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Stackson Week Day 2

The Bleeding Hearts Club

Rating: mature

Other tags: trans lydia, Derek Hale/ Lydia Martin, Isaac Lahey/Scott Mccall/Allson Argent , Peter Hale/Chris Argent, Minor Character Death

triggers: fighting, drug use

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Archive of Our Own

Chapter 2: Fists to kisses

Stiles sat up on the counter, facing Chris as he cooked. “It’s been entirely too long. Thanks for inviting me.”

Chris rolled his eyes. “It’s a pleasure to have you. We’ve really missed you around here.” He grinned, slapping his leg. “What have I told you about sitting on my counter?”

Stiles chuckled, lightly kicking him. “You love me up here. Don’t act like you don’t”

“You shouldn’t be in here with me, Stiles. You should be out there hanging with your friends.” Chris sighed, crossing his arms. “Why are you avoiding the party?” He turned to the stove and began checking the pots. “Everyone is going to be leaving in a few months, and you don’t want to waste this time with them.”

Stiles groaned, pulling his legs up onto the counter. “Come on, Mr. Argent. I’m not sure that they really want to see me.” He pulled out a cigarette, looking around the room. “I know that is why I came, but… I am not sure.”

Chris sighed and lit the cigarette for him. “Your friends miss you, Stiles. That is why we invited you.”

“It’s so hard.” He frowned, laying back on the counter. He growled as Chris hit his hip. “Noah did not raise you to give up because shit was hard. Do not let your friends go because it was hard.” He leaned against the counter and smiled. “Get your ass out there and try.”

“Fine.” Stiles cursed and hopped down. He kissed Chris’s cheek and walked into the living room. The others were sitting around the television trying to figure out what movie they were going to watch. “Wow. This is so riveting.”

Isaac looked up at him and sighed. “We really can’t agree on what to watch.” He smiled at Stiles. “It’s like this every time we get together, and usually Chris just gets fed up and puts in some John Wayne movie. Save us.”

Stiles laughed, shaking his head. “We are going to watch Suicide Squad.” He raised a brow at everyone. “Any objections?” He reached out and pulled the dvd off the shelf.

Levi sighed, rolling his eyes. “That’s fine with me.” The bell rang and he jumped up. “Oh, I’ll get that. It’s probably Jackson.”

Stiles groaned. “You invited Jackson?” He sighed as he started getting the movie set up.

Levi smiled. “Yes. He has to get out of that school.” He walked over to the door and let the man in. “Hey, Jackson. Welcome.”

“Hello. Um…” He looked around the room blushing. There were so many people. “Hey, Stiles… Mr. Hale.”

Peter grinned, waving at him. “Come in, take a seat. We are just putting on a movie while Chris finishes dinner.”

Stiles grumbled and waved at him. “Whittemoore.” He sighed and sat between Allison and Peter. Isaac sat at his feet and he grinned, running his fingers through the other boy’s hair.

Jackson smiled. “I brought a bottle of sparkling grape juice. I know Levi said to just bring myself, but father always said it is appropriate to bring a gift.”

Allison smiled as she got up to take the bottle from him. “Thank you. Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll take this into the kitchen.” she glared at Stiles. “Be nice.”

Stiles gasped, faking insult. “Who do you think I am?”

Allison rolled her eyes. “Honestly, I don’t know anymore.” She smiled lovingly as Jackson sat beside Stiles. She seriously had never seen anything so awkward. There were six people on the couch and the two were trying to sit as far from each other as they could. “I’ll be right back. Pa, can you make sure that everyone behaves?”

Peter chuckled. “I make no promises, Ally.” He looked around at all the teens around his living room and sighed. “Derek, why don’t you get us all something to drink? I think Chris has some wine chilled in the kitchen.”

Derek raised a brow at him. “You know that some of us are still under 18?”

“Yes, and none of us are going out. There should be no problem with a couple glasses of wine, to celebrate.” He grinned. “It’s the first time we’ve all been together in so long. Let loose a little.”

Derek growled at him. “Bad things happen when we let loose.”

Stiles frowned. “Derek, we…”

“No… we don’t need to talk about it. I’ll get the wine.” Derek sighed as he stormed into the kitchen.

Jackson chewed his lip. “I think I’ll just have water. I mean someone needs to drive people home.”

Stiles scoffed. “Always the straight laced goody two shoes.” He cursed as Scott kicked him. “What?”

“Allison said to behave. Can’t you be nice for a moment?” Scott sighed and tossed some popcorn at him.

Stiles rolled his eyes. “I don’t like him. I think I have made that perfectly clear.” He got up and walked back into the kitchen. He sighed as Jackson got up and followed him. “

“What is your problem with me?” Jackson sighed, leaning against the counter as Stiles pulled a bottle of tequila out of the cabinet. He grumbled as Chris took it from him and put it on the counter.

“You just rub me the wrong way.” Stiles sighed as he grabbed a bottle of wine from Derek and poured himself a glass. “You are… god. You’re so judgmental, and the perfect rich kid.”

Derek raised a brow. “Like we aren’t all rich kids, Stiles? We never based any of our friendships on money.” He smirked, sipping his wine.

Stiles glared at them. Was everyone going to be on the Jackson train? “Well, he’s my tutor, not my friend. I did not think I had to see him outside of school, where he could judge me on my life choices?”

“Who’s judging here, Stiles?” Jackson growled, throwing his hands up in the air. “I have been nothing but nice to you, and you are treating me like garbage.” He looked over at Chris. “I’m sorry sir, I do not mean to yell in your house.”

Chris shrugged. “No, it’s alright. With so many teens in the house, it almost always devolves into a screaming match, at some point in the night.” He smiled at him. “Please just try to enjoy yourself.” He pulled a lasagna out of the oven. “Stiles! Stop being an asshole and call everyone into the kitchen for dinner.”

Stiles cursed and downed the entire glass of wine. “Whatever.” He stuck his head out of the kitchen and yelled. “Dinner is ready!”

Chris sighed, pinching his nose. “I could have done that Stiles.” He began putting the food at the table. “Derek. Pour everyone a glass of wine. Um, Jackson, would you grab the salad for me?”

“Of course, sir.” Jackson glared at Stiles as he grabbed the salad and began taking it to the table.”

Stiles rolled his eyes and put his foot out, tripping him. Jackson fell forward and the salad flew into the air going everywhere. Peter caught the bowl as he stepped into the kitchen. “Stiles, can we talk in my study for a moment?” He sighed, rolling the bowl in his hands, before handing it to his husband.

Chris sighed, looking at the salad on the floor. “Dammit, Stiles.” He whispered.

Peter kissed his cheek, before grabbing Stiles by his shirt collar. “There is extra in the fridge. It won’t be as fantastic as the one you made, but it’ll do in a pinch.” He growled as he dragged Stiles out of the room and up the stairs to his office. “Sit.”

Stiles sighed, sitting in one of the chairs. “Sorry.”

Peter shrugged. “No you’re not. I just wish you would not do stupid shit to ruin my husband’s dinner.” He pulled a pill bottle out of his desk and tossed it to Stiles. “Take a literal chill pill. Levi invited Jackson because he is his friend. We don’t really know the kid but we are willing to give him a chance?”

Stiles swallowed one of the pills and sighed. “I do know him and he’s a complete nerd. You do not want him here.”

Peter raised a brow at him. “You’ve known him for like a week, sweetheart.” He sat at his desk, putting his feet up. “If I were him, I would have punched your lights out back there.”

Stiles laughed. “Like he would have gotten a punch in.” Stiles closed his eyes and leaned back. “What did you just give me?” He felt like he was already starting to float.

Peter smirked. “You really should learn to ask before taking the shit I gave you.” He watched him for a moment and sighed. “It’s just a bit of xanax. You will be fine. Are you ready to go back down to dinner?”

Stiles sighed and nodded. “In a moment. Didn’t you promise me some cocaine?” He chuckled as he stood up.

“Right you are.” Peter smirked as he pulled a baggy from his desk. “Don’t do it here. I think you’ve disrupted my husband’s dinner enough tonight.” He gave the drug to him and pulled him into a hug. “Let’s go. You owe me $100 for that.”

“Yeah… Yeah, I’ll get it to you at class Monday.” Stiles sighed as they walked back to the kitchen. Everyone was already eating when they sat down. “Sorry, Jackson.” He chuckled.

Jackson glared at him for a moment. “Whatever.”

📚

Jackson walked to his car and threw his jacket into the back seat. He had never met someone so infuriating or had a more awkward evening. Stiles Stilinski was a complete asshole and he found himself wanting to beat the shit out of him. He looked over at the jeep where Stiles was doing something on the hood. He rolled his eyes and walked over to him. “Stiles, I just want to…” He stopped and glared at him. “Are you doing cocaine?”

Stiles looked up at him and rolled his eyes. “What do you care?” He leaned against the hood and stared at the other man. “I’ve got a hot tip on a party and I plan on having a good time.” He smirked at Jackson. “You are such a square, Jackson. Or should I say Jackass?”

“I’m a square because I don’t do stupid shit, like take drugs?” Jackson glared at him. “You were an ass all through dinner, to me and to all your friends. You are going to get yourself hurt and end up with no friends if you keep acting like this.” He growled at him and sighed.

Stiles guffawed. “What gives you the right to talk to me about my friends? Yeah, you’re friends with Levi, but you know nothing about the rest of us?”

Jackson growled, throwing his hands in the air. “Levi told me all about Erica. Fuck.” He groaned as Stiles punched him in the eyes. “What the hell?”

“You don’t get to talk about her. You have no idea what we’ve all gone through.” Stiles pushed him against the jeep.

Jackson glared into his eyes. “That’s the thing. You aren’t dealing with it. You’re just going through life ignoring it, and hiding behind drugs.” He sighed and kicked his legs from under him, quickly pinning him to the ground. “You don’t think I’ve learned to defend myself? I’ve been in kickboxing for 12 years.”

Stiles squirmed, Kicking at Jackson. “Let me the fuck up.”

“Only if you calm down.” Jackson sighed, trying to keep his own temper in check. “You need to fucking stop acting like an asshole.”

Stile let out a breath and tried to punch him again. “How the hell are you so fucking strong?”

“I told you, I take kickboxing. Are you even listening?” Jackson groaned, as he pinned his arms to the ground. “Stop trying to hit me. I’m already going to have a black eye tomorrow.”

Stiles growled, feeling like walls were closing in on him. “Just let me up.” He whimpered and shook his head.

Jackson felt a hand on his shoulder as someone pulled him off Stiles. “I think it’s time for you to leave.” Peter sighed, tossing him toward his porsche. “I’m not sure what is going on here but I would hate to call the cops.”

“Maybe he needs a night in jail. Not only did he assault me, but he was doing drugs in your driveway.” Jackson sighed, straightening his jacket.

Peter shook his head. “No, I don’t want the trouble. Stiles is strung out and he has anxiety problems.” He looked at Stiles who was weeping, curled against the jeep’s tire.

“You’re just going to let him do coke in your driveway and go home strung out?” Jackson yelled at the man.

Peter shrugged. “Honestly, he’s done worse. I’ll make sure he gets home safe, Jackson. He’s going to feel terrible in the morning.”

Jackson sighed, shaking his head. He stared at Stiles for a moment. He had no idea how he had gone from angry to this destroyed creature in front of him. “You know what? I don’t feel like dealing with his crap tonight. I’ll see him on Monday.” Jackson sighed and walked toward his car. He took one final look at Stiles before he got in the car and drove away.

Peter sighed, kneeling in front of Stiles. “Come on kid, get your ass up. You couldn’t wait to get out of my driveway before doing that coke?”

Stiles looked up at him, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Why is everyone on my case tonight?”

Peter sighed, pushing his hair from his face. “Because you are being a royal pain in our asses. You know, I do not need the cops here wondering where you got that cocaine.” He stood and offered his hand to Stiles. “Let me drive you home and I’ll just walk back. You can pick your jeep up in the morning.”

Stiles shook his head. “No, I can drive.” He took his hand and stood up. “I just need the time alone.” He gave himself a mental shake and climbed into the jeep. “Yeah, I need to just let some steam off.”

Peter sighed. “Please, be careful. If you get hurt, I’m not giving you another drug.”

Stiles laughed. He dug into his glove department and threw $100 at Peter. “Don’t start pretending like you really care.”

Peter picked up money and shoved it into his pocket. “Stiles, I am the person who has never judged your downward spiral.” He sighed, clapping him on the shoulder. “Go home and get some rest.” He wasn’t really sure what else to say. “We all love you and we don’t want you to get hurt. Well, except maybe Jackson, but that is on you.”

“Way to ruin my fucking high.” Stiles grumbled as he started the jeep and pulled out of the driveway.

📚

Stiles barged into Levi’s room and growled at him. “You fucking told Jackson about Erica, didn’t you?” He sat on his bed and sighed. He could not believe one of his oldest friends had betrayed him like this.

Levi sighed, rolling his chair away from his desk. He guessed that he could study later. “I needed someone to talk to Stiles. Someone who was not involved in all the drama.” He ran a hand through his hair, looking into Stiles’s eyes. “Jackson had a nice little shiner today. Should I assume that came from you?”

Stiles chuckled. “He has no right to know about that night and he had no right to say her name to me.” He shook his head as he got up to pace the room. “If you needed someone to talk to, you could have talked to Chris. He is always willing to listen.”

