#wrote this while waiting for my clothes to finish drying

[theshadowrealmitself]

At all times I’m thinking about how Dani is different from Vlad and Danny

Like Vlad’s the ghost of a friend you lost touch with, still technically alive, still technically there, but he haunts your memory, like he can’t move on from the past (and neither can you, that’s why you never picked up the phone and called him, was it guilt? maybe, but you know either way you never would’ve reached out first)

Danny’s the ghost your kid who you don’t understand anymore, he haunts your house, drifting in and out of doorways, he looks like your kid, he sounds like your kid, but he’s,, different. changed. (more guilt, your fault again, it was your portal that keeps doing this, you know he’s only different because he went through something you’ll never experience, but you keep causing)

But Dani? you don’t know Dani, she haunts nothing, she isn’t lingering here, a bitter reminder of something that used to be nice, she’s new, and sudden, and she’s loud, and excited for life (there’s no guilt, but oddly, you still feel like you caused her in some way)

[keikikait]

ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ (ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

this is part 2 of my previous fic, which you can find here

for my other gojo smut, click here!

pairing: gojo x f!reader (not au, gojo is 29, reader is early-mid 20’s)

word count: 2.5k

summary: you’re home from your teacher retreat to nikko, ready for the new term. what you’re not ready for? gojo to come home to you. 

warnings: (FOR THIS PART) SMUT - 18+ ONLY! MDNI, dom!gojo and sub!reader, protected sex (pill, not mentioned but its there) degrading (he uses the word slut), hair pulling, nipple play, spitplay (bye….), light edging, finger/thumb sucking (don’t look at me), use of the words [cock, cunt, and tits], slight oral (f receiving), a bit of angst & a bit of mean gojo, nickname use [baby, pretty girl, doll], no use of y/n

a note: i know i said this would be out next week but it was my day off so i wrote it all today. this is less angst, more smut, but i can’t help myself so there is some angst. also, im sorry i made gojo such an asshole, i promise that he will get better! part 3 will be out soon my loves.

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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Your eyes are already open when your alarm goes off. 

You didn’t sleep at all. There was no point, even after you finished crying your head hurt too much to sleep, even with some painkillers. You laid there, wide awake all night thinking about Gojo. Did he think of you, too? You turn the alarm off and slide out of bed, your slipper-covered feet shuffling as you make your way around your apartment. 

You brush your teeth and look in the mirror. Your eyes are puffy and swollen, mascara smeared down your cheeks. You pop some spoons in the freezer to cool as you clean yourself up and get dressed. Your phone sits untouched on the bedside table, still plugged in.

You sit on the side of your bed, pressing the now cold spoons against your swollen eyes. You take deep breaths, trying to relax. You had every right to be upset, after all. Gojo has no reason to string you along, whispering sweet nothings in your ear at night about how you’re his girl, his doll, his everything. But that’s exactly what that was. Nothing. Maybe, you think, this is some kind of karma. Some sort of punishment for your arrogance, for thinking you could have what everyone else wants, Gojo, and here—at last—it was.

You put on some de-puffing undereye patches that you keep in the fridge and clean your entire apartment spotless to distract yourself, music blasting from the phone in your back pocket. You finally throw out that dead fern you got as a gift from the school board when you first started, and you finally clean out your fridge of the now moldy condiments you tried once on a whim. You’re washing dishes when the front door opens and, suddenly, Gojo steps inside. He had opted for his dark blue circular sunglasses today, an odd choice for the winter but you didn’t mind it. “Hi,” you say, surprised, pulling off the bright marigold gloves and setting them on the side of the sink to dry. For a second, you think about the absolute state of your eyes. The swelling and puffiness had gone down, and even though he had never seen you cry, you think about the fact that even if he noticed your eyes he wouldn’t care enough to ask questions.

“Hey,” is all Gojo says in response. You wait to see if he says anything else, or if he is going to try to explain himself, but he doesn’t, and eventually moves across your apartment to head to the bathroom. You hesitate before you make your way after him, passing his duffel bag on the floor of your closet, which was unzipped and filled with enough clothes that it was clear that he was going to stay for a while.

You feel pathetic admitting it to yourself but having Gojo there — not just in your apartment, but in your room — feels nice. He doesn’t speak to you yet, but his very presence steadies and refocuses you. As grateful as you are that he came back to you, you are also a little disappointed in yourself, by how dependent you are, how weak. Who were you without him?

Eventually, he faces you, peering at you over the top of his glasses. “Hey, pretty girl.”

You swallow hard, willing yourself to be strong, to finally confront him about all of the false promises and the date with Himiko, but you can’t. Not yet. “Hi, Gojo.”

He smiles, reaching you with just one step and collecting you in his arms, wrapping them tightly around your hips. He leans down and kisses you, for the first time in almost nine days, and you feel yourself giving up, giving all power to him.

After a few seconds, he pulls away, smirking. “I missed you. I’m sorry that I didn’t come home last night…I got carried away.”

You’ve noticed over the past eleven months (yes, you kept track) of your situationship that he uses that term a lot; carried away. He uses it when he gets a little too handsy during the free periods at work and when he stares at you a bit too long during staff meetings. He uses it when he forgets to call or text you and when it seems like you’re the last thing on his mind. Maybe you are. 

You smile, shrugging. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just glad you’re here now.”

He grins, gently running his hands up your back, lightly scratching his nails against you, making you shiver. “Of course. I always come back home to you.” He bends at the knees and picks you up, carrying you the short distance to your bed before laying you down and climbing on top of you. Excitement fills your body as he leans down and starts placing soft kisses along your neck. You arch into him, whining and tugging on his sleeves, and he chuckles. “Relax, doll. Quit acting so desperate. You’re not in charge here, remember?”

You feel drool pool in your mouth and you quickly swallow it. “I’m sorry, Gojo, it’s just that —”

He interrupts you, sliding his thumb into your mouth to shut you up. “I know, baby, I know. You went eight whole days without my touch and now you’re acting like a desperate little slut,” You nod, hoping he won’t tease you this time. He smirks at the dumb look on your face before saying, “Open.” You do, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out a little. He pulls his thumb away and draws back briefly before spitting into your open mouth. You swallow it without his command. You know what he likes.

He grins, kissing your lips once more before kissing down your chin and neck, slowly sliding off your t-shirt. You whine and squirm under him, and after he pulls your shirt off he clamps his hand over your mouth. “Shut up. If you keep whining, I won’t fuck you at all. Is that what you want?” You shake your head vigorously, that’s the last thing you want. He removes his hand before continuing, “Good. Don’t speak unless I tell you to,” You nod, relaxing into your sheets as he kisses down your chest. He pushes your bra up over your tits, groaning as he squeezes them in his hands. “Fuck. I missed my girls.” You would normally scold him for objectifying you, but at this moment you didn’t care. You wanted his hands on you, and you wanted his dick inside of you as soon as possible.

He takes the sunglasses off and brings one of your nipples to his mouth, lightly brushing his lips against it to tease you. He sticks his tongue out and drags it along your nipple in circles, loving the way your thighs fall open and the little sounds you make. He finally, finally sucks your nipple into his mouth, pinching the other one hard just to feel you squirm. He rolls your bare nipple between his fingers while he lightly nibbles on the one in his mouth. Your head is spinning, and all you can do is tug on his hair as he teases you. He lets go of your nipple with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting it to his lips. He picks it up on his finger and rubs it on your face just to humiliate you.

He kisses down your torso, tugging down your pyjama bottoms and tossing them onto the floor. He kisses your thighs as he pushes them up and against your chest so you’re nice and spread out for him, just as he likes. He notices the wet spot on your plain blue cotton underwear and smirks, rubbing at it with his thumb. “Someone’s eager, aren’t they?”

You take it you can respond to him now. “Fuck, Gojo, please! Please stop teasing me, I already went eight days without you.” The whine in your voice makes him feel so big, so powerful. He barely touches you and you’re already crumbling at his feet. Maybe he should keep you there.

He makes that condescending tsk tsk tsk sound that normally annoys you, but now you can’t help it and you whine and squirm even more. “You’re so desperate, baby. You can’t even handle a little teasing?” He presses his thumb right against your clit, the wet spot spreads even more. “I guess you do have a point, though. I haven’t made you cum since we left for Nikko.” He kisses right above the hem of your underwear before pulling it down, the blue fabric now dangling around your ankle. He moans, pushing your legs back even further and spreading your cunt. 

He spits directly onto your pink little hole, watching as it mixes with your juices. In this moment, you’re his. You’re his everything, his girl, his doll. In this moment you actually mean something to him, when you’re spread out and begging for his attention. He runs his pointer finger down your slit, collecting some spit before dragging it back up to your clit and lightly circling it.

You almost cum on the spot. Days of pent-up horniness and teasing and you’re as sensitive as ever. You bite your lip, looking over at him with nothing but love and affection in your gaze. “Please, Gojo. Please don’t tease me. I don’t know if I can handle it.”

He gets comfortable, moving your thighs over his shoulders as he lays down on the bed. “You’ll take what I give you. Don’t disappoint me.” He circles your clit with his finger one last time before leaning down and sucking it into his mouth. You arch your back, your hands finding solace in his hair as you writhe and moan. He moans at your taste, gripping your hips hard as he gets lost in your cute little cunt. You grind against his face, and he lets you, loving the feeling of your clit against his tongue. He teases your hole with his fingers, sliding his thumb in as he swirls his tongue around your clit in circles. You clench up tight, mumbling praises along with I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum! before he pulls away completely. He laughs at the noise you make, and at the way your face contorts and tears well in your eyes. He slaps the inside of your thigh before standing up and unbuttoning his pants. “Oh, come on. Be a good girl for me, okay?”

You move up on the bed, your back supported by your pillows as he climbs over you. You’ve seen his dick a lot, more times than you can count, but the sheer size of it always surprises you. Thick and long, slightly curved to the left, with a pretty pink tip to match. His balls are big, too, full of cum and practically begging to be in your mouth, which waters as soon as you see it. 

Gojo looms over you, pushing you onto the bed as he slides in between your legs and gets comfortable. He rubs his tip against you, getting it nice and wet so you don’t struggle with the size as he fucks you, at least not too much. In a moment of pure intimacy, he reaches his hand up and rubs his thumb against your cheek, looking at you with an almost adoring gaze. You go to say something to him but all words escape your throat as he pushes his cock into you. You both moan in unison as he slides in and out slowly.

“God,” he groans, leaning down on his elbows and getting right in your face. “I missed you so much, baby. I know I’m such a dick to you, I just can’t help it, you look so cute when you’re angry…fuck, you feel so good.” He isn’t vocal in bed very often, and your heart swells as you get to watch him come undone and make such pretty noises as he does. 

In the heat of the moment, you forgive him. You know you’ll probably regret it, but you can’t stay mad at him when he’s looking at you like you’re the only woman in the world for him. Your smile is cut short by your moan as you manage to say, “It’s okay, Gojo. Please just stay here. Stay here with me.”

Gojo nods, propping himself up on one flat palm as his hips pick up speed. Normally he loves foreplay, he can tease you and edge you for hours, but the time spent without you in his arms and without you wrapped around his cock was too much to bare for him. He knows he fucked up, but he can’t take it back. He’s Satoru Gojo, and he has a reputation he needs to uphold. He’s all run, and you’re all fight, and that’s part of the reason why he feels so drawn to you.

He looks at you, moving to his elbows and reaching up to grab your face and pull you into a kiss. He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, biting his lip as his hips move even faster. He drops back down to his elbows, your chests pressed together as he shakily moans, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, doll, I’m gonna cum.”

You nod, pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck as you cum around him, clenching down on his cock. He buries his face in your neck as he cums after you, cumming inside of you, like he always does. His breathing is ragged as he lays there, his cock twitching inside of you as his cum spills inside. Gojo eventually moves away from your neck, some of his hair matted to his forehead, slick with sweat. You push the hair back and smile at him, kissing his forehead gently. Even if he didn’t love you, you still loved him. And you think you always will.

He pulls out, immediately getting you a towel splashed with some warm water as he cleans you up. He’s gentle with his aftercare, making sure you’re comfortable, and collecting your water bottle from the living room. You pee before getting dressed, laying with him on the bed. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, pressing your face into his chest, and sliding his hand into your hair. He holds you there for a while, your breathing in sync before he leans down and kisses your forehead. 

Gojo puts on a cooking show to watch on your TV, setting the remote aside as he holds you close. He strokes your hair, and your mind starts to drift, and you wonder if he cares about you in the same way you care about him. Are you not good enough for him? Is there something wrong with you? Are you not what he wants? Are you not what he needs? You wake up every morning, hopeful for what’s to come with him, but you spend most of your time thinking about what you’ve already had and what he’s already said to you. You’re missing all these memories—maybe they were never even yours. 

Nothing hurts like he does.

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part 3 is here

[daniyummy]

Simon Riley fucking you vs Ghost fucking you. (I know they're the same person, but he's Simon at home, Ghost at work)

This idea has me in a chokehold it's not even funny anymore. Obvi nsfw, don't like don't read, degrading, rough, breeding kink, marking kink, slight possessive!Ghost

Gentle!Simon, Rough!Ghost

Simon Riley who'd make sure you came at least once before he indulges in what he wants.

Simon Riley who'd coo praises in your ear while he thrusts into you deep.

"Such a good girl f'me, yeah?" "That's it, dove, nice and deep.."

Simon Riley who would never wear the mask while fucking you as it takes away some of the intimacy.

Simon Riley who has a slight breeding kink, filing you up with his cum until his balls are empty and your shaking from overstim.

Simon Riley who'd watch the mix of his and your cum drip out of your used cunt before taking two fingers and collecting the juices that fell out then pushing them back in as you whine from overstimulation.

Ghost fucking you though..

Ghost who will fuck your throat until your crying and he cums on your face, painting you with his cum.

Ghost who will finger you, yet the second you need to cum he pulls his fingers out and slaps your poor cunt.

Ghost who will thrust into you, giving you a few seconds to adjust to his cock before he destroys your cunt.

"Such a fucking whore for me. Impatient slut, couldn't wait until we got home."

Ghost who will never not fuck you with the mask on, Ghost doesn't care about the intimacy, he just needs to get off.

Ghost who will roll the mask up to his nose to nip at your neck, marking you as his.

"Nobody can fuck you like me, you're mine, slut. Say it."

Ghost who would turn into Simon the minute you guys finish give you aftercare, depending on if he has to be somewhere soon, or if he has the day off.

Has to be somewhere: He'll run you a quick bath, and while your bathing, he'll set out some clothes for you, a water and some snacks with a note that says something like, "I'll be back later. Get some rest, dove, I love you." And then he leaves.

Has the day off: He will immediately kiss you all over, mumbling praises before he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom, sets you on the toilet as he fills the bath, he'll place you in the bath before he washes you, asking if he was too rough (he asks like 20 times, just to be sure). He'll lift you out of the bath, dry you with a fluffy towel, he'll slide on boxers on you and him, yet leaves your chest bare for skin to skin contact, he cuddle you until you fall asleep and then he'll follow shortly after, snoring softly.

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First post, tell me if you like it or if it sucks, I'm okay with some criticism just give me the benefit of the doubt, I haven't wrote stuff like this since my wattpad and heartstopper days 😭

-★⋆Dani⋆★-

[lovrsm]

ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴍᴀꜱ ᴛʀᴇᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ

sum: Christmas is near the corner, remembering how in this time of the year, everything is magic with the man you love.

word count: 2.5k

pairing: charles leclerc x childhoodbsf!reader

warning: angst, overthinking and FLUFF!!

disclaimers: we’re going to pretend that in Monaco it snows, FOR THE SAKE OF THIS SILLY WRITING. Alright? I investigated what winter is like there, and it’s not even close to snowing🤕. Also, kinda wrote this like a fairy tale, I’m so in love with it wtf😭♥️

Merry Christmas to you all🫶 love you and enjoy!

Spotify - Apple Music

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

“Just being in your arms takes me back to that little farm”

Christmas was around the corner.

Or maybe in a few couple days.

In reality, it was more than a month away.

November, 1st of November, and everything turned a mix of red, white and green. The colors of your favorite time of the year.

Your hands were covered in bags, and the bags filled with presents for all of your loved ones. It was barely afternoon, but you had woken up since 6am to be at stores as quick as you could.

Every single present was planned, even if it’s one time they mentioned they wanted it, or something they’ve been dying for since forever. Your presents were always the best, and everyone knew that.

After you buyed some great amount of gift wrapping, you finally headed home.

You knew you’d take a long time to get home, holiday shopping traffic was surely starting now.

Just a day after halloween and you knew you had to make everything green and white, and hella lot of red.

The rest of the day was for yourself, your family, and for making everything festive. Changing your bedsheets from black to red. Having christmas decorations over the entrance of your house.

The only thing that was missing, was the Christmas tree.

The very thing you waited for all year long.

You weren’t sure if it was the smell, or the shape. But the journey to find the tree, that was all you needed for Christmas.

You closed your eyes, and that silly little Christmas tree farm was the only thing you pictured.

-

“Sweetie, it’s time to go, they’re here!” My mom screamed from downstairs.

shit

I finished drying my hair, since I had just showered. Quickly, I grabbed all the extra clothes I needed for the cold weather outside.

I rushed downstairs, grabbing a beanie I had by the door in the way.

I could see at the corner of my eye the whole place covered in a blanket of snow.

“Oh, we are ready to go now!” I heard my dad shout as I was locking the door soon a lot of footsteps.

“Took you long enough” I heads a calm voice behind me.

I turned around to see the face I’ve been missing so much. I quickly jumped into his arms. “I’ve missed you too, asshole.” I whispered in his ear. He chuckled, making my whole body shiver with excitement.

“Missed you too, you have no idea.”

I let him go, taking a good look at him. His dimples showing up, and his white pearled teeth shining at me.

I couldn’t hide my smile, he was finally here.

A honk interrupted my thinking. “Come on you two, we want to get early this year!” I heard Lorenzo screaming from his car.

We both rushed to it, my dad, mom and Pascale left in the other car. While the Leclerc’s, my brother and I traveled in this car.

“Hey y/n!” Lorenzo smiled at me through the car mirror “Sup!” Arthur gave me a wave from the co-pilot seat.

“Hi!” I responded as I settled into my seat, putting on my seat belt. Lorenzo wasn't the best driver around.

“So, how was everything both of you? Did you miss us?” My brother started a conversation.

“It’s been crazy! All I could ever imagine, it literally felt like a dream”

“Yeah, all the behind the scenes is absolutely crazy, definitely learned a lot from the team, I think white looks good on us” Arthur completed.

“But, do you know what will look even better?”

“Red!” We all said in union and laughed.

Charles had won the new Ferarri seat for the 2019 season, and we were all so proud of him.

“We all saw you at your races, y/n was the first one to wake up and put on the tv, always.” My brother, Matthias tried to tease me.

Charles turned to look at me with a grin plastered in his face.

“Okeyy, I’m a morning person, alright? What is wrong with that?” I answered normally.

Yeah, I am a morning person, but I would normally go walking on my mornings or maybe do some exercise, not stay home watching tv.

But if Charles was on it, there was no way I would miss it.

“If you say sooo” I leaned out of my seat to look at Matt, since he was on the other side of the car. Charles was in the middle.

“okay.” He quietly answered to my glare.

“Anyway, so what is the first thing you want to do when we get there?” Lorenzo asked from the pilot seat, concentrated on not crashing.

“The sleighs”

“The horses!”

“Maybe we should get the trees first” Charles said calmly, looking at the road ahead.

“Yeah, you know how quickly they buy them, we should get the best two around.” I smiled at them, and everyone nodded in agreement.

Charles was right, the biggest, greenest and beautiful trees were obviously taken as soon as possible.

Last winter we were left with not the best tree because we all got distracted doing something else.

“So, we all know the drill, right?” Arthur asked, turning to look at the three of us in the back.

I smirked, this was going to be fun.

-

“Maman, papa are with Pascale, I texted them. They are going to wait for you, Enzo”

And with that, we arrived to the parking lot, and thank god we found a good place to park in, I did not want to walk too much after the whole day.

We always end up exhausted.

“Everyone get their phones at maximum volume, if someone calls answer immediately!” We all agreed.

“Go go go gooo!”

I opened the door as fast as I could, and waited for Charles to get out, but in a blink of an eye he already grabbed my hand and started to run to the barns direction.

I was slowly catching to his pace.

Shit he was faster than last year.

He finally stopped at the start of the trees. “Well, we have a lot of options”

Charles was concentrated on watching every single tree in front of us, scrunching his nose in a very cute way.

“Yeah… we better go looking”

-

Half an hour. A whole 30 minutes we were looking for the damn trees.

All of us took this very seriously.

“Too short”

“Too tall”

“Ew, that’s ugly.”

“Never liked the ones with fake snow.”

“Not fluffy enough”

“Oh come on, there is no way an ornament will look good in that.”

Every time there was an excuse. That was until Arthur and Matthias called us saying they found the 1st one.

Then my maman and papa called right after just to say they finally found another one, the most ‘perfect’ in the place.

In the pictures they sent to us, they looked so cute and wonderful. Surely there was no complaining at all.

So the Christmas tree hunt was over. And now we could peacefully walk around the place.

Charles and I walked silently to our favorite place here, it was somewhere close to the icy and blue ice rink.

Some small open cabins were there, just so people could get somewhere to get warm, and to lit up a bonfire.

The temperatures here were no joke.

Charles and I were basically freezing, even if we had the mittens that his mom made for us last year.

I snuggled into my sweater as I waited for charles to set the bonfire.

“You cold?”

“Mhm” he laughed at my state, I always get easily cold, but that doesn’t mean I hate winter.

It’s actually the exact opposite.

“Your nose is red as a tomato.” He pinched my nose.

“Hey!” He shrugged and smiled while he gave me his white scarf. “Thanks…”

I was now hypnotized by the dancing fire, and Charles came closer, having his arm touching mine.

“I wish you could’ve come with me” He whispered.

“To your races?”

“Everywhere, I needed you there.” He sweetly smiled at me. But I hit him in his arm “ow? What was that for?” He laughed at me.

“For all the times you were reckless and almost gave me a heart attack!… but, I would’ve loved being there with you too, you know that”

He chuckled, since we were little, when he was karting I would always be there for him when he crashed or just had a bump on the way.

Always.

But now we were talking about F1, something people should not play with. Cars that go at a speed I can’t even think.

So, yeah, I obviously had my nearly death experiences while watching the tv and having Charles crashing out of nowhere.

But here he was, next to me and I could now feel his warmth.

-

charles pov.

Missing her is just an understatement, he needed her. Every day it passed without her was absolutely devastating.

Yeah, they texted and called often, but there was nothing like having her by his side.

At this point she’s the air he need to breathe, it was like the sun finally appearing after long rainy days.

She was the first person he called when he got into Ferrari, she was the one who he texted in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep.

Charles didn’t even know how much he needed her till she wasn’t by his side anymore.

How do I even tell her?

She’s at my side, peacefully watching the bonfire while I am dying inside to tell her how much se makes me feel.

“Hey…” I started, I don’t even know what Im fucking going to say.

She turned her head to look at me, and tilted her head while shining her big gorgeous eyes at me.

I gulped. She stopped the world completely by just looking at me.

“Are you ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost” she laughed, and the ends of my lips turned upwards.

“Here, let’s go take some hot cocoa, maybe it’ll help you relax”

She stood up and offered me her hand, and I took it hesitatingly, if I don't do it now when will I do it? I can’t just not tell her.

“Oh god, you’re even paler now.” She looked a bit worried.

“Come on big boy, you will be fine, follow me”

I grunted, but she didn’t stop moving. The cold air hitting us as soon as we left the warmth of the bonfire.

“Here, with marshmallows, just how you like it Charlie.” She showed her teeth at me handing a warm cup of hot chocolate.

“Feeling better?” She placed a falling piece of her hair behind her her ear after taking a sip from her own cup.

“More than ever” I replied.

She looked directly into my eyes, god I could melt right now.

“What was it that you were saying?”

I almost choked.

“Ugh, nothing important”

“Must be, you can always count on me Charlie.” She placed her delicate hand on top of mine.

Charlie, she has called me that since we were little. My parents and hers were friends since forever, and I guess we just followed.

“I just, was thinking about when I was away. Uh, I was just thinking about this… girl.”

-

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏᴠ

I felt a sting on my chest

But that is does the mean anything, right?

“Oh” i just managed to say, I looked at my feet just so I couldn’t meet his angelic eyes.

who am I even fooling at this point?

“It’s just, I really, really want her to be more to me than she is now. I just don’t know how to tell her.”

Cool.

Cool cool cool cool cool… cool.

“I mean, I don’t know, what is she like?” I looked everywhere just to not look at him.

But I’m pretty sure he must be distracted thinking about this girl.

why am I feeling like this?

“Well” he chuckled. “She’s like, the best woman I’ve ever met. She gets me, and she’s so creative and funny and everything great in this world...”

My heart was slowly breaking by each compliment he gave her.

“…I just want her by my side.”

“Just tell her, if you feel all… this, maybe you should just tell her”

It’s the first time I’ve heard him talk about a girl like this, heck, he even called her a woman.

I finally looked up at him, just to find out he was already looking at me.

His eyes shined with that sparkling light he had. I could resist the smile creeping up my cheeks already.

“Really? I’m just afraid I’ll screw everything up.” He concluded.

“Any girl would be nuts to say no to you.”

His cheeks turned a slightly darker red. I could feel my cheeks burning already.

But I had to stop myself, this isn’t you who he is talking about.

I turned around, I need to take a breath.

“y/n…” he grabbed me by the wrist to turn me around. I met, once again, with her dreamy eyes.

“Yes?” I quietly replied.

“You know who I’m talking about, right?” He raised an eyebrow at me, and gave me a look I couldn’t quite figure out was trying to say.

I shook my head side slowly. I felt my eyes watering.

I looked around just so that he couldn’t catch my glossy eyes.

But I met with a mistletoe just over a head. I opened my mouth in awe.

I felt a shift in the ambiance, I looked back at Charles and saw him smiling showing his dimples.

He was looking at the mistletoe above us.

“I can’t, I just can’t anymore y/n.”

what?

He met my gaze and took both of my hands, I could feel them over my mittens.

“Since we were kids, there was something about you, the is something about you that has always made my heart skip a beat.”

This isn’t happening.

I could feel my mouth slowly forming a smile.

“And I’ve always thought it was normal for me to feel like this with you. But god, being away from you has been hell. I need you, I can’t conform with just texting and calling.”

“Maybe this might sound selfish, but I don’t even want to picture you with someone else who is not me. I thought it was a little crush, but heck, you make me feel this way every single time and I never get tired of it.”

I was completely speechless.

This is happening.

“It’s ok if you don’t feel the same way, but it physically hurts to not tell you how much you actually mean to me. I’d be a fool not to tell you how special you are.”

At this point I started crying.

I cupped his face in my hands.

“What i’m trying to say is… I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

I was left with words, I’ve never been good at telling my feelings.

But I am good at showing them.

I slowly looked up at the mistletoe, and he followed my eyes.

I bit my lip. And furrowed my eyebrows asking him with signs, not words.

“Please” he quietly begged. I didn’t even had to think it twice.

I crashed my lips into his, expressing every single ounce of love I had for him. He followed.

It was the most magical night of the year.

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Under the sparkling lights, bundled up in their mittens and coats, sweet dreams of holly and ribbons…

The couple finally found their way together, and their souls finally united and all their wishes came true.

Their love was blooming, and it all started in that little Christmas tree farm.

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— NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN

SUMMARY : trying to study, but yoongi's insatiable.

PAIRINGS : min yoongi x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : non

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw(18+), smut, cockwarming, swearing

WORD COUNT : 2.5k

A/N : I wrote this while going on a family road trip. no regrets, only my sister knew what I was writings. title is from the moody blues' song, but this is a song I dedicate to dean winchester. wait, this is a bts story... anyway, it's the first time I'm posting and I hope y'all enjoy it X

“Come on, Y/N,” Yoongi whined with a pout. He watched her work out a physics problem on relativity, eraser shavings sprinkled along the sheet of paper in the notebook she was using to write down her equations and work before typing in the answer on the laptop. “Homework is not that important,” he grumbled, sitting next to her on the couch, he watched her roll her eyes with a little smirk on his lips.

“Namjoon doesn’t agree,” she argued, and it was his turn to roll his eyes, “besides, I told you I was only gonna do two problems,” she typed in the answer and then turned to look at him at last. He immediately leaned in to kiss her, hoping to make her forget her homework, his gentle fingers holding her jaw, their soft lips meeting in a tender kiss.

He smiled against her mouth when her breath hitched and she melted into him immediately. The taste of her rose lip tint made his mouth water and his heart leaped in his chest with delight. His mind became foggy and peaceful until she bit his lip and shoved him back a little.

“Hey!” He whined, sucking on his bottom lip to soothe the non-existent pain. She ignored him while chewing on her cheek, amusement tugging at her tinted lips and she started working on the second problem.

He stared at her for a few moments, his eyes narrowing at her, watching a blush wash over her cute face. He didn’t care if she was about to be done, he was impatient and wanted her attention now. So without a care in the world, he pressed himself against her, began rutting his hips against her side and leaned forward so he could pant into her hair by her ear.

“Yoongi,” she whispered, her fingers tightening around the pencil in her hand. Her nipples hardened beneath her tank top and her pussy released arousal.

“Finish the fucking problem,” he growled, his hand sliding under the silky beige top, touching her warm skin underneath until he was cupping her breast and gently rolling her nipple between his fingers.

“I… I can’t…” she murmured, her face heating up even more when she felt his cock harden underneath the thin material of his black sweats.

“No?” He mocked, then stopped moving. She let out a shaky breath, her plump lips parted and her doe-eyes wide. Yoongi was sure she could beat Jungkook right now, but he ignored the thought, took the pencil and notebook away from her to throw it carelessly on the coffee table where her laptop was. “I thought you said it was important,” he accused with a grin.

“Shut up,” she became flustered, looking away from him and crossing her arms over her chest, hiding her hard nipples from his hungry eyes. He smiled smugly, staring at the side of her beautiful face, wrapped his fingers around her ankle, his eyes sparking with love at the sight of the duck-print ankle-socks that covered her feet.

“Don’t talk to me like that, I’m older than you,” he warned playfully, stretching her leg out . Warmth bloomed in his chest, especially seeing her become stubborn with her jaw clenched and her eyes narrowed. She didn’t fight him when he spread her legs with his hips, but she kept insubmissive eye-contact with him despite her clit beginning to pulse with desire.

“I’m not even Korean,” she told him, gasping when he started to rub himself against her clothed cunt shamelessly.

“Respecting those older than you applies to most cultures, I’m pretty sure you fall in that category.” He licked his lips, stared at her pink mouth and her soft, little tongue when it poked out slightly to wet her somewhat dry lips. “Is that what your mother taught you, hmm? To be rude and disrespectful to someone older than you?”

“You’re not that old, Yoongi,” she argued breathlessly, her hands landing on his hips, fisting his loose t-shirt the more he continued to grind against her. She bent her knees, lifting her hips to match his rhythm and let her head fall back against the arm of the couch with her eyes shut.

“I’m still older than you, you brat,” he hissed through his teeth, leaning down to kiss her stubbornness away. His tongue swiped across the seam of her lips, feeling no resistance from her when he pushed his tongue past her lips, her tongue welcoming his as it entered her warm mouth.

He held himself up with his hand by her hip, his other hand sliding up the back of her knee, making her squirm as his fingers brushed against the secret ticklish spot there. His slim fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh, little moans of pleasure falling into each other’s mouths.

A tinge of whiskey lingered on Yoongi's tongue and despite hating alcohol herself, she was addicted to the way it tasted in his mouth. The memory of him making her try whiskey for the first time made her stomach flip with happiness. When he served her a glass to show her his favourite while Jimin drank some champagne, watching with a knowing grin as Y/N sipped a little. She coughed up the strong alcohol with distaste on her face and couldn’t finish the rest.

Yoongi was surprised with her reaction, a tender smile on his handsome face. Meanwhile, he easily downed the rest of her whiskey. He should’ve known since then that alcohol simply wasn’t for her, but he liked sharing drinks with her, spending time with her more than anything. Before they got together, it was his way of being close to her, drinking from her cup at every failed attempt, not realising that she agreed to drinking just to be close to him, too.

He pulled away from the kiss for air, his warm breath puffing over her wet lips. He smiled down at her, his hips becoming still despite how desperate he was. He stood up on his knees to pull his grey shirt over his head, watching her eyes shine up at him lovingly, entranced as he sat back to lower his sweats and his boxers.

“Take your clothes off, Y/N,” he told her, wrapping his hand around his cock, a smirk replacing the smile he had on his face. She swallowed, her eyes moving down to his dick as she silently removed her tank top, exposing her bare chest to him as he thumbed the slit of his cock to spread the precum that dribbled out in small beads.

“You’re so pretty,” she murmured, sliding her shorts and underwear down her legs. She immediately brought her fingers to her pussy, circling her entrance to gather the arousal his kiss and the friction of his hips caused her to release. She slid her fingers up to her clit, teasingly rubbing circles all while he bit his lip and watched.

“So are you, more than any flower or any star in the sky,” he murmured earnestly, making her falter in touching herself, suddenly shy. His words made her blush once again, her eyebrows raising in surprise. He gave her a cute smile, embarrassed that he’d said something so cheesy to her and he stopped stroking himself as well, swallowing nervously upon becoming flustered himself.

“I need you,” she whispered, reaching out for his waist, she pulled him towards her, ignoring his comment so he’d stop being nervous. Her eyes were so soft and warm, he could sink and drown in her tender irises, letting her dilated pupils drag him into the depths of her passionate soul.

He grabbed her hips, lifting them slightly, sliding his cock through her wet folds before lining himself up with her entrance. He admired her face when his cockhead pressed against her warmth, captivated by her eyes and her lips. His heart skipped a few beats, his breath getting tangled up in his chest as he gently pushed into her pussy, engulfed in her heat little by little until he was fully inside her.

He leaned forward again, pushing his hips against hers, their warm bodies pressed together. He leaned over her to drop an affectionate kiss on her head, right where her adorable bangs began and let her bring him down to her lips. His sleek, dark hair tickled her cheeks, but she didn’t mind. He’d let it grow out and he loved the way she tugged at it every time she rolled her hips up against his and arched her back so her breasts were squeezed against his chest.

He hummed softly against her mouth, thrusting into her lazily, smirking against her mouth. She brought her leg over the back of the couch, spreading herself out some more for him like a good little slut. He didn’t say that thought out loud. He could feel her slick coat his dick, it excited him and he knew she felt his cock throbbing inside her the longer he kept the pace slow and sensual.

“Yoongi,” she whined against his mouth. He pulled away, biting his lip teasingly. He sat back on his legs to watch himself move in and out of her and started using his thumb to rub random shapes on her clit that made her squirm in pleasure. “Hurry, I’m hungry,” she chuckled playfully, pouting adorably at him as she pinched her sensitive nipples.

“For my dick?” He teased, swivelling his hips until she was nearly being pushed up the couch. She pressed her hips against his, circling them to stop herself from moving up the couch further. He hissed softly when she squeezed her velvety walls around him, then she glared at him because she knew what he was doing. She slapped his hand away from her clit and she started to rub quick circles to get herself off and be done with it.

“You’re so annoying.” He didn’t acknowledge her words and started to thrust into her again, faster, playing along as she sought a quick orgasm. He watched her carefully, the way she threw her head back and detached her sharp canine teeth from digging into her bottom lip to let out a sweet little moan.

He lowered his lips down to her breasts, pressing his forehead against her cleavage to he suck the skin around her nipples before lapping at the erect buds. Her warmth clenched around his cock and he brought his free-hand to her other breast, kneading the flesh in his large hand, then deliciously pinching her nipple.

She gasped, arching into him even more, as if offering herself entirely to him while her fingers tangled in his soft hair, tugging gently. He sucked harshly at her nipple in gratitude. His hot mouth trailed up to her collarbones and he smirked when her walls clamped down on him again, a groan slipping past his swollen lips. He reached for her wrist to stop her from orgasming, not quite finished with teasing her.

“Yoongi,” she whined again, and he nearly let her have what she wanted.

“Fuck, you turn me on so much,” he moaned into her neck, his tongue licking at a little lovebite he was sure would bruise her soft skin. She squirmed beneath him, her fingers tightening their grip on his hair as he continued to fuck her. The sound of his voice, how wrecked and raspy his words came out made her moan softly in response, her pussy pulsing around his throbbing dick.

“Yoongi, let me cum,” she gasped, overwhelmed with the sensations he was making her feel; from the way his warm mouth felt on her neck, his deft fingers pinching her nipple, his cock sliding in and out of her, hot and throbbing, brushing against the sweet spot in her walls as he intertwined their fingers.

“Are you begging?” He asked breathlessly, a smirk tugging at his lips knowing he was frustrating her. This time, the tug at his hair was painful, so he bit her jawline in retaliation before smashing their lips together in a heated kiss. He wrapped his arm around her waist, fucking into her mercilessly, nearly orgasming when she let out one of the loudest moans he’d ever heard her make.

She loosened her grip on his soft locks, her fingers tightening between his fingers, still held by his hand against the couch. She squealed his name, her body trembling as she finally orgasmed, a breathless little laugh slipping past her kiss-swollen lips and he smiled at the sound. His name quietly fell from her lips over and over and he pulled out of her, leaving a trail of his hot cum along her folds and pelvis.

He panted above her, gazing at the lazy, blissed out smile on her lips that he knew was also plastered over his own face. He pushed his semi-hard cock into her again, thrusting languidly and nuzzled into her neck.

“I love you,” he murmured, slowly stopping when his cock softened inside her.

“I love you, too.” She played with his hair for a few moments, let him place his whole weight on her as he pressed his cheek against her shoulder with his eyes closed. They both let themselves bask in the afterglow of their orgasm, his cock safe inside her pussy still.

“I need to finish my homework,” she mumbled tiredly, gently pushing his shoulders, careful of the one that he had surgery on. He said it was fine, that it didn’t always hurt, but she always felt her entire body squirm at the thought of him feeling even a slight burn of pain from it.

“My cum is all over your skin and you wanna do homework?” He mumbled against her shoulder with a smile, not budging from his spot above her.

“I wanna eat some food, too.” He had to see her face as she said that. He lifted himself up and gazed at her lovingly, met with an innocent smile from her. He laughed adorably, sitting up and watching himself slip out of her while biting his lips at the sight of his cum on her skin. “I’m gonna take a quick shower… Yoongles,” she teased, reaching for her underwear, she slipped them on so the soft cotton would catch his cum and stop it from staining the couch.

“Can I come?” He wondered, admiring her half-naked body, the gentle curve of her waist to her hips, the exquisite sculpture of her back when she picked her clothes up from the floor.

“One, you already came,” she deadpanned, standing in front of him, admiring the way he stood there completely naked waiting for her response. He rolled his eyes and playfully landed a smack to her ass. She yelped at the slight sting and let him wrap his arms around her waist, meeting his lips for a kiss. “Two, can you please cook for me today?” She kissed him again and gave him puppy-dog eyes.

“Whatever,” he mumbled against her lips, letting her go. He gently pushed her away from him and she chuckled, looking over her shoulder at him with a mischievous smile. He immediately recognized the look in her eyes, excitedly gathered his clothes off the couch and floor, making their way to where the bathroom was.

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Through the Walls- Mark Lee NCT

A lil Mark piece I wrote a while ago. Based it on the song 3:00 A.M by Finding Hope.

Word Count: 555

Fluff, SFW

You sigh, kick off your boots, and tear your jacket off. Your body was freezing from the pouring rain outside. Your hair soaked, clothes soaked. You ran to the bathroom and turned the shower on, letting the hot water run all over you. Bringing your body out of the numb state it had been in earlier. After drying off, you throw on sweats, a T-shirt, and fuzzy socks.

*ding*

You looked at your phone and smiled. Your neighbor Mark texted you. You two had grown close; he was the first to welcome you when you moved into the apartment complex almost eight months ago.

Markie: Vibe sesh? Rain is perfect rn haha

You: Hell yeah. Lemme grab some hot cocoa and I'll be there.

Markie: Cocoa sounds perfect. —5 min.

"Vibe Sesh" was something you do often now. He would play his guitar and sing, and you'd listen through the wall that you two shared, it connected your apartments. Sometimes, you'd sing to him. At first, it started as an accident. You just heard him one day and listened, mesmerized. You told him the next day, and he was embarrassed. But after insisting you liked it, liked his voice, he started doing it more often and texting you when he was about to begin.

You smiled again and went to the kitchen. You were preparing a cup of hot cocoa and grabbing a blanket. You snuggled yourself up in a chair in your living room—the one right up against the wall connected to Marks. You waited a few minutes more, listening to the rain. You got another text from him.

Markie: This one is extra special tonight. It's how I'm currently feeling. So you get a peek inside my heart rn haha.

Then you heard the strumming of his guitar strings, and he started singing. You closed your eyes and sipped your cocoa. Relaxing your head on the chair. Then, you started paying attention to the lyrics of the song as he sang.

"Had you on my mind. And it's not the first time we've gone through this. Wanting you more and more. I can't help but think of what we could be."

Your heart started racing a little. The truth is, you had a crush on Mark. What was there to dislike? He was great. Sweet, caring, talented, and kind. His laugh was adorable. He was a little awkward but in a charming way. Could this song be for you? You didn't want to overthink it. But what if...

When he finished the song, you rushed to your door and threw it open, ready to go to his apartment and shoot your shot. He was already standing there, in front of your door. Both of you were breathing a little heavily.

"That one was about you." he said

"Oh, thank god," You sighed, looking into his eyes and then throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him. His hands rested on your waist as he deepened the kiss. Desperation and relief on both of your lips.

You pulled apart and smiled at each other.

"It's freezing," he laughed, and you looked at him. Realizing he was only in sweatpants and a tank top

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Get in here." you pulled him into your place and closed the door. Making more cups of hot cocoa and spending the night talking and listening to the rain. Thank god for those connecting walls.

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Untitled Celestial Goddess Snz Thing

I found the weird shit.

I wrote this sometime in 2018 while trying to figure out where I stood in terms of having a size/giantess/etc fetish. I've never been into the whole "giant character destroys stuff for sexual pleasure" thing and I'm still not, but I guess I decided to give it a go once lol. In hindsight I can still see my hesitance to really go all in on it. Dunno how else to describe it lol.

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The immaculate halls of the Seat of Divinity were haunted by the sound of emphatic weeping. The goddess Dielle lay in a heap on the floor, bawling into a handkerchief as her fellow goddess Kahelia tried in vain to comfort her. With great effort, Kahelia eventually managed to pull her friend away from the center of the room, and they sat side by side against the wall. Dielle remained incapable of speech for a moment longer, sobbing into Kahelia’s chest as the stoic goddess stroked her flowing golden hair, but eventually she managed to get a hold of herself.

“My galaxy…” whimpered Dielle, her breath hitching as she struggled to control her crying. “It was so young, with so much potential.”

“I know,” cooed Kahelia, stroking Dielle’s hair once more. “But, most of it’s still there, right?”

The goddesses looked each other in the eye, and Kahelia nearly panicked when she saw Dielle teeter on the edge of bawling again.

“But it’s not the same!” Dielle wailed, her mouth gaping pitifully. Kahelia frowned sympathetically and gave her friend a hug to keep her calm.

“It’s not, I know. But the good thing is it’s not all gone. You can fill the rest of it in, or even if you don’t, I bet it’ll still be full of life in just a few millennia.”

Dielle gently pulled back from Kahelia’s embrace and looked her in the eye once more. She sniffled and swallowed hard, earning another smile from her caretaker.

“You.. You mean it?”

“I do.”

Noticing that Dielle wasn’t making much use of her handkerchief, Kahelia carefully took it from her and shook it out. It was a bit damp from the goddess’s tears, but it was still just dry enough to be useful. Placing one hand on her friend’s shoulder, Kahelia raised the handkerchief to Dielle’s nose and gently cradled her nostrils.

“Now, let’s have a nice, big-”

Dielle didn’t wait for Kahelia to finish before taking a deep breath through her mouth in preparation. Kahelia smiled as her friend loudly blew her nose into the handkerchief. Dielle sniffled quietly while Kahelia folded the handkerchief over, and she closed her eyes as she felt the soft cloth wipe the underside of her nose.

“Thanks,” Dielle whispered, prompting Kahelia’s smile to widen. Dielle took a deep breath, and Kahelia could tell she was starting to nod off. Gently holding the other goddess’s shoulders, Kahelia slid away and helped Dielle lie down on her side. 

Kahelia stood and took a deep breath of her own. She was about to carry Dielle back to her chambers to get some proper rest, but the sound of footsteps approaching the foyer made her hesitate. Initially Kahelia paid no mind as she caught sight of Vesoi, but after thinking back on Dielle’s predicament, she felt compelled to confront her fellow goddess. Careful not to wake her friend, Kahelia swiftly stepped in front of Vesoi before she could depart.

“Hello, Vesoi,” Kahelia greeted, her voice low but hopefully not too accusatory. Vesoi simply blinked.

“Hello.”

“Did you, er… Hear what happened to Dielle?”

Vesoi sniffed lightly, her large nose twitching to the side.

“No.”

“Well, she, uh…” Kahelia hesitated, not quite sure how to break the news. “She just returned from visiting her newest galaxy, and part of it is completely gone. You… You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

“I just said no,” Vesoi stated flatly. She sniffed again, this time bringing a finger up to her face to rub lightly under her nostrils. Kahelia placed her hands on her hips, but Vesoi spoke up before she could open her mouth again.

“Are you insinuating something?” asked Vesoi, her expression darkening ever so slightly. Kahelia felt a pang of fear run up her spine, and her theoretical accusations vanished.

“N-no, just… Please keep an eye out for anything strange, and let Dielle know if you see anything.”

Vesoi stared at Kahelia for just a moment longer, and then she gave a slight nod before continuing on her way. The foyer remained silent as Vesoi opened the front doors, and she didn’t bother to look back as she departed the Seat of Divinity. The goddess ran a hand through her short black hair, and then she began to stride through the cosmos, no particular destination in mind.

The goddess’s brow knitted and she rubbed a finger under her long, slender nostrils again. She knew why Kahelia was suspicious of her, and she was well aware that most of her fellow goddesses felt the same way. Eons ago, Vesoi was much like the rest of them. She was always so bright and cheerful, until completely by accident, she managed to inhale one of the solar systems she’d created with her own hands. The star and its planets tickled her nostrils just so, causing her to sneeze out whatever cosmic dust remained of them. Even after an eternity had passed, Vesoi still wasn’t quite sure why she found such pleasure in it.

Vesoi was desperate to induce another sneeze, to feel that ecstasy again, but no matter what she tried, she never managed to bring one forth. She began to obsess over it, drifting away from her peers. Goddesses who were once her closest friends now only greeted her in passing. Some were grateful that she regularly inhaled rogue planets and asteroids, but most opinions on Vesoi had become as singular as her ambitions.

Still, Vesoi had told Kahelia the truth. There were other goddesses far more wicked than she, those who had been banished from the Seat of Divinity for their misdeeds. Any of them could have been responsible for Dielle’s galaxy. Vesoi didn’t think herself malevolent: most of the time, she simply didn’t care. And yet, Dielle’s misfortune had given her an idea. She had never been so bold to try it before, not once in the millennia since she’d discovered her craving, but now she finally felt her willpower beginning to strain.

Careful not to disturb any of the vibrant galaxies her peers might be watching over, Vesoi journeyed to the farthest reaches of the universe. There were still galaxies to be found, but they were few and far between. Most had already been abandoned by the remaining goddesses, and all but a handful had grown pitifully dim and lifeless. Vesoi assured herself that no one would mind if she indulged herself in such a forgotten place.

Vesoi finally stopped as she arrived alongside the most remote galaxy she could find. It drifted away from her at an almost imperceptible speed as the universe continued its infinite expansion, but the goddess knew there was no escape. Vesoi cracked the faintest smile. Before she began, she brought her finger up to rub under her nostrils once again, taking in a deep sniff as the base of her nose squished from side to side. Then, unable to stand the wait any longer, Vesoi slowly leaned forward.

The goddess’s enormous nose hovered just above the edge of the galaxy, each planet no larger than a grain of sand by comparison. Vesoi closed her eyes, her long nostrils flaring in anticipation, and then she inhaled as sharply as she could. The solar systems directly below Vesoi’s nose were atomized in an instant. Their remains were effortlessly drawn up into the goddess’s nostrils, coating her nasal passages in an infinitesimally thin layer of cosmic dust. 

As the strength of Vesoi’s breath tapered slightly, the other celestial bodies she inhaled managed to retain their forms as they entered her nostrils. Planets and moons crashed against the goddess’s nose hairs, finally earning a reaction of some kind. Vesoi felt the slightest tickle in her nose, but it was far too little to bring her any excitement. 

Still, many planets and even a few stars remained. Most didn’t survive the forests of hair just inside Vesoi’s nostrils, but a handful just barely managed to slip through. The orphaned celestial bodies drifted deeper and deeper into the goddess’s nostrils, and they finally settled into her mucus membranes before reaching her throat.

Vesoi’s breath ended, and she allowed her eyes to flutter open. The galaxy before her reeled, its gravitational forces trying to correct for the damage, but its remains were swiftly blown away as the goddess let out a defeated sigh. After all that anticipation, she had nothing to show for it but a slight tingle in her nostrils. Vesoi knew she could have simply tried again with another abandoned galaxy, but her spirits were crushed. 

With a disappointed sniff, Vesoi rubbed her nose and started to make her way back to the Seat of Divinity. After just a few steps, however, she finally felt it. Something in her nostrils must have shifted when she sniffed: the tickle in her nose had been reignited. The goddess’s eyes began to flutter lazily, and her lips parted as she drew in a whispery “Aahh…” For a moment Vesoi felt tempted to rub her nose again, but she managed to stop herself before she drove the tickling away. A chill ran up her spine as she took another breath, and her knees pressed together as a primal urge took hold of her.

“Ahh… Ah-Ahh-Ahhh…”

Vesoi gasped for breath again, her shoulders tensing with each inhalation. Her head tipped back, her mouth hung open, and her nostrils flared wildly as she stood frozen in place for a brief moment. And then…

“AHHH-CHOOOOO!!!”

The goddess bent forward at the waist, the force of the sneeze fully in control of her body. Eons worth of cosmic dust sprayed forth from her nostrils, forming a glittering cloud in front of her face. By the time Vesoi opened her eyes, the stray particles had already began to collect themselves into planets and stars, well on their way to forming a new galaxy. The goddess smiled, placing her finger back under her nostrils once more to rub back and forth. However, it wasn’t the galaxy that brought her pleasure.

The sneeze had felt just as wonderful as Vesoi remembered, if not more so. Barely able to contain her joy, the goddess took a deep breath and smiled brightly. There were plenty of lifeless galaxies left for her in the outer reaches of the universe, and as far as Vesoi was concerned, there was no need to stop there.

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If you made it to the end, "I'm sorry" and/or "you're welcome" as appropriate.

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Steven Grant X Reader - Innocent

Summary: You get puzzled when your innocent boyfriend says a bad word.

Word count: 1,403k (not sure)

Tags: virgin Steven, oral sex (fem received) mentions of Jake. Reader knows about Marc and Jake.

A/n: It took me two days to finish this and I feel like I blew it. Posting anyway because tumblr needs more Steven Grant smut. Sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language and I wrote this with the help of the translator.

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You choked on the water when you heard what Steven just said.

You came out of the kitchen stopping in front of him, who was bent over and with his head down while playing with his fingers, as if he was ashamed of what he just said.

" What did you say? " You crossed your arms facing him.

" Don’t make me say that again, love, please." He raised his head staring at you for a few seconds, soon averting his gaze again. " Forget...forget what I said, it was bullshit. "

Maybe he was right, you should hear him. But rather it was Steven, your innocent, kind, loving boyfriend, and that in two months of dating never said a word as dirty as the one he just said. Your curiosity took over, who would have taught him a word like that? Certainly a very vulgar friend he probably met at work.

" No, who teach you that Steven? You got down getting at the level of his eyes, holding his face making him look into your eyes for the first time in the night.

" Please, I don’t want to talk about it ." You wouldn’t give up so easily.

You caressed the side of his face doing him close his eyes, enjoying the feeling. "It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me who taught you such a dirty word." He opened his eyes staring at you with a little smile. " But I want you to say it again. Can you do it for me love? "

Steven nodded and took a deep breath as if taking the courage to repeat the words, he opened his mouth then finaly speaks

" I...I asked if I can.... hum.. please, lick your cunt, love "

Your mind took a while to assimilate what he said, but your body reacted quickly, your cunt clench around nothing on hear him say those damn words again. You chuckled when you stood up, your heart racing when you realized it was finally happening, Steven was ready to have sex with you.

He followed you like a puppy when you made way to your bedroom, him stop at the entrance not knowing what to do while he tried to hide his erection. Your nimble fingers were quick to unbutton and open the ziper of your jeans, you were half naked, only with a white lace panties

"You didn’t have to ask" You laid on the bed, spreading your legs.

The sight of you like that made Steven lick his lips, he pulled his own shirt off now as he knelt in front of you shyly, his trembling and calloused hands caressed the inner part of your thigh, making your body goosebumps. You were gaping when he pushed his face against your covered cunt, the pleasure ran through your body when the tip of his nose touched your clit.

" You smell good dove, I can’t wait to know what your taste is" he muttered kissing, licking and gently biting the inner part of your thick thighs. Steven ran his fingers over your panties, the thin cloth becoming more and more wet, your body reacted quickly to his soft touch.

" You don’t even know what you’re doing, don’t you, Steven?" You smiled teasing when he just swallowed dry. "I can teach you if you want love".

" No, I know what to do to make you cum " His fingers rubbed your covered clit in circles, sending pleasure to all over your body.

The truth is that Steven had no idea what he was doing, had never touched a woman before. Even researched how, he still felt insecure, until last night when he saw in the headspace how Jake made women feel. He wanted to try it with you, just like your alter did last night with some random woman. Steven wanted to make you scream his name, cum as hard as all the times he imagined it happening.

You threw your head back to feel the cold air over your clit when he pulled your wet panties to the side, you choked on the moan when him licked one single strap with his tongue, your back arched as he did it over and over, his tongue runs up your wet folds.

" Fuck Steven.. Do it again, please " Him looked up you, doe-eyed, the confidence growing up on him, a cocky smile come up on his lips.

" I thought I didn’t know what I was doing love, Is that how you like it? " You nodded desperately, moaning when he sucked your clit.

Holding both of your legs, Steven started to devour your cunt, you started moving slow your hips back and forth, wanting more. Him let a loud groan when your pulled his hair wanted more of his mouth on you. Your stomach fluttering when his finger part your opened inner lips, making you roll your eye back when his tongue fucked your hole slowly.

" More Steven, I want your fingers inside me" You moan.

Hearing your desperate ask was enough for him to put two fingers inside your cunt and his mouth sucking your clit again, your hand made way to your breast, squeezing and the rolling your nipples on the fine cloth of your shirt, arching your back you let a loudest moan when his fingers went deep on you.

"You taste so good" He pulled his finger out. "Put your tongue out love ". You did as he said, whimpering when him put his finger into your mouth. Him bitting his lips and moaned when you closed your eyes sucking his thick fingers.

" Fuck, I’ll make you cum so hard and when that happens I want to hear moan loudly at how good I eat you out" You nodded quickly wanting to feel your mouth and fingers inside you again. Steven kissed your clit, opening your inner lips again and then spitting in your hole that clench.

" You're so tight love, sometimes I wonder if you’ll to take my cock like a good girl that you are" nodding you bite your lower lips, It was too much to see your innocent Steven so confident like that. The way he was speaking his accent stronger than it usually was, while he was on his knees, his breathhing getting havier, his forehead covered in sweat, his eyes don't leave your face, it was enough to make you cum, it would seem so inrreal, so erotic your innocent boyfriend eating you out that way.

Your stomach churn as his tongue darted out and licked right up your folds, your thighs closed around him when his finger starting moving fast as him latched his mouth around your clit sucked hard, your orgasm building, heat spreading across your whole body, your eyes full os tears when he crooking his finger inside of you, hitting the g-spot that made your vision darken as you moaned his name, your wall star to clench around his finger.

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You was trying to catch a breath, you opened your eyes when you hear a giggle from Steven that hung over you, your eyes widened as you realized what happened to seeing his torso and face wet.

"I’m sorry, it never happened before" You covered your face with your palms trying to avoid his gaze, Steven held your hands making you stare at him. "All right, I’m more than happy to know it was I the one who made you squirt"

You held the sides of his face, pulling his lower lips with your own kissing him, you run your nails over his back, him bitting your lips when you scratched him there, the soft moan come out of his mouth and his hips involuntary slowly grindind when your hand was up to his crotch.

"Maybe another time, seeing you like this was a little too much for me" he muttered holding your hand and burying his face in your neck embarrassed by cum in his own pants. You chuckle, he ended up making you squirt and now he was embarrassed by something silly like that.

" Tell me, who taught you such a bad word like that " You played with the wet curls of his head.

"Jake" He whispered onto your ear.

" Was Jake who taught you these bad words? You grabbing his face to facing him"

"No, I saw him in the headspece last night having sex and I wanted to try you"

" You’re a pervert Steven Grant, you know that? " You joked pulling him for a warm kiss full of tongue.

"Just for you love" he smiled hugging you and press another kiss to your lips.

[ashwhowrites]

I'd like to request a smutty Steve fic please!

You wrote one before for a transmasc!reader and it was so good.... could you do one where the reader fucks Steve? Like they finally get a strap and both of them are excited to use it? Love you, mwah!

I love you so I'll bite my tongue and write about *someone* fucking Steve

⚠️ smut- not too much of a plot

Never proofread

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Y/N and Steve have grown more comfortable with each other....sexually. Most of the attention has been on Steve. Y/N still felt a little uncomfortable with Steve's attention on them sexually. They weren't used to showing off their body, used to hiding underneath baggy clothes and keeping to themselves.

Steve loved the attention. The burning desire in their eyes as Steve removed his clothes. How their eyes trailed across Steve's chest and down his happy trail. Their eyes always lock on the top of Steve's jeans, insides burning when they see the outline of Steve's hard cock showing through the material.

Even though the couple has been together for a while, Steve's intentions have stayed the same. All Steve wanted to do was make sure Y/N felt comfortable around him at all times.

Y/N has been wanting to do one thing to Steve, and one thing only. They wanted to fuck Steve. Steve's cock in their hand and mouth was always amazing, or Steve's cock rubbing in between their thighs. But Y/N wanted to fuck Steve with their cock, make Steve clench around them. Fuck moans and whines out of Steve's pretty throat. Leave him trembling, shaking, and making a mess everywhere. So Y/N bought a strap, and a decent size dildo attached. But getting the courage to ask Steve was different.

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But luckily for them, they didn't have to ask Steve.

Steve was impatiently waiting for Y/N to finish in the bathroom. Looking all around their bedroom, snooping through their bookshelves. Steve found himself walking towards Y/N's closet. Steve smiled as he found a few of his shirts hung up on hangers. His fingers played with the material, and as he looked up he saw a box. Now Steve knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't stop himself. The box didn't have a label or anything on it, just plain cardboard.

Steve looked over his shoulder, the bathroom door was still closed. With his partner nowhere in sight, Steve opened the box.

Immediately felt the heat rush to his face.....and his cock. Steve swallowed hard and tried to take in what he was looking at. His throat felt dry and his hands were sweaty.

"whatcha got there, pretty boy?" Y/N asked, walking into their bedroom. They laughed to themselves as Steve jumped and quickly tried to hide the box.

"what? Nothing? Nothing." Steve said quickly. Eyes refusing to make eye contact with Y/N.

"Really? Because it looks like you found my strap," Y/N smirked, watching as Steve shuffled uncomfortably.

Y/N smirked and walked closer to Steve, moving their lips right against Steve's ear

"and from the looks of your jeans.....I think you like what you found." Steve couldn't help but let out a small whimper. Blushing immediately when Y/N chuckled against his skin.

"I didn't mean..." Steve tried to explain himself, but all he could focus on was Y/N's hot skin inches away from his.

"Didn't mean to snoop through my closet and find my cock?" Y/N teased

Steve felt like he stopped breathing. All his blood rushed down to his cock, now throbbing and aching.

"Strip for me, pretty boy" Y/N demanded, their eyes dark as they stepped back. Eyes checking out Steve up and down. Slowly taking him in.

"yes, sir" Steve swallowed out, moving fast as he yanked his shirt over his head. Locking eyes with Y/N as he unbuckled his jeans and stepped out of his jeans and boxers.

Now standing naked, his cock hard and red as he watched Y/N slowly strip.

"on the bed, on your back. I wanna see your face as you take my cock." Y/N demanded, walking towards Steve as they grabbed the box from Steve's hands. Steve nodded and raced to the bed. Laying himself on his back.

Steve watched with desire as Y/N began to strap themselves up. He could feel himself drooling as he took in Y/N's cock, his insides burning the closer Y/N walked to the bed.

"please fuck me" Steve whimpered, shivering as Y/N's soft hands caressed his thighs. Y/N's hands moved closer to Steve's cock.

"be a patient, pretty boy" Y/N clicked their tongue, smirking as they spit on Steve's cock, watching their spit travel down Steve's length. Y/N slowly began to jerk Steve's cock, staring as Steve struggled to keep his eyes open.

"Oh fuck...that's good" Steve moaned out

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"Okay, are you ready?" Y/N asked softly.

Steve felt like he was on clouds. Some cum on his stomach from his first orgasm, and Y/N spent the last hour making sure Steve was prepped and ready.

"Yes, please fuck me, Sir" Steve whimpered

"I'll take care of you, pretty boy" Y/N whispered, leaning down to press their lips against Steve's. Slowly pushing their cock into Steve.

Steve gasped, his mouth falling open. Soft whimpers fell out as he clenched around Y/N's cock.

"Jesus fuck. You are so tight" Y/N whined, throwing their head back as they began to thrust their hips against Steve

Looking down at the boy underneath them. Steve's cock moved with each thrust, his eyes clenched tight, and his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you" Y/N growled out, grabbing Steve's wrists and trapping them above his head.

Steve could barely feel anything. His cock smacked his stomach because Y/N was fucking him so fast. The bed smacks into the wall, and the springs squeak underneath them.

Steve wasn't sure if Y/N could go any deeper, but he needed them too. Steve hooked his legs around their waist, locking his ankles. Shoving Y/N's cock even further in.

"Fuck your cock is so big" Steve whimpered, his thighs clenching and his whole body shaking.

"yeah? You like when I fuck you with my cock, pretty boy?" Y/N teased

"Yes, Sir. Fucking me so good. Your cock is so big and fuck fuck fuck" Steve moaned out.

Steve was seeing stars once Y/N's hand moved from Steve's wrist down to his cock.

Steve was barely hanging on. Y/N's cock deep in him, and their hand pumping up and down his cock. He was buzzing everywhere.

"Fuck I love you. I love your cock. I love your hands. Just fuck everything" Steve whined out

"I love you too. Gonna cum for me, again? Huh Steve? Gonna be a good boy and cum all over your stomach? With my cock buried deep in you?" Y/N smirked, watching as Steve was trying his best to open his eyes

"yes, sir, fuck. Gonna cum for you, again" Steve whined. His head is thrown back, Y/N's lips immediately attaching to the free skin.

Y/N sucked on Steve's neck, their hand jerking off his cock, and their other hand holding on to Steve's waist.

Steve could feel them touching him everywhere. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, and his stomach clenching.

"right there huh? That's the spot?" Y/n chuckled seeing as Steve silently screamed in pleasure. His thighs shaking, the strength in his legs gave out, dropping on the sheets below him. Steve had no energy to try anything. Just laying there and taking Y/N's cock.

"Fuck fuck fuckkkkkkkk, gonna" Steve whined

Before he could even tell Y/N he was going to cum, he came all over his stomach and Y/N's hand. Covering them both in his cum.

"Good boy" Y/N praised, slowly sliding out of Steve, gently rubbing his thighs as they fully pulled out.

Steve whined as he became empty once again.

"We are so doing that again" Steve laughed in bliss. Still catching his breath as Y/N cleaned off his stomach

"yes we are. Now kiss me" Y/N smiled, leaning down to kiss Steve's lips

[lolitarosaa]

heavy-duty laundry service - chapter 2

Author's note: I wrote this one during my lunch break and I finished when I got home. Such a long write made my shoulder sore. I had fun though. I will be expanding on this while my brain tries to do something with the other story. There are recurring themes in this story and the other one, they're not in the same universe though, I like the way they work together. The rose thing is for me, I have an obsession so y’all will be hearing more of these flowers from me.

Please like always excuse any grammar mistakes,

Thanks for reading my rosebuds. - rosalinda

TW: blood, torture, guns, mentions of sex, reg. John wick stuff.

The cleaning took about two days: one day for drying, one day for dismantling, three days for the order of kevlar to come in, two days to cut and shape the material, and one day to sew it back together and fix the torn suit.

"It’s beautiful," you say to yourself as you admire your handiwork. "I hope Mr. Wick will be happy."

It’s been about a week and a half since you last saw him. The tales you heard, while you were in the Marines and in the underworld, were true. John is a man of focus, commitment, and sheer will, just like a true marine.

Charlie sent you his number. You were a bit nervous to call him, and you had no idea why. It made your tummy twist in knots. It could be because of his reputation, his skill, or just because he was a very handsome man.

You bit the bullet; you called him before you hurled your phone across the room.

Ring, ring, "Hello?" His voice was like bourbon, smooth and burning.

"Hello, Mr. Wick, it’s y/n. Your clothes are ready for drop-off."

"Ah, Ms. y/n, it's good to hear from you again; I thought you had run off with my clothes."

You chuckle at his words: "No, sir, I would never".

"Good, I like that suit. Well, I'm at the Continental; just ask for my information at the concierge. I'll be waiting, dear."

"Of course sir," you hang up, and you exhale, "Wow, that was exhilarating."

The drive to the Continental was nerve-racking; you raced there to see if it would burn off some steam, but it didn't. The suit was next to you, and all you thought about was John. You hoped he would try it on, and you really wanted to see him in your revised suit.

As you swerve to the hotel, you get your suit in hand, hand your keys to the valet, and say, "Please be careful with the car." You hand him two coins, hoping the extra coin will keep your car safe. "Thank you."

As you make your way to the concierge, your heart is racing, pounding out of your chest. As you make your way to the desk, there's a man there with papers in his hand; his name tag says, "Charon."

“Excuse me, Charon,”

“Yes? Oh, Ms. y/n. Mr. Wick has been expecting you; he told me to give you his room key and his room information. He is in room 818, and here is his room key.” He slides you the room key, and as you take it, it feels heavy in your hand; it's steel, but in your mind, it weighs about a stone.

“Thank you, Charon,”

“It’s a pleasure, Ms. y/n.”

As you make your way to the elevators, you think to yourself, "Why would he give you a room key? Couldn't you just knock? What if you find him in a compromising position? Well, you wouldn't mind that.” Ding. The elevator ding startled you from your not-so-clean thoughts; the room at the end of the hall, his room, your blood runs cold, one foot in front of the other, breath, you remind yourself.

As you take the key from your back pocket, you insert it in, you open the door with shaky hands, and you step in, saying, "Mr. Wick, I’m coming in; it’s y/n." You make your way in, you hear the shower running, "Ohh, this could be awkward," you think to yourself, the knot in your stomach getting tighter, your legs running cold. As you walk into the room, you walk to a side table with a chair next to it, and you sit with the suit in hand.

You sit and wait. You look around the room; it’s a standard hotel room with nothing much to see, but you were so nervous for your encounter that your eyes darted across the room. You heard the water stop, and your body tensed up as you waited for the door to open.

As the door opens, your eyes are trained on the door knob. As John steps out, you see him in a towel. Your face perks up a bit. As John enters the room, you stand still, scared to move or make a sound. Your eyes follow him as he sits on the bed.

“So, Ms. Y/N, that’s my suit?”

You take a deep breath as you try to concentrate on the conversations and not on his hair dripping wet or the droplets of water trailing down his body.

“Yes, Mr. Wick, please take a look.” As you stand and turn to open the dust bag, you can feel John’s eyes on you, analyzing and taking you in. As you hand it to him, he makes contact with your hand and says, "It’s warm and rough."

"It’s heavier, and it looks better than before." He takes the suit and studies it, looking at the stitching, the inside of the jacket, the cufflinks, and the patching from the injuries he received the last time they met.

“Tell me, what’s different?” As you step towards him, you take the jacket and show him the inside.

“Well, Mr. Wick, as you can see, the lining has been replaced; the inside of the jacket has two layers of kevlar, and the pantsuits also have two layers of kevlar. The lining was too damaged to be patched, so I had to replace it, as the suit was an older model and didn't have any protection. And as you have come into this line of work in unfortunate circumstances, my best bet was to insert two layers instead of one, which is why I also added it to your pantsuit. Better be safe than sorry. The cufflinks were my personal touch—part of my brand, if you will.” You say this as your hand slides to the silver rose cufflinks.

“Personal brand? Please expand on that, Ms. Y/N.” He said this to you as he looked into your eyes.

"Well, it meant to represent my call signal when I was in the Marines, which then became my alias here in the underworld. My call signal was Rose. I was in the Special Operations Command; I was clean up, and as a woman, the command believed I was not suited for the missions that were taken. It was a load of bullshit. I'll tell you that I was the second best sniper; if you were to ask me, I was number one, but that prick, Miller, had the balls to say he was better." You say that you remember who you're talking to.

"Um.. sorry about that, sir. It’s a touchy subject, since I was KIA," you say, as there is a hot rush of blood going to your cheeks.

John is trying to process what you have said: "So you're a Marine? And you were killed in action?"

“Yes, well, in a way, as you can see, I'm standing here now.”

"So, what happened?"

"It's a long story that I don't mind telling you, but not right now; you are a busy man. The only thing I can say is that Bastard Miller is at the bottom of the ocean."

"Well, Ms. y/n, I am intrigued; I can't wait to hear more."

"Of course, sir. Now, may I see the suit on you? I want to know if there’s anything to fix or adjust."

"Sure, dear. Let me get changed; you can stay here; I'll change in the restroom."

"Sir, are you sure? It's your room after all; I don't want to be a bother."

"Nonsense, Ms. y/n, please stay; it won't take long."

"Very well, Mr. Wick." You say as John stands up and walks to the restroom, your eyes following him, you see his tattoos, "Oh god, give me strength; don’t let my thoughts win." The door closes, you gasp for air, your hands on your knees for support. "Holy shit," you say to yourself as you walk to the chair and sit down. No man has ever given you lightheadedness before; you don't even know how you stood so close to him and did not pass out cold.

Wrapped in your thoughts of what you have been through, you don't hear the click of the hotel door. You are slouching in your seat, hard to see, and the movement behind the plane glass headrest makes you alert.

You may be a cleaner and a seamstress now, but in your past life, you were a Marine, and a damn good one. You always carry weapons on your person. You lean down enough to not be seen and grab your gun behind your back and stay in position. It’s a woman, and as she moves to the left of the room, John comes out of the bathroom. "Well, Ms. y/n, you did a goo-'' The woman moves her gun to shoot; she doesn't see you as she moves. You tackle her down, and her gun shoots upward, hitting John in the shoulder.

"Ahh, shit, Perkins, don't you know the goddamn rules?" You say to her:

"Y/N, what the hell are you doing here?" She struggles to free herself.

"On the job, now stop moving." You sit on her chest, one leg on her legs, one hand on her arm, the other on her neck, and your other leg on her arm.

"Fuck you, uhtu," she spit in your face.

Spit drops from your eye to your nose. "You fucking bitch, I always knew you were fake." Your hands travel to her neck, your legs move to her arms, keeping her still, and you try to choke her out. As she gasps for air, John stands up and runs to you.

"Y/N, let her go; she can help us find where Losefs hiding," John said, with an arm on your shoulder.

You do as told and let her neck go; she sucks in as much air as she can and coughs. "Bitch," you say to her.

As you stand up, John grabs Perkins, and you go to the bed. You move the comforter and grab the flat sheet, ripping it into long strands. You move Perkins, now sitting on the chair where you were sitting, and you tie her hands to each other and her legs to the chair.

"Well, y/n, you sure did not lose your touch; you still fight like a Marine," John says as he looks at you.

"Thank you, sir." You wipe the remaining saliva off your face. "How’s the suit holding up?" you say as you look at the shoulder hit.

"Good, I'm not bleeding." John said it with a smile on his face.

"Oh god, stop trying to get yourselves off and kill me already." Perkins said as she groaned.

"Oh, shut up, Perkins," you say, moving to grab your gun that was under the bed when you kicked it in the tackle. You cock your gun and aim at her foot. You shoot.

"Ahh! You fucking bitch!" she shouted in pain.

"Don't you ever spit on me again, you piece of shit," you say as you put your gun on safety and place it on your back.

John looks at you, a bit surprised at your display but not unimpressed. A little smile on his face.

"Now, Ms. Perkins, will you kindly tell us where Losef is hiding?" John said it with a bit of an evil smirk on his face and a tone of amusement.

"Fuckin’ cocksucker," Perkins said under her breath.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" John asks.

"Fuck you," she said a bit louder.

John steps on her injured foot and says, "Ahh! Shit!" She yelled.

"Now, tell me what you said," John said while gritting his teeth. "No, he can't be hot in this situation; god, he looks good in that suit." you think to yourself as you stand back and let John do his interrogation.

"Fuck!" John places more pressure on her foot, digging his heel into the bullet hole.

"Fine! I'll talk! Ahh!"

"Good, tell me where Losefs is." John grabs her hair and pulls her face upward, looking into her eyes.

"I don't know where he is!" John places his foot on her bloody foot again.

"Then what do you know?" He grits his teeth and digs in the wound again.

"Ahh! In Little Russia, there's a church. It’s a front; it’s where Viggo keeps his stash." He lets go of her foot.

"Good." He moves his hand, and with the hand holding his gun, he hits her with the butt of his gun, knocking her cold. Her body slumps forward.

You turn to the phone, picking it up. "The front desk, please?"

"Hello?"

"Ah, Charon, we need to clean up here."

"Clean up? Did the job go better than expected?" Charorn said with a tone of delight

"Uhh, no, not that kind of fun; we had an uninvited guest try to kill John and me."

"Oh, I see; pardon me. Okay, I’m sending someone up now."

"Thank you,"

"And again, Ms. Y/N, I am so sorry."

"It’s fine; it was funny," you say as you let out a chuckle.

"Okay, thank you, Ms. y/n."

"Sure," you say as you put the phone down.

"So what was that about?" John looks at you,

"Ah, Charon thought we had sex," you say as you walk closer to him.

"Did he now?" He looked at you with his eyebrow going up in amusement; it seemed he was staring into your soul.

"Yeah," you say, looking away from his gaze and trying to compose your red cheeks.

A knock on the door is heard, and John cocks his gun.

"Don’t shoot; it’s clean up," you say to him as you turn your head towards the door.

"Come in; the doors are open!"

“Ms. y/n, Mr. Wick, we are here for clean-up.” The man in uniform is standing near the doorway.

“She is right there;” you gesture to Perkins. “She is alive and just knocked out."

"Okay, we will take it from here." The man said as one of his men cut her from the chair, placing handcuffs into her hands, and putting her on his back.

"Excuse me," the man said, "the management has given you the presidential suit as an apology; we are very sorry for the events that occurred." He hands the new keys to John and says, "Please don't hesitate to ask for anything you both may need; also, please remember to hand your room keys in."

“Thank you, John,” and I say it at the same time.

“Of course,” the man in the suit leaves.

“Well, that was something, wasn't it?” You say this to John with your head looking down. “So what now?”

“Well, we go to the church,” and he looks at you and hands you the extra key.

“I’m sorry, we?” You ask in surprise as your head shoots up to look at him.

“Yes, we. I need your help, and you're a good fighter.” He comes to you with the key in hand.

You take a deep breath. The idea of being on the hunt again excites you to the core; the rush of adrenaline. You sigh.

“Fine, we'll take my car.” You say this as you take the key from his hand. “And now that we will be working together, call me y/n.”

“Okay, deal, but you stay with me until we finish the job, and you call me John no more, Mr. Wick.”

“Got it,”

“Okay, let's get to work.”

[lynns-cornerr]

(Some of) sumeru cast x gn! sleepy reader

Author note: This is the first time I publish here on Tumblr, also English is not my first language, so in case of errors please report it in the comments.

And also, thanks @alizaneth for the idea! Let me know what you think and if you like <3

+ I wanted to write the whole cast of Sumeru but I didn’t have the time and couldn’t wait to publish, so i wrote only for Tighnari, Candace and Nilou. I promise will try to publish as soon as possible a second part with the rest of the characters (ie Cyno, Dehya, Kaveh and AlHiatham)

Tighnari

- The first time he saw you he thought you were dead (💀). But how to blame him, it was late at night when he saw you in the heart of the forest. usually no adventurer with a minimum of sense would have camped there without having properly set up a tent etc.

- But not you. You were sleeping on a log, and your tent was half-mounted by your side.

- He was afraid that some wild animal in the forest had hurt you, but when he came up he didn’t see any blood or anything, so he knew you were just sleeping.

- When you woke up, you were no longer in the forest, but in Grandhava Village.

- You were in a room completely unknown to you, but before you could record what had happened, you heard the door opened and then revealed a young boy with dark hair and two large ears similar to those of a fox

"First of all, consider yourself lucky, adventurer. I think you need to review your survival guide"

- From there, he began to call you back for negligence and inattention, explaining to you every danger you could face if he didn’t save you. He was so caught up in his speech, he didn’t realize you’d gone back to sleep.

- Sighed, one part of him wanted to push you out of bed and re-start complaining about your your behaviour, while the other wanted to leave you alone yet another longer.

- He could not deny that he was intrigued by you. Maybe after you wake up and finish his speech, he could offer you something or ask you what your name was, considering he didn’t even have time to do that

- A few hours later, he offered you something to drink and to eat, and in the meantime you told him about you and while you spoke to him about you and this 'habit' of yours. He listened to you in silence, taking an interest in every word that came out of your mouth

- In the end, he said that in case you had to make other excursions through the forest, you would have to tell him so that he could find time for you and accompany you. For your safety, of course and not because he wanted to spend more time with you

Nilou

- Nilou strolled through the streets of the Grand Baazar quietly at the crack of dawn, heading to Mr Jut to buy a tahchin, until she noticed you sitting on the edge of the fountain under the stage where she used to rehearse her dance

- She had never seen you before, he knew the Grand Baazar and the big "family" had been there since he was eight, so she would surely have noticed you if you were there

- She was worried and thought you weren’t feeling well considering your slightly bizarre appearance and where you were resting (certainly not one of the most comfortable places to sleep or anything), so she approached you and tried to figure out if everything was okay

- But, while she put his hand on your forehead to check your temperature, you opened your eyes, making her jump and, because of that sudden awakening, you lost your balance and fell into the fountain

"Oh dear archons, I’m so sorry!"

- The young woman whit long red hair immediately helped you up, repeatedly apologizing

- Being a great friend of the merchants at the Grand Baazar, they helped you by giving you decent clothes changes while waiting for your parents to dry completely

- After you changed and explained to her for the fifth time that you were not angry, she offered in apology to buy you a tahchin, so you followed her to the stand (actually i have no idea how to call it) to which she went every day.

- Seeing your sleepy face glowing with joy as you ate, she told you she would like If every morning I came with her to eat and chat a little and you in response told her that you would never wake up at such a time

- From that day , a strange relationship arose between the two of you.

- Whenever she had to rehearse her dances she would invite you to see her, even though most of the time you would fall asleep towards the end, but she didn’t mind, indeed she found it cute, so much so that you wrapped her sitting at your side, She made you lean your head on her knees and take a nap with you

Candace

- As the current guardian of the Aaru Village, Candace always has a busy schedule, but that day it was her free day after so long, or at least, she should have.

- She was going to buy a few things and go home, but Nawaz - one of the children in the village - called her and said he had seen a person on the edge of the village who didn’t look quite fit and was worried that someone had attacked them

- Immediately, Candace went to the point that Nawas had indicated to her, only to find what looked like an adventurer leaning against a rock that rubbed his eyes

- When you fully recover from your nap, you find yourself a tall and imposing woman in front of you

"Hello adventurer. I think you are not of these areas... please follow me to a safer place to rest"

- She escorted you to the village chief’s house (where the archon quest took place, in case you didn’t understand) and invited you to sit down while he went to get you something to eat. But when she came back you were sleeping again, your head on the table

- She laid the tray on the table and sat down beside it. She stroked your hair and moved your face from the front. She watched you sleep, and wondered why you was so tired. What kind of exploration did you do to be so tired? Had you met enemies along the way?

- She didn’t realize that while she was thinking about all these questions, she was playing with your hair, turning it around on her finger and slightly combing it.

- When she noticed that you were opening your eyes, she immediately withdrew her hand and put it in front of her face, wanting to hide the slight redness due to embarrassment

- Afterwards, you spent the rest of the day together, where you told her about your travels and about yourself. she even invited you to stay with her until you left, and she added that she would be more than happy to host you in the future

[yippeebeast]

PSA: NEVER!!! ASK A FEM LESBIAN FASHION ADVICE UNLESS YOU WANT AN ESSAY

so im planning to dye my hair soon, so i got in contact with my older sister (who well call KT, she dues her hair A LOT) to ask her about a specific brand i wanted to use (if shes used it, if she knows anybody whos used it, what her/their experience with it was like, does she recommend it), what brands does she recommend and what tips and advice she has for me.

now dont get me wrong, i am forever grateful for her to go so extremely in depth, but i find it so funny bc like

i was expecting like "oh i recommend x and you should probably put vaseline on your ears/skin near your hair so it doesnt stain" and she just-

ill just copy paste what she wrote:

"I use lunar tides hair dye - I don't think I know anyone who uses the good dye young. I've used splat, manic panic, and arctic Fox before, I did not like either of those. Lunar tides also sells dye brushes, which are useful. Most colors will also look nicer if you tone your hair, lunar tides sells a toner that works well.

Getting good bleach is really important to prevent your hair from getting fried- the only two I would recommend are Guy Tang Mydentity Big Nine with the matching 20vol developer or Scharzkopf Blondeme with the matching 20vol developer. I like the guy Tang one better, but it's not always available on Amazon while you can always buy Blondeme. They are both a bit expensive, but you can use them for touchups for another 18 months (so per use it should end up around the same as the cheap single-use options, and it's definitely cheaper than going somewhere to do it)

Good aftercare is also important to help prevent your hair from getting overly damaged. Everyone's hair has slightly different needs, but I really like hask products (and they aren't too expensive). I use their rose oil and peach shampoo, for conditioner I make a mix of about 75% hask rose oil and peach conditioner, 20% either hask argan oil deep conditioner or rose oil and peach deep conditioner, and then 5% of the dye+toner I use to keep my color fresh, and then when my hair is about 90% dry after showering I put in hask repairing argan oil

For actually doing it: I usually do it over the weekend, and take 2-3 days to finish. first gather everything. You will need

-some sort of plastic container

-a plastic fork or small whisk

-plastic alligator clips

-gloves

-trash bags

-Vaseline

-bleach and developer

-hair dye and toner

Either wear clothes you don't mind ruining or do it in the bathroom naked. Cut holes in a trash bag to wear as a poncho, and cut open a few more to protect the area around you. Put Vaseline around your hairline and on your ears to protect yourself from the bleach. Section your hair off with the clips, I usually put all of the top of my hair in one clip, clip forward each side from the back of my ears, and then one side in the back (I can draw a diagram). At this point you can mix the bleach following the instructions on the packaging using the plastic container and plastic fork/whisk.

It's obviously easier to bleach the back of the head with help, but it's possible to do it by yourself. Before your start, set a timer for the lowest amount of time the bleach instructions say to process AND a timer for half that time. I work in vertical sections about 1/2 inch thick starting from the back unclipped side forward to the ears, making sure to use the brush to apply the bleach evenly from about 1/2 inch from the scalp to the end of the unbleached section (for you, all the hair, which will make it easier), when the bleach is brushed on I will also rub it into my hair a bit with my (gloved) hands. Repeat the process on the other side of the back, and then both side sections. On the top put all the hair on one side, and then bleach it and move it over 1/2 inch at a time. If your first timer goes off before you finish stop what you are doing and wait for the first section of bleach to finish processing before you continue, otherwise you will either not bleach part of your hair enough or make part of your hair fall out, or both. After the second timer goes off look at the most recently bleached section to see if it's light yellow (level 9 or 10) by moving some of the bleach out of the way, if it's not wait 5 minutes and check again up until it's either light enough or you reach the maximum processing time on the instructions. Wash the bleach out and let it dry, if you didn't bleach your whole head the first round wait for your hair to mostly dry and then continue where you left off.

When your whole head is bleached you can either tone (recommended) or go right into dying. Most bright hair dye are "semi permanent," which means they are basically just conditioners with a lot of pigment in them. They can be left in much longer than the instructions say, but the longer they are left in the stronger the color will be. I usually leave my toner in about 2x the amount of time recommended in the instructions, which makes my hair light purple instead of white. I usually leave my dye in for several hours, which leaves my hair a VERY intense pink, which leaves more room for it to fade while still looking nice. These dyes also usually have conditioning ingredients, so leaving them in for a while usually leaves your hair nice and soft after the bleaching.

After my hair is dyed I usually wash my hair 2x a week, but since you are still a teenager you should probably be washing your hair more often. On the weekends I take a long bath, and will sit with my tinted conditioner for about 45 minutes so it can really keep my hair fresh

Also I usually use like 12 oz of hair dye for all my hair, and about 10oz of bleach for my roots. Your hair is definitely longer than mine, and you definitely have more hair to bleach than my roots, so prepare for that. You will likely need to buy more than one jar of whatever dye you get, and if you get those single packs of black you will probably need at least 4 (learned that the hard way the first time I bleached my hair, my friend went to CVS when I was half bleached to get some more cheap stuff and it took a while to grow out the damage it left)"

so yeah if anybody needed a full length tut on how to dye your hair, KTs the girl to go to

[mcyt-peach]

of water buckets and warm sweaters

*:･ﾟ summary: being the target of Tommy's prank leaves you drenched and relying on your coworker for dry clothes

*:･ﾟ pairing: cc!karl x gn!reader

*:･ﾟ warnings: swearing, Tommy being Tommy, reader uses they/them pronouns

*:･ﾟ note: I think this was the official first piece I wrote for this series and as such it has a special place in my heart thank you so much for the love and support I've received for this series I couldn't be happier with the way it turned out

*:･ﾟ series masterlist

You'll admit, maybe it was foolish to expect a day at the SMP Honey Company to be anything less than chaotic. Still, the last thing you expected when walking into the store was to be drenched with freezing water from above.

"TOMMY" you yell after the giggling boy as he scampered out of the store. "Seriously? A bucket of water on the door, what are you twelve?"

Your angry mutterings are stopped by the sound of the back door opening, as you watch Karl walk through, clad in his work shirt.

When he sees you, his eyes widen slightly. He looked between your soaking form and the bucket at your feet until a smile spread across his face.

"Don't! Karl Jacobs, don't you dare laugh at my suffering!" You spoke in a playfully exasperated tone.

Despite your begging, he still erupted into a fit of giggles, only calming down to apologize. "Tommy?" he guessed.

"I swear I'm gonna have to get someone to teach him a lesson one day." You grumble, hanging your head in defeat.

"Well I'm not sure I can beat him up without getting fired," he spoke, "but I can get you a dry uniform!"

"Really?! Karl you're the best!" Before you could throw yourself onto him, Karl shyly caught your arms mid air.

He grinned down at you, "Maybe wait until you're not sopping wet to hug me?"

You sheepishly removed your arms from Karl's grasp and made your way to the employee bathrooms while Karl went to his car.

After a few minutes of trying and failing to dry yourself off with the paper towels in the bathroom, you hear a tentative knock on the door. Karl seemed hesitant to speak, but began after you called his name.

"Y/n I'm really sorry, I swore I had an extra work shirt in my car but I couldn't find it." His defeated voice sounded muffled through the door.

Shit. What were you going to do? Sure, your pants had survived Tommy's prank, but you couldn't work in a drenched shirt. You couldn't bail on your shift either. Only you and Karl had been scheduled for the whole day and you couldn't leave him to fend for himself.

A deep breath came from beyond the door. "But I have something else that might work." Slowly, the door cracked open and Karl's hand slipped through, holding a colorful bundle. "Of course, you don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable. I totally get it if you..." His nervous rambling only paused once he felt your fingers brush against his while you grabbed the soft bundle.

"Thank you." Your voice came out quieter than you had expected.

When you unwrapped the package, your suspicions were confirmed. One of Karl's signature sweaters rested in your hands and you felt your face lift into a smile before you could catch yourself.

Moments later, you pushed open the door to see Karl staring at his shoes. When he looked up, his face erupted into a bright blush, eyes wide and mouth open.

You giggled at his expression and held up the fabric that pooled around your arms. "I think it's a little big." You supplied, when he failed to speak. "Mind helping me roll up the sleeves?"

Without a word, he slowly and carefully rolled the fabric towards your wrists. His touch was light, like you would slip away if he made a sudden move.

When he finished, he struggled to meet your eyes before mumbling something you couldn't catch.

"Huh?"

"I said, you can hug me now." The smile evident in his tone, despite hiding his face from you.

His arms were firm but gentle, warm and encompassing around your frame. You smiled into his shoulder, reveling in his touch.

A cough sounded out behind you, causing both of you to jump apart from each other.

"I hate to ruin the moment, but your shift started 10 minutes ago." Phil stood with his arms crossed and an amused smile on his face.

Right. Back to work.

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[bl00dclipse]

Abby Anderson x crybaby!reader

A/N! I’ve been seeing lots of crybaby!reader fics recently so I got inspired to write this. I wrote this while I was high (right now) so it’s probably not that good :P

Proofread? Yes. No. Sorta.

Word count! 550

“Come on babe” abby says as she guides you through the front door of your shared home. You two had just come back from a week long supply run. The entire time you were out you just felt useless. Everyone else on the run was much stronger that you. So naturally, they handled the harder stuff.

You dissociated during half of that whole week.

Now you were exhausted mentally. On the verge of crying. Abby noticed this of course. However, she knew it would just embarrass you if she addressed it with the others. So she waiting till you guys could be alone at home.

As soon as you walked through that door, the tears streamed down your face. “Oh sweetheart come here” abby reached her strong arms around you as you begin to sob. All the feelings of the past few days finally catching up to you.

Abby strokes her fingers through your hair slowly. “Abbs I-I just can’t I’m so useless I can never do anything right. All I did was slow you guys down I-I’m sorry I’m sorry”. Your words come out in a bunch as you start to sob harder. “Y/N you aren’t useless at all. You may not be able to lift as heavy as us but you helped a lot in other ways. Nobody thought you were slowing us down at all..” your sobs slow down and you sniffle. “..you promise..?” She smiles softly looking down at you. “I promise.. let’s go get cleaned up” “okay”

She grabs your hand, leading you down the hall to the bathroom. Closing the door, she leans down and gives you a peck on your lips. “It’s all over, just relax now” She turns on the shower to be steamy and really hot, just how you like it. You both strip out of your dirty clothes and hop in the shower.

As the water hits you both, you feel okay. You realize that she is right. It’s over. There is no reason to dwell on those emotions when you are here..with her.

She runs her hands over your body and kisses the crook of your neck. You hum at the loving feeling. She starts scrubbing your body down. It’s something she loved to do. A simple act of affection.

You turn towards her and reach for her still braided hair. “Why did you get in with your hair still braided” you giggle and she smiles. “I was distracted” you hum. “With what” “you’re just so beautiful when your eyes are puffy and your cheeks are red.” You smile up at her “liar I look like a wreck”. She leans down and kisses you. “You’re my beautiful girl”

Her words send butterflies straight to your stomach. You loved how she always knew how to say the right things.

You guys finish off your shower and dry off to get dressed in your sleepwear. Scurrying off to your room. Holding hands while getting into bed. She pulls you into her chest and you look up to her. “I love you a lot abbs. You’re everything to me”. You see a faint smile on her face even though it’s pretty dark in your room. “I love you so much more” she says before kissing you passionately.

You both hum while rapidly falling asleep in each others arms.

[queen-tashie]

Writing Whispers

Tagged by @mrbexwrites, thanks! :D I've saved the greatest old excerpt for last, as a grand finale, which... you'll see why XD

Rules: find a few paragraphs of writing from as long ago as you can. Re-write them how you would now.

Tagging - @merriweather-the-un-merri-writer, @isabellebissonrouthier, and anyone else interested in trying this out! (It was a lot of fun!)

This took a while because most of my old writing was in notebooks. Fortunately, I still have some of them B-)

First, Against the Current, which is a Pokemon Fanfic I started in November 2009 and posted on a Finneon fan club Deviant Art account.

The black sea was still. The wind was calm. All the Pokémon of the area were resting, or so it seemed. Svena was a Totodile with a unique personality. Instead of being impulsive like many usually were, she was much more pensive. She enjoyed making theories about things surrounding her, like why the moon grew and shrunk every month, or why water reflected images when it was still.

How I'd write Against the Current now:

The wind and sea were unusually calm tonight. Svena, a Totodile, was waiting by the water's edge, her feet still dry in the cool sand. The starlight wasn't enough to show her reflection staring back tonight. Too many clouds covered the sky, cloaking the world in darkness. Svena stared out into the watery abyss, her body trembling as she fought against her fear just to be here, to be this close. At least the others couldn't see her. She was alone, so she thought.

Survival of the Fittest is what I call my 'second novel' which I never finished (much like my 'first novel'). This was an original work from November 2008.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Tyler tried to ignore his wireless alarm clock’s constant siren, but it was excessively insufferable. He felt around for the snooze button. His alarm clock seemed like a worthless little device, but getting up before the sun was important. Even in the year 2084, alarm clocks were still used as often as they were a century ago.

How I'd write Survival of the Fittest now:

Tyler slapped his alarm clock more times than he should've, but it wasn't turning off. He rose his sleepy head from the bunched-up sweatshirt, but before he could locate the snooze button on the displaced device, Miranda reached over him and shut it off, squeezing him close against her half-clothed body. They couldn't afford to 'sleep in', but gods was she intoxicating.

And now for quite possibly the single greatest line I've ever written in my life, a paragraph from my untitled Oblivion (TES) Fanfic which also includes a scene of paying a roofer via dead-drop, circa 2009. I wrote it in a notebook, but I've transcribed it word for word. You may thing it's not good until that last sentence dares you to change your mind.

Descending the stairs, he tipped over a glass vase on the shelf next to the railing. It chipped, but did not shatter, so he propped it back up, assuming no one would notice. His grey eyes scanned the room. The innkeeper was dozing off in a chair at a table. His goblet was still half-full of ale. Thorn noticed that someone was watching him, so he decided against cutting the innkeeper's coinpurse. He seated himself in a corner where the whole room could be witnessed, so he could observe the observer. The mysterious figure was leaning against a wall adjacent to the front door. Hidden, yet not hiding, he or she waited as if waiting to react to an action.

How I'd write this untitled Oblivion fanfic now, which is a downgrade imo:

Thorn descended the stairs, his eyes on the sleeping innkeeper's coinpurse. As he unsheathed his dagger, his elbow bumped a glass vase, tipping it over and causing the innkeeper to stir. Thorn decided against the impulsive theft, despite the highwayman price he'd paid for the room that night. When he stepped off the uneven stairs onto the shoddy floor, he sensed something. Someone. He was being watched. Thorn's eyes met their's. Dark and piercing under the hood of their cloak, before they fled from the inn.

[dancingbabya-notes]

Stuck together

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Chapter 2: Connect

Welcome back to whatever this is. (Side note I wrote this before Bakugo decided on a hero name so his hero name here is Ground Xero) This has been done for a while and I’m sure that no one even knows the first one exists. So here’s the second part.

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Cleaning up the last of the dishes, I try not to drop my cup as the door opens. Trying to move quick enough to catch the fur bullet, I was shocked to see Bakugo catch Banana effortlessly. Behind the blond was another man, just from his grin and his smiling eyes I recognized him as another one of the top fifteen. Red Riot, the rock-hard hero. Bakugo walks in and I notice that Red Riot awkwardly tries to figure out what to do.

“Come in don’t be shy,” placing the last of the dishes on the rack I look around for the towel to dry my hands.

“Your cat ’s broken,” Bakugo grumbles.

I roll my eyes. “Banana was raised by dogs.”

As my cat jumps from the hold that Bakugo has on him, Bakugo looks at me confused.

“I don’t remember giving you my spare key for you to just walk in like this Bakugo,” I cross my arms waiting for the man to explain himself.

“Damn woman,” he huffs. “You said you needed someone to look after your fucking cat while we were in Hokkaido.”

I did mention that I guess it slipped my mind while packing my things. Pulling my hair tie out I nod.

“Thank you Bakugo,” smiling I have to keep my eyes on the floor. “Where have my manners gone? I’m Kowari Yoko. The fur bullet you will be checking on is Banana.”

“Banana? Interesting name for a cat,” the red-haired man laughs. “Call me Kirishima.”

Bakugo sits on the couch. “Are you ready to leave for the airport?”

“Just need to bring my suitcase to the front door.” Turning around a bit I frown looking at the ground.

“Banana that is not how we keep mommy home!” I scold with a sigh. “Sorry, I have to repack my suitcase. Banana thinks that if he takes my clothes out that I’ll stay home.”

Picking up the trail of clothes I pout trying to get this done as quickly as possible.

“Do you need help?” Kirishima was following behind me.

I shake my head as I kick my door open all the way. “I’m switching to a duffle bag; my cat is a menace.”

Turning to the animal proud of his mess.

“Banana this was low even for you.”

Digging through my closet, I find the duffle bag and start filling it with the things that had been inside my suitcase. I notice that Kirishima and Bakugo stand at the door watching me.

“Is this entertaining to you?” zipping the bag, I pull the strap over my shoulder.

“No, just didn’t know you had newer hero stuff in your room,” Bakugo scoffs.

“Don’t worry Mr. Xero I have all your things,” I roll my eyes. “My youngest cousin is going to faint when he sees you. He sent me a picture of his design and you’re it.”

Bakugo raises a brow. “What?”

“Oh, I should have explained more. Well before that—” Cutting myself off I turn to look at the red head with a smile. “Kirishima, you do not need to stay at my house. But my numbers are on the fridge and the trash cycle is there. My room is all yours, and the office is cleaned,” I point to the door behind him.

“You’re being too nice to me Coral,” he laughs.

I blink. “Wait have we worked together before?”

“Are you ready to go or not?!” Bakugo groans.

Picking up my phone I nod. “Yes, I’m ready to go. We are still pretty early.”

Pulling my key from my pocket I hand it to the redhaired man. Bakugo makes a huff before leaving the apartment. There’s a taxi waiting for us downstairs, and the ride was stiff, to say the least. Airports are not something I liked to visit, but here with Bakugo, it was quick and easy. I wanted to sleep on the plane ride, but the unfinished conversation was evident in Bakugo’s eyes.

“So, what did you want to hear?” I fix my tablet in my lap as the attendant finishes their instruction.

He crosses his arms with a frown. “Why am I making a sculpture of myself?”

“Since I was little, we always made sculptures of heroes, the first one I made was of Present mic. I stood out in the snow for hours waiting for the water to freeze. Teru actually wanted to make a statue of me, but I told him that we shouldn’t do that,” I explain as I pull up the pictures.

He looks at my tablet and nods. “Was it your idea?”

I shake my head and lock the tablet. “No, we have a list of the all the heroes we plan to do. We still need to do you, Red Riot, Speak no Evil, Uravity, and Acid Queen.”

“You haven’t made sculptures of those dorks,” he scoffs.

“Don’t be mean to your friends, anyway. I have other ideas for yours, but Teru and Meru seem set on the one they sent me,” I shrug.

“What’s your family like?”

I think for a moment. “Uh-oh.”

“What the hell do you mean uh-oh?”

“I may have forgotten to tell then that I was bringing you with me.”

“They don’t know that I’m coming?”

“You make it seem like we’re getting married and you’re going to meet my dad or something. Don’t worry, my aunt and uncle are okay with last-minute changes like this. Our annex is huge.”

For the rest of the flight, Bakugo was quiet, which gave me a chance to take a nap before we landed. Once off the plane, it was supposed to be smooth sailing, instead, it was a fight. After getting off the plane I needed to rent a truck to get to the annex, but my reservation didn’t go through. Standing at the door I frown.

Picking up my ringing phone I frown. “Sorry Kyo, we’re gonna be a little late. My truck reservation didn’t go through.”

~Really? Keichi, grab your keys we’re gonna pick up Yo~

The line goes dead, and I look to the disgruntled man trying to keep himself warm. Taking my coat off I give it to him.

“You need this more than me,” he huffs.

“Kyoko and Keichi are coming to pick us up. Meaning you and I get to ride in my sister’s truck,” I explain.

Bakugo nods but wraps my jacket around me roughly. Not arguing I sit next to him waiting for my sister to appear from the thick of snow.

Thirty minutes. I almost used the water in her body to make her stop.

“What the hell kind of magic did you use to get here so damn fast?” I all but growl.

Keichi huffs. “My parents are gonna kill me if they found out we did that.”

“Oh, don’t worry your pretty little head Keichi. Aunty and Uncle have been waiting for Yo to take a day off and visit,” Kyoko laughs.

Bakugo grumbles and we walk out to see the two cars. I take the keys from my sister and climb up. Bakugo looks from me to the other car, shaking my head I wave him on. With the doors closed, I look to him. From his calm demeanor I know he wasn’t aware of the gravity of the situation, so I slowly prepare myself as I think of the best way to tell him.

“My sister made a three-hour drive in thirty minutes.”

He seems to choke. “What?”

“She just drove all the way here with Keichi behind her. I’m gonna drive the speed limit, but I thought you should know that wasn’t supposed to be possible.” Bringing the truck to life I give him my jacket.

The drive was soothing, save for my desire to just push every inch of snow out of the road with my quirk. Bakugo seemed to be okay with my driving. But even if it was a nice change of pace from the city life, three hours of seeing nothing more than white made even me want to speed.

Pulling up to the annex, I could see the smoke radiating off my aunt and Uncle. Climbing down quickly I run to hug them.

“Please don’t kill them.”

“Why would we ever do that?” Aunty sighs.

“I’ll make sure that Keichi works his fingers to the bone,” Uncle laughs.

I feel small hands grabbing at my waist and jacket. Releasing my aunt and uncle from the hug I bend down a bit to hug the two youngest.

“Also, I have a problem,” I mumble.

Teru pulls up my sleeve and sees the bracelet. Aunty grabs my arm with a worried look.

Her voice full of concerned. “Did your mother do this to you? Maybe we can fix it.”

I shake my head. “No this is my fault. I got comfortable with someone and asked them if they wanted it. Not remembering the consequences.”

“I got roped into this,” Bakugo appears behind me and presents the matching cuff.

“Oh dear, let’s get everyone inside. We shouldn’t have a conversation out—”

Her words get cut off by two screeching voices. “Ground Xero!!”

Wishing that I hadn’t been holding the two canaries, I groan. Kyoko instead removes one of the children from my grip and we all make our way into the house. Bakugo is a few steps behind me as we walk into the living room. Meru practically beams at the man digging his hand into my shoulder.

“Meru, honey, you’re going to freeze my shoulder,” I whisper.

“Sorry Yo-nee,” he whispers.

Smiling I let the small child climb down. Taking off my jacket I reach my hand out for Bakugo’s. He shrugs off the thick material and awkwardly hands it to me and sits down. Putting the coats back I walk back to the living room and look at Kyoko.

“Mind explaining how you accidentally connected to him?” she raises a brow.

“No.” I look away with a nervous chuckle.

She claps her hands. “Wrong answer Yo.”

Groaning, I grab my socks and shove them into my pocket. “It's something personal. Can’t I just have this one thing no questions asked?”

“Nope.”

Ducking the punch, I start sprinting away. My sister didn’t like fighting, and I didn’t like her fighting me. But by all means, my body reacted negatively. I try to turn around and catch her off guard, but arms pull me down.

“Don’t fight with her. She’s still healing.” Bakugo huffs while blocking my sister’s punch.

“You got hurt?” Kyoko stops, her eyes swell with tears.

“Hey, it’s just some light burns. Most of the skin has healed over, and I’ve been taking care of it.” I ramble reaching to stop her tears.

Teru walks over and frowns. “Yo-nee ran into a burning building to save a lady.”

“Okay! That’s enough. How about we talk to Kyoko and Yoko with her guest, and everyone can go back to their tasks today,” Aunty announces.

With just her words the six kids scattered throughout the room leave with a speed I wasn't used to. Keichi was the first to go. Bakugo still had his hold on me as Kyoko found a place to actually sit, her sniffles and tears making my heart hurt. Uncle seems to wish he could leave as well but the look that my aunty sends him makes him stay rooted to the spot.

“Start explaining from the beginning Yo,” Uncle sighs.

Looking back at the male holding me he scoffs. “There was a get-together. I didn’t want to go. She was bubbly and full of energy the whole time. She approached me after a while, and we talked a lot.”

“I invited him over to keep talking because I was getting some nasty looks from the um others. We kept talking and with all the liquid courage coursing through my system I asked him if he wanted the bracelet since I had no use for it,” I added with a whisper.

Bakugo sighs. “I’m at fucking fault too. I should have asked more questions.”

Kyoko who was sniffling a moment ago starts to laugh. I raise a brow as Bakugo finally releases me from his grip. Looking at my big sister she begins to cackle.

“Really? Miss uptight justice upholding Yoko proposed to someone while drunk,” she manages through several deep breaths.

“Fuck you Kyo, I’m human too,” I pout.

Aunty smothers a giggle. “Stop laughing at your sister. Do you think you can help her out?”

Kyoko straightens up and looks at Bakugo. “Do you like my little sister?”

“She’s more tolerable than most losers,” Bakugo huffs.

I look at Kyo with a wince. “Can you remove them Kyo? Or at least make it smaller. I can’t wear my gloves.”

She leans toward me and flicks me hard enough to make me curl in pain.

“I can’t remove it. You know that better than anyone Yo,” she shakes her head, but as she stands up, she takes my wrist in her hand. “I can however change the shape while it is on you.”

I look at Bakugo and sigh. “Do you want to change the shape?”

“I want it off.”

Wincing slightly, I nod. “Sorry that it’s not possible.”

Kyoko frowns. “Well, let's stop bringing the mood down. I’m going to go back to work, think you can start the base tonight, Yo?”

I nod. “Bakugo you can stay in my room.”

“Yoko, please don’t overdo it again.” Aunty frowns.

“I can pace myself.”

Instead of lingering in the house, I walked out the backdoor and went to find the spot they had marked. No jacket and no shoes should have been a mistake. But as I walk through the snow my feet seemed fine.

The spot was rather large, usually, we went for life-size sculptures. Drawing the circle for the base with the snow around, I barely noticed the nip of the air as I forced the snow together. All I needed to do today was the base, if I stood outside for ten minutes it should be done and I can go back in. But as I held the form, I heard footsteps behind me. Burning arms wrap around me and I yelp.

“What the hell is your problem walking outside in the snow without shoes on!” he scolds.

My base that I had been forming was now pooled in place. Frowning I thread my arms through the jacket and face the male. His face was red, and I wasn’t sure what was wrong with his eyes that he wouldn’t look at me. Placing my head against his I wait for the coolness to subside.

“Can you let me go Bakugo?”

“No, you’re gonna fucking freeze yourself.” He picks me up with little effort and my feet are no longer in the snow.

Grabbing his shoulder tightly I whimper. “Stop it you fucking titan. I don’t like heights.”

His grip seems to tighten as he states. “I will not let you go until we get back to the annex.”

“Let me finish my task, then we can go back to my building to warm up,” I argue.

With a noise that seems to resemble agreement, I continue my task. The water was stiff since it was mostly already frozen, forming the base again snapped together. Sure, that the base was frozen through, Bakugo walked away. I couldn’t fight him since he had me tight in his arm. But the white of the snow made it seem like a glow as we walked back to the annex.

“Warm-up will you!” he demands setting on my feet.

Groaning I take the jacket off and make my way to the space heater. “Maybe if you had asked me why I went out without shoes on we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

Although it wasn’t cold that I could get hurt, I focused on circulating my internal water around to warm myself up. The jacket sat bundled and soaked on the floor. My duffle bag and Bakugo’s sat by the room door. Instead of wasting time sitting quietly waiting for my body to heat up, I decided to sort through my bag and organize everything back to how I had it in the suitcase. Bakugo wasn’t anywhere to be seen so I could do this quickly. Pulling all the clothes from the bag I look at the mess.

“Hopefully everyone’s things are in here,” I mutter as I start pulling certain things from the pile.

A box of socks, three sweaters, and a few bags. Putting my own clothes back into the bag I smirk triumphantly. Gathering the items, I stand up. From sitting my legs were warm and I could walk just fine. Trying to open the door I yelp seeing Bakugo about to walk in. Shuffling to the side he walks past me and takes off his jacket. Stepping into the sandals I send a small wave before ducking under the connected path. Walking quickly, I place the items down with a sharp whistle.

“I brought gifts,” I call out.

A universal call for everyone to stop what they were doing and come forth. It was funny watching my cousins tumble through the doors to grab the things that they asked me to grab for them while I was back home. My aunt raises a brow, I pull the box out and hand it to her with a chuckle.

“Don’t worry aunty, I remember what you asked me.”

With my arms empty, I turn to return to my part of the building to check on Bakugo. Boxes are placed in my arms instead and a sigh escapes the person next to me.

“You’re the strongest one who can go out. It’s supposed to storm for the next two days, so stay warm.” Uncle grumbles.

“Alright.”

Taking the boxes and things with me I walk under the path quickly going back to the separate building. Bakugo was sitting next to the heater. He scrunches his face in confusion but doesn’t ask me anything as I put the food away in the kitchenette. Once done I open the power box and pull a small stream of water and run it through noticing the insistent dinging of my phone after doing this.

“What the hell did you do?”

“Our internet cables are embedded in the ground, I unfroze them. It should be fine for the extent of our stay,” I state sinking into the kotatsu with my phone in hand.

Bakugo joins me but still seems to avoid speaking. I finally get fed up with the flood of calls and answer the phone.

“What is it, mom?”

“Why haven’t you answered any of my calls?”

“Because they are annoying. I already know what you’re calling about.” I wanted to just turn off the phone, but I remembered Kirishima was staying at my house.

She finally answers. “Look it’s really important that you get married. Maybe if your sister hadn’t dropped off the face of the earth, I wouldn’t be bothering you about this.”

I slam my face against the table. “Stop acting like that. Kyoko is just cutting herself from you and I don’t blame her.”

“Are you going to do the same thing?”

“I’m really thinking about it.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

I glare at the table. “Mom, you know I would. By the way, I’m in Hokkaido so stop calling me like the world is going to end. Since you want to know so much about if I get married or not, I am not going to tell you what happens with my love life from now on.”

“Yoko you cannot—”

I sit up and hold the phone away from my ear. “Goodbye, mom.”

Hanging up the phone I consider throwing across the room, but instead, I just place it down and slide further under the kotatsu. The warmth envelops me, and I almost forgot that someone else was here.

“My mom would have called the cops on Kirishima if I didn’t answer her.” Fixing my hair to sit forward I close my eyes.

Bakugo seems to grumble. “I didn’t ask.”

“I was just telling you.”

Silence settles on the room. Instead of focusing on the difficult situation I slide out of the kotatsu and go into the room. Picking up the futon I push it to the side and open the closet door. Inside I find my old hero costume and smirk, taking the item out I look over the other shelves. Ice skates sitting by the bottom of the closet make me pause, closing the door I busy myself with putting the room back together and grab the second futon for Bakugo. Looking at the fixed room I nod before turning to leave.

Bakugo really has a bad habit of sneaking up on people. I thought I was bad with that; he takes the cake. My heart is in my throat as I take a deep breath and an uncertain step back. He lunges for me and his grip on me is tight keeping me from crashing back on the ground.

“Watch where you step,” he scolds.

I narrow my eyes. “Make some fucking noise when you walk, maybe you wouldn’t have caught me by surprise.”

“I should have let you fucking fall.” He snarls.

Pushing against him I mumble. “Yeah, you really should have.”

“What?”

I shake my head and slide from his grip. Going back into the sitting room, I grab some dishes down and start cooking. He didn’t say anything to me the whole time. Welcoming the silence, I place the dishes on the table. Dinner was also silent. Taking a quick bath with my sister when she asked, I came back to the room and notice him trying to dry his hair. Rolling my eyes, I grab my towel and walk up behind him.

“Stop moving, I’ll dry your hair for you.”

Drying my hair was always easy, I just pulled the excess water from the strands. When drying other’s hair, I needed to be mindful of their hair. Bakugo doesn’t have very long hair, so it was a surprise to me when I found his hair mostly wet. Peeking down at him I see his eyes closed. Taking the towel off, I gather the water into a small ball. Feeling his eyes on my back as I walk back out to the kitchen. The water was barely running to make sure the pipes didn’t freeze, adding the remaining water I put the towel on the rack to dry before walking back into the room. The door leading outside was locked, and the lights were off. Sitting on my futon I look at the man who was already laying down I smile.

With morning came me quickly dressing in my old hero costume and some normal snowy weather gear. A knock at the door makes me hesitate to open it but seeing the small bundle holding up their paper drawing I chuckle.

“Morning Meru, did aunty feed you already?” I ask bending down.

He nods. “Dad said if I get back before noon, I can go out with you tomorrow.”

“That’d be a lot of help, you know my memory is like water coming and going.”

Leaving I was sure that Bakugo would be fine on his own. Maybe we could come to an agreement about this whole thing. I made sure to bring Meru back before noon. I felt tired from all the water movement, nothing wrong entirely just a bit of soreness. The difference between hero work and this was I could do hero work every day for hours. Sculpting with water and ice took way more energy than I had to spare. Eating lunch and returning to the sculpture I would finish before the next half of the storm hit, then I could guide it down to the plaza.

“Are you going to stay out all day?”

“Yeah, I don’t have much time to actually stay over here,” I admit.

He shoves his hands in his pockets. “Deku managed to get you another week off, and I’m staying too.”

My arms drop. “What?”

I practically sprinted to hug the man, he didn’t fight me off and seemed fine with it. Letting go I dragged him back with me to the main building. It was easy to tell everyone, and they were thankful. Meru was excited that I was able to make the sculpture bigger and more detailed.

By the end of what was supposed to be the only week, I was finished. Proudly presenting the sculpture to Bakugo. He didn’t say anything, only a smirk. I quickly changed from my previous clothes to different ones. Something a bit thicker, and wind-resistant. Passing by an exasperated Keichi as I leave through the main doors. I needed to visit the grave today.