom. Fliss was hanging her jeans in the closet after having simply discarded them on the bed earlier, and wasting no time Frank pulled off his T-shirt, tossing it to the side before he stepped up behind her, spinning her round to face him. He pressed his lips to hers, deepening the kiss as he slid his hands down to cup her ass and she smirked into the kiss.

“I like your ass.” he muttered. “I like yours too” she said back, “And your arms”

He laughed and pulled back to look down at her as her fingers trailed up his biceps. “My arms?”

“Yeah, your big, strong arms, and your big, broad shoulders and your stupid, handsome face…” she muttered, pulling him back down to her. In between the dizzying kisses Frank steered her towards the bed, and as her legs collided with the edge he stopped to gently trail kisses across her bare collar bone. His lips found her jaw and then, with a wicked quirk of his eyebrow he reached down for her thighs, and grabbing them he pulled them forwards, causing her to fall backwards as he pitched them both onto the bed. As she laughed he chuckled slightly before he kissed her again, and then it was a scramble to get out of his clothes as fast as he could before he fell back on top of his girl, his hands pulling up her camisole top, lips kissing at the spot just below her ear before he slid down her shorts, his mouth gently kissing a trail up from her belly through the middle of her breasts, up her neck and finally back to her mouth.

Fliss was utterly lost now, in the usual whirl of love, and lust and passion and kissed him back, hard as his hand gently dropped between her legs and he felt her slick against the tips of his fingers as he gently coaxed at her clit, continuing until she was nothing short of a writhing mess clawing at his back, aching for him. They locked eyes as he took her left hand in his, and slowly worked into her, both moaning simultaneously at the sensation, Fliss’s eyes rolling back at the exquisite stretch inside. Frank began to move his hips slowly, deeply, his thrusts weren’t measured in the slightest despite the fact he was absolutely aching for her. He wanted to take it slow, end what had been an amazing trip in the same mood it had started in, absolute pure love.

His mouth moved back to Fliss’s neck, nipping gently at her skin and she let out low moan as he picked up the pace ever so slightly, his spare hand kept hold of her hip, keeping her as close to him as she could possibly be.

“Fuck, Frank, right there…” she groaned as he hit her spot and he smirked slightly, he loved the way she got like this with him, ever so demanding at times, such a far cry from the timid woman he had fallen for the previous year.

“Yeah?” he panted as she gave a soft cry, her body tensing underneath him “Good.” “So good…” she moaned, arching her back. His mouth found hers again and his hand slid from her hip to gently tease her nipple and she rolled her hips to grind up against him, changing the angle slightly causing him to go deeper.

“Lissy…” he panted as he drove into her deeply, slowly, and then again and again, his pace increasing ever so slightly. Every single sense Frank possessed was on fire and he broke the long, lazy kiss that they were sharing to stifle a moan against her cheek when he felt her clench around him, a tell-tale sign she was nearing her release. The sheets rustled underneath and around them both as his hips pushed up against hers, and Frank saw Fliss’ head tip back, her throat bared to him in utter bliss as she came hard, her moans soft and breathy into his ear. Frank picked up his pace slightly, chasing his own end as he pushed her through hers, and when he felt that snake in his belly beginning to unravel, he gave a low grunt which morphed into a gasp as he clung to Fliss, spilling himself into her, his hips slowing to a stop as he collapsed forward. Fliss gave a soft chuckle as her hands gently slid up his back and into his hair, as she moved and pressed a soft kiss to his head.

“I know I keep saying it but I really do fuckin’ love you Cowgirl.” he said, voice muffled as his face pressed into her neck.

Fliss gave a chuckle “I’ll never tire of hearing it Sailor. “

He moved to look at her, flashing her a grin before he caught her mouth in a sweet kiss. **** "You still not managed it?" Greg asked as they stood at the bar, waiting for their drinks. Frank sighed and glanced at Fliss who was sat with Bonnie in the booth, the pair of them sniggering at something. "Do you see a ring on her finger?" He looked at Greg. "No" "Well there's your answer." "What's the hold up, man?" Greg frowned. "Nothing has felt right." Frank sighed "she won’t want a huge fuss in front of people so that basically ruled out all of New York...bar one moment when I thought it was time, in front of the tree at Rockefeller...and then some douchebag went and beat me to it, proposing to his girl whilst we watched..." "You're over thinking it." Greg said, looking at Frank "Take a step back. When are the pair of you at your best? The time you enjoy most, I mean" "Honestly?" Frank shrugged "at night when Mary's gone to bed and we finally sit down and just watch TV or joke around." "Well there you go." Greg shrugged "What, at home?" Frank frowned "Why not?" Greg looked at him "the point isn't to be showy or flashy but to show her you wanna spend the rest of your life with her." Frank pondered this for a moment. Greg has a point. They were at their happiest doing the simple things, spending quiet time together, being fucking normal. Fliss loved it when they curled up and Frank would simply cuddle her close and kiss her head, easy signs of affection that she had craved all through her wreck of a marriage. And Frank loved it too, because it made him feel grounded, time for him to simply be Frank in his own right, the very thing he used to use his Friday night drinking sessions for. Now he could feel it every night, thanks to Lissy…

And then, suddenly an idea came to him, out of nowhere.

Oh, it was perfect! "Greg..." he smiled, slapping the man on the back "you are a genius." "Glad I could be of service." Greg smirked "This means I get best man duty, right?"

Frank smirked at him, shrugging, not giving anything away. His eyes flicked back to Fliss who had now stood up, Simon having returned to the table sliding in next to Bonnie. Frank’s eyes travelled up her bare legs, from her high-heels up to the short little pink playsuit she was wearing, which was printed with black palm trees and other patterns, the small straps settling on her tanned shoulders, the front showing him just enough cleavage. She was wearing a black butterfly necklace that she had bought in New York and her hair was loose, falling over her shoulders in soft curls. Her brown eyes locked onto his and he smiled as he remembered the last Circle Of Truth Christmas outing the previous year, when he had told her he loved her for the first time. And here they were, now 5 days away from their second Christmas together.

“Hey beautiful” he smiled as she reached his side. His arm curled round her and he pressed a kiss to her cheek “You ok?” “Yeah, just thirsty.” she smiled. “Can I get a water as well as my gin please?”

“Sure…” he turned to look at the bar tender who was pulling their drinks together. Once he had attracted his attention and added a bottle of water to the order he turned back to her as Greg spoke up.

“Frank said you enjoyed New York.” “Oh, it was fantastic.” she smiled “Every bit as magical as I thought it was going to be.”

“Good, I’m glad you all had a good time.” Greg smiled “You deserved it after everything that went down.” “Yeah well, he’s banged up now. His brother is going to go down for Endangerment or whatever it is you call it, its’ done, it’s over.” Fliss smiled, “We got the rest of our lives ahead of us now.” “Well, if that doesn’t call for shots then I don’t know what does…” Greg smirked as the bar tender placed their drinks in front of them.

“No, Greg…” Fliss started to protest but Greg cut her off.

“Yes Greg!” he smirked, turning to the bar tender, “Can I get a bottle of Tequila pal and 8 glasses.” Fliss groaned “I’m teaching at 9 am!”

“Dumbass…” Greg looked at her and Frank gave a snort.

“I told you to switch them out…”

“I can’t!” she pouted “I already did for Boston and New York…” “Well…” Greg smirked as the bar tender set the bottle and glasses down in front of him “Looks like you’re doing it with a hangover honey.” “Fuck my life…” **** Fuck my life indeed. Fliss spent the following morning throwing up, groaning once more that she was never drinking tequila EVER again. Frank reminded her of how many times she had said that over the time he had known her and she’d simply let out a huge fake sob and thrown herself face down on the bed again declaring that she didn’t want to adult anymore as it sucked.

The days before Christmas passed in the usual chaos. Presents were wrapped and stashed under the tree, more drinks were had with Friends. Evelyn visited for a few days, which had actually almost pleased Frank a little. She wasn’t staying for Christmas, her arrangements having already been made, but she had hinted that maybe next year she could, to which Frank and Fliss had both agreed. She had been taken with Mary’s gift to her and had laughed out loud when Bill and Verity had presented her with a case of Malbec, the same Malbec she’d smashed a bottle of over John’s head. Her gifts to them both had been a substantial chunk of money, in the thousands, and when Frank had protested at the amount on the cheque she had waved it off as 8 years of owed presents. Mary’s was wrapped so it was placed under the tree for Christmas morning. Evelyn headed back to Boston on the morning of Christmas Eve, Frank and Mary driving her to the airport instead of her driver, where they had both bid her a Happy Christmas and waved her goodbye as she headed off to spend it with her friends in Newton.

After the final preparations were made Frank, Fliss and Mary collapsed onto the sofa for a Marathon of Christmas Films. Mary was, as usual, excited and the copious amounts of chocolate and candy she was shovelling down weren’t helping either, but what the hell, it was Christmas after all.

"You ok?" Frank glanced at Fliss as she sat on the other side of the couch. Love Actually was playing, the final film of the evening before Mary went to bed. Fliss, however didn't look like she was paying attention. "Huh?" She looked at him, blinking. "I said are you ok? You look like you were miles away"

“Yeah, sorry, I was errr…just running through things in my head, making sure nothing was forgotten.” Frank smiled. They were hosting Verity and Bill tomorrow as Steven and his family were at his wife’s parents for this year, flying out instead of the 28th to spend New Year’s with them all. Fliss had asked Frank if they could host, as she’d never had the chance to do that before and of course he had agreed, not least because of the excited look on her face when she had asked.

“The table is set, food and everything is ready to go…” he chuckled, looking at her “Just relax…”

He reached round Mary, his hand gently rubbing at Fliss’ back and she smiled at him, turning her attention to the TV.

20 minutes or so later the film finished and Mary jumped up, grabbing Frank’s hand to make him dance to God Only Knows as the final closing scenes played out. He smiled and picked her up, resting her on his hip as he twirled her round to the song, the pair of them laughing before he eventually dropped her down and told her it was bed time. She scooted off, Fred trotting behind her, his tail swishing as she skipped and Frank headed in about 5 minutes later to tuck her in, before he came back to the living room.

“She wants you to go and say goodnight.” he smiled,

Fliss nodded and stood up.

“You sure you’re ok?” Frank asked.

“Yeah, honestly, I’m just tired.” she assured him. Giving him a kiss she headed up the hall and Frank watched her go before he smiled to himself, and set about quickly putting the last touches to his plan.

She came back about 10 minutes later and he smiled at her as she walked into the room.

“OK, now she’s out of the way…I got something for you...” Frank smiled.

Fliss looked at him before she shook her head, chuckling a little “I got something for you too…Frank, I have-” “Me first.” Frank cut her off.

She looked at him for a second, his bright blue eyes were shining as he grinned at her and she rolled her eyes.

“Fine…” she smiled, “Ok, you first.” He grinned and then folded his arms “You gotta find it.” “What?”

“It’s hidden, on the tree, and you gotta find it.” Her face lit up as she gave a laugh “You are such a dork!” “Yeah, I know…” Narrowing her eyes playfully she moved to the tree, glancing at it. “Ok so it’s not very big then, seeing as I can’t see it straight away.” Frank shrugged as she continued her search.

“I haven’t put it high up, seeing as you’re a short ass…” “I’m perfectly average for a woman thank you.” “Trust me baby girl, nothing about you is average.” he winked and she let out a snort.

“Charmer.” she grinned, turning back to the tree.

“Ok, you’re miles off…” he said, and she moved to her right “Gettin’ warmer…warmer…ok, yep, nearly there…” Fliss continued to search, and then something caught her eye. There was something shiny handing from the nose of her Doe ornament. She stepped forward slightly, and when she realised what it was her right hand flew to her mouth. Frank’s breath caught in his throat as she spun to face him, her eyes wide.

"You, me and Mary have been hanging out together since August last year now...” he said, clearing his throat slightly “How do you feel about hanging with us forever?" He watched, holding his breath as Fliss' chest heaved with emotion as she looked at him, those brown eyes he could happily stare at all day were full of tears, the hand which had flown to her mouth in surprise was now shaking as it slid to the spot beneath her throat, that dip in her neck that he could nuzzle at forever. "I'll hang with you for as long as you'll have me..." she whispered, taking a deep breath. "Is that a yes?" Frank inhaled sharply and a watery laugh burst through her tears. "Yes. Yes, a thousand times yes!" Frank's face split into a huge grin "shit..." he sputtered before she threw herself into his arms and he lifted her up easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as he held her close, kissing her neck. She pulled back and placed a kiss to his lips, long and short pecks being shared as she laughed and he laughed, the pair of them simply lost in the moment until eventually he set her down and with a shaking hand he reached out to retrieve the ring from where it was hanging. Taking her left hand in his, with a deep breath he slipped the diamond onto her finger.

Fliss looked at it, admiring the way the delicate band sat underneath her knuckle, the beautiful diamond twinkling in the lights of the tree.

"Oh Frankie...it’s gorgeous..." she whispered, before she looked at him, taking his face in both his hands and pulling him down for a deep kiss. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." He smiled, kissing her again before he pulled away, his hands linking behind her back. 

"I err, got us some champagne." He smiled, "I know it was presumptive of me but figured we could have it tomorrow if you turned me down." Fliss looked up at him, blinking before she took a deep breath “First I need to get you…just wait here…” He released her from his hold and she turned and headed out of the room, Frank watched her go, blinking for a moment before he shrugged and headed to the fridge, the smile still plastered on his face. She said yes! 

Not that he had doubted she would, not really, but there had always been that little bit of fright she may have done. But that was all gone now. As he popped the cork on the bottle he found himself thinking about how he would be doing that soon enough on his wedding day. He poured 2 glassed and headed into the living room with them wondering if maybe a late Autumn wedding next year would be nice, October perhaps when it started to cool off slightly. They could do the beach wedding she always wanted, hire a marquee... Lost in his thoughts completely he jumped a little when Fliss spoke his name and turned to look at her as she stood in front of him, the back of his thighs brushing against the sofa slightly. He noticed her hand was in her pocket, clutching something. Playfully he nodded towards it “I assume that’s not a spanner." He chuckled, referencing the joke they often shared and Fliss shook her head, biting her lip. "No it’s a bit bigger than that" With a shaky hand she pulled out a small, white stick of plastic and held it towards him. It took Frank a moment to understand what it was and as soon as he did his eyes widened and he looked at her, then it, then back again.

"You're...we're...no!." he stuttered, reaching out to take it from her. "I found out this morning." Fliss whispered, watching his reaction carefully "I suspected last week but thought it might all be down to stress and stuff but..." "How, I mean..." "I should have started a new pill packet when we went to Boston but I forgot to take it with me. I thought I'd be ok if I started as soon as I got back but..." "There's a baby in there?" Frank cut her off as he stumbled over his words, nodding to her stomach "Yeah" Fliss nodded. "You put it there." Frank's legs grew shaky and he dropped onto the sofa, staring down at the test in his hands.

2 blue lines. 2 blue lines that had just changed his world forever. "I'm sorry, I know this is sudden and I should have been more careful..." Fliss took a tentative step towards him and he reached out, his hands on either side of her hips, gently pulling her t-shirt up. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to her belly, his forehead resting just above her navel. "I'm gonna be a dad." he pulled back, his eyes watering. "Frankie, you already are." Fliss said, her own tears once more springing forth. "I know you hate it when I say that about Mary but it's true." He looked at her, a dazed smile split his face into two as he pulled her onto his lap, where she straddled him, and he kissed her, hard, leaving her slightly breathless before he rest his forehead against hers. "Fuck, Lissy." he whispered, his eyes closed "You're cooking a little person..." She spluttered a laugh, nodding, her forehead brushing his as she did. "Was it made in Boston...is that the right word?" He pulled back to look at her and she laughed, brushing her hand through his fluffy hair as his gently reached out to rest against her stomach. "Yeah and most likely." "It's a little Boston Bean" he grinned and she laughed again, pressing her lips to his. "You're ok with it then? I know it's probably not what you would have planned but..." "Ok? Of course I'm ok!" He smiled "I love you and the thought of us making a little person that's half me, half you...fuck, it's amazing." She smiled and nodded, her voice a whisper "I know..."

"There is one problem." Franks said, his arms wrapping tightly around her. "What?" "You just ruined Christmas forever...because nothing is ever gonna live up to this ever again."

****** Fliss, Frank and Mary’s adventure continues in RIDING ON

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

ANGEL REYES x (OBISPO ‘BISHOP’ LOSA DAUGHTER)! READER ⨟ PROMPT

Anon #1 asked: if it’s not a bother to you could you do 83&88 with angel reyes💖

Anon #2 asked: 84&87 with angel reyes

Anon #3 asked: 91&96, nsfw/smutty, angel reyes♥️

Prompts:

83. “Raise your ass”.

88. “Your father is in the other room”.

84. “On your knees”.

87. “Put on my kutte”.

91. “Should be illegal taste so good”.

96. “I’m virgin”.

WARNINGS: NSFW, SMUT

Word Count: 4k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @cherieann-2001 💖

Author comments: I'm not sorry for this, guys. I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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“YOU WHAT?”

You frown pulling him into the empty clubhouse, as he crew stared at you because of his words. He's laughing loud, feeling him somewhat alleviated after so much tension the last three days.

“What's so funny?”

“Shit, baby… was that what worried you?”

“That I'm virgin? Yeah, of course!”

Angel just hugs you, confusing you because he doesn't seem angry at all. 

“God… I was feeling so fucking insecure, saying to myself that I fall in love for first time and she isn’t attracted to me”.

“I am, you idiot”. 

“Yeah, but you stopped me every time I tried… you know, going farther”. He says almost chuckling gently kissing your head”. Shit, you broke the barometer of feeding my ego, mi amor. But, it's okay, I'll wait ti—”

“I'm ready, Angel. I just… I didn't know how to tell you”.

He looks at you with both eyebrows raised, surprised and excited in equal parts.

“My father is not gonna be tonight at home, you could… come over”.

“Yeah, I'll definitely come”. He jokes with you with a singsong voice. 

“Angel!” You laugh strongly patting his chest. 

“What? You asked for it, mi dulce”.

“So… you're okay with that?”

“Of course, yes, baby. You don' know how happy you're making me feel right now”.

After your father is already gone, having warned you to lock all the doors in his ‘overprotective-mood’, you run to your room to get ready. You change your clothes, wearing nothing but a black lace panties and one of Angel's shirts you usually put on when he's out of town. You've been together for a month, even though you only found out about his feelings for you six days ago. One day, you just decided to give him a chance, and you couldn't have been more wrong, thinking he would fuck up by hanging with some chick or getting tired of you.

Having one last look at yourself in the mirror, you go to answer the door bell. Angel is already there, letting his eyes travel around your body, as soon as you open the door.

“Shit, baby… It's the first time I see you wearing one of my shirts”. He babbles totally amazed.

“Does it look good?” You ask then, turning around for him. 

“Fu—Fucking good”. He nods swallowing.

“Has your last neuron collapsed?”

“I have zero doubts”. He nods again keeping his parted lips, whilst holding his hand to guide him to your room. 

Soft Lights are hanging on the wall. And you don't know why, but it feels like if it was Angels first time too. He was acting so confident that morning, that you can't help but chuckle a little when you find him shaking under your grip, He sat himself on the edge of the king size bed.

“So… If I hurt you at… anytime, just tell me, please”.

“I will, Angel. Relax. I'm virgin, not an atomic bomb about to explode, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah… fuck, I'm sorry”. He says when you're placing a knee next to his body.

“Why the fuck are you apologizing?” You laugh somewhat loud, finally sitting on his lap while he holds you.

“Shit, 'cause I'm fucking nervous!” He frowns softly. “I wanna do'et good. I wanna make you feel good. It's a big responsibility”.

“If you d—”.

“Of course I want”. He sighs, resting his forehead on your chest for a second.

His lips close around your skin, kissing it gently enjoying the scent of vanilla on your skin, the smell so sweet it drives him mad the closer he gets to your neck. His fingers grip your shirt while yours caress his head. A low moan escapes from your mouth when Angel bites you, pulling you a little closer, growling over your collarbone. Then Angel takes off your shirt, trying to calm himself down and go slow to not make you feel uncomfortable. With his eyes on yours, he brings his lips to one of your nipples; sucking and licking them. It gives you some chills when he sighs against it, so pleased that you can't help but swing your hips softly.

“You're a fucking goddess, mami”. He gasps reaching your lips.

His tongue finds yours inside your mouth, caressing it as you begin to feel the erection I his jeans, a delicious friction to your panties that make you moan a little. Without breaking the kiss, Angel takes off his rings to put them inside a pocket, before place his hands on your back.

“It's okay if I s—?”

“Don't ask, Angel, just do'et”. You whimper somewhat desperate.

One of his hands crawls down your right side to your stomach, reaching under your panties. His skin is so cold compared to yours, closing your eyes the moment that he slides a finger among your folds, digging in. You drown a moan on his lips, watching him biting his own with some strength that makes you shake just with that view.

“Fuck, mi dulce… Look at you… So fucking wet fo' me”. His hoarse voice gives you nice chills, licking your lips with the tip of his tongue.

His finger feels so good exploring you, slightly curved, thrusting you softly. Angel drinks every gasp he provokes you, memorizing every gesture of your face. He doesn't want to forget it. Choosing him to lose your virginity with, makes him feel like the most lucky man on earth. He loves you, he wants to please you at all costs, show you every single emotion he feels for you. Without asking, he slides a second one having to cover your mouth with a hand to drown a low moan. 

“Don' fuckin' do that or 'am gonna stop”. Reyes slaps it with his free hand making you chuckle as he thrusts into you a little fast. “I'm dying to taste you”.

He sounds desperate, trying not to lose control when he finds your hips bouncing low over his hand.

“Do it”. You almost beg for it, seconds before he is pulling out his fingers to help you to lie on your back.

His calloused hands run over your thighs before sliding your panties off and throwing them aside. Kneeling next to the bed, Angel lifts up your legs to his shoulders, leaving some soft bites on your skin getting closer to your center. Maintaining your look, he explores your entrance with his tongue. Your back arches when he catches your swollen clit between his lips, sucking it so delicately as if it was the best thing he has ever try out. 

“Fuck, Angel…” You groan placing your hands on his black messy hair.

He smirks proudly sinking his mouth into your pussy, tucking in two fingers again. He knows exactly what to do, making you squirm under the arm holding your waist to hold you closer. His hand works you out faster than before, as his tongue explores your wet skin from top to bottom making some pressure against it. Angel sighs when he's out of air, biting and sucking your pelvis to leave a beautiful small bruise.

“It should be illegal taste so good”. He mutters, rubbing his scratchy cheeks against your thighs, moving his wrist nailing his fingers inside you. “I wan'ya to cum in ma' mouth, keep makin'me happy, mi dulce”.

You can't even say a word when he devours your pussy again, shaking your breath and your body, going deeper and somewhat fast. You're aroused because of him, that you know you won't take much longer. Angel knows exactly where to touch you to make you scream his name, while the heat runs down your spine flowing out in your abdomen.

“Fuck, Angel!” You cry out feeling how the delicious orgasm wraps your body, while he continues only with his mouth, drinking your juices so delighted. “Oh, fuck, baby…”

Your phone starts to ring with ‘The Imperial March’ over the nightstand, you two growl, stretching a hand to it.

“Please, don' answer”. Your boyfriend begs you, crawling on the mattress.

“El presidente is calling”. You snort showing him the screen. “Hey… dad”.

“Can you open the door? I forgot my keys”.

“I'm in”. Leaving the phone away, Angel rolls on the bed, getting up as you find something to wear that it's not his shirt. Finding some pajamas and putting them on as you walk towards the entrance. 

“Were you sleeping?”

“No… Yes… I mean…”

“Looks like you had a nightmare”.

“Yeah… something like that”.

“Do you want me to stay, ah?�� He asks putting an arm over your shoulders, leaving a smooth kiss on your sweaty temple. Then, you shake your head. “Okay, go back to bed, but lock the door. And call me if you have another one, I'll be here in less than five minutes, princesa”.

“Vale, papá”. (Okay, dad).

“Te amo, lo sabes, ¿verdad?” (I love you, you know it, right?)

“Yo también te amo”. (I love you too).

“Go back to sleep, c'mon”.

Kissing his cheek hugging him tightly, you leave him leading going back to your room. Angel is behind it about to have a heart attack. Closing the door and locking it, you pull him into you, crashing your lips with his. Taking off your clothes while his big hands paw every inch of your body, you attack his belt undoing it.

“Your father is in the other room”. He mutters when his back finds the wall.

“So, what?” You reply on his lips standing on your tiptoes, losing your shit when you unzip his jeans to free himself.

“Fuck… Go on your knees, mi dulce”. He whispers, biting your mouth, watching you take it as an order.

Rolling his pants and his boxers, after Angel he takes off his boots, heel against heel; you wrap his throbbing cock in your hand jerking him off slowly, Seeing how he tries not to make a single noise. His hands go straight to your hair, getting tangled in it,when your tongue draws some circles over his reddened glans. Angel has his eyes strongly closed, his back slightly curved, urging you to suck his cock. Your mouth receives it totally pleased, pressing your throat and holding it there for a few seconds. You can see Angel opening his lips, eliciting a loud moan. You hear Bishoos steps getting closer to the door, as he knocks he says

“One last thing”.

“Yeah, dad?” You quickly ask.

“Your bike is losing oil, Angel. Fix it tomorrow, I don't want you to have an accident”.

“Su—Sure, prez”.

“Good. And use condoms”.

“DAD!”

“USE IT, I SAID. OR I WILL FUCKING CUT HIM INTO PIECES”.

“Fuck, prez… We're ju—We're just gonna sleep… together”.

“Use it if you want to stay alive, Reyes!”

You can't help but break out in laughs when you're sure your father is already gone. Angel can barely breathe, But before he can complain about your father, you're sucking his dick again deeper. He finally moans as he wanted to do. His hands on your head marks the rhythm, somewhat faster, wetting all his extension with your tongue. He keeps his eyes on you,on your lips, enjoying the way you have to blow him so needy as he was eating you out. And it tastes good. Angel tastes so good.

But he can't handle much longer the desire to fuck you, to make you his. By grabbing your chin with two fingers, he urges you to stand up, devouring in a dirty way your mouth. Your salivas getting mixed with the flavor of your own juices, walking backwards to your bed, to lay down there. He takes off his shirt, throwing it to the floor, breaking the desperate kiss to give you the leather jacket.

“Put on my kutte. I wanna fuck you wearing it, mi princesa Maya”.

Your legs tremble hearing say that. And you do, before he makes some space between your legs, spreading it and ignoring Bishop's warning. Neither of you want to use it for your first time, and you already have a pill for tomorrow just in case. Angel looks at you, totally naked, opened waiting for him. And he's realizing that heaven must looks like that. 

“Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful, mi amor”. He whispers amazed, lying on top of you, stroking himself close to your clit. “Tell me if you need to stop, okay?”

You nod starting to be terrified. You know that mostly it hurts a little, and Angel is so big. More than you could imagine. But you know that he's going to be understanding and careful, guiding his glans among your wet folds. He moves his pelvis slowly, growling because of how warm and tight you are, not wanting to lose a single expression on your face.

“Shit… hold a second, Angel”. You beg closing your eyes when his cock finds your limits.

“Okay, okay, baby. It's okay… you want me to pull it out?”

“Please, do—don't move”.

“I will not”.

He tries to comfort you leaving smooth kisses all around your face, caressing your arms with his fingertips. You can't deny that it hurts and itches to some extent, until almost a minute passes by. He moves himself slowly, when your body is less tense, surrounding you with his arms. Now, you can feel it. You can feel the pleasure of his hard cock stretching your tightness, once and again. Slow. So slow that it's driving you insane.

“¿Estás bien, mi dulce?” (You okay?) He whispers with shaky breath on your ear. You just nod. It's impossible for you say a single word. “Fuck, baby… this is the fuckin' paradise”.

He makes you chuckle, pounding you as soon as he knows that you're good with that, hitting your g-stop and making you scream out full of pleasure.

“That's it, baby… Fuck... Do it again”. He begs you, thrusting his pelvis against you somewhat harder. You can't help but moan loudly again. 

He's helping you to discover feelings that you never thought you would be able to feel. The mix between tickles, pleasure and chills, making you lose your mind. His thrusts become constant, deeper, faster, as your vocals. He's enjoying more the fact that you're whimpering his name, that the pleasure of your first time gives him narrowing his cock inside you.

“Oh, fuck… Angel, don'—don't stop, please… I fucking beg you!”

“Not until you cum on my dick, princesa”.

His growls against your mouth increasing the heat running through your body, bristling your skin. Leading his lips back to your neck, your boyfriend bites hard, pressing your fingers on his nape to push him closer. You open your legs a little more, but surrounding his waist with one of them intensifying the pleasure. You didn't finish yet, and you already want to do it again.

“Fuck, mami… on all fours. I wanna fuck you from behind”.

And that's sound so much better, until you feel empty whining upset a little, but adopting the position he has ask you.

“Chest down, mami”. 

When your weight is over your palms and your knees, he softly presses your nape to the bed.

“Raise your ass and spread those fucking beautiful legs fo' me”.

You do it, without complaining, anxious for feeling him inside. A strong slap right to your ass makes you squirm surprised, crying out because of it. But before you can say anything, his cock is pushing into your body again to the limit, drilling your pussy with repetitive moves. You're sure that your neighbors are going to hear you scream his full name, agsin and again. His fingers rabbbng on your hips and his pelvis colliding against your folds creating a delicious wet melody that floods your room, intermingling with your noises.

“You like it, mi dulce?”

“Yes… Yes… Fuck, Angel, you're so… so fucking big”.

Reyes tangles a hand in your hair, pulling you up until his chest finds your back covered by the kutte.

“This big cock is only yours, mi princesa”. He grunts into your ear, biting your lobe.

The position changes a little with your body stuck against his. His left hand travels to your throat holding it, while the other goes down to your pleased pussy being thrust into with all his strength, rubbing your clit with his forefinger. When you thought he couldn't give you more pleasure, he just does this other thing. Fuck you. Finger you. Bite you. All in one, and you can't fight your feelings much more.

“Angel… Angel…”

“Fuckin' cum, mi vida… make me happy”. He begs looking for your lips, twisting your neck a little.

“I wanna do'et rid—riding your cock… please. Shit, please, Angel”.

You're going to kill him, asking him those things. He's falling in love with you somewhat more every time you open your mouth. He pulls out himself, knowing that he's close to cumming, lying on the bed to let you sit on his lap. He doesn't miss a single detail, nor a single gesture, nor a single move, biting his lower lip and watching how you lead his cock back to your pussy. 

Your hips bounce on him, dancing above his pelvis, going a little bit deeper. You could say that coming to an orgasm is similar with using your fingers, but you would be lying. It hits you harder, warmer, closing your fingers on his chest and going faster when you feel the explosion inside your belly, arching your back. A howl full of pleasure in your throat, with your boyfriend's name on it.

“Shit, baby…” You're almost crying, leaping on top of him.

“Don't stop, mi dulce… I'm gon—gonna fuckin' cum…”

You're not. You want to feel him, speeding up your moves. By his heavy breathing you know pretty well he is on the edge, bending over his chest looking for his tongue. Kissing him, your hands lead his straight to your ass, slapping it again before squeezing it and helping you to go deeper on your pussy.

“Fuck, daddy… cum inside me…”

“Shit, how di—did you c…”

“Daddy… My daddy”. You gasps somewhat exhausted while he pushes you with non-stop.

“Beg for it, mi dulce… Beg for your daddy's cum”. 

Rolling over the mattress, putting your back on it, Angel thrust his cock faster with a hand wrapping your throat tightly.

“Oh, fuck…” You sob with your legs trembling a little more than before. “Fuck, daddy… Daddy, please… Cum inside me, I deserve it, please…”

“Yeah, babygirl… Daddy is gonna… make you feel full. Only your daddy Angel, you hear me…?”.

“Only you, daddy, but… fuck… please cum inside me”.

You catch his lips between yours, kissing him dirtly exploring his whole mouth with your tongue. Your boyfriend is out of air, moaning into your mouth when he feels the lash of heat hitting his lower abdomen, filling you with his seed and feeling how it spills down your thighs when he pounds you again, pressing his body against yours as much as he can. He holds it inside you, looking at your eyes burning in lust. Every time he bites his lip, your heart jumps, doing it as he pushes you a little more moving your body above the mattress some inches.

“Angel! Fuck!” You cry out, making him chuckles between some gasps.

“Fuck, mi dulce… You feel so good… so warm… so tight. Your pussy is suffocating me… so fucking much… shit, it feels so good, I swear to god”. He mutters exhausted, touching your lips with his.

“Hold it just a little more, please…”

“All the time you want, mi amor… This cock is only yours… Only for you”. 

Crossing the clubhouse' main door sounds easy, but it's not. Your holding hands with Angel, carrying the helmet in the other. He looks at you for a second, leaning towards you to press his lips with yours. You know everything is going to be okay, even so you can't help but feeling a little terrified. 

“What's'ap, bro?” 

The guys receive you and, by the emotion on their faces, you realize that Angel probably told him. Finding your father stepping out from the Templo, followed by Taza and Tranq, you try to look calm.

“Buenos días, princesa”. He says practically ripping you out of Angel's arms, to hug you closer.

“Buenos días, papá”. You mutter a little nervous.

“Yo, Bish… op… Bishop. My bike. Is okay”.

“Yeah, it is”. He just say, holding you against his chest.

“How did you kn—”.

“I know every fucking smell of my daughter, pendejo. I ‘made’ her, remember? I've been taking care of her since she was fucking born”. Your father is pointing at him with his forefinger, again, showing his overprotective and jealous mood. “And you use that… fucking cologne that has a strong smell”.

“Dad, please… stop”.

“Listen to me, princesa. Si este pendejo te hace llorar, lo ataré al techo y le arrancaré la piel pedazo a pedazo. Después, se la haré comer”. (If this asshole makes you cry, I'll handle him from the rooftop to rip off his skin, piece by piece. Then, I'll make him eat it).

The whole group could have heard Angel swallow. But then it seems like heis reborn like a phoenix. Grabbing you from your father's arms and placing a hand on your waist.

“Look, Bishop. I'm not gonna fuck this up and I don' give a shit if you like or not. I love (Y/N), and I'm gonna take care of her”. You're freaking out, along with the crew. And God, he's so hot in that mood. “So, no matter how hard you try, she's my princ—”.

“Finish the sentence, and I'm gonna bury you alive, motherfucker”.

Taza is making a sign to end the conversation behind your father. Not this road, Angel Reyes. Don't ride this road. Obispo is lower than him, but he has his balls so fucking high.

“Mi hija, mi princesa. Don't you dare to cross the limit, Angel”. Your father is facing him, with his chin raised up. “I don't give a fuck what you do with her, when I'm not close. Unless you hurt her. But I'm here, and you're gonna fucking respect my rules”.

“Okay, dad, eno—”.

“Shut the fuck up, no one is talking with you, querida”.

Frowning, you know it's your time to set off the fire. Grabbing your father's kutte, you pull him outside of the clubhouse, while he continues threatening Angel in the distance. You lead him to the warehouse, closing the door behind you. 

“I'll fucking bury him, if he tries to call you again ‘princesa’ in my presence!” He shouts at you.

Here he is. Your jealous father. The most jealous man on earth. 

“Ok, dad, we all get it”.

“Don' fucking joke with me! You don' know how painful this is”.

“What the fuck, dad…?”

“Seeing you spending more time with him than with me. I understand it, you're growing and all that shit. But one day you will say ‘goodbye, I'm moving’ and I'll see you one or two hours every… I don' know how much days”.

“Okay, dad… calm down”.

You notice that your father is having a panic attack. Quickly, you help him to sit on a metallic box, kneeling close to him and taking off the kutte to undone some buttons of his shirt.

“Dad, breathe, okay? Breathe…”

He tries while you hold his hands, leaving some kisses on the back of them, until he starts to do better.

“You will always be mi rey, the one and only love of my life… okay?” He just nods with his gaze away from you. “There's no man , and no woman I could love more than I love you, you hear me? And I will not… limit myself visiting you just one hour every day, in the case I move on. And if I do… it will be in a lot of time”.

He doesn't say anything, sitting you on his lap and resting his face on your chest, closing his eyes, trying to keep calm.

“I hope you fucking used a condom”.

“Did you?”

“... I don' think so”.

“See, dad? Family business”.

“I'm gonna fucki—”

“Papá, te amo”.

“Bu—”.

“Shut up. Don' fuckin' ruin the moment”.

[sunset-novice-writer]

Pinky Promises |Bakugou Katsuki x Reader|

Hey guys, the long-awaited PInky Promises Part Two. It’s finally out guys, not going to lie this is long. I think I will cut back on this, possibly to make it part four. Despite it being a bit of a wait, I hope you all enjoy this! 

Taglist: @blackgirlanimes​ @songbird-writer​ @rattycakes263​ @lady-bakuhoe

Without anymore delay from me. Here is the Part Two of PP!

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 Frustrated,  Katsuki released another displeased growl as he paced back and forth in his room. He wanted to talk to you outside your house that night, but he heard your sobs. The sound cleaved him in two, guilt seeping into his very soul.  Deep down in his mind, he could move toward you to apologize, but he hated that it engraved his stubbornness into his very being. He knew that it would be easy to say those two brief words that would make this all better, but his pride and stubbornness would only end up botching them. 

However, the teen didn’t have a lot of time to mull over things. He wanted to convey to you how he really felt,  because today was the day you’d be leaving for an entire year.  

Why did it have to be so long, anyway? How could your parents just dump you like that and not care?  

Only silence answered his questions, making him feel more irritated further than he already felt did before. Your actual parents didn’t have any sense for giving you up. Katsuki thrusted his fist out to relieve his anger that seemed reasonable at the moment.

To him, you were his own walking, talking source of happiness, your smile erasing all of his anger and woes. It saddened him to think about your goofy ass smile disappearing for a long time, leaving him with nothing but a space in his chest. It made him want to seek you out, to just hold on to you and engrave the look of your smile and what it made him feel into his bones. 

Now, that very smile -the one that soaked his dreams in honeyed delight when his nightmares threatened his mind. You might get swept off of your feet by some shitty extra.No one was worthy of something so special except for  Bakugou himself.. It left a bitterness swell inside his chest. Countless shitty ‘what ifs’ piled up inside of his mind, causing him to stop his pacing. 

“Arrgghh! Screw  this shit!” He cursed. Why was he letting these weak thoughts run rampant in his mind? Weakness was the one thing he didn’t stand for in his life, so why was he letting it consume him now? Bakugou knew exactly what he wanted from life; to chase after his goals, to beat all of life’s challenges, and to find a partner tray would accept him and treat him as their equal — which was you. 

 Then thinking about the hurt expression on your features when he said those stupid words to you, it made him realize that he didn’t deserve you. All his bravado made him pause, closing his eyes to calm himself, wondering why he didn't say something in that moment. 

He never admitted openly whenever he did something wrong—He brushed under the rug while a threat dared anyone to mention it. Instead, with you he didn’t mind if you expressed your anger at  him. You just walked away from him instead of saying something which unnerved him to no end. It made things feel all that heavier for Bakugou, like he realized. That this would be his last chance to tell you how he felt. All that he wanted to express did not match up because he lashed out instead.

Yes, he could admit it damn Deku for getting in his head space. He wasn’t man enough to at least  say that he was in the wrong, even if it was directly to a person's face. Katsuki glanced at the photo he kept on his dresser with you in it. A goofy ass smiling lifted your lips upward hugging him close to you, yet he hated how he got so flustered that day.

Still, he couldn’t help it; you were just too damn soft for your own good and that perfume that suited you only added to the problem. “Damn it, I  just wished I could take back what I said to her.” Bakugou huffed to himself. He pulled out his phone to glance at the screen, checking for any messages from you. To his surprise that was not a single text, or missed call appeared on the screen of his phone from you. 

Should I really text her something? No, I can’t do that! I have to say it in person…

He gripped his hair in annoyance, letting out another huff with a scowl shaping on his lips. No, that would be useless. He needed some way to make this up to  [Y/n], not a text message when he  messed up so bad. You probably thought he would not show up to say goodbye given how cold he’d been. It was a fair point to make. Now he had to listen to that damn  Deku lecture him about how he wasn’t being considerate.

That’s the last person he wanted to give him to give his fuckin’ two cents. While Katsuki got involved deeply in his thoughts someone came into his room announcing themselves. 

“Hey, Bakubro!” A voice called out cheerfully, causing  Katsuki to narrow his scarlet eyes into a glare, not happy about the intrusion. Why did that hag let that shitty hair come in? He wasn’t in the mood to see anyone at the moment he groaned; he didn’t want to hear his loud ass voice right now.

“Shut up, idiot!” Katsuki growled, his hand coming down in a karate chop on Kirishima’s head.A yowl in pain escaped Eijirou who came to bring his hand to rub the bump on his head. 

He winced, rubbing his bump, glanced at the blonde giving a sigh himself.” Geez, I was coming by to see how you doing Bakugou. Why did ya have to hit so hard,  man?”

Ignoring the shitty hair, he did not have time to hang out with this dumbass he needed to figure out how to clear things up with [Y/n]. “Bakugou, you need to man up, like seriously.” Eijirou’s brow knitted in a frown, his voice filled with concern for his best friend who’s glare deepened in his direction.

“Dumbass! I don’t need your help.” Katsuki's eyes flashed in defiance, his tone furious  mixed with an unfurling, unrelenting stare demanding he didn’t continue. His worrisome opinion wasn’t he wanted because this was something he needed to fix himself. 

“What good is lying to yourself man…” Kirishima shook his head in disappointment, he placed a hand on his shoulder turning him around to face him. In reply, Katsuki smacked his hand away from his shoulder, hating that even this goofy idiot was using his brain.  An idiot giving him advice that was sound, though where had this Eijirou been all the time they were in school-maybe he was just having a moment.

“I know my [Y/n] wants to see you before she leaves.” he stated truthfully, he visited you along with Deku and the others just as your family was getting ready to depart. Your eyes looked so sad that you didn’t see Kastuki there among everyone. Kirishima gave him a hard look when he scoffed at his answer to [Y/n], but not that hard to tell he liked her by the light flush on his cheeks.

“It’s none of your business Kirishima.” Bakugou scowled, he wanted to see you though that sad expression clenched at his heart, as he stopped for a minute his eyes widening for a second.  Your flight  didn’t  leave for another hour, wasn’t it? He hoped that you weren’t preparing to head off early, not yet he needed to see you.

“I thought she wasn’t taking an early flight?!” he shouted at him. Eijirou eyes widened in surprise to see Bakugou’s shocked expression, and another string of curses escaped his mouth. Nothing would keep him from seeing his dumbass, not mention were you down in the dumps by what he said. You left early because of what he said to you. A thought unnerved him, making Katsuki wonder if you would even come back.

“Shitty hair we are taking your car to the airport.” He pulled Kirishima by the collar of his shirt, dragging him out of his room hurriedly. Damn him if you left without listening to what he needed to tell you. At least he would tell you what he needed to last night from the argument that transpired between you.

“All right, all right, Bakugou!” Kirishima chuckled at his friend, as he grinned a little feeling it was about time he faced up to his manly feelings. [Y/n] would be in for one heck of surprise, though he hoped you both stopped dancing around each other.

“Stop grinning, dumbass!” Katsuki glanced at the redhead with a goofy-looking grin on his face.Kirishima just grinned wider causing the blonde to roll his eyes at the antics he was displaying. 

“Manly displays of admittance ain’t shameful-” Kirishima started, his eyes gleaming with admiration. He got a fist hitting him in the head. One thing was for sure, he wanted to make it before he lived with regret--regrets were something Bakugou Katsuki would never be subjected too.

He’d be damned if you left without hearing what he needed to tell you.Katsuki never could face the denial of his feelings for you, not wanting emotions to impede his own goals.

Katsuki was in love with [Y/n]. He just hoped he wasn’t too late to tell you his genuine feelings; his time was slipping through his fingers. The seconds were slipping away so he couldn’t waste time.

Just wait for me [Y/n]... I’m not letting you leave so soon, dumbass.

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A grand farewell party memorable send off with your friend’s is something you wouldn’t forget.[Y/n]  headed out for America to meet her biological parents. You knew that your hope in thinking Bakugou would be there made you hopeful. No one had heard from the explosive blond at all as most of his friends tried to reach out. It still made you feel like nothing until you got that stone wall of his stubbornness to see sense. You maneuvered through the crowds that filled the pack airport your parents walked with you. 

While your parents went to get the tickets together you set your gaze toward the enormous glass windows.  The morning had already ended to cascade a beautiful sunset across the sky that was a spectacular view for you. A stunning view that didn’t uplift your mood..At least you would have your memories of this place  with all your friends, though something deep down inside you couldn’t left of being unfilled.  A few moments away from going across the world to meet people you barely knew.

I should be excited to do this, but how come I can’t stop thinking of Katsuki?

That was  the most prominent that he would not show up. It’s not like you needed to dwell on the possible because when your friend wanted to be stubborn, that was it.You spent a few moments shifting through music between text messages from your friends.. They wanted to see how you were doing while you waited to board your flight, and you always found the group chats to be full of interesting banter.  You were currently in one right now with Izuku, Mina, Ochako, and Denki. 

They had been trying to cheer you up since Katsuki was a no show at your farewell   party.You were currently reading the first few messages that appeared in the chat, as you seemed to miss  some of the conversation that transpired. Apparently, there was a lot you were missing  about the conversation, so you read through the group chat. At least this would keep you entertained while your eyes scrolled through the conversation.

Acid Queen:

I can’t believe Bakugou! He should have at least came to say goodbye to [Y/n].

Green bean:

I know Ashido… -_-; Kacchan has always been stubborn, and I’ve got a pretty good hunch he’s at home angry at himself.. 

You weren’t really trying to think about Katsuki at the moment though in the beginning the conversation seemed to start that way. Your eyes drifted toward though Ochako’s comment made you interested to know what she was talking about.

Gravity-Hime

I think it’s obvious why Bakugou’s like that. ^-^ I’m surprised no  one has really figured it out yet.  But, I can’t really talk.heehee

Frogger Girl:

Like how you have a crush on someone in this cha--”

Gravity-Hime;

Tsuyu, shh! It’s a secret this not the chat for that >/////<

Greenbean:

Wait a minute...crush? Who is it---

Acid Queen:

Let’s get back on topic guys! Back to our Atomic tempered friend here.

Pika-Thunder:

Aw, now I wanted to know what that was about.  What a way to ruin the fun Mina. v-v

Acid Queen:

Shut up, Kaminari! 

This is not the time. We got more important matters to discuss.

Like how to get him too--Oh, shit!

The conversation was becoming entertaining for you to read you found your curiosity peaked. What had  they learned about Bakugou, which you didn’t already know? You hoped to learn about the topic further until Mina’s outburst led to the reason for the name that entered the chat. It made you understand the cause for concern which everyone was scrambling to typing fast.

Explosive King and Rockin’ Riot have entered the chat.

You clung to your phone staring at the screen debating whether you should watch what he says. Or let your nerves take over to just close the screen out altogether? Screw it, you went with the latter to read the comments since Katsuki joined the chat.

Explosive King:

What are you shitty dumbasses talkin’ about?

Green Bean:

W-what a surprise Kacchan..um how’s it going?

Pika-Thunder:

Hey Bakubro!

You missed the party with [Y/n]! It was so much fun, man.

Acid Queen:

Hey, Bakugou, Kirishima! It’s about time you guys showed up!

Explosive King: 

Stop calling me that,idiot!

Damn, Deku.

Rockin Riot:

Were a little busy guys!

Our Bakugou has finally man’d up another level--

Explosive King:

Shitty hair! Stop. Fuckin. Talkin. 

You wondered what they were busy with at that moment you noticed Bakugou exit the chat. Your eyes scanned with the comments from Mina, and the others wondering what Kirishima would say next. Since the blonde was no longer in the group chat—he probably was reading the conversation before he arrived. You got interrupted before you could read the message that got sent in the group.  A sudden grasp on your shoulder startled you out from the beeps and the buzzes of the chat notifications.

“[Y/n], it’s time to go sweetheart,”she smiled at you softly in return and you gave a bit of a sigh. You stood up to follow her toward the gate while slinging the strap of your backpack over your shoulder. Heading your way to the line filled with more people that planned to take the same flight, you spotted your Dad saving the both of you a spot in line.’It will be quite a while before I see this place again.’ Your thoughts dampened a little walking alongside your mother until you both were next to your Dad.

Your father ruffled your hair a little, giving you a reassured grin trying to lift your spirits.  “Don’t worry [Y/n],”his voice cheerful, wanting you to think about the positive.” It will only be for a year. Who knows? Maybe Katsuki will be here when we come back.”

Shaking your head with a laugh, you gave an amused smile at your father. “Maybe you’re right? Somehow I wonder if I would rather get pranked first, old man.” You said sarcastically, you  still hope that maybe you’ve got the outcome you wanted. The line moved once more, turning your eyes back forward, getting lost in your thoughts again. Once you got on that plane you would be too far away to face Katsuki--he seemed too busy to bother to call you. 

Perhaps, thinking it sounded better to not stress over someone who you never understood, or you thought you had a good grasp on your entire life.What you could not fathom was a loud young man’s voice screaming through the airport.

“Dumbass!!,”You knew that loud gruff voice anywhere, your eyes widened in surprise.

Everyone in line at the terminal jumped a little at the outburst while you were too busy trying to find Katsuki, he was the only one who’s voice could command that level of volume. Deep down, you wondered if it was him though another part of you sounded like an idiot for doubting that much.

“I know you can hear me, [Y/n]!”he called out once more while sending a few curses along his way in the crowd.”Move out of my way you shitty extras!”

Yup, that indeed was your Bakugou all right you tried to blink back tears that wet your eyes. Before your parents could stop you your feet moved on their own accord, making your way through the line to get to him. You wanted to see him. You darted out from under the rope barrier following the sound of his voice. he sounded far away. If he kept on shouting like he had been you would be there in no time.You felt your heart thud wildly in your chest in excitement filled with an eagerness to see those sharp scarlet eyes, you’ve missed. Your feet started moving once again moving toward the middle of the spacious area shifting your eyes to dart around the airport.

You wondered just how far Bakugou was from you moving your gaze to take a gander around the area. In hopes you find him when you didn’t you picked  up your feet to run once again bobbing and weaving through passerby's. While on the occasions giving short and quick apologies when you bumped into someone. A shuffle in the crowd broke apart a little at a time, making you catch a fraction flash of ash blonde hair.

You panted a bit out of breath from your sprint standing for a moment. While your lungs regained some oxygen lost.You walked closer while the crowd parted for the snarling angrily at the people who got in his way.

“If you don’t get out of my way .I’ll blow--” You felt nervous at those words Katsuki uttered. The last thing you wanted was airport security to drag him off. For his outburst threating to blow someone up. Nothing would impede you seeing him, so you thought about going with expressing your genuine feelings.

“Katsuki, I love you!” you confessed rather loudly. A blushed stained your cheeks with eyes staring at you, not at all missing the choke sputter that left Bakugou’s mouth. Things happened slowly around you both while the crowd around you naturally parted a path way for you to see each other.

That’s when you saw Katsuki not too far away from you to finally lay your eyes on bright red eyes. The pink flush touching his cheeks due to your expression laid vividly on his face with Kirishima grinning like an idiot. You noticing him walking toward you wearing a scowl on his face. You caught him staring at you which you moved to walk forward until you both stood in front of each other.

“Bakugou, I--”You started to say though you got cut off quickly by him.

“Idiot, I heard you already.”He hushed you his face still sporting a blush he grabbed your hand he added on.”If you’re gonna confess like that, use my first name then, [Y/n]”

He glared at you though you noticed it was softer than his usual ones.Katsuki sent Kirishima look telling him to go do something else.The redhead waved to you both before giving a thumbs up to his friend. You smiled giving him a nod, you wanted to ask him what he was doing here. A good hunch made you think better on asking him that instead waited for him to speak. 

He sighed deeply to himself running his free through his hair. Giving a glare to the noisy onlookers who abruptly shifted their gazes away from you both. 

“Look, I didn’t want you to leave without apologizin’“He admitted. You noticed that he stared back at you.His hand squeezing your own.”I realized I was a dumbass.”He begrudingly stated hating that he called himself an idiot. 

You let a amused smirk touch your lips.” Pretty much, yeah.”

Katsuki scowled at you giving you a warning,”Don’t get cocky! This is a one time thing, princess.”

You shook your head at him of couse he was bound to sound overconfident. Hey, that’s what you loved about him.”Yes, sir.” You saluted him, your voice holding a tiny bit of sacrasm though it was playfully.

“[Y/n]..”You looked at him stopping  your little teasing. When his voice turned serious all of a sudden.His hand jerked you a little closer to him where you felt his breath brush against your lips. It was his turned to smirk watching your face shift to a scarlet contrasting the skin tone of your cheeks.

“Yes..?”You inquired. You wainted for him to speak watching his eyes change to a gentle expression something you’d thought you never witness in all your life.His arm came to wrap around your waist to bring you close to him in an embrace.While his pinky finger came to hook around your own in the start of a pinky promise.

“When your stuff is done over in America...”He started to say before pausing to get the right words out. You saw his brows knit together a bit in frustration.You knew he wasn’t the type for the mushy stuff though the grand gesture he mind meant more to you than he would ever understand.

He felt irritated try to convey what he meant not being the words kind of guy. “I love you too,dumbass,”he spoke bluntly to you making you lift your lips into a dorky grin.”So, you better promise me you’ll comeback.”

You responded by squeezing your pinky around his you answered.”It’s a pinky promise, Katsuki.” Your smile brought back that flustered expression.He scoffed, looking off to the side he would not have you outdo him.

“Oh, I think have something better to seal the deal, [Y/n].” He grinned at you, making you blink confusion. A tug of your joined pinkies pulled you forward, making you press your lips against his own. Your first kiss with Katsuki was unexpected, though you weren’t complaining.

You flushed a deeper scarlet; you felt yourself melting in against him, somehow he surprised you which you never understood after all  you didn’t much care as you enjoy soft kiss you shared.

“This is so manly...Congrats, Bakubro.”

Kirishima was sniffling manly tears in the background. While everyone else in the airport awed and cooed at the new couple.

Your pinkies never came undone from each other while you kiss continued. A pinky promise would become a precious memory.It started your relationship with Katsuki. You planned on keeping your promise to return.You would come back to the boy that stole your heart. 

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Welp that is it for part two guys!!! I hope you all have enjoyed this there might be another installment. I really appreciate all who have read this one shot series. I apologize in advance for the OOCness within the series.

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[saltnhalo]

written for @amirosebooks for my 2k follower giveaway <3

They’d known, in all their planning and their weighing of pros and cons, that there was a risk. Dean just… didn’t think it was a risk that they would actually have to worry about.

And yet here he is, standing at the entrance to the rift, a gun pointed at his head and a pair of very familiar hands holding that gun.

“What are you?” the man growls, and Dean cannot blame him for being wary. He would be too, if someone like him had showed up out of a glowing tear in the fabric of reality.

“I’m you,” he says simply, raising his hands to show that he is both unarmed and unafraid. “I’m from a different world. A different universe.”

The man just blinks at him. His gun doesn’t waver, and Dean can’t blame him—he wouldn’t buy that explanation if he was in his position, either. Just his luck that out of all the places the spell could’ve spat him out, it just fuckin’ happened to be right here, right next to the only person in any universe who’s just as wary and cautious as he is.

Himself.

Other-Dean gestures with his gun towards the building to Dean’s right, and it’s not hard to interpret that message. If he resists, Dean’s going to become Swiss cheese quicker than he can say ‘don’t shoot,’ so his only real option is to comply.

He’s led inside, down a series of twisting corridors, and they end up in what Dean can pretty quickly identify as some sort of rudimentary panic room. Wherever they are, other-Dean and his people have only just started rigging this place for use, but they’ve still got strong cuffs and a whole range of shit to test him with.

As other-Dean presses metal against his skin, splashes him with holy water, tries everything he knows (Dean knows this because it’s his knowledge too) to prove that Dean isn’t who he says he is, Dean just steadily holds his gaze. Finally, finally, other-Dean seems to admit defeat.

“Fine,” he mutters, dragging up a chair opposite Dean’s and dropping into it. He leans forward, elbows resting on his thighs, and makes no move to take the cuffs off Dean. “You’re not anything that I can test for, which I hope means you’re not bullshittin’ me. I don’t feel like becoming a monster’s shish kebab tonight. So what the hell are you here for?”

Dean twists his lips up in a quick, bitter smile. Is he always this annoying when he’s interrogating people? Other-Dean looks a couple years younger than he is right now, that’s for sure. Hopefully that explains it. “I’m looking for Cas,” Dean tells him, already impatient to cut to the quick of all this. Every second here is a second he’s wasting. “Fucking idiot got zapped somewhere, so now it’s up to me to go find him, I guess, which is why I jumped over into your universe.”

He laughs, somewhat humorlessly. “Gotta say, it was a bit of a surprise coming face to face with myself, that’s for sure.”

Other-Dean smiles, quick and cold and with not a single shred of sincerity. “I can’t imagine,” he quips. “And c’mon, you expect me to believe that? Cas is a big boy, he can look after himself. Like you’d go running off after him just because he disappeared for a bit.”

Something about that sets off alarm bells in Dean’s head, but he can’t quite put his finger on why.

“I went after him because—“ he starts, but he never gets a chance to finish.

The door to the panic room opens, and in steps Castiel.

He should be the spitting image of the Castiel back in Dean’s universe, Dean’sCastiel, but… he’s not. He’s just different enough to be unsettling—no toaster iron burn on his knuckles, or little curl of hair behind his ears that he keeps simply because Dean thinks it looks cute.

Yes, he’s still Cas, but he’s not the right Cas.

Even though he’d mostly expected this, Dean’s heart still sinks.

And then Castiel makes his way over, standing stiffly beside other-Dean’s chair, and Dean realizes that that’s not the only thing different about this universe.

Fuck. He clenches his left hand into a fist and hides it between his knees—he knows himself, but he doesn’t know other-Dean, and both of those factors mean that it’s probably a very good idea to keep his wedding ring out of sight right now.

Because while he and Cas got over all their stupid hang-ups a long time ago in their own universe… it’s clear that these guys haven’t. Not yet, at least.  

Other-Dean looks up at Castiel, and the corners of his eyes soften, just for a second, as they share a look. Married or not, so much information passes between them in that moment. Is this what it looks like when I do that with Cas?Dean finds himself wondering.

And then other-Dean turns back towards him, and the moment is broken. “Because?” he prompts, eyebrows raised.

The sentence that Dean had been halfway through when Cas had walked in comes back to him all at once, and he mentally curses himself out as he scrambles to think of a believable lie. Somehow, he feels like ‘because he’s my husband’ might not be his quickest way out of this situation.

“Because he’s my best friend,” he finishes lamely. “I’d do anything for him.”

Both other-Dean and Castiel stare at him for long time, and Dean is acutely aware of the fact that he’s being sized up, the truth of his words weighed. He does his best to hold his ground, resisting the urge to fidget in his chair beneath the two pairs of eyes. He’s not lying, just… bending the truth a little. He hopes they see that.

Finally, other-Dean says, “Give us a second.” He stands up from his chair and turns away, Castiel following him a handful of paces away. With their voices lowered, they’re out of Dean’s earshot, but he still manages to glean plenty of useful information.

Like the way Cas stands too close, and how other-Dean leans into it instead finding his own space. They talk with their heads bowed close together, words soft and lips barely moving. Dean catches other-Dean’s eyes dropping to Castiel’s mouth at least twice.

Perhaps they’re not far off marriage after all, he thinks with giddy amusement, pulling nervously against his cuffs. Or least admitting how the fuck they feel. It took me and Cas long enough, though.

They must eventually come to some kind of agreement, because Castiel nods his head, and other-Dean gives him a quick, soft smile that Dean recognizes as one he only ever gives to Cas. They make their way back over, and this time, Castiel is the one to speak.

“Your Castiel is not in this universe,” he says, and god, it’s a relief to hear his voice again, but it’s still just not quite right enough to make Dean ache for hisCas. “I would have felt a rift open as I did for your entrance, but yours is the only trespass I have registered.”

“But we’ve agreed,” other-Dean cuts in, “that you’re telling the truth, and you don’t mean us any harm. So we’re letting you go.”

Oh, thank fuck.

~

They don’t take the handcuffs off Dean until they’re back outside. He can’t help but watch other-Dean and Castiel as they escort him out, smiling faintly to himself as he recognizes all the little signs of two people who obviously have feelings for each other but are just too fucking idiotic to realize. Now he understands how Sam had felt, all that time.

“Alright,” other-Dean says, unlocking Dean’s cuffs as Castiel works on opening a new rift with the same spellbook that Dean recognizes from his own universe. It’s weird to see him with mojo again. “Cas is gonna send you back through to your universe, and we never want to see you again. I’ve had to come face to face with myself way too fucking many times, and I’d really like for this to be the last.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Dean says drily, flexing his wrists now that they’re finally free from the cuffs. Castiel gets the rift open, and other-Dean steps back.

Cas hadn’t been here, but now they can cross one more universe off their list, and Dean will keep looking.

He will always keep looking.

Right before he’s about to step through the rift, poised right on the very edge, other-Dean speaks.

“Hey, congrats on the ring, by the way,” he says, gesturing to Dean’s left hand. There’s a slightly wistful look on his face. “She must be quite something, if she could get us to settle down.”

Quite something. You have no fucking idea, Dean thinks.

“Yes,” he agrees quietly, looking over at Castiel where he holds the rift open. “He is.”

And then he steps through the rift, and disappears.

[mythykl]

UNSPOKEN,, *todoroki x (f) reader

Genre : fanfic, smut *aged up* (shoto is imagined to be 21yo or something,, and reader as 19yo)

rating : explicit, NSFW, 17+

Warning : fingering, oral?? todo is pretty horny overall. starts w a pretty intense bg story, so you gotta read through all that to get to the good stuff. cool.

words?? idk, it’s pretty lengthy tho.

our todoboi is a pretty lovin’ bf in here.

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“I’m really sorry for yesterday, Y/N. I-I did’n-”

You clench your fists as you sit on the couch beside him, and interrupt, “Whatever it is- save it, I don’t blame you to begin with. I-I’m just mad. I’d spent almost a week for that chapter, to give justice and bring perfection in what I wanted to put across to the readers. Well- its not even about the time; I had thought through it so much, and atlas thought of typing it out yesterday- I mean- whatever crap that I had even written, I was proud of that- until,, your ignorant ass decided to show up in the room and fuckin’ switched off the computer assuming it’s already logged off, o-or whatever. You could’ve at-at least- fuck-” yup ya ass is livin’ in the worst nightmare of a writer, stay steady

You of course cried, and even threw a tantrum for an hour or so once you realized what had happened. But primarily, you were just mad- mad at yourself for not saving that damn file, and even at him cuz ofc. 

Todoroki certainly didn’t take it well, since he is sad at present, and can’t even look in your eyes. He apologized multiple times since last night and had even prepared a breakfast for you before leaving for work; on the other hand, you haven’t even answered to his appeals yet with clarity.

Out of the blue you just cup his cheeks, making him instantly look up- at you, and then get up with an audible sigh, “Go get ready, I’ll prepare our dinner by then.” That gesture somehow took him aback. 

He gets up instantly and blurts out in confusion, “I d-didn’t expect you to prepare a dinner for me, and on top of it- wait for me so we can have it together. You should’ve ate already, it’s almost midnight.”

You turn back to him, walking towards him to hold his hands, "I honestly don’t know what to reply. My heart- just thought it is the right thing to do that; one mistake isn’t enough to just hate you all of a sudden, Shoto. Moreover we are talking about this, it’s not like you’re being arrogant or things are left unsaid- and you’re genuinely sorry. I can see that in your eyes. I’m just- I don’t know. I’m depressed a bit- yes, but it can’t be helped now. I need some time to think, maybe.” 

Little did you know that your kind words pricked him like thousands of tiny needles against his skin. He loves you, and however seemingly ‘small’ mistake this might be, he hates himself for hurting you- the person he loves so dearly. He thinks of his mother, his complicated family life- which had made him seemingly unemotional. You were one of the people to break through that forged cold wall. He had finally accepted you as his reality than his mere escapism and live with you, but here he is- bringing tears and fueling anger in you, like a good for nothing- just like his father.

After a slight pause, he just busts his arms open and pull you close to him, in his warm embrace, “What did I possibly do to deserve such an angel?” He almost whispers in his beautiful voice.

An angel? 

“So talented, pretty, wonderful, real and warm. Remember. I love you. No matter what. I always will. And I respect you- your passion, interests, talent, likes and dislikes, freedom, strengths-weakness, your work, happiness- everything. Throw all the tantrums you want and cry all you want- more than just agreeing and being there for you- I’ll always make sure I understand you first. I’m sorry for being so ignorant lately.”

It may seem as if he’s crying, but he’s not. He said all that with a tough stance and gratefulness in his tone, a faint disbelief of having you as his significant other. While you just stood there, in surprise. You aren’t oblivious to his past and his journey through it. Is he blaming himself? or Is he again thinking that he doesn’t deserve happiness?- you’re at the loss of words and a mind fumbling all over the place. You simply subside the chaos, and hug him back. 

“We’re definitely working, Todoroki. Understanding each other more than just being in love- something that many fail to do. Isn’t this great?” You at last blurt out.

“Yes. I guess,” he says as he detaches himself from you, “I’ll be right back- until then, read what I’ll send you as you have dinner. Gonna sound stupid of me- but I already had dinner at office. I assumed that you’d not prepare a meal for me and- would be asleep by now as well.”

“Wow icyhot, I’m mad at you even more now,” you say playfully as you walk towards the kitchen.

“I-”

“Save it. You would be saying that for the millionth time now,” you chuckle as you grab your phone, lying on the dinner table.

Before serving your food, you decide to see the text, only to find an attachment with a rather strange message- ‘Hey, here’s an headcanon for chapter 37, that I wrote. Enjoy.’

Wait-

Headcanon??

Wait did he- read your wattpad book? And moreover, came up with a theory to what might happen in the ne- next chapter.

Nice. jk. Ofc you lost your shit

For the sake of getting back to senses, you legit do the deep breathing shit- which your therapist always recommended you to do.

Now what?

You serve yourself some noodles instantly, since you don’t feel hungry anymore, rush to the dining table and start chomping on the cold noodles as you open the attachment.

What made you almost throw up was that the mention of word counts. Which is 3k by the way, though no where near how much you usually write.

Shoto is definitely not the kinda guy to have read any wattpad books, or more specifically even have come across the word 'headcanon’.

He probably noticed how you mention it as well at the end, but decided to put it in the beginning,, for god knows what reason?? Or, he did decide to go through the fanons- which your readers’ posts on tumblr. This eases your nervousness, you clearly urge for more.

You swipe down, reading furiously fast, yet scanning every word and sentence- atleast twice. The chapter, honestly, was mediocre. He had ideas but couldn’t put them across- with excessive repetition of words, but he is almost close to-

“Honey, are you done?” Todoroki’s voice almost scares you. You look at your bowl ready to grab another bite- but you had already finished the meal.

“Earth to Y/N. Don’t tell me my words were that mesmerizing,” he says with a smile as he rubs his hair with a towel.

“Let’s be honest, though you don’t have the talent of a writer, your idea was- kinda similar to mine. What I’m sayin is that you almost. GOT. IT. RIGHT. Well, kuro did spy on KAORI’S house that unfaithful night, and he didn’t have any sources as such, which does mean that he is hiding his real quirk- but, no- I’m not telling you more than that.”

“Since you already know that I read all your chapters, and did like the book- I certainly can’t wait to understand why KURO would possibly do that.”

You just smirk off his curiosity; “You gotta wait boy,” you say as you as you walk back to kitchen counter with your bowl. Todoroki marches behind you to grab the cleaning cloth to clean the table, as you do the dishes.

“Put that towel in the washing machine, please.”

“Yup,” you almost feel an ounce of happiness in his reply. After he closes the machine’s door, you at last ask, "So what are your thoughts?“ It has never been one of you expectations for the people to you read your books or even, praise you for writing, but a review wouldn’t hurt, would it?

"Uhh- well, I love how everything is now just coming together, as one can foreshadow that the book’s gonna end. The use of words was elegant, and the plot is bewitching. Has been a while since I even read anything in thriller, that too- this good. Fuck. Reading kaori’s point of view just the day before the murder was- unbelievable. And characters, they all are just great.”

That is indeed a Todoroki kinda explanation. 

“Wow you did read all of tha-” but before you could complete your statement, shoto just grabbed your hips and stood tall behind you, now speaking in an extremely low tone, “And not to mention- the first sex between Kaori and Braun, it literally was like the depiction of ours. Except, they were awkward and slow, we weren’t.”

You pause. what took over him all of a sudden?

He continues, “That gave me a whole another perspective to what sex really means, and moreover what intimacy mean to you. It was.. surreal. Reading it, was as if- I’m living through that afternoon again, but with more emotions, and a bit more of you.”

“It’s not like I’ve explored much to actually wri-”

 “Oh, is that so?”

“I’m not complaining, of course, but these are the moments I believe must be left to cherish and our intimate times just feel more- sacred to me like this??” Sigh, “Ugh. Now, how do I explain?” Well, that is true, even though Todo and you’ve dated for almost two years now, it was just four months ago that you lost your virginity with him, on your nineteenth birthday. 

He had already lost his with the previous girl he was with. Though he never implied, it felt as if you were obliged to do it for him, due to your own insecurities. Once he got to know that, his reaction was nothing as what you had thought. He said that he loved you, and such things are nothing related to love; that sex is overrated, and continued on saying dorky yet adorable stuff like- cuddling was much better and what not. Since then, you had sex with him just thrice. None of you were really against this unspoken agreement, to not have-

Wait, an unspoken agreement?

Unspoken.

You instantly feel like an hypocrite, since you had just claimed to have nothing unspoken between you both.

Sudden a sharp pain in the skin of your neck brings you back to reality. Shoto is sucking on your skin, kissing ever so lightly. As if marking you.

An audible morn escape your parted lips as the bowl just falls on the kitchen sink. Todoroki leans forward and simply closes the tap and whispers, “So you do like to be 'submissive’, don’t you? Had this discovery while reading one of your books, 'Starless nights’.”

The exact book for which you had to watch vintage porn to make the chapters with intercourses more sensual and intresting.

Again, taking you by surprise, he simply turns you around as you continue stare at the ground with your hands wet, in front of you like dog’s pow.

“So I assume you liked my headcanon.”

“Yup; was much better than the crap I write, let’s go to-” but you’re interrupted-

“Now baby, we both know you’re the better writer, and that you just lied.”

“That was sarcas-” but he just pulls you closer and spanks you hard. You hiss as the pain spreads all over your butt cheeks.

“Never interfere, Y/N.” Wait wut-

Your immediate reaction was biting your lips- is he saying the words from the book? Not exactly inacting them but attempting to set a similar atmosphere, which you lowkey craved for in your wildest dreams.

“Since I’ve anyways taken this unspoken, unofficial oath of keeping you happy and stuff, now why not help you with some satisfaction- with all those juices flowing down your-”

You suddenly push him back and blurt while blushing hard, “Stop with this teasing and aw- awkward co- conversations todoroki! Fuckin’ juices, seriously? I’m not co- comfortable with-”

But then, you notice his right hand in your shorts. Or more like the sheer coldness against you clit, almost like there’s ice against it. When did his hand go in there? You end up clenching his T-shirt, as you jolt up on your toes.

“You. Clearly. Want. This. Don’t. You.” Suddenly, he pulls his hand out as he grabs your ass tight as he pulls you even further. Then, he brings his hand up to the height of you face and simply starts stares at the dampness on his fingers, “Wetter than I suspected." 

Now behold the unbelievable.

He keeps staring at his fingers, opens his mouth as he places his fingers into them and suck it as you watch this piece of art in awe.

"Can’t believe that I had you like- just thrice before this. You do live up to what I usually call you, honey.” He continues, “I hope you’ve noticed my creativity as well, as i used my coldness to.. nudge it.”

“You’re being quite quirky today, aren’t you?” This statement just makes him go still, and the next second he’s found laughing. His deep voice, almost reverberating in the silent room. He steps back, brings one hand to his face as he looks down and continues to laugh. The mere sight of him in this way gives you so much warmth, this is the moment you realize that this is the true home. With him.

When he finally looks up, the mere sight of you blushing so hard makes him lose his composure again, but this time it’s a nervous laugh. 

Approaching closer, you set your hands on his torso and continue, “That was quite execrable pun to chortle at, we were doing excellent just now-” but in reply, he simply cups his hand around your cheeks and say, “Shit y/n. You’re going to be the death to me,” and continues grinning like an airhead.

Why is he being annoying now? After so much sexual tension, how can he stop? In midst of you cursing yourself in your head, he leans at your height and kisses you.

Finally being out of patience, you look at the ground and stutter, “Ca-can we do i-it al-alrea-”

“Quite frankly, I’d like if you stay quiet, you shall take what I’ll give you, right?”

You look up immediately into his beautiful heterochromic eyes and say without any further doubts with a smirk, “Go ahead, Shoto, who am I to deny?”

“Sedective. umm, I like that.” he smirks too.

“Know that I love you,” and that’s it. Within one second, his hands are in your hair and his face is buried in your neck, digging deeper into you, as if uprooting releasing your soul from your body.

Skin glistening on your collar bone now and colours warming up on your cheeks, you whimper under his dominance, as he squeezes your waist and lightly nips against your shoulder. You shiver, with pretty evident  goosebumps, in spite of the heat you both bear at this point. 

Your breath gets hitched in your throat as he moves inwards below your collarbones. while his hands rest on your waist. You involuntarily climb a bit on him, intending to close the gap, but more to feel his manhood against you. Your hands firmly on his shoulders, almost pushing him back- maybe because it’s too much pleasure to feel at once. 

At another rise of your hips, Todoroki places his hand on your waist and pushes you back down, “Easy, easy princess,” he mummers before getting back to fiercely kissing me. You run your fingers through his hair, as you body slowly commences to accept an indeed new experience bombarded at you. 

Suddenly, you remember something. In heist, you shove him back and say, “Wait! We need to wash our hands- I- I mean we have just did chores. Well, at least partially and I need to wash myself- I mean I’m clean,” but then you stop to look at him just to find him in utter shock. 

“Shoto! I mean I want this but hygiene is impor- fuck. I’m. Such. A. Boner. Killer. Ain’t I?”

“Point made.” Todoroki picks you up in bridal style and rushes towards the bathroom.  for some reason i thought of adding this,, lmao

“Wait what-?”

“No time to waste.”

This makes you giggle a bit. You wash yourself while he as well washes his hands, and you practically pull him out of the bathroom, grab him by his collar and kiss him deeply as his hands slowly move up and down, feeling your torso- flesh untouched due to s mere knit. 

His hand unapologetically moves to the hem of your sweater, and further inside; but within one move of his, you stood there shivering, exposed. 

Immediately, you move forward in order to close the distance between you and shoto out of nervousness. His eyes drop down to your heaving chest and you’re painfully aware of that.

“Don’t. Don’t hide,” he mutters, grabbing a hold of your hands and locking them behind with one of his own for you to stay still; as he slides his other in your shorts. You feel his gentle hand running down the slit.

“Honey you’re dripping wet, what have i done to this innocence?” It seems that he expected a reply, but you didn’t. You just couldn’t. He then pulls the other hand to you face, diving in for yet another passionate kiss- accompanied by a battle of tongues this time. You are going breathless, but he refuses to move away.

The creasing in your folds level up to three fingers now,. He isn’t generous anymore, with aggressive circles in there, he finally commands, “Say my name.” 

“Sho-shoto.” Your moans only fuel in his lust and desires, his want, an indeed selfish want to have you all for himself, to offer the utmost satisfaction.

He pushes a finger into you as you instinctively let out a small breath hold his busy arm with both of your hands. This makes him push you against the wall with his free hand.

“M-my legs, it’s going numb,” on hearing this, he removes his own shirt and slightly repositions himself, with one hand now on the waist and the other back in there. He kisses your forehead as you look down, unable to keep up with his pace.

That’s when the coldness returns.

 “I- ah- can we ge-get to the bed first?” Your stuttered words only results in a widened smile from him. He is enjoying the sight, clearly in love with the effect he has on you. His head shakes, further sliding another finger inside you, “You can do it baby. You’re taking it all in without questioning.”

You nod quickly, as you start climb up a bit again. In return, he slowly curls his fingers- more and more with each passing second making you almost cry out this time, “Please n-no, this is too intense for me.”

“Yet my princess didn’t make Braun stop after that, I read in somewhere that Kaori secretly wished for him to not stop even if she said so. Just go on.”

You didn’t know how to come back at it, because it is true. You want your Shoto to push those limits you’ve set for himself, and you’d as well be fine if he simply throws off you cliff at this point. 

“Now now, spread your legs y/n.” 

Did he say something? You couldn’t listen. With eyes rolled back, you can’t comprehend anything to begin with.

“SPREAD YOU LEGS or else I won’t play nicely.” You’re eyes shoot up, and find his already searching for yours; before leaning in and gently kissing you. Your legs not being shut anymore, todo takes the opportunity, making his finger get stuffed deeper. His two digits start moving faster and harder, pounding against your walls- all while he feels you squirm to slow down.

“You can take it hun’,” he definitely knows what he’s doing, and you’re totally in for it. “Y-yes,” you moan softly. This is when he slides in a third finger, now really making you scream.

You attempt to gasp and struggle to stand, but then he says,”Stay,” as you unknowingly slide down the wall. Your nails dig in the skin of his back as you try to stable your stance on your tip toes yet eventually, your legs give out on you.

Suddenly, you feel him hit a spot which just pulls something inside your stomach. Todoroki on the other hand, notices your unusual hitched breath and starts hitting the SAME. EXACT. SPOT.

His free hand goes to the back and around your waist, holding you evermore tightly so that you won’t hurt yourself.

“I feel- like that- again-,” you manage to blurt.

“Like what?”

“Like pe-peeing, b-but different. Just like th-the last time we-”

He simply smirks, “We what?” He sighs and growls in your ear, “Is princess gonna squirt for me?”

Your body shudders against him as you moan his name, again and again, “Shoto, I-I-”

“That’s it. Squirt for me y/n,” with that he removes his hand entirely for one second, only to push two digits inside again, now thirsting harder and curling tighter; with his thumb against you slit. His hand grows even more colder, almost stinging down there, making you restless. 

“Now.”

He watches you open your mouth and moan loudly, as his hand only gets wetter, feeling you squirt against his hand. You shake hard in his hold. He doesn’t let you go. A tear escapes you eyes, but simply doesn’t seem to care,”Shoto, for some reason I-I feel s-so great wi-with yo-,” but you are interrupted as he shoves you further against the wall , sliding down your shorts and undergarment, again with three fingers in.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises you while curling those fingers inside and then removing them together. He further continues, “seems like you’re ready,“ as he rubs the wetness inside the slit, giving special attention to your clit.

Saying that, he kneels down, now facing lower abdomen and plants a kiss over there. You simply look down at him, still struggling to balance, searching for even a slightest hint to know what is there to come.

Maybe he’ll stand up an carry you to the bed? or How about making him feel better this time?

But then, his face smashes his face on your dampness; almost attempting to bury in it as he holds you up and pushes. your legs apart. You clearly know where this is going, todoroki will be showing no mercy whatsoever.

"That wasn’t even the start honey,” he confesses in midst of you moans and begs for him to go slow. It doesn’t hurt anymore as much as it gives an unbearable form of pleasure.

You moan and whimper, yet he continues to suck in your clit. You can feel a finger inside, or maybe two, as they go in and out. Practically shattering you all at once while fusing you once for all.

Your hand travel its way to his hair. Ruffled enough to make the red and the white parts almost indistinguishable.

Oh dear.

Though your eyes are close, hands are fumbling around for support and legs are strictly held in place by Shoto, yet you can feel his tongue moving. As if in patterns, not that you could figure out. It either went in for an eight or just licked off entirely as one does while eating an icecream. You moan his name again and again, the same sensation building up block by block as he paves deeper and denser.

“I can’t take this anymor-”

“What makes you think that’s gonna stop me from eating this pussy.”

Little do you know that shoto can’t hold back anymore, it’s not just that he is in control but he has lost control. At the sight of your dark flushed red cheeks, delicacy and vulnerability, he only gets faster and tougher on you. His other fingers reach around and grips your ass, with his fingers slightly grazing across your unused hole.

That’s it, that was enough for you to go stagnant again, in your mind atleast. Your legs start shaking, with your mouth parted yet again. Shoto quickly stands up, with fingers still inside, to help you stay stood up. You feel yourself about to pass out, but in actuality are fully awake and aware. He kisses you, now moaning with you as well, as he fingers you until you cum.

His teeth take in your lower lip as your eyes flicker up at his unmatched ones.

Shoto, with one hand against the wall, halts for a minute. He stands tall in front of you, while holding you as you struggle to stand.

In midst of huffed breaths, you manage to say, “I- I, I mean- can I make you feel good as well?” On listening thise words, he goes still, “Baby, you can barely stand.”

“Still-” but again, before you could say anything, he picks you up in bridal style and dropping you on the bed; letting you lay back while he removed his left over garments.

This is when his erect manhood is finally exposed, refilling your memories of your first time when you had simply wondered how would you take all of that in. You did, though it was painful. But this time you refuse to be scared by the length, you know this is going to feel the best and you’re willing to take him in, deep inside you.

Shoto sighs and walks to the bed, “No-”

“Shoto?”

“Tonight is about you. Let ME explore you.”

“I wa-wanna hug you,” you blurt out.

He giggles, “sure, all that my y/n wants shall come true.”

But when you attempt to get up, your legs just fail to response. Even the slightest movement feels like a bolt of electricity run through you. At the sight of you falling back on the bed, Shoto simply smirks and says, “By the looks of it, I think I did a pretty good job at pushing your limits.”

“Don’t- I can’t even walk.”

“Wait,” he climbs on the bed beside you, sitting with back against the headboard while you lie against him, still breathless, still attempting to move.

“Don’t move princess,” saying this, he carefully pulls you up, with your head on his thigh. He helps you sit up slowly, while embracing your body against him, and finally hugs you, like a child clenching onto his teddy favourite bear.

“You are so beautiful,” he says as he gets up, while eyes glued on you. He moves to the end of the bed and pulls you towards him as he climbs in again. His two digits reenter your dampness, almost making you hiss at first but it’s soon replaced with moans.

Your back arcs as you mumble, “Sho-shoto, I’m very sensitive ri-right n-now. ah-”

While on his part, he receives it as a signal to level up to the next stage. He slowly penetrates in, soon pacing up. Warmth filled in your hearts and sweat glinting the lustre. He repostions you both a couple of times, giving you different forms of pleasures with each go. 

You as well witness his fire quirk leaking out at times. He kisses you deeply and claims you as his own as he repeats the words, “I’ll never let you go.”

Now it’s past 3am, as your exhausted bodies lay next to each other; that’s when he whispers, “I love you.” Maybe he thinks you are already asleep, but you are not. He clearly can’t leave anything unspoken.

i hope this has left you baffled 

[mummybear]

The Sinners

This Is Day 12 Of Roleplay May

Words: 3155

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Rough Sex, Spanking Teasing, Blow Job Under A Desk, Sex On A Desk, Edging, Orgasm Control, Roleplay, So much dirty talk..... Think that’s it.

Characters: Priest Dean, Priest Sam, Nun Reader, Unnamed Priest, Friend Of John’s (George).

Parings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: The Winchesters and the reader are called to investigate murders at a church, but when Sam solves the case before Dean and the reader leave. What will they do? Now that they finally have a little alone time, will they take advantage of the situation?

This was some of the hardest and most strange acting you’d ever had to do since you’d started living with the Winchester brothers, maybe even since you’d first started hunting. But here you were, walking around this massive beautiful church, taking in every one of the locals who looked on respectfully. 

Sam had quickly found out that this particular church had recently been remodelled, although if you would’ve shown up before checking, that would’ve been immediately obvious. Which is what had led the three of you to to easily conclude what had probably angered the spirit after such a long time.

You were dressed as one of the sisters, blending in surprisingly well, trying to remember everything you could from the film sister act, since that was the only form of reference you could call to mind. The brothers had sent you in a day ahead of them, they were due to turn up at any time now, joining as two new priests.

Turning the corner and you take another set of steps down, heading down to the dungeon where people were known to have seen the ghost. Dean was certain that the ghost was most likely to have been a bishop, who had died here in the late nineteen hundreds and whose body had been discovered in the basement. Things had become increasingly serious lately, ending up with two nuns and a priest being murdered in the basement, which is why the three of you had been called by an old contact of John’s, George, since he had known something was seriously wrong. He was someone who’d assured you that this wasn’t just some made up ghost sighting. 

Your hand hovers over the iron blade, which is hidden just under your skirt, with the gun holster that you have fastened to your thigh. The door slams closed behind you and your heart starts beating wildly in your chest, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you carefully pull the knife free and you whirl on the closed door.  But there’s nothing there, you can’t be sure but there’s every chance it’s the ghost. Adjusting your grip on the knife, you slowly walk a little further inside.

The musty smell hits your nose stronger the deeper that you go, holding your arm over your mouth and nose as you walk while keeping a tight grip on the blade. Then you reach the final chamber of the basement, proof that way back in the day this place had been a torture chamber of some kind. There were thick chains and shackles hanging from the walls, thick and dark blood still visible on the surface. There were also signs of blood on the floor still, from the bodies that had recently been found.

Beside you was a large sturdy table, with a few dusty books and piles of papers on top. There were a few old and broken windows on the floor, that were leaning against the wall. Your distraction is short lived, when you hear something that makes you stop in your tracks.

You hear heavy footsteps behind you, echoing off of the basement walls, causing that shiver to roll through your body all over again. When you turn this time your knife is poised to attack, however the person behind you is faster and catches your wrist in his hand and tuts.

“I think you need to work on your aim there, sister” 

There’s no mistaking that voice, hearing it every morning you wake up and every night you go to sleep. Grabbing your knife from your hand, he flips it skilfully before handing the handle back to you and you can almost hear the smirk on those plump lips. His torch shines in your face so you have to squint a little, but the light quickly moves away shining on your body.

“Glad to see you could finally make it, father Winchester.” you smirk up at him, licking your lips when he leans in closer and your back hits the cold stone wall behind you.

He looks fucking amazing, you had no idea this was a kink of yours, not until Dean was stood in front of you dressed in it. 

“I was doing a little research last night and I found out a very interesting little fact about the murders that have happened down here in the last month.” Dean reveals keeping his voice low.

“Oh yeah, what’s that then?” you ask quietly, feeling him press his body closer to your own.

“So get this, turns out the priests and nuns around have been getting a little too familiar. Sexually,” he grins wiggling his eyebrows, you can’t help but laugh at the massive dork in front of you.

You have your own idea of where this is going but you play along anyway.

“Really? Well I can’t say I blame them father.” you practically purr, slipping your hands inside his jacket, letting your fingers glide slowly down the thin black fabric covering his firm chest.

Dean’s smirk grows as he bites into his bottom lip, “Is something on your mind my child?” he asks with a slight change in his voice and his free hand not holding the torch gently grips your hip.

Licking your lips you nod slowly, looking up into those gorgeous green eyes. 

“Yes, there is. All of last night I had some very impure thoughts about you. I may have even let my fingers wander.” you answer seductively, feeling his grip tighten as he growls your name in warning.

“Such a bad little girl. I thought we had this conversation last week, you don’t touch what’s mine, especially when I’m not there. Did you come?”

His question takes you by surprise, even though you probably should’ve expected it. 

“Yeah, I did. Made sure I moaned your name though, just like I do every time, even if I did have to be really quiet about it.” You smile cheekily, knowing that you’re pushing all of the right buttons when he drops the torch on that large table beside you and his hand pushes under your skirt.

“You’re fuckin’ killin’ me here sweetheart, you wait until I get you home.” Dean groans, brushing his fingers over your wet but covered slit. You roll your hips against his hand as his lips just barely brush yours, “it’ll take a little more than a few hail Mary’s to save you here, safe to say you’ve earned your spanking today, don’t you think sister?” 

“Whatever you think is best. You are the boss.” 

“It’s a shame you didn’t think about that last night really sweetheart.” 

Feeling his phone vibrating you slip your hand inside his jacket and pull out his phone from the pocket, unlocking his phone you smile, humming under your breath. You look back up at him and show him the message from Sam. “Looks like we have some free time baby, perhaps you should just punish me right now,” 

Gripping your jaw roughly he presses a firm kiss to your lips, your hands fist in his jacket when he pushes your panties aside and two of his thick fingers slip inside your opening. 

“I want you to meet me upstairs, in that empty office. But first, I’m gonna get you close and you're not gonna come, are you?” 

“No father, I'll do whatever you want,” you gasp as he curls his fingers inside you and drags your bottom lip between his teeth.

He chuckles in the back of his throat releasing your lip, “of course you will my dirty little sinner. Maybe you’ll finally learn to do as you’re told.” Dean grunts when you move your hand over the bulge in the front of his pants. Kicking your feet apart. his fingers speed up and he adds a third, causing your begging whimpers to fill the echoing space around the pair of you, you cling to Dean tighter when the heel of his hand rubs perfectly against your clit.

Your chest is heaving and your blood is pumping hard in your ears, “Dean, please stop.” you whine desperately, feeling your pussy starting to clamp down around his insistent fingers. 

“Pretty sure you can do better than that, can’t you sweetheart? I dare you. Give me even more reason to spank that ass red.” he growls as your head falls back against the wall, fighting every single part of you that’s desperate for release.

You cry out loudly when he finally removes his fingers and you slump against his chest, hearing the lewd sounds he makes sucking his fingers between his lips, licking and sucking your slick from the thick digits.

“You’re lucky you’re so fuckin’ sexy. Now, be a good girl and meet me upstairs and I might let you finish.”

You lean back against the wall to support yourself, when he finally releases you and grabs the torch, throwing you a quick wink he leaves the basement. Your head is spinning, only Dean had been able to wind you up this way. His voice always drove you almost as mad as those skilled fingers of his, not to mention his perfect thick cock which always had you begging him. You were nervous about doing this, but the excitement by far outweighed your nerves.

The minutes tick by and you regain your breath and readjust yourself, quickly exiting the basement. You slowly make your way towards the office Dean had told you about, smiling politely and nodding your head at the other sisters who pass you, doing your best not to show that you were rushing.

You see him sitting at the desk when you start making your way towards the room, he looks up as you walk in and you meet his eyes. 

“Father, I heard you wanted to see me,” your voice is so innocent and quiet, Dean has to suppress the groan that’s threatening to leave his chest.

“Yes I did. Please, come in sister. Close the door behind you,” that filthy smirk on his lips is the polar opposite to how his voice sounds. Bowing your head you do as he asks and lock the door behind you. “Skirt up. Spread your legs and bend over my desk for your punishment.” he instructs you, keeping his tone even and his voice quiet.

You can’t help but smile, when you see the pile of stuff he’d quite clearly swept off of the desk as soon as he’d got inside the room. You watch him as you pull the skirt up your legs slowly, until you have to ease it over your ass and up around your waist. Seeing him stand from the chair and walk around the desk, you bend over the cold wood and spread your legs, hands gripping the other side when you feel his large warm hands smoothing over your ass cheeks. 

“Forgive me father,” you whimper, hearing him groan behind you when he squeezes your ass cheeks roughly.

“Oh baby girl, this will help. How many do you think? Is ten enough?” he rasps voice much rougher than before, all you can do is moan into the table, feeling the arousal shooting straight to your core. “Answer me, you know the rules!” Dean demands, as a hard smack connects with your skin. 

You manage to muffle the scream of surprise behind your hand, not missing the chuckle that it pulls from the man behind you. “S-Sorry father,” you whimper as your grip on the table tightens, “Whatever you say is right. I trust you,” you breathe out shakily, dropping your forehead onto the table as the second slap comes down just as hard on the other cheek, pulling a shaky moan from your already parted lips. 

Dean quickly rips your thin panties from your body and tucks them into his back pocket.

You cry out against the wood, rolling your hips back into his hands, the next three slaps are against the same cheek, just as hard as the first. Your whimpering his name as his hand smoothes over the tender skin. You can feel yourself sweating against the table, stomach clenching and your pussy fluttering around nothing. He quickly evens out the slaps on your other cheek, three hard slaps coming down in quick succession on the other side. You have to stop yourself from clamping your legs together, when his fingers slip easily between your dripping folds.

“Such a good girl for me baby, look at that sexy ass. So fuckin’ pretty, all red for me baby.” he groans loudly. Your ass feels like it’s on fire in the best way possible, every nerve ending in your entire body is at attention. You’re so close already, with the way that he’s been edging you and you know he knows it. “You doin’ okay baby?” Dean asks gently, bending down to press his lips to your ass.

“So good, so good Dean” you whimper breathlessly.

Your entire body clenches and your eyes squeeze shut when he slaps your pussy, nowhere near as hard as the ones on your ass but it feels amazing nonetheless. Quickly followed by another sharp slap, which almost makes your legs collapse beneath you. 

“You did so good baby, so fuckin’ perfect.” he praises you, pressing gentle kisses to your skin, his tongue running through your sensitive folds.

There’s a knock at the door as Dean helps you up from the desk and presses his lips to yours, “Under the desk, i promise we will finish up as soon as I get rid of them,” 

Sighing you lower your dress and slip beneath his desk, whimpering when the heels of your feet press into your tender ass. Hearing the door unlock as you get as comfortable as possible.

Dean takes his seat at the desk, careful that when he pulls the chair in he doesn’t hurt you. 

“Come in,” he calls just as you get an idea, sliding your hands up his thick thighs and you quickly unbuckle his belt as the door opens. 

Dean’s legs fall open and his muscles tense when you unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper.

“Father Winchester, I’m sorry to interrupt. I was told you might know, I was just wondering if you’d seen sister Y/N, she seems to be missing,” the young priest asks nervously, as one of Dean’s hands slips beneath the desk and pushes into your hair.

You tug his pants and boxers down just enough to release his thick length, holding back the moan when you seal your lips around the head of his cock. 

“As far as I’m aware she had to leave. Family emergency,” Dean explains quickly, biting his lip when you take him as deep as you can.

Dean’s fingers tighten in your hair when you start to bob your head over him, sliding easily up and down his length, enjoying the way that his free hand is clenched around the arm of the chair. “Oh, my apologies sir. Sorry for bothering you, I’ll leave you to your work.” 

Dean realises that he suddenly doesn’t trust his voice, with a stiff nod of his head, he holds up his hand and the young man leaves. 

The second the door closes, Dean pulls you up from the floor and presses a rough but chaste kiss to your lips, “Fuck I love you,” he groans standing from the chair.

“Love you too baby, we should do this more often,” you grin, pulling your skirt back up around your waist, loving the way he licks his lips watching every bit of new skin that’s revealed to him.

When Dean pushes you back, he lifts you, dropping your ass carefully onto the desk. Pulling you right to the edge, he lines his cock up with your entrance and slides right inside your wet heat. Your legs hook over his hips as you lean back on your hands. 

“Just might have to take you up on that sweetheart,” he groans watching his cock slip inside you and back out with every slow thrust of his hips.

You throw your head back as your climax starts to build all over again, “Fuck, so close” you whine, as your lips part, “Have I been a good girl father?” you question behind your moan, as Dean slams back inside you.

“Oh you’ve been such a good girl for me sister, let it go when you're ready. Come all over my cock,” Dean growls, feeling your pussy clench around him, your whimpers slowly getting louder.

“Look at me,” he finally demands, as he picks up a more brutal pace and his hand presses over your mouth. You look at him breathing hard and fast behind his hand. Your entire body shivers, your eyes start rolling as your body aches and arches. 

You scream his name behind his hand, sweat covering your clothed bodies. Your entire body shaking as you fall apart around him. 

Dean pulls your shaking body against him and your arms wrap around his neck, your forehead drops against his shoulder, clinging to his back tightly. Dean pulls your legs higher, those strong fingers digging into your thighs and you know he’s getting close, hips are stuttering and his grip on you is unyielding. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, my dirty girl. Gonna make me come.” Dean moans loudly against your shoulder, teeth dragging across your skin.

You press your lips to his ear, “You make me so wet Dean, come on baby do it, fill me up.” you pant breathlessly, as your knees dig into his ribs. Dean whimpers, his grip on your thighs tightening when he finally lets go and his orgasm hits him hard, his hips slow down. 

Neither of you wanted to let go.

Then Dean’s phone starts ringing again. Finally Dean pulls his softening cock from inside you, a whimper falling past your lips as you sort out your clothes, already missing his touch. 

“Sammy, calm down!” Dean laughs quietly, nodding although the younger man can’t see him, tucking his cock back in his pants, you help him do them up as he continues to talk. “Yeah, we’re on our way. Okay, yeah. We’ll see you soon,” Dean replies, before hanging up the phone.

“He’s panicking isn’t he?” you ask with a smile, your breathing finally returning to normal. 

“Oh yeah, big time. I am the big brother right?” he chuckles, watching the way your smile only grows, “Filthy fucking mind, you have.” Dean grins, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“Right, I’ve got the dirty mind father.” you smirk, sliding off the desk with a pained whimper. “You’ve got a lot of ass kissing to do when we get home Winchester, literally.” you warn him playfully, straightening his collar and brushing down his jacket.

“Oh with pleasure sweetheart, now let’s get out of here.” Dean winks, unlocking the door, with you following dutifully behind him.

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