“So is Jackson. I don’t know what you have against the guy.” Levi groaned, spinning in his chair. “It used to be that if I had a problem, I would talk to you, but… Dammit you know, the last time I got to really talk to you was over a year ago. I thought we’d be able to talk to you yesterday, but you were a complete and utter asshole.” He gazed into his eyes and sighed. “The only one you don’t treat like an asshole is Isaac.”

“Isaac has been through enough.” Stiles sighed. “You know I love you guys, but it’s too hard.”

“Yeah, he really has, but you need to get over whatever hang up you have that is preventing you from talking to the rest of us.” Levi sighed, getting up to grip his shoulders. “I love you, and I don’t want to leave at the end of the summer with us still being so distant.”

“Levi. You are missing this point here. You were talking to Jackson about me behind my back!” Stiles growled at him. “I do not want to talk about Erica!”

“WELL YOU HAVE TO!” Levi shouted, gripping Stiles’s jacket. “You can’t bottle this up forever or you are going to end up dead.” Levi rested his forehead against Stiles’s. “I was hoping that last night would be a fresh start but you refuse to open up to us.”

Stiles pulled away from him, shaking his head. “Yeah, easy for you to say, but you are not the one who killed her.”

“You did not kill her either, Stiles. It was an accident. The quicker you realize that, the quicker you can move on.” Levi cupped his face, frowning. “I don’t want to lose you. If I have to turn down Brown and stay here, I will.”

Stiles shook his head, trying to stop the tears. “You can’t do that. You have been dreaming about going to America all our lives.” Stiles chuckled, wiping his eyes. “Can you just not talk to Jackson about me?”

Levi shrugged. “I’ll keep you out of the conversation. You have every right to ask, but I need someone to talk to, Stiles. You won't talk to me, and I feel like I’ve lost my favorite brother.”

“Well, I’m talking to you now.” Stiles cried as he fell back onto Levi’s bed. “How do you not hate me?”

Levi sat beside him, running his fingers through Stiles’s hair. “Because, honestly, you haven’t done anything wrong. You have been dealing with so much crap this year, and you needed time. We are tired of giving you that time and want you to get the help you need. No more drugs, no more drinking, and no more fighting.”

“I can’t agree to that, just yet. I’ll try, but if Jackson talks to me again… I can’t explain why I don’t like him.” He leaned his head against Levi’s leg, crying softly. “Maybe I should go.”

“No, stay as long as you want. I’m just studying for tomorrow’s test. You can nap if you want.” Levi chuckled. “You look like rolled over crap.”

“Oh, haha.” Stiles sighed. “I’m supposed to study with Jackson tomorrow before the test. I’m not going to go.”

“No, you should go study with him. You need to pass that test. Take a nap and then I’ll help you study when you get up.” Levi smiled at him. “Hey, I love you.”

“I love you too.” Stiles sighed, closing his eyes.

📚

Stiles sat in front of Jackson and placed his notes on the table. “I’m sorry I punched you.” He rolled his eyes and opened his book. “I should not have been acting like an asshole. You honestly did not do anything wrong.”

Jackson looked up at him and raised a brow at him. “Wow, that actually sounded like a genuine apology.” He placed his pen on the table and let out a breath. “You’re forgiven. Now, what can I do for you?”

Stiles frowned, glaring at him for a moment. “I studied with Levi yesterday, but there are a few minor points I want to go over before the test this afternoon. Would you please be willing to look over them with me?”

Jackson smiled and nodded. “Since you asked so nicely. Why not?” He sat up and pushed his glasses up on his nose as he pulled up the notes on his laptop. “So these are the main subjects she will be touching on. She is allowing you to have one sheet of notes, and I suggest that you have the formulas written out. I can help you type up a cheat sheet and print it out, so that you can use that during your test.”

Stiles gaped at him and nodded. “That actually does sound helpful. Why couldn’t you bloody tell me that Friday?” He chewed his lip as he looked through the notes. “Maybe I can put the points that I am not as sure about into the cheat sheet?”

Jackson smiled at him. “Well, to be honest, you were not really willing to listen, Friday. You were insistent that I just give you the answers.” He began typing and looked over the other boy’s notes. “That’s a good idea. Why don’t you show me what you’re not sure about and I can try to clarify it with you as I type this up?”

Stiles nodded and smiled at him. “Thank you. Again, I’m sorry. Levi may have pointed out that I was being unreasonable.” He sighed and pointed at a formula. “What the hell does this mean?”

Jackson laughed. “That’s actually fairly tricky. Let me show you a little work around.”

Stiles nodded watching him solve the problem.

📚

Stiles sighed, walking out of his class. The test was a lot easier than he had thought it would be and he was just glad it was over. He was walking toward his jeep when Jackson pulled up next to him on an electric scooter. “Um, hello?”

Jackson grinned, chewing his lip. “Hello. So, how was it?” He leaned on the scooter looking around them. There was still another hour until the last class let out and the parking lot was completely clear. “You don’t have a class, now?”

Stiles sighed. “It was a lot less stressful than I thought. Thank you for your help.” He sighed as he reached into his jeep and grabbed his leather jacket. He pulled off his ties and threw the jacket on. “Here’s the truth. I finished most of my classes last year and only have three classes this year; Forensics, Classical Literature, and trigonometry. The only reason I have not graduated is because I started skipping literature and trigonometry last year.” He turned toward the other man, leaning against the jeep.

Jackson nodded, smiling at him. “Why forensics?”

“No one has told you that I want to be a forensics anthropologist?” Stiles laughed, shaking his head. “I thought that was everyone’s new favorite pastime, gossiping about me.” He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one. “It’s my favorite class and Mr. Hale is a genius. I’ve taken forensics for the last 4 years and I’m his teacher’s aid for independent study this year.”

“That is actually pretty cool.” He blushed, licking his lips. “You really shouldn’t be smoking.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s terrible for my health.” Stiles sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Well, there is that, but it’s also not allowed on campus. The headmaster or Harris will call the cops on you.” Jackson shrugged.

Stiles nodded, sighing softly. “Well, I was supposed to meet you in an hour for tutoring, but I’m starving. Want to go to the café? I’ll drive and you can put that monstrosity in the back.”

Jackson frowned. “It’s just a scooter… but that sounds fine. I’ll pay.”

“You won’t get an argument from me.” Stiles sighed as he climbed into the jeep. He could not believe he had offered to eat with Jackson, but he was not one to turn down a free meal. “You have a Porsche. Why are you riding around on a scooter?”

Jackson climbed in and stared at him a moment. “The Porsche belongs to my father. There is no point to me having a car like that when I really don’t go anywhere. The scooter is better for getting around campus.” He pushed the glasses up his nose as he buckled his seatbelt. “Though my father did say he’d buy me one when I graduate. It's a gift for getting into Oxford.”

“Right…” Stiles sighed as started driving toward the little café he frequented for his afternoon meal. “You really are the typical rich boy.” He grinned at him.

Jackson rolled his eyes. “My father is rich. I do not have a dime to my name.” He huffed, crossing his arms. “It’s not like I go on shopping sprees every night.”

Stiles raised a brow at him. “I have an after school job, to help my dad so I have money for college… Well I had a job. He fired me last week.” He sighed, waiting at a red light. “Let me guess, your tuition is already paid.”

Jackson groaned, laying his head back. “I have a scholarship, but I had to work really hard for that honor, Stiles.” He licked his lips, looking over at him. “I’ll admit that I have a trust fund, but I can’t touch that until I graduate college.”

Stiles nodded, raising a brow at him. “Your dad is really tight on the purses, huh?” He smiled at him, patting his shoulder. “I’m just messing with you. It’s not your fault that you’re rich, Jackson.” He thought for a moment as he pulled into the parking lot. “I don’t think I can go to college. I’ve really fucked that up.”

Jackson shrugged. “Well, you’ll need to if you want to go into forensic anthropology.” He smirked at him and sighed. “Take a gap year, work on your test results and apply again next year. I can help you.”

Stiles parked the Jeep and turned in his seat to face Jackson. He was a little shocked that the boy was making such an offer. “Why the bloody hell would you want to help me? I’ve been nothing but an ass to you…” He stared at him for a moment. “I think my father would really like it if I went to college but even if I got in, I could not afford it.”

Jackson nodded. “You could apply for scholarships or grants. I really don’t mind helping you.” He hopped out the car and started walking toward the Café door. He did not really know why he cared about whether Stiles went to college or not. They barely knew each other.

Stiles followed him into the café, with a shrug. “Look, you really do not have to do me any favors, Jackson.” He slumped into a seat and looked up at Jackson. “I’ll take a nonfat cappuccino with a honey croissant.” He grinned.

Jackson chuckled and walked over to put in their orders. He was back a few minutes later and slid into a seat across from Stiles. “Anyway… It’s not that I think that you need the charity or anything, but I feel like you should not give up on college.”

Stiles chuckled, shaking his head. “You really can’t really leave well enough alone.” He looked around the café with a groan. “I’ll think about it, and talk about it with my dad. If I know him, he’ll be on your side.”

“Sounds perfect.” Jackson smiled.

“Why do you care so much? You hardly know me?” Stiles chewed his lip staring at the table. He grabbed a napkin and began tearing it into tiny pieces.

Jackson watched him frowning. “I feel like we’ve been through this, but the truth is, I don’t know. I don’t hate you and it’d be nice to get to know you better. I don’t have a lot of friends, except Levi. Levi loves you, so you must have a softer side.”

“Such high praise.” Stiles laughed, shaking his head. “So you just want to spend more time with me? That is weird. I’m a complete dick.”

“Not a complete dick.” Jackson grinned. “Just a self sabotaging dick.” Their orders arrived and Jackson began sipping his latte. “I don’t know the circumstances very well, but I have decided not to judge you over things I have no idea about.”

“Bloody hell, you are too fucking reasonable.” Stiles groaned. He picked at his croissant, thinking. “So… Instead of tutoring today… seeing that I just took that test… why don’t we catch a movie? I’ll pay for the movie.”

Jackson raised a brow at him. “You are offering to spend more time with me?”

“Yeah, well, Levi wants me to give you a chance?” Stiles smirked.

“So… is this just making Levi happy or would this be a date?” Jackson sighed.

Stiles laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t really date, and I had no idea you were into guys.”

Jackson frowned, looking at the table. “I really don’t know what I am into. I haven't been on many dates either. What I do know is that I find you fascinating. I can’t really get you off my mind… Whether I’m cursing your name or smiling over some idiotic thing you’ve said.”

Stiles nearly choked on his cappuccino. “That is both the worst and the nicest thing anyone has said to me.” He shook his head. “What the hell? I’ll pick you up at 7 tonight and we’ll go on a bloody date.” He smiled ruefully. “I’ll even wear my good jacket. It’s the one without the blood on it.”

Jackson snickered. “Did you just quote Brooklynn 99?”

”You know Brooklynn 99?” Stiles gasped. “You are way more complex than I thought.”

Jackson smiled. “I have many sides, Stiles Stilinski.”

📚

Stiles stood in front of the mirror frowning. “”I look like a spaz.” He sighed, looking at his best friend.

Levi shook his head. “No, you look nice. Jackson is… I still can’t believe you are going on a date with Jackson. Just two days ago, you two were in a fist fight.” He shook his head and began combing Stiles’s hair. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Stiles groaned, slapping his hand away. “Why not. It’s just a movie, right? I can spend a couple hours at the cinema, and I guess Jackson is not such a bad guy.” He glared at him, sitting on his bed. “This shirt is too tight. What is wrong with a simple white t-shirt?”

“You are not a 50s greaser?” Levi sighed. “Just yesterday you were telling me how insufferable Jackson is, and suddenly you are going to see a movie?”

“He bought me coffee and we actually got to talking…” He smoothed out his hair again before looking at his watch. “I should get going. I told him I’d pick him up at 7 and the movie starts at 7:30. I really should not be late.” He fiddled with his hands, looking around the room.

Levi grinned. “You are totally getting into this.” He gripped his shoulder. “You are right. It’s just a movie. Calm down.”

Stiles looked at him, chewing on his lip. “I don’t date, Levi. This is weird. The last time I went on an actual date it was a disaster.”

“You were 14, and it was to get pizza. We were never going to turn into anything more than friends. I don’t even know why we called that a date.” Levi quipped. “I always had a thing for muscles. You’re too scrawny.”

Stiles laughed. “Good thing Derek is completely in love with you. He’s got plenty of muscles.” He raised a brow. “So, why did you dump him?”

Levi groaned. “Not you too. I’m going to the states. I do not want him to have to wait for me. What if I don’t come back?”

“He’d go with you if you asked. He loves you.”

“That is not fair to him, Stiles.” Levi shook his head. “And it’s too much pressure. I’m only 18, and he wants a more permanent relationship. Yes, I love him. He has supported me through so much… Erica’s death and my transition, but I don’t know if I’m ready to marry him.”

“He’s not asking you to, Levi.” Stiles groaned. “Isaac says he’s completely shattered about losing you. Just talk to him. Let him know what you want and let him decide whether he wants to wait for you.”

Levi glared at him. ‘I’ll think about it. When did you become the reasonable one?”

“I’ve always been reasonable. Sometimes falling apart is the logical solution.” Stiles grinned. “You deserve for you and Derek to figure this out.”

Levi nodded. “Get out and go on your date.”

Stiles chuckled. “Fine. Love you, Levi.”

“Yeah, yeah love you too.” Levi sighed, slumping in his chair.

📚

Jackson fixed the sleeves on his black button up and looked at himself in the mirror. He knew this was just supposed to be a simple movie date but he was killing himself trying to look nice. He fixed his hair a final time and grabbed his wallet and keys, pushing them into the pocket of his slacks. There was a knock at his door and he went over to answer.

Stiles stood at the door, staring at him. “Wow, you clean up nicely.” He chuckled and blushed softly. “That was awkward…”

Jackson laughed. “You look very nice too. Where would you even get red jeans that are that tight?”

“Oh, I borrowed them from Levi. You’d have to ask him.” He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. “Are you ready to go?”

Jackson chewed his lip and nodded. “Uh, yeah. Let me just grab the keys to my dad’s car and we can get going.”

“No, I can drive.” Stiles frowned. “If you don’t mind.”

Jackson shrugged. “If you’re sure.” He led Stiles out of his room, locking the door behind him. “It’s a pretty cool jeep. Kind of old but it’s got character.”

Stiles smiled as they walked down to the parking lot. “Yeah, it was my mom’s. My dad gave it to me when I got my license. It’s better than riding around town in a sheriff’s cruiser.”

“Wow, I’ve never heard you talk about your mom before.” Jackson smiled at him. “She sounds like a pretty cool person, I guess.”

Stiles nodded. “She died when I was ten. I really don’t know much about her.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“No, you didn’t know. It was frontotemporal dementia.” Stiles shook his head as he opened the jeep door for Jackson. “Why don’t you tell me about your parents? I mean you’re the headmaster’s son. That is crazy.” He chuckled.

Jackson laughed, climbing into the vehicle. “Actually I’m adopted.”

Stiles closed the door, staring at him. “Really? I guess your parents chose you. My father is stuck with me.” He chuckled.

Jackson laughed, shaking his head. “Come on or we’ll be late for the movie.”

“Well, there’ll be like 15 minutes of previews first.” Stiles smiled climbing into the jeep.

“That is the best part.” Jackson frowned. He was actually surprised that they were having fun already. “You cannot enjoy the movie without watching the previews first.”

Stiles laughed, putting the jeep into drive. “That is absolutely insane, but I guess I can get us there in time for your previews.” He smiled at the other man and started toward the cinema. “So, do you have any contact with your birth parents or is it some sort of sealed documents thing?”

Jackson blushed. “Uh, my parents were involved in a car accident when my mum was pregnant. My dad died on the scene.” He gulped looking down at his hands. “My mum was put on life support and died less than an hour after I was born.”

Stiles cursed, shaking his head. “Dude, I’m so sorry. I’m such an asshole.”

Jackson smiled at him. “No, it’s not like you knew. It’s not something I advertise, you know.” He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. “I’ve always felt lucky to have the Whittmores in my life. They’re good people.”

“Okay, let’s just start over. I keep making this night awkward.” Stiles sighed, rolling his eyes. “So, this movie is in a foreign language. Is that alright? French… Do you speak French?”

Jackson smiled and nodded. “Fluently. I love French movies. Thank you.” He fiddled with his watch as he watched the town go by. Stiles was right about this being a little awkward but he was glad that he had decided to go out with him. He seemed more human tonight, more down to earth. “I did not see you as a foreign film guy.”

Stiles chuckled. “I have many sides, Jackson Whittemore.” He smirked, licking his lips.

Jackson laughed. “Touché.” He blushed, looking away from him. That was entirely too cute. “Why are you being this pleasant? It seems so unlike you.”

Stiles shrugged. “I’m not sure. I… I haven’t really been on a date. Well there was one when I was 14, but that was with Levi, and we were always too much like siblings, you know.”

“Yeah, I get it. I’ve only ever gone out with girls my parents have set me up with. I never really liked them, but they were a pleasant enough experience. I wasn’t really sure what to expect tonight. My father told me to stay away from you, and he would be quite upset to know I agreed to a movie with you.”

Stiles sighed and nodded. “Well as many times I end up in his office, I can understand. I’m glad that you agreed to go out with me though. I’m having a good time.” Stiles parked the jeep behind the cinema and smiled. “Let’s go watch a movie.”

Jackson nodded, hopping out of the jeep. “That sounds like an absolutely amazing idea.” He walked around and offered his hand to the other man.

Stiles looked at his hand for a moment before lacing their fingers together as they headed for the front of the theater.

📚

Jackson chuckled as he fumbled with his keys outside his dorm room. “Tonight has been fun. Thank you.”

Stiles nodded, leaning against the door frame. “It was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. We went a whole day without fighting. It’s a record for us.” He smirked, looking up at him. “So…”

Jackson chewed his lip, unlocking his door. “So, why don’t you come in? I'm sure that we can afford a few more moments together.”

Stiles laughed softly. “I would like that? Have anything to drink?” He grinned as he walked into the room.

Jackson nodded, thinking. “I have Dr, Pepper or water.” He walked over to his mini fridge and pulled out a couple bottles, showing them to Stiles.

“Oh, glass bottled Dr. Pepper. I’ll take one of those. They’re the best.” Stiles chuckled, taking a seat at Jackson’s desk. It seemed the most logical choice being that he had never been in Jackson’s room before.

“Ice?” Jackson asked. Stiles shook his head and Jackson just handed him the bottle. “That movie was nice. Gerard Depardieu is a treasure.”

Stiles smirked. “Yeah, I barely understood what they were saying, but I was able to read the subtitles at least. It was a great commentary on mental illness.”

Jackson blushed. “You got that too?” He sipped a bottle of water, looking around the room. “I would love to be an artist in France. I guess that is a silly dream though. I’m destined to be a politician.” He sighed, sitting on his bed.

Stiles shook his head. “It’s not silly, Jackson. I can’t see why you can’t be both. I mean politicians have hobbies don’t they, but do you really want to go into politics? It doesn’t look like you enjoy the idea.”

Jackson sighed. “Not really, but it’s what my father wants for me. He has been planning for this all my life.”

“You’re an adult Jackson… you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” Stiles opened his soda, taking a drink. “But it’s none of my business.” He smiled, winking at him. “I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun with another person, outside of my usual group of friends.”

Jackson's cheeks warmed to a dark pink as he stared at Stiles. “Oh, wow. Thank you. I don’t know what to say.” He chewed his lip reaching over to pull Stiles’s chair closer to the bed. “I had a great time tonight, Stiles. Thank you. I needed to do this.”

Stiles gulped, staring into his eyes. He placed his soda on the desk and reached up to trace under Jackson’s black eyes. “You are actually quite beautiful. I’m sorry that I punched you.”

Jackson gasped. “I already forgave you for that. It was such a ridiculous argument. I should not have brought up your friend, and I’m sorry for pinning you to the ground. Mr. Hale said you have an issue with personal space.”

Stiles chuckled, shaking his head. “It was the only way to keep me from hitting you again.” Their faces were inches apart and Stiles let out a long breath. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

Jackson gulped and nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay.” Stiles sighed, pressing a soft to Jackson’s lips. He heard the other man whimper and slowly began to deepen the kiss.

Jackson groaned as Stiles licked his bottom lip. He opened his mouth in surprise and stiles nipped at his lip. He pulled back with his face flushing. “Mon Dieu.” He smiled, biting his lip. “That was…”

“Amazing.” Stiles smiled, running a hand through his hair. “Was that okay?”

Jackson smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’ve never really kissed anyone before. I did not think it would feel like this.”

“You’ve never been kissed before?” Stiles smirked. “I feel like I should be honored.” He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, we should do this again sometimes.” He grinned at the other man, sipping his soda.

Jackson nodded as he stood up. He knew that he should not have told him that. “Let me see you out. I'd love to do this again.” He smiled, offering his hand to Stiles.

Stiles took his hand and walked to the door with him. He stopped right outside the door and sighed. “Can I kiss you again?”

Jackson nodded. “I would like that.” He sighed as he kissed Stiles, cupping his cheek.

Stiles pulled back after a moment, smiling. “Good night, Jackson.”

“Goodnight, Stiles.” Jackson grinned. “I’ll see you tomorrow…” He fixed his glasses and bit his lip. “Wait, give me your phone.”

“…Alright.” Stiles raised a brow and handed him the phone.

Jackson programmed his number into the phone and handed it back to Stiles. “Call me.”

Stiles laughed softly and nodded. “I’ll do that. I’ll let you know I got home alright.” He grinned as he walked down the hall. He could not believe that the night had been so amazing,

To be continued…

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casspurrjoybell-29 · 1 year ago

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Forging Ties - Chapter 19 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Duran was out of balance.

Not catastrophically so but he was feeling it.

Connor was usually fairly good about keeping him balanced but he'd been away on a trip.

It was a relief when Duran finally saw him pull into the drive in the old car he kept lovingly restored.

A horse probably would have been more practical in every way but rich men loved their status symbols.

He should know. He was one.

Duran was less pleased when he saw Connor go around to the other side of the car and open the door for another man but that was how things were these days.

It was rarely just the two of them.

Connor wanted more than Duran could offer.

Duran sat on his bed and waited, focussing on his breathing as he did the best to ignore the crawling desperation under his skin.

It was at least half an hour before he heard footsteps down the hall and Connor finally opened his door.

Duran stood as Connor ushered the other man into the room.

"And this is Duran," Colom said, a hint of pride in his voice. "The most beautiful man money can buy."

The man was a little older, maybe in his forties.

Tall, too. That was Connor's type.

The man's eyes trailed up and down Duran's body.

"Almost too pretty."

"Well, for my tastes, admittedly," Connor said. "But you must admit, he's nice to look at."

Duran bit down on the inside of his cheek and focussed on the pain.

He desperately wanted to get closer to Connor or even to the asshole of a guest he had dragged home.

He wasn't fussy at this point.

He just wanted his body to stop feeling like this.

The man gestured to Duran.

"Take your clothes off."

Duran flicked a glance to Connor to see if he objected but of course he didn't.

Duran suppressed the urge to sigh and pulled his shirt off over his head, then got started on his pants.

"Hmm," the man said once Duran was fully naked. "A little better, I guess. Turn in a circle."

Duran obeyed.

"Well, he has a nice ass."

"Hmm," Connor agreed.

The man unbuttoned his pants and Duran watched dispassionately as he got his cock out.

"Suck it."

Frankly, fucking gladly at this point.

Then he could feel better and they could go away and Duran could finally focus on reading the book he'd been in the middle of.

He'd barely drawn the man's cock into his mouth, ready to show off his skill, when the man grabbed a fistful of Duran's hair and forcefully shoved his cock down Duran's throat.

The man scoffed, barely pulling back as Duran gagged.

"He's not that good, is he?"

Impotent rage boiled up inside of Duran but all he could do was try to relax his throat as the man tightened his grip on Duran's hair and thrust forward again.

Something jabbed Duran in the shoulder and he came awake with a start.

Skye's big green eyes stared down at him.

"You were making noises in your sleep."

"Oh."

Duran rubbed his eyes.

He could still feel his heart hammering in his chest.

"Sorry."

Skye shrugged.

"Were you having a nightmare?"

"Something like that," Duran said.

"It's harder to leave the past in the past than I'd like."

"Oh," Skye said.

"I have memory problems, so... it's easy for me."

"I'm sorry," Duran said, his hand pressed against his chest as he did his best to calm his racing heart.

"That's terrible in its own ways."

"Yeah, I guess," Skye said.

"About a year ago someone threw me off a ship and I was in the ocean just floating around for a long time until Miriam came along and found me. Ever since then I keep having dreams about drowning. Maybe I'm just traumatised from being thrown in the ocean,but it feels so real. Sometimes I wonder if it actually happened. If it's a memory. But... I'm not dead."

"Maybe that's how you became what you are?"

Duran suggested.

"Some of us are born the way we are but others are changed by the Fae. Sometimes through death."

"Oh. Maybe. I might have died."

"Sorry. That's a lot. I could be wrong."

"No, it's just... interesting."

Skye sat down on the floor next to the bunks.

"I don't know anything about myself, really. The ghost said I should try to remember. That it's important to remember because I guess you can't know who you really are if you don't remember all the things that made you who you are."

"The ghost? Have you been talking to Kit?'

"No. She said her name was Izzy."

Duran pushed himself up onto his elbow.

"Izzy? You talked to her?"

Skye frowned.

"Is that... bad?"

"No, just unusual. I thought she was firmly sticking to her panther form."

"Oh. Is she the panther as well?"

"Yeah. She was a shifter. Now she's... well, it's complicated."

"Hmm." Skye rested his head on the edge of the bed.

"Ghosts are, probably."

"Yeah. So, tell me about this drowning dream. Maybe we can figure it out a little."

"Well, I have my hands tied like this."

Skye put his hands behind his back and held his wrists together.

"Someone threw me into the water. Off a ship, I think. Normally I would float without even thinking about it but in the dream I just... sank. I tried to kick but I couldn't get my head above the water and I was holding my breath and holding my breath until finally I couldn't anymore. I think I might have been a child."

"That's awful. Someone drowned a child like that?"

Skye shrugged.

"Maybe. It might just be a dream. It's always the same, though."

"Is that why you were upset yesterday? Because being on the ship brought back unpleasant feelings?"

"No, I just..." Skye shrugged.

"I asked Izzy and she said it's just something about the way that I am, I guess. Moody like a cat but not because I'm a cat."

"That's fair. Cats certainly have their moods but I respect it."

"Yeah. I think maybe I was just having so much fun that I didn't notice when I stopped having fun and then I got all angry and upset and I didn't know why. I thought I was just mad because nobody invited me on the trip but Izzy pointed out that I don't actually care about that and she has a point."

"I was a bit surprised that it had upset you so much, though admittedly I hardly know you," Duran said.

"Everyone hardly knows me, including me."

Duran smiled.

"You can be hard to talk to sometimes, you know. You don't always say a lot, though clearly you're capable."

"Some days I'm more capable than other days. And sometimes I just don't want to."

"Fair enough."

Duran sat up and stretched out his arms.

"Well, I have no interest in going back to sleep after the dream I had. Want to go see what's for breakfast?"

"I already ate but still yes."

Duran laughed.

"Let's go."

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thecameronchronicles · 3 years ago

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Faking It

TW: Smut. Overstimulation. Slapping. Dom!Drew! Degrading language.

SUMMARY: After Drew finds out you lied to him about your recent orgasm, he decides to rectify the situation by teaching you a lesson you won’t soon forget.

WORD COUNT: 2100

*Requested*

Faking It

“Can you come here a second, baby?” Drew’s voice called you into the bathroom as you found him standing in front of the mirror in wait for you. Casting him a look of confusion, you obeyed the silent motions made to have you stand before him until his hands sat at your hips and you both looked to one another in the reflection before you.

“I love absolutely everything about your body, you know that, right, sweetheart?” You nodded, a detail he spoke of often whenever he had the chance-both in innocent reminders and promises of how he would prove it once you were alone.

“I love the way your body reacts to me…''Your eyes came to a soft close as he ran the back of his ringed finger along your spine, aware the contrast of its chilled metal to your warm skin would cause the shivers he strived for.

“I love how you get goosebumps so easily-” He explained, tracing his touch along your arms as he continued his list of favorite responses.

“How my voice alone makes you so wet…” His fingers dipped slightly at your sex, able to validate this by the thin fabric of your chosen dress as he remained sincere and in focus as his continuation broke the silence between you.

“How you arch your back and curl your toes when I make you come…That little face you make that makes your eyes flutter and your lips purse just before pulling apart in that silent release…” You closed your eyes at the thought before a sudden grip to the back of your neck forced them back open.

“So you can understand how I can know when you lie to me.” Your cheeks flushed as you knew what he was in reference to, praying it would go by unnoticed in contrast to the countless other exchanges you’d shared without issue.

“I’m sorry, I was so tired-”

“You don’t think I’m tired? And I still make you feel so good, don’t I?” You narrowed your eyes more in worry than in objection as he waited rather impatiently for your response. The way his eyes seemed to scorch you through the reflection made the air around you draw thin as it was rare you were the cause of Drew being upset-seldom that you saw him upset at all. But to be on the receiving end of it made you suddenly submissive to the comfort you usually found within him.

“And you let me believe it….kept lying to me, baby-”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Drew-” He slowly nodded, a breath of relief casting your chest into a quick rise and decline, as you watched his expression turn focused on a new ambition.

“But how can I be sure that you won’t do it again, huh?” You now turned to face him, this usual arrangement of dominant and submissive having only tasted the lines drawn previously in your relationship. Bondage and spanking having been lengths in which he’d gone, but never anything strong enough to leave a mark that lasted beyond a few days. But with the look behind his expression in this moment, you questioned if he had come to truly hate you for having lied to him.

“Forty two…” Your brows sharpened as he let out a deep exhale. “Forty two hours that you could have told me…and so…” He turned you back to the mirror, a bitter sting left behind by a slap having echoed throughout the space shared by you both.

“Forty one now…”

“Drew…I didn’t want to stop you…But the people at work-” He slowly shook his head, rubbing your ass and revving for another slap, gifting it with that harsh snap, before returning in yet another glide of a palm pressing lovingly over his sting.

“How can I trust you’ll tell me the truth, sweetheart?”

“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings…” Another slap sent your words into a premature cessation as you would be forced temporarily forward by the surprise of his eager palms.

“You…Since when do you lie to me though baby? When did we stop being honest with each other?”

“Drew…” You became exhausted in offering your rejected apologies, only ever finding him continuing to counter you.

“It’s okay baby…We’ll rectify it today. I cleared my entire day to make sure you learn your lesson-” You began to lose track of the slaps, your eyes prying open from their tears to notice his lips part to keep count, an eventual reprieve sending a kind roll soothing your battered ass.

“I-”

“I want you to wait for me. Take everything but your panties off and wait. Now, sweetheart.” You swallowed hard before feeling his grip finally release you until you were able to obey him. You crossed over the threshold of the bathroom, ignoring the burning pain spreading across your cheeks, before disrobing as commanded. But you were left in wait well beyond what you were foolish enough to believe would be his eagerness. When he spoke of teaching you a lesson-he meant it to every extent.

The door of the bathroom came open to reveal him wearing nothing more than a towel, a clear shower having been taken as you were patiently acquiescent to his mercy. The way his lips pulled toa grin showcased how you’d appeased him, as you captured your lip between your teeth at the sight of him feasting his eyes on you.

He kept this stance for only a moment before crawling over you, a series of deep kisses pulling your focus to him as he would retract once you believed he’d begun to forgive your dishonesty.

“You didn’t want to come for me before…So I am going to make sure you do in every goddamn way I can-”

And so he began this crusade of edging and torment with the drive of his tongue pulling apart your lower lips in torturous slides of flicks and savored strides. He continued through your pleas and your bucks, withdrawing upwards once your thighs began to tremble at either sides of his cheeks. The most sinful of smiles kept across his face as he’d rise from between your legs, wearing his trophy in a drip down his chin, before standing between your legs.

“Bet you want to come NOW, don’t you baby?” You nodded, soft whimpers pulling his teeth to clench as your echoes of pleasure always held this effect of him; reminding him of just how soft you were beneath him and how much control you’d relinquish to him without him needing to ask the question.

“Then make yourself…” You blushed, the idea of having to do so on your own embarrassing enough, this had left your cheeks illuminated in a fiery red hue as he looked at you with conviction.

“You want to show me that you can be a good girl again, don’t you?” You nodded again, the bobs of your head made in desperate conviction as he grinned towards you.

“Then let me watch you show me just how sorry you are for lying to me…Show me how you like it because apparently I wasn't good enough to make you come last time-” You groaned, both of you well aware how he had the capability to make you come in seconds if he willed it, which is what made this so painful. Not only was he edging you but doing it in vain, but portraying it in such a way that made you desire him that much further.

“Good girl…” He praised, watching you begin to outline yourself for his viewing. His eyes wide with carnality didn’t budge to even blink as he continued to study every motion and its reaction while endorsing you. But the familiar pull within your stomach had led to that curl of your toes and purse of your lips that tattle on your coming release.

“Stop…” He spoke in a near growl, only half convinced of his own direction, before watching you quicken, a lunge over your body sending a slap now across your cheek to gain your attention.

“Do I need to do it again?” He asked in such a way to keep his role of dominant while also asking for permission if you had favored this. When you nodded, the most mischievous of smirks spread across his face as he’d come to realize a new kink, he was happy to exercise to satisfaction.

“You like how that feels baby girl, huh? You like being put in your place?’ He continued to tease you, while you fought the natural need to defend yourself as you trusted knowing he’d done this in a place born from trust and curiosity.

“I want you, Drew…”

“I know you do, sweetheart…”

“Please…” You breathed quickly beneath him as he looked at you for a moment in consideration. “I NEED you….I’ll do anything-” His brows rose.

“For starters, you can stop sounding like a fucking whore and just be patient. Maybe thank me for being patient enough to teach you this lesson.”

“Thank you…” He slowly nodded.

“Show me JUST how grateful you are-” You attempted to move onto your knees for him as he took a grip to your hair and to your jaw until you were reserved solely to his touch.

“Did I SAY to suck me off? NO! You don’t get to make me come that easily-Not when you still have so much to learn…”

“Then how can I prove it to you?”

“Get your rabbit…” You blushed, a gift he’d given for an exploratory exchange that you’d only ever use with him was now taken from your bedside table and pressed into his palm.

“Look at me. Forty two hours of me wondering all those reasons you lied…means forty one minutes of this for you.” Your eyes stretched wide as you couldn't fathom forty two seconds of those vibrations.

“And if you come before you’re told, you’re not gonna come for a goddamn year, don’t try me, sweetheart…” You nodded, gripping the sheets to the immediate reaction of the vibrator to your clit. He began softly, favoring your mix of moans and whimpers, the sound of his name so beautiful from your lips, before you began to arch.

“Baby-” He warned as you groaned deeper.

“It feels so good…”

“I know, my God, I can see it across your face…” He chuckled, almost patronizing, before returning. This time, doing so at a higher setting, bringing you to your edge again, and increasing the speed. He continued this as you were winded, dripping in both perspiration and need, and pleading in mutters and whimpers as words now seemed to fail you.

“Only twelve minutes in…” You were honestly surprised you'd made it this long, but not even half way and you were already seeing stars behind eyes pressed too tight to remain comfortable.

“Please!”

“No matter how pretty you beg…you still don’t get to come until I say.” He kept dominant in this focus as you glared.

Before too long, you were unable to speak in any form of intelligible verbiage. The vibrations and your attempts molded together beneath him until he’d wait until you were nearly spent before slipping himself inside of you. Immediately, your nails attached to his bare arms,clawing in appreciation, as he drew a final slap across your face.

“I’m doing this for ME because your goddamn moaning is too fucking sexy…But if you come, so help me-” You nodded, having memorized this threat enough that the bob of your head was a natural response.

And once more, he resumed his motions, painfully deep and stretching you despite the work put in in the hours leading up to this. Never before had he been so drained of compassion or this desperate for his own release. But the way you’d plead beneath him, the way he still loved you despite your dishonesty, had him pivoting in depths and speeds that allowed you hints of relief beneath him.

“You want me to make you come?”

“Y-y-yesss…” You struggled to speak as he smirked, flipping you onto your knees and taking you once again. But he’d only laugh behind you, drawing his fingers to your clit strictly to tease, making lazy lines over what was highly overstimulated but still in need for a release.

You were well beyond your limit. Exhausted. Spent. Pulsating. And he was pounding into your ass as if he knew he’d never have the chance again. Until eventually the sound of your name straining from his lips informed you of his coming orgasm and the pleas for you to join him.

“If you don’t come with me, you won’t get to come until next time-whenever the fuck that would be…” He threatened as you nodded, your body on reservation so long that it struggled to release, only able to do so once feeling him find solace in you first.

“You EVER lie to me again and next time you won’t get to come…” You nodded as he wrapped you into his chest, the patter of his heart returning to normal having reminded you of the man you loved remaining beneath this hardened exterior, having awoken a new kink in the process…

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271

#drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #obx #outer banks

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gyro56789 · 3 years ago

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What are some of your part 4 head cannons (sfw)!

characters: josuke, okuyasu, rohan

josuke

- you being on of the only people who he’ll let tease him

- idk why but i feel like he likes surprise hugging you from behind. or just wrapping his arms around you and holding u for a long time.

- you have lost count from the amount of times he risked his life for you

- you are always there to patch up his wounds and lecture him in the procrss

- and he just stares lovingly

- whenever you get hurt he starts freaking out even if it’s minor

- is so ready to pull out crazy diamond

- he hates seeing people try to make fun of you or be evil to you in general

- will always come to your defense

- lots of quick nose kisses

- comforts you when you’re scared

- the best moments are when you two just laugh ur asses off together w okuyasu

- always walks you to school or to your job. it’s a romantic gestures but he also cares a lot regarding ur safety.

- sometimes stays at your house or place of work for a long time because he loves being in your presence

- will always play video games with you and will try to win. don’t be fooled, him being madly in love with you won’t mean he’ll let you win.

- ok but like imagine this. josuke playing music outside of your house with like those big music box things. (okuyasu gave him this idea)

rohan

- can be a really soft lover at times

- pretends he hates when you’re being loud or purposely distracting him

- because it wont let him work on his manga

- but he secretly finds you cute when u do it

- but he’d rather die than admit that, but you know

- has a folder of sketches he made of you

- you’re relationship is also like rohan doing something and u being like “what the hell??”

- he takes you to sometimes to the mountain range he (blew all of his money on) bought

- and tell u scary stories while doing so. but stops if they actually scare you.

- he has definitely used you as inspiration

- one time he used heaven’s door on you and came across a part that talked abt how much he meant to you and he almost cried

- u always give him ideas for his manga and he’ll always write it down

- in return, u always listen to his crazy stories from “researching.”

- u always cook for him or bring him food whenever he’s working

- he prefers looking after you, but he appreciates all ur efforts to make sure he’s eating and resting well

- you have to come in between him and josuke trying to murder eachother

okuyasu

- AHHHHHH i lovee him

- literally ideal bf im sorry but he’s perfect to me

- one thing about him is he can make u laugh

- imagine him picking flowers out of the grass to give to you <33

- ur definitely the brains in the relationship

- study dates <333

- u explaining a concept to him for the 5457455554th time and he just stares like he’s seeing aphrodite herself infront of him

- he always wants to impress you.

- he’ll pick up heavy objects, arm wrestle someone, do anything to show off how strong he is. and it makes you love him more

- i see him being really protective and always looking out for the ppl he loves.

- not only ur bf, but also ur best friend. definitely hypes you up and makes you feel better when u need it.

- he’ll always take you out to eat ice cream. and i see him offering you his cone.

- whenever he talks about you, its like he’s on cloud nine. he’s so in love you can see hearts form in his eyes.

- he always sticks by you and loves to spend time with you. he loves talking about any and everything and ur always there to listen.

a/n: i might do a post koichi, yukako, and 4taro later.

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xxsycamore · 2 years ago

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𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 [𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝]

↬ 🐰 You dominate Blanc, and he enjoys every second of being your little fuckbunny.

Blanc Lapin x Gender Neutral Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Dom!Reader; Sub!Blanc; Blanc Tops; Spanking, Degradation, Master/Pet, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms, Crying (Dacryphilia), Orgasm Control; Praise kink; Pet play; Sexual Roleplay; Bunnyplay; Oral sex; Hair Pulling; Overstimulation; Object insertion (implied) • wordcount: 1,316 • masterlist

a/n: Happy Easter! Regardless if you celebrate or not, you're welcome to enjoy this Easter bunny as you see fit <3

"Fuck me harder, you filthy rabbit!"

Smack! The sound of your hand meeting Blanc's nice round ass resonates throughout the empty rooms of the house, followed by a pathetic noise produced somewhere deep in the man's throat.

You raise your legs higher, practically folding yourself in two to offer your hole to be thrusted into as deeply as he'd go - no, as deeply as you command him to thrust. Your position perfectly allows reaching to the man's already reddening ass, ready to inflict more discipline when needed.

Blanc's speed increases as he obediently follows the command, making you throw your head back. You can't help but moan at the way his cock pistons in and out of you in the desired way, much like a sex toy belonging solely to you. Though, the naughty rabbit attached to this sex toy seems to be enjoying it more than you.

"Haa...Hahh! I'm going to cum again, Master!"

You click your tongue even if your mouth stays open after it to spill more sounds of pleasure, your body tensing instinctively at the promise of another portion of cum disposed deep in you.

"You truly ARE like a rabbit, aren't you?! Am I really going to see you all spend and milked dry by the end of the night or are you going to fuck me until I pass out before that?"

Your little fuckbunny babbles something, indicating he MEANS to give you a reply...whoever, the movement of his hips takes control of the coherent part of his brain, rendering him useless to do anything more than to thrust into you. The smacking noises of flesh meeting flesh are almost as loud as his groans are, and the symphony of the two combined is quite to your liking.

When his cock starts twitching inside you, you wrap your legs around him tight, forcing his movements to a halt when he's as deep as he can go - the splash of his hot essence is not something you want to miss out in the rapid thrusting his body tells him to do.

"M-Master... Master..."

You let out a glorious hum, rolling your own hips to enjoy him to the fullest... it's the small sniffing noise that comes to your ears that makes you finally open your eyes.

"Are you crying, bunny? It must feel veeeery good to be squeezed and milked by my hole, huh? Now, I can think of another thing I want to see you do for me, and if you do good, maybe I can let you control your own orgasm, just this once!~"

You tap his nose with a finger, moving to take his glasses off. He doesn't question you beyond the confused sound he makes, probably glad that your face is in close proximity to make something out of your expression...else, he'd have to judge your approval or therefore lack of, in other ways.

Well, soon he'll have to.

You push him back by the chest, and he withdraws quickly, frowning at how he can't even witness the sight of your hole leaking with his cum...and he gave you a lot too. If he could turn your attention to it, he would've earned himself some praise, since he figured you wanted just that.

However he's not away from you for long. The next time you tug him in close, his head is pushed down - until he finds it between your parted thighs.

"A gentleman like you does this sort of thing best~!"

Snatching a pillow to prop your back comfortably against, you stare lovingly at Blanc's expression. He pouts at your words but doesn't deny you - you wonder if he is THAT eager to serve his master. Paired with the clear rose-gold of his irises unblocked by the frames of the glasses, you simply gawk at him.

It's almost a shame that he has to push his face so close to the hot center of your spread legs that those eyes fall shut immediately.

"Oh my god-"

The naughty sounds of his licking fill your head as wave after wave of pleasure is rushing through your body. You should tell him to slow down but he really is too cute of a sight to do that, even at the cost of your hypersensitivity. And even if your orgasm approaches too soon, fueled by the earlier heated round... what of it? You can think of plenty of ways to recover while focusing on your little lapin's pleasure.

Groaning in an almost annoyed manner, your hands shoot up to Blanc's messed up hair, grasping two chunks of it in your fists.

"Since— Ahhh— Since you don't have actual long f-fluffy bunny ears, I'm going to have to pull you by your— hair like that...!"

Blanc gasps, opening one eye to look at you as he keeps the tip of his tongue poking out and servicing you.

" 'm sowry-"

"Shut up and keep going, bunny! I'm close..."

You tug him closer this time, barely not leaving any room for breathing. He seems to be fine, and besides, with how much he's moaning, you're guessing he has just enough air to work with. The pretty tuffs of white hair are poking from your balled fists, and you smile a little at how cute he looks like that, rabbit-like or otherwise.

"Oh yeah... just like that..."

Blanc uses his mouth on you with vigor, savoring your taste and having his mind set on bringing you to the same cloud nine he's been frequenting since putting his lucky rabbit paw into this bedroom.

He puts his heart to the task, moreso than you could take, and you let the gradually building pleasure finally peak - as if teaching your own body about discipline, you dance around that edge while committing the sight of Blanc's face to memory, savoring the relief of finally letting go.

Instead of the serene easing that the release of this pressure promises, it's like electricity running throughout your body instead - merciless and vapid, legs trashing about and throat burning with a near scream.

"Haah! Blanc— Blanc I'm-"

He continues working his mouth on you, bluring the line between selfless and selfish - for whom's pleasure is all of this? Even after the last drop of your high is disposed on his tongue, he doesn't let go - no, not with naughtiness, indeed without any naughtiness at all - his moans are still of someone servicing under a command, lewd and also cute, if your hazy mind can judge that much.

"Ahhhhhhhh..."

Your body grinds back against him as a new pleasure builds up - only to peak in another couple of seconds, hot and full of liquid against Blanc's mouth.

Only then he stops, and withdraws.

His jaw is glistening with the proof of your pleasure as he looks up at you - and his brows are a little furrowed, like he's putting effort into making out your lustful gaze without the aid of his glasses. He knows what he sees.

"Haha... see, Master, we are going at it like rabbits, but it's not just me who—"

"Oh you stupid white rabbit! You were supposed to be so sex-hazed you cannot even speak right! I'm going too easy on you..."

Well, getting him to cum again and again has been fun and all, but not getting him to cum certainly holds its own charms. Shuffling through a drawer of your nightstand, you take out something and clasp a hand over your mouth not to gasp, or chuckle.

Blanc sees an item introduced in the scene, alas, his sight is too bad to fixate it accurately. He blinks and widens his eyes at the familiar combination of orange with a patch of green...but what are his favorite carrots doing in such a heated sex session?

"Master, what are you going to do with this big carrot? Is it real? Master?"

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mochegato · 4 years ago

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Even the Losers

Chapter 12

Chapter 1 Chapter 11

The dining room was only slightly less formal than the entry way. It was decorated in deep tones and dark wood meant to evoke grandeur and pageantry. It still spoke of old money and cold families. There was no evidence of laughter over inside jokes, gasping at stories about someone’s day, discussions of dreams, or fatherly advice doled out over a lovingly cooked dinner that everyone worked on together.

Marinette held back as everyone made their way into the dining room, letting them claim their usual seats, prepared to take whatever seat was left. She was hoping to cause as little upset and disturbance as possible. Her plan was foiled when Duke jumped up from his seat and moved down one spot. “Hey, Marinette. Take this seat.”

Marinette opened her mouth to object but stopped when Jason put his hand on her back to guide her to the seat. “Lost cause. Don’t even bother,” he muttered low enough for her to hear. Marinette looked back at him uncertainly but nodded in understanding. She breathed a small sigh of relief when Jason took the other seat next to her.

Dick pouted at the seating, but took the seat across from her instead, grabbing the seat quickly from the right as Tim was just about to drop into it from the left. Tim grumbled something about annoying puppies and took the next seat over, causing Damian to scowl and redirect himself to a different seat. “Damian!” Dick called out to him. He patted the seat next to him.

Damian huffed and sent Marinette a glare as he took his not normal seat beside Dick. He squirmed in the seat. It wasn’t his usual seat and he could feel the difference. It felt off. It felt wrong. He didn’t like it at all. This was not his routine. This was not what he was comfortable with and it was all her fault. They were playing a charade for her. They were making themselves uncomfortable for her.

Marinette watched politely as M. Pennyworth set the plates down in front of everyone. When he was done, he exited quietly. Marinette watched him leave the room as the rest of the family took bites of their food. M. Wayne had called M. Pennyworth a father and Jason had called him a grandfather, but he didn’t eat with them? And addressed them all as Master or Miss? Did none of them know what family was supposed to be? What it was supposed to mean? Because that, wasn’t it. And honestly, if that’s what they thought it was, she had serious concerns about joining their ‘family’.

She looked back to Jason and tried to send him a message with her eyes to ask him about it without having to say it out loud and draw attention to herself. She cleared her throat quietly, hoping it was quiet enough that just Jason would hear but everyone looked at her. She looked at their eyes before returning hers to her plate. “Sorry,” she said quietly.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Bruce said kindly. His eyes were filled with concern and a touch of worry. He wanted her to eventually feel like this was her home too and if he wanted that to happen, she needed to feel comfortable here. “Did you need anything?”

“No, no, no,” Marinette insisted, shaking her head and sending him a weak smile. “It’s nothing. The dinner looks amazing.”

“If there’s anything you don’t like…” Bruce started.

“No! Of course not,” Marinette exclaimed. “This looks really delicious.” She was waving her hands frantically. It was all going wrong already. She was causing a commotion. From the moment she’d walked into his life, she’d caused nothing but commotion. She was really hoping to break the cycle tonight and get closer to the kids in the family.

Bruce watched her uncertainly, but nodded. “Because if you want anything else, we have a huge kitchen and pantry,” Bruce tried to assure her.

Marinette’s eyes grew even bigger and her movements more frantic. “Jesus, B. Lay off her. She already said she was fine,” Jason grumbled. “You’re going to give her a complex.”

Somehow, Marinette’s eyes got wider and her face went slack. “No, no. It’s fine.” She turned to Bruce with a desperate look. “I’m fine. Thank you for your concern.”

“Marinette,” Bruce stated with a touch of exasperation. He didn’t know what he had to do to get her relax, to get her to believe she wasn’t going to make him not want her. “Just let me know.”

Marinette nodded rapidly. “Of course.” She looked around the room taking note of the pasted on, polite smiles while they took silent bites. She could feel her shoulders curling in on her as the quiet continued.

“How was your day today?” Bruce prompted Marinette after the first few bites in uncomfortable silence.

She nearly dropped her fork in surprise. “Oh, it was pretty good,” she answered with a polite smile. And oh God, this was the most awkward thing she had ever done. She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a breath. It wasn’t going to change unless she did something to change it. “I’m glad you had a meeting this morning so we missed out on the Penguin. I mean sorry about the meeting, but I think it worked out for the best.”

She fought the urge to openly examine the people around the table. They had all frozen at her mention of the Penguin, but all seemed to be trying to pretend like they hadn’t. Their smiles became forced. She wasn’t sure if it brought back bad memories or scared them how close M. Wayne had been to getting taken by the Penguin. If they had stuck to their original plan, he could have been able to take him.

Bruce chuckled politely, tightly. “Definitely a better result. I would still like to go to the art museum with you though.”

“Do you have room for someone else?” Dick asked perking up. “I’d like to get in on that. Cass?” He looked over to Cass to see how she felt. When she nodded excitedly he looked over to Damian. “Damian would love to go to, right Damian?” Damian leaned back in his chair and focused on the food, refusing to look at Dick. “Damian’s in,” Dick enthused.

Tim snorted but realized his mistake as soon as the sound came out. He looked warily over at Dick who was giving him an overly wide smile. Tim turned to Marinette with an artificial smile. “I’d love to.” Duke shaking his head caught his eyes and he grinned maliciously. “Duke loves the art museum. We can’t go without him too.”

Duke froze and narrowed his eyes at Tim for a fraction of a second before smiling at Marinette. “If you don’t mind the company.”

Marinette looked between them. The only one who seemed to actually be happy about it was Dick. Everyone else seemed like this was the last possible thing they’d ever want to do. She plastered on a smile, unwilling to be the cause of discord in the family. “No. Yeah. That sounds… fun.”

Damian narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re being insincere,” he accused harshly.

“Damian!” Bruce scolded loudly. “That was uncalled for.”

Dick looked at him with disappointment. “Damian. It is not okay to treat a guest… your sister like that,” he added after Bruce finished.

Jason was tense, preparing to step in if Damian said even one more word to Marinette. He knew she already didn’t feel welcome in Bruce’s life, let alone his home. He sure as Hell wasn’t going to let Damian solidify that belief.

Marinette stared at Damian wide eyed. He wasn’t wrong, but she thought everyone kind of understood the reasoning behind it. It wasn’t ideal, but it was expected. Not to mention she wasn’t the only one. She looked around the room and finding varying levels of disappointment, concern for her, and annoyance with Damian. She looked over at Damian trying to gauge his goal.

Roy and Jason had warned her that he would try to intimidate her, likely attack her. And she guessed she should have expected to defend herself. But again, he wasn’t wrong. What he was accusing her of; not being entirely honest, she wasn’t. None of them were. But when she looked in his eyes, it wasn’t hostility she saw, not completely. It was confusion, uncertainty, unease, and yes, a fair amount of hostility. And wasn’t that the issue she was having with them too? That they didn’t seem to be sincere with her? But while she curled in, he lashed out.

“You’re not wrong,” she admitted quietly. The room fell silent again and Damian looked up at her with a confused scowl. She met Damian’s gaze and gave him a small smile. “We’re all being varying levels of insincere. This is an awkward, uncomfortable, scary situation. For all of us, I imagine. Again varying levels of that. Maybe for you and me more than the rest. You’re the baby and I’m…” She let it trail off leaving ‘unwanted’ unsaid, hoping they would fill in the sentence with a more palatable adjective. One she wouldn’t have to discuss with concerned looks and sympathetic smiles.

“You guys don’t want to offend me and I’m trying desperately not to offend you, but we don’t know each other well enough to know how to do that or what we need to do to ease the tension. We’re trying to figure each other out, so nobody gets hurt. You or me.” She knew she was rambling but it was honest, coherent rambling at least. Maybe not completely, but it was the truth. And Damian was right. They weren’t being themselves and they weren’t going to get to know each other until they were.

“I don’t want to expose too much and scare you away or give you the ammunition to really hurt me, if that’s what you’re going to do. And I imagine you guys are afraid of driving me away by saying the wrong thing. And how do you know what the wrong thing is until you know someone? So we’re all on edge. Not ourselves. We don’t feel safe to be ourselves yet. And how can you be sincere when you’re not yourself?”

Cass smiled warmly at her and nodded in agreement. Jason wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “Except me. She’s herself around me, so suck it.” He stuck his tongue out at the rest of the family, like the mature, tough, dangerous, vigilante he was.

“Oh my God, Jason.” Marinette shook her head and dropped it in her hands. “That’s because I was drunk off my ass and didn’t have the ability to pretend when we met.”

“That’s French for ‘because you’re the best’,” Jason assured them with a completely straight face.

“It definitely isn’t,” Dick rolled his eyes, but his lips were turned up in a smile. “If you want to talk about him behind his back in front of his face in French, let me know,” Dick winked at her. “I haven’t gotten to practice my French in a while.”

“It sounds like Jason took advantage of you in a weakened state. Terrible brother behavior,” Tim insisted. He shook his head in mock disappointment. “You deserve better.”

“Who? You?” Jason squawked, affronted at the suggestion.

“I was going to say Duke, but if I’m the first one that comes to mind when you think of best brother, I mean, I’m not going to argue,” Tim shrugged with a smirk.

“You say Jason is always wrong and you’re always right, so…” Duke added with a grin. He turned to Marinette. “Sounds like you and me are going to form an alliance. New Kids Club.” He turned his head slightly when Cass made a noise. “And Cass.” He smiled when Marinette giggled.

“Let’s not form alliances and cliques or hog Marinette, please?” Bruce asked, the resignation clear in his voice but affection clear in his eyes.

Marinette nodded and turned serious. “Absolutely. I will not form any kind of pact with Duke and Cass over lunch next week?” She looked between the two of them for confirmation. Duke and Cass nodded back at her and Marinette grinned. “Monday?”

“Hey!” Dick objected.

Jason gasped at her and dropped his arm from around her shoulder. “This feels like a betrayal. I’m betrayed.” He shook his head and took a bite of food. “You’ll fit right in.”

Duke shook his head. “Can’t Monday. I have a poetry thing.”

Marinette’s eyes brightened. “Are you presenting or watching?”

Duke looked down shyly and rubbed the back of his neck. He hadn’t even told the rest of the family about it. It didn’t occur to him that they would be interested. “Presenting actually.”

“Would you mind if I came too? Or do you not like people you know being there?”

Duke shrugged. “No, I don’t mind, but…” he cringed slightly, “it isn’t in the best part of town. It’s kind of dangerous.”

“Don’t worry, I can protect you,” Marinette winked at him. She ignored Damian’s scoff and Bruce’s choke.

Jason rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll go too. I’ve never heard the kid read.”

“I’d like to come too,” Dick looked at them hopefully, “if you don’t mind.”

Duke made a noise that sounded like some combination of happy and resigned and nodded. “Yeah, that sounds fun.”

“You okay with Adrien and Max coming too?” Marinette asked.

“Yeah, bring them. It’ll be nice to meet them.” He waved off her concern. “Okay, that’s fun and all but we still need to decide when to not meet for the New Kids Club. And I’m not putting that in my nonexistent calendar for,” Duke looked up questioningly, “Thursday lunch?”

Marinette looked over to Cass who nodded excitedly at her. Marinette smiled back at her and Duke. “Sounds good.” She pulled out her phone and handed it to him. “Want to put your number in so we can coordinate?”

“Absolutely!” He took her unlocked phone and put his number in.

“Can I put my number in too?” Tim asked

“And me!” Dick exclaimed.

“Yeah, of course,” Marinette smiled at both of them. A real smile. Thank God Adrien was right. She kind of liked the kids… even though most weren’t kids and most of them were actually older than her.

“Why don’t you put all our numbers in there, Tim,” Dick suggested.

“Tt,” Damian scoffed. “There’s no reason she would need my number.”

Bruce gave him a disappointed look, but Marinette shrugged. “Please, don’t put it in if he isn’t comfortable with it.”

Tim pursed his lips. “Don’t be ridiculous. What if she finds a cute animal? How’s she supposed to send you the picture?” Damian scowled but didn’t say more. Tim finished and handed the phone back to Marinette.

Marinette took it back with a thank you and scrolled through her contacts. “Huh… he didn’t put you in,” she assured Damian.

“What?” Tim looked at her confused then looked at her phone again. “Oh, it’s under Demon Spawn.”

Marinette gaped at him. “It’s under what?”

“Dem…”

“Yeah, no,” she cut him off. She pushed a few buttons and looked back at Damian. “Not anymore. It’s gone. You can give me your number when and if you’re ready.” Damian didn’t acknowledge her, but he did nod curtly at his plate and Marinette was taking that as a win.

She tucked her phone away and looked around the room. “Okay, so, Duke does poetry, I heard Damian does art, and I heard Dick likes to swing, what does everyone else like to do?” Marinette asked with a bright smile.

Jason and Tim burst out laughing. “Your reputation proceeds you, Lover Boy,” Jason managed to get out between gasps.

Marinette frowned and looked between them in confusion. “Did I say something wrong?”

Dick smiled warmly at her. He kept his eye contact with her as he threw a roll at Jason’s head. “Ignore them. Their minds are in the gutter. For clarification, I like gymnastics. I was a trapeze artist in a Haley’s Circus when I was a kid.”

“Oh that sounds fun!” Marinette almost squealed in excitement. “You must have loved flying through the air. That was always the best feeling.”

“It was. I loved it. The freedom of soaring before gravity took over was amazing,” Dick nodded in agreement. His eyes took on a distant look as he talked about it and a smile curled on his lips. “Did you do trapeze work in Paris?” Marinette froze momentarily. “You mentioned you liked the feeling. Is that how you know it?” he prompted gently.

“Oh… um… no.” She looked down at the napkin on her lap for a second, pretending to readjust it. “I was friends with a few of our local heroes. One of them, Ladybug swung around the city on a yoyo that worked kind of like a magic rope. That feeling of swinging up and breaking gravity was always heart racing. And the feeling of falling until the string caught.” She looked away with a smile. “Yeah, I understand what you’re talking about.”

“We have a trapeze in the manor. Did you want to try it out sometime?” Dick asked excitedly.

Marinette grinned. “That sounds like fun. I’d love to.”

“How about tomorrow?”

Marinette blinked. The Waynes definitely moved fast. There was no time to breathe. Just moving from one thing directly into the next. She needed time to think, time to process that they apparently didn’t require. “I can’t. Sorry.” Dick’s face fell immediately. If she didn’t have a legitimate excuse, she’d feel guilty. “I’ll be in New York tomorrow for business and I’m meeting with Lucius Friday.”

“Saturday then,” Dick offered. Marinette smiled and nodded causing Dick to almost vibrate in his seat. None of the other siblings ever wanted to go on the trapeze with him and he was beyond excited to connect with Marinette.

“Did they take you around often?” Bruce asked with forced calmness. “The heroes,” he explained when she scrunched her face in confusion. “You said they took you around often enough for you to know what it felt like… where Hawkmoth could see.” Spending time with civilians in suit was dangerous, incredibly so, even more so doing it in full view of the public. Something like that could have resulted in Marinette getting targeted. It was irresponsible and negligent. He should have never trusted the Parisian heroes or Diana that the heroes could handle Paris without him.

“No,” Marinette said as nonchalantly as she could manage, trying to pretend like she didn’t notice the tightness in his voice. “They rescued me a few times and once things were resolved they would sometimes take people who had gotten caught up in the attacks for short rides like that to bring up morality. To make them feel better. It wasn’t unusual or noteworthy, just a public service.”

Bruce relaxed minutely, but the tension in his frame was still clear. Marinette watched him carefully, trying to gauge if she’d used the right words to calm him. She could feel her body tensing at exponential rates the longer he was silent, the longer it took him to relax or smile. Marinette looked down at her plate and pushed her food around with tight lips.

“I like unsolved mysteries,” Tim threw in. Eyes around the table turned to him, most of them incredulous and tense that he would take the conversation there. She heard a whispered “Dude,” from somewhere around the table.

Marinette let out the breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding and started laughing. The eyes that had been on Tim turned to her, making her laugh even harder at the awkwardness of it until another voice joined hers in laughter, followed by another, until most of the table was at least chuckling.

“My best friend gets into that too,” Marinette nodded with a grateful smile. She narrowed her eyes playfully at him. “Do you end up in all night benders following the trail of a mystery down incalculable rabbit holes until you get crazed and someone has to come and force you to sleep too?”

Tim looked shocked and slowly looked around the room before returning his gaze to Marinette. “No,” he said tentatively.

“Yes,” Cass, Dick, Jason, Duke, and Bruce all chorused at the same time.

“Oooohhh, remind me some time to talk about the Impossible Murder,” Marinette offered. Her eyes lit up with excitement. Unsolved mysteries and conspiracy theories she could do. This was her comfort zone. Not that she got into it, but years with Alya had taught her the rhythm of inquiry and questions. She took comfort in that rhythm. It was something familiar she could lean into.

“Yes!” Tim exclaimed, an inquisitive glint in his eyes.

“No,” Cass, Dick, Jason, Duke, and Bruce all chorused at the same time.

Marinette giggled and winked at Tim. “We’ll talk later,” she stage whispered to him. She grinned at the groans she heard around the table.

Tim turned to Duke and stuck his tongue out at him. “Sounds like we get our own club, just for Marinette and me. The Investigator’s Club.”

Jason scoffed and took a bite. “Like I’d want to be part of a club with that name.”

Cass cleared her throat lightly, drawing some attention to her. “And Cass,” Tim amended. Cass nodded happily.

“How about you, Cass?”

“Ballet,” Cass answered with a smile.

“Oh, I wish I could do ballet. Are you in a class or do you do it on your own? Or are you a professional?” Marinette asked trying to keep her voice from getting too excited or invested. Bruce had mentioned she didn’t talk a lot and Marinette didn’t want to pressure her to talk if she didn’t want to, but she also didn’t want to make her feel like she was ignoring her.

“Fun.”

Marinette nodded. “I bet it’s a nice way to relax.”

“Not as good as shooting guns though,” Jason grinned. “Or blowing things up.”

Bruce sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead. “Jason…” he started, not even bothering to try to finish the sentence.

Marinette blinked a few times then nodded. “Uh huh. I like sewing,” she responded dryly. Jason laughed and shook his head at her. He took a bite of his food and looked back at her appraisingly, a happy glint in his eye.

“Right, B mentioned you’re a designer. Just graduated right?” Dick prompted.

“Yes. My final project was a few weeks ago. Now I’m figuring out my next steps.”

“Is that related to your trip to New York?” Duke asked.

Marinette nodded and swallowed the bite she’d just taken. “I’m meeting a few friends and someone at Style Queen to talk about styling a shoot. And Adrien has a job interview.” She took a quick bite of her dinner before continuing. “We’re also trying to get a feel for New York, see if that’s somewhere we would want to move.”

“Wow, Style Queen is really big!” Duke nodded. “That’s awesome!”

Marinette smiled at him. “Getting on her good side is definitely good for your career. Luckily, I’ve been able to impress her over the years.”

“Along those lines,” Bruce cut in, “I’ve commissioned her to create clothes for us. We were planning on her coming over to start on Tuesday, so I expect everyone to be here for it.”

Dick beamed at her but Damian grunted loud enough for everyone to hear. He had absolutely no interest in wearing something purely because ‘his sister’ designed it. He had a style and level of craft he required in the clothes he wore and he was not about to sit or stand around uncomfortably all day long purely out of some misplaced obligation.

He narrowed his eyes at Marinette. It still didn’t make sense. Why would she have come to Gotham if she was looking to break into fashion? She had to have had an ulterior motive. “So you just happened to consider Gotham as a place to reconsider?”

Marinette cocked her head to the side. “No…” she scrunched her face in a bit of confusion. “I never even considered it. Gotham was a side trip. I had no intention of staying past earlier this week. But things… changed,” she looked around sheepishly before looking back at him. “I was considering New York or Metropolis in America. Also Shanghai, I have family there; London, Adrien has family there; Milan, my… grandmother grew up there.”

“Is Adrien your boyfriend?” Tim asked.

“No. My... brother,” her voice petered out as she called the word and she looked down guiltily.

“Will he be part of your business?” Bruce asked, pretending like he hadn’t registered her discomfort, hoping that if they moved past it, she would too.

“Yes. No. Maybe.” Marinette grimaced as she went through all the options. She shrugged. “Whatever he wants. He wasn’t allowed to make choices growing up so now that his father,” she spit the word out with disgust, “is gone, I’m going to let him decide his next move. He wants to help, but he’s looking for a teaching job. He’s thinking of doing both for a while. I’m hoping I can convince him it’ll be okay for him to focus on him. It isn’t ‘abandoning’ me if he does.

“But, that's what's taking so long. I can work from almost anywhere. I’d prefer to be near a big city, but really, it isn’t necessary. It’s harder to find a place he'd like to teach and we want to live.”

“If he isn't part of your business...” Dick started, trying to figure out her motivation.

“We come as a set,” she said definitively and took a bite, staring him down as if daring him to challenge her. “He’s my emotional support grimalkin.”

“Will your future romantic partner, if you want one, be okay with that?” Damian demanded.

Marinette shrugged. She could feel Jason tensing next to her at Damian’s tone, but she wasn’t too bothered by it. “They will be or they won't be.”

“Those are the options, yes,” Damian deadpanned.

“Demon Spawn…” Jason hissed.

“I meant,” Marinette cut in before Jason could continue the fight he wanted to start, “they will be okay with it or they won't be my romantic partner. Adrien and I have been through a lot. We feel safest when the other is near, at least close enough to come running if there’s a problem. If someone can’t understand that about me, then I don’t need them in my life.”

Bruce nodded and gave her an understanding smile. “We should invite him next time.”

Marinette nodded in agreement. “He’d love that. He’s dying to meet you all.”

Bruce took another bite before coming up with an idea. “If he’s thinking of being part of your business anyway, why don’t you bring him with you when you do the commission? We can have a family dinner afterword.”

“That’s a great idea. I’ll check with him,” Marinette nodded. “And apparently, as long as he doesn’t talk about pineapples with you guys,” she gave Jason a pointed look, “it should be fine.”

Tim groaned. “No. No! I’m not having this conversation again.” He glared at Dick. “Pineapple is the most disgusting topping to put on a pizza.”

Dick gasped dramatically. “You take that back!”

“It’s worse than sardines,” Tim hissed. “It’s an abomination. It’s an insult to pizzas.”

“How dare you! Pineapple is amazing. It adds a sweetness that perfectly contrasts the saltiness you get from other ingredients!” Dick defended.

Marinette blinked a few times as Dick continued to sing the praises of pineapple on pizza before she leaned over and whispered to Jason. “You weren’t joking.”

“Nope,” he said popping the p. “Told you it always finds a way to come up.”

“It came up because you mentioned it,” Marinette deadpanned. “Literally you’re the reason it came up.”

He shook his head as if he didn’t hear her. “It always finds a way. It’s like sorcery.”

Chapter 13

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years ago

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Chill Out

Characters: Rio x black!reader

Summary: Wine drunk + dancing= a very entertained but annoyed Rio

Warnings: Smut

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEA 💖 @starrynite7114 thank you for being such a great friend. I hope your day is filled with joy 😘 love you, babes! P.S. this was so hard to keep a secret from you lol

I highly recommend listening to these while reading:

Today you were on a high. You woke up feeling good and the day just kept on getting better. Your friends came over for drinks and gossip. During that time the playlist that was playing in the background had hits after hits, causing y’all to be singing dancing fools.

Eventually, the girls had to leave because it was a school night, but it was perfect timing because as soon as they were leaving Rio came back home.

“You have fun, mama?” He kissed you tasting the wine on your lips. You started getting bolder, nibbling on his lips and neck. Oh, it was about to be one of those nights, Rio thought.

Rio pulled away from you and went to the refrigerator for a water bottle. “Not right now. I wanna watch the game.” He explained, plopping down on the couch.

You tried to hold in your whining. It wasn’t often that Rio got to relax, so left him be. “Do you mind if I play music while I clean up?”

“Nah, you do you. I don’t wanna hear the commentators anyway.”

With his permission you turned the music up. It was a little mix of everything so when Crush started playing you got hyped since you haven’t heard that song in forever.

It's just (aah) a little crush (crush)

Not like I faint every time we touch

It's just (aah) some little thing (crush)

Not like everything I do depends on you

Sha-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la

Rio side-eyed you as you began to sing and dance like every white girl in a 90s movie. “Really? You jamming out to this mess?”

“Rude.” You continued singing and dancing along while you were wiping down the counter. Then the next banger came on and you had to rope Rio in.

Motownphilly's back again

Doin' a little east coast fling

Boyz II Men going off

Not too hard, not too soft

Before you were in the kitchen singing and dancing, but with this new song you migrated to the living room dancing in front of Rio. “What you know about this?” You taunted him while doing the running man.

Rio secretly loved that you were dancing like a fool. You were the sunshine in his gloomy life.

He tried not to crack a smile at your silliness, but he couldn’t help it. “Come here,” he crooked a long finger at you.

Continuing to dance, you shook your head no. He wasn’t about to rain on your parade. “Come here.” Rio repeated with more authority in his voice.

This time you complied and stood between Rio’s legs. Grabbing onto your hips Rio pulled you into his lap. For awhile he massaged your scalp while he just stared at you lovingly.

Rio was the king of building up tension. Usually, you would snap and tell him to hurry up, but that would only make him prolong it. However, you were enjoying it this time. His nose rubbing against yours, his breath tickling your face, his hands running along your body.

Eventually, his lips graced yours. He held your chin as the kiss got a little messier. But as usual it was magical. “I love you,” he smiled at you.

“I love you too.” You kissed him once more before you got up. He smacked your ass as you walked away, enjoying it ripple before he got pulled away by the game. “Be ready as soon as the game is off.”

“Okay, daddy,” you giggled and went off to finish cleaning.

As you continue to clean you continued dancing. During commercial breaks you would dance in front of Rio causing him to roll his eyes like he wasn’t enjoying it. Mostly it was silly dancing, but then the twerk songs started coming on and you couldn’t help yourself.

Damn, I want all three (come here), ooh

Ashley (ayy), ooh, Ashley (ayy)

I get hard when she walk past me (look at that ass)

'Cause she thick (thick)

Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)

Thi-thi-thi-thi-thick, she make me stutter

Thankfully it was a commercial break because Rio probably would’ve pushed you out of the way when you started twerking in his face. Instead he gripped a chunk of ass and told you, “Aye, chill with all that.”

“Oh, so Jake from State Farm is more interesting than me?” Rio didn’t say anything for a bit. He just rubbed his bottom lip while his eyes roamed your body. “Girl, you better move before you have my full attention.”

Rolling your eyes you moved out of the way and grabbed you a glass of wine. Fine, if he didn’t want to play, you’ll have fun on your own.

Two wine glasses later and you didn’t give one fuck. You were all up in Rio’s face rapping along with lyrics about using men. Even though, Rio was mostly expressionless you still caught his little quirks of reactions.

“He always asking do I love him? I always be tellin' him, "Uh-uh" I told him he pushing his luck, he better be happy I fucked him.”

“Watch it,” Rio lowly warned you. As usual you paid him no mind and played the next song.

Got more milkshakes than Kelis

Ain't met a nigga who can handle me

I think I should be in museums (hey hey)

'Cause this body a masterpiece (yeah yeah)

Can I fuck ya to a trap beat? (huh huh huh)

He said girl you tryin' to trap me? (Huh huh huh)

Ah hell nah, nigga no I ain't (what what? Uh)

You can hit that door, here go ahead leave (what what? Uh)

Rio couldn’t focus on the game. Between you twerking and rapping in his face, basically saying ‘fuck him’ had him hard as fuck, but he wasn’t about give into you. However, your determination was stronger than his. The last straw though was when you got on the couch popping over ass cheek at a time while looking at him “innocently.”

I wanna bust it on your face

He wanna see my shit squirt like he squeezed it

He finna die by this pussy, he need it

He wanna keep it like lock it and key it

I tell him to bring me my money then beat it

Give a nigga back to the streets, ayy

Even though the song wasn’t your words, it was still a challenge to him. You were directing all that energy to him and you about to get it back ten-fold.

While you were in Meganland, Rio was able to pull your shorts and panties to the side. He didn’t have the time so he pulled his dick out of his pants.

“Rioooo,” you reached back to grab onto his wrists when you felt him split you open. “Nah, what you running for? Remember you were gonna ‘leave this dick up in a casket’?”

Rio loved this song. The moment when he sees the brattiness dies and you become a compliant whimpering mess. Only he could do this. Only he could make this independent, strong woman weak.

“Come on, baby. I thought you ain’t met anyone who can handle you. This sure looks like I’m handling all this shit.” Rio smacked your ass as he looked at your conjoined bodies.

It was too much and too little at the same time. Rio was giving you those long, slow strokes that had you near the edge, but could never quite push you over.

“Please,” you begged, trying to flatten yourself. “Nah, you gonna take this.” Rio pulled your hips up and got a tight grip on them to make sure you weren’t going anywhere.

“Please let me cum, Rio. I’ll be good. I promise.” Your man chuckled, making you want to cry. He either wasn’t in a forgiving mood or he was gonna make you work for it.

Grabbing you by your chin, Rio turned your face towards him. Instinctively, he stuck some of his fingers in your mouth. “You want cum, huh?”

“Mmmhmm,” you nodded, gently sucking on his fingers.

“Why should I? You wouldn’t let me watch the game.”

“Because I’ll make you feel good, daddy.” Rio smiled at you before he bent down and kissed you while wrapping his arm around your body to start rubbing your clit. “Cum on this dick, bitch.” He whispered into your ear.

Rio sped up his pace a bit and you were going crazy, yelling out his name. “Rio, Rio, tak-, tak-, take me to the room. I’m gonna squirt.”

“So?” His voice was strained letting you know he was close to finishing. “I’m gonna ruin the couch.”

“Fuck this couch. I’ll buy another. Now cum on this dick. I’m trying to finish the game.”

With his permission, you soaked Rio’s clothes and the couch and not too long after you felt his seed coat your walls.

“Shit, I love you,” you smile tiredly as you laid your head against the armrest.

“Uh-huh, get up and take all your clothes off.” Rio pulled out of you and smacked your butt. You were about to object, but when you saw the look on his face, you quickly undressed.

For a moment, Rio forgot what he wanted you to do. Your body always hypnotized him. He just stared at you with his lip tucked in between his teeth. “Come sit on this dick, mama.”

Ugh, he wanted you to ride? You didn’t have the energy for that, but you listened anyway. Facing the tv, you sank down on his dick causing you both to moan in unison.

You began to bounce up and down, but Rio stilled your hips. “Nah, you ain’t gotta do all that.” Thank god, he was gonna do all the work. “You’re gonna sit here and be still while finish watching the game.”

“Huh?” He couldn’t be serious.

“Yeah, you heard me,” Rio closed your dropped jaw. “And if you move I’ll watch the next game even though I don’t give a fuck about that team.”

Rio didn’t give you a chance to object. He turned on the tv and ignored. Guess you should’ve chilled out earlier.

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pascalpanic · 4 years ago

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hi angel 🥺 i’ve had some time to think of what i want to request and i’ve finally come up with something ;-;

do you think you could write something comforting (doesn’t have to be long!) where maxwell is caring for a reader who is a little tipsy or drunk? the reader is the kind of drunk who’s giggly and playful. and he’s super sweet and gentle with her. maybe they already have a pre-established relationship? maybe some slimy guy is hitting on her and he gets all protective and takes her home? and i’d neverrrrr object to smut either. but i’m leaving it up to you to write whatever you think works the best. i just miss reading soft and protective maxwell yanno ;-;

Overdoing It (Maxwell Lord x f!Reader)

W/C: 1.5k

Warnings: alcohol obviously, sexual innuendo, Maxwell lifts reader so I know some ppl aren’t comfy with that

A/N: RACH MY LOVE I’m sorry this took so long but I’m glad I finally did it bc I love how it turned out! ALSO HAPPY WW84 DAY (July fourth) SO WHAT WONDERFUL TIMING!

You certainly had not intended to imbibe to the level you had tonight. The problem was Maxwell, really, although in the best possible way.

The man has a high tolerance; you, admittedly, have one considerably lower than his. You love seeing Maxwell when he’s tipsy. It’s rare that you get to see it and remember it. The times that he’s tipsy are the times where you’re next to vomiting.

But tonight was a celebration, and Maxwell spared no expense. You’d finally received a position in a job you’d dreamed of, one that caused the two of you to spend hours poring over applications and perfecting cover letters. It was a success for the both of you, you said, but Maxwell insisted that it was all you.

You’d said that takeout was just fine with you, so long as Maxwell was there, but he insisted that a bigger celebration was in order. You didn’t really mind; you love getting dressed up to go out. Max made a reservation at a nice place in downtown D.C. and kept the specific place a surprise from you until now.

As you walked inside, the gorgeous atmosphere made you lose your breath for a moment. Your eyes nearly watered as you looked at Maxwell, and he simply kissed your forehead. “You deserve it, my love. I’m so proud of you.”

The words aren’t exactly rare from Maxwell, but they mean the world to you. Having someone tell you that they love you is one thing, but having someone say they’re proud of you is a completely different one. “I love you,” you grinned and followed him to your table, lacing your fingers through his.

Dinner was wonderful, unsurprisingly. Maxwell had scanned the menu the last time he came here, with business cohorts, and been certain you would like it. The delight on your face as you scanned the menu confirmed it, and Maxwell mentally gave himself a little pat on the back.

You’d ordered appetizers and drinks, then more drinks with the main course (two to accompany the meal, to be exact), and then more with dessert. By then, you were starting to feel a little tipsy, but nothing you couldn’t handle. Slowly, as you left the restaurant, the alcohol sunk in. The drinks were stronger than they’d seemed.

Luckily, Maxwell has a chauffeur. He’d had as many drinks as you, but the man’s tolerance is quite high. He seems barely affected, if not slightly looser and more carefree. The two of you made your way outside, Maxwell holding his arm around your waist to ensure that you didn't stumble; just in case, he reminded you, but you didn’t believe him.

In the car, you snuggle into Maxwell’s side happily, resting your head on his shoulder. “Buckle please, love,” he insists and wraps an arm around you.

“No,” you whine, kissing the soft cologned skin of his neck. “You’re too cozy.”

Maxwell laughs and nestles into you. “I’ll excuse it this once, only because I trust Jeeves,” he teases you. “How are you feeling, love?”

“So happy,” you smile up at him, dazed but content. The alcohol has brought you to a state of bliss now; love for Maxwell, a full stomach from the wonderful dinner, pride in your achievement.

Maxwell nods. “Of course you are,” he murmurs, mostly to himself.

“Ooh, do we have wine at home?” You ask, sitting up and looking at him. “You need a few more.”

“No, no more drinks,” he chuckles and pulls you back into his side. “I think we’re both done for the night, don’t you?” His hands slide over your shoulders, smoothing the bare skin that’s cold to the touch.

You pout at him and Maxwell turns his face away, smiling. “No, I can’t look at that. I won’t be able to say no.”

“Please, baby?” You plead with big eyes.

“We have wine at home,” Maxwell tells you, even though he’s unsure whether or not it’s true. Either way, he won’t be allowing you to drink any of it.

Sighing, you snuggle into his side, shivering. “Car’s cold,” you murmur.

Maxwell removes his suit jacket and drapes it around your shoulders, kissing your head and smiling down at you warmly. “How’s that?”

“Smells like your cologne,” you practically purr like a satisfied cat as you wrap yourself in the expensive fabric. “I love you so much, Maxie-poo.”

“I love you too, darling,” he chuckles. The chauffeur brings you to his house not long after, and Maxwell offers you a hand when you get out of the car.

Sitting in the seat, you frown up at him. “I’m fine, Max.” Standing in your high heels, your wobbly legs thanks to the alcohol send you falling into Maxwell, who catches you.

“Fine, yes,” he chuckles and lifts you back to standing. “Take off your shoes and let me help you inside.”

Sighing and crossing your arms, you step out of your shoes, calves screaming a thank you for removing them from those torture devices. He reaches down and picks them up, ass straining in his suit, and you can’t help but give it a smack, giggling.

“Oh, no, little miss,” Maxwell playfully chides and grabs your arm. “Let’s get you inside, tiger.”

Your legs lead your brain without any thought, drunkenly stumbling your way inside. Maxwell’s arms are your support, really the only thing to keep you from falling. He purposely steers you away from the path leading to the kitchen, knowing you’ll ask for more alcohol should you see it. When you reach the foot of the stairs, you groan and look at Maxwell with puppy eyes. You know his back has been bad lately, his joints ache when the humidity rises, but you can’t do this without him. “Can you carry me? Please?” You ask him.

Maxwell chuckles and kisses your head tenderly. “I suppose. Climb on my back.” He stands with his palms the wall, squatting for you to jump up on him.

The formal dress makes it difficult, but you hop up, both of you groaning as you latch onto him. “I love you so goddamn much,” you babble happily, kissing along the skin behind his ears.

“You’re lucky I love you too,” he grunts as he makes his way up the stairs, his knees aching from the weight of carrying absolutely anything on his back.

When he reaches the top, you get down and sigh, kissing him sloppily. “You’re the best.”

“I’m wonderful,” he sighs and rolls his eyes, leading you to the bedroom and letting you plop down on his plush California king bed.

You strip off his suit jacket and toss it at him, and he catches it without even looking. “Don’t even think about seducing me tonight, darling. You’re too far gone,” he chuckles.

His words make you frown and stop in the middle of unzipping your dress slowly. “I wasn’t gonna,” you grumble and stand, slipping out of the dress and getting under the thick covers of the bed.

“Sure,” Maxwell smiles and retreats into his large closet. He returns in pajama pants and the white tee he wore under his button-up.

He looks so soft like this, and even drunk, you recognize what a privilege it is to see him like this. His large suits hide his frame, but you can see the soft curve of his tummy, his broad shoulders and narrow torso. “We should get married,” you blurt to him, your heart-eyes penetrating through to his center.

“You’re drunk,” he shakes his head as he wanders to the bathroom. He returns with his thick-rimmed glasses on, and it completes the look, his highlighted hair messy and beginning to curl.

He sits on his side of the bed and hands you a glass of water and some painkillers. “You’re going to feel like shit in the morning, and you’re not allowed to blame me.”

“I won’t,” you pout and take the pills, rolling onto your side to face him. His legs are beneath the covers, and one of yours snakes to his and wraps your ankle around his.

Max smiles softly at the gesture. He recognizes it. You need his touch, want to snuggle tonight rather than keep to your own in his spacious bed. He lies down and you quickly scoot over to him, resting your head and a palm on his chest.

“I love you, dear,” he murmurs and kisses your forehead, his hand stroking your back lovingly. “You sleep now. Please.”

“I want to cuddle a little longer,” you frown and look up at him, face barely peeking out from the covers.

Max laughs. “Of course. We’ll stay like this, but at least make an effort to fall asleep. Your headache in the morning will be better if you sleep more.”

“Fine,” you sigh and scoot your body as close to his as possible, kissing his chest through the plain white t-shirt. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he repeats and sets his glasses to the side, letting himself sink into the squishy bed. He’ll surely have to care for you in the morning too, but he doesn’t mind. It’s worth it.

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robindrake93 · 4 years ago

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Kavinsky’s relationship with Ronan is so interesting when looked at from Kavinsky’s POV.

Kavinsky was skulking about Monmouth for Ronan before he knew that Ronan was a dreamer, which meant that he had some interest in Ronan as a person (which we know doesn’t happen because the dream pack and his family are...dreams). Kavinsky then finds out that Ronan is like him. They’re the same. They’re dreamers and Kavinsky has never met another one in the world. He went from being alone to being one of two. His whole world changed again.

Kavinsky spends like a year trying to tease the confession out of Ronan. Ronan is really only interested in finding the bottom of a bottle with Kavinsky (and racing and fighting with him). Kavinsky is the window in which Ronan’s bird tries to fly into repeatedly and violently. We can assume Kavinsky was met with failure because The Dream Thieves happens.

Kavinsky flirts and he insults in the same breath because he is the instrument that Ronan loves to hurt himself on (and he’s not a stupid boy who can’t read the fucking room - Gansey has a literal collar for Ronan; K isn’t pulling Gansey’s Dog from his ass). But Kavinsky isn’t the only one with sharp, cutting edges and Ronan (intentionally and otherwise) hurts Kavinsky too.

So time passes and Ronan is the same as he’s always been and Kavinsky gets impatient and desperate. He dreams Ronan’s leather bracelets, punctured with teeth marks like the ones in reality, the details noted carefully and lovingly.

“I know you” is what the gift says. “I know you’re a dreamer and I know you chew your bracelets when you’re unhappy and I’ve been paying attention because I care. Look.” Kavinsky leaves.

The next time they see each other, Ronan tosses him a pair of sunglasses. The ones that Kavinsky wears regularly. This is the acknowledgment, the “I know you too.” Except the tint is off, the lenses are slightly wrong (and oh I bet that haunts Kavinsky later, this tiny sign that Ronan isn’t as into Kavinsky as Kavinsky is him). But still. The fact that the sunglasses exist says that Ronan is accepting the gift, he’s returning it, and he’s trying. Which is more than Kavinsky got out of him before.

Things happen fast after that.

Because they’ve always shared dreams and been aware that they were sharing when Ronan dreams of Kavinsky, I’m assuming that the first one - the sex dream - featured a real Kavinsky (although I don’t think Ronan knew). Kavinsky falls asleep and into a dream where he’s fucking Ronan against the hood of a car. This isn’t Kavinsky’s dream, either. It’s Ronan’s. Ronan who controls his dreams. To Kavinsky, this has to seem like a sign that Ronan is very into him.

They’re both dreamers. Kavinsky lives surrounded by dream people and dream objects...why couldn’t they take a dream relationship to reality with them?

Ronan crashes Gansey’s car because of the night horror and Kavinsky shows up to save his life. Ronan’s life is valuable. Except Ronan isn’t grateful, he’s freaking out for no reason over the car. And there’s a moment where Kavinsky literally does not understand what the big deal is; Ronan can just dream a new one. It’s easy. He mentions that Ronan might have a head injury because he doesn’t know that Ronan doesn’t know Kavinsky is a dreamer.

But Kavinsky is going to take care of this and his stupid idiot boyfriend (what else would Ronan be? They courted, they fucked, dreams are reality). Kavinsky flirts on the drive over and Ronan sulks and Kavinsky says in words what he’s been saying in actions; I know what you are, you’re just like me.

Kavinsky is no ones dog. He doesn’t have a Gansey to distract him from his life. He lives with reminders of how bad life is and he’s an addict in a downward spiral. So the process of dreaming is something Kavinsky has had ample time and privacy to streamline.

Ronan doesn’t make cars because he’s keeping himself secret. By showing him the cars and that it’s even possible, Kavinsky says, “we don’t have to be a secret. You don’t have to limit and twist yourself into a tiny box. The world is literally ours.”

I’m not sure how they went from ‘let’s dream a new car’ to ‘let’s get drunk’ and can only assume that it was old habit to drink in each other’s presence but there’s a time skip where we next hear from them via Gansey. More specifically, via Kavinsky being at once jealous over Gansey (probably) being in a relationship with Ronan and where he both reassures Gansey and rips off the bandaid about the car. Kavinsky sends Gansey a dick pic with an Irish flag tied to his erection, a roundabout way of saying that Ronan’s already ridden his dick.

Kavinsky takes Ronan home after the field, they (or at least Ronan) drink alcohol and Kavinsky puts on a racing movie. Kavinsky texts Gansey his dick pick and the news about the car, and he’s not even next to Ronan. He’s giving Ronan space. I’d say the phone thing was invading Ronan’s privacy but Ronan doesn’t use his phone so...there’s nothing there to invade. When Ronan wakes up, Kavinsky tries to start a conversation. And it’s a pretty normal conversation; you handle your liquor well, oh hey you aren’t responding are you okay, wait you inherited dreaming from your dad?

Ronan leaves the room. He’s not very talkative. This probably isn’t going how Kavinsky imagined it would. Again, Kavinsky is an addict and his boyfriend is being more prickly than usual so he gets high. Kavinsky makes a joke instead of confessing to texting Gansey what was basically a “he wants me more than you” text. And Ronan responds with violence. Which Kavinsky points out and his only option is to lay his cards on the table. Kavinsky doesn’t want to play chase, he wants this thing between them to settle. So he spills that he saw Ronan dream the blood and he knew.

And all Ronan asks is how he did it. His hackles have finally soothed. Kavinsky almost literally jumps on the chance to teach Ronan and spend more time in his company; the company of someone like him in all the ways that matter.

There’s more beer to entice Ronan to stay, a little extra incentive to spend time with Kavinsky. Ronan’s first attempts aren’t interesting for someone who’s house is full of one trick magical dream items. Like I said above, Kavinsky has the dreaming process streamlined. He takes his pill, he gets what he wants from his dream and he dies for this. His heart stops for a few seconds. We don’t know if Kavinsky takes the pills to dream every time or if it’s just to make this fast and easy for Ronan’s training. If he does it’s because he’s suicidal, and if he doesn’t then it’s because he’s at the point that he’ll die for Ronan.

What does Kavinsky bring back? Something boring, like Ronan’s dream thing, but it’s complimentary. The cap to Ronan’s pen, the missing piece, that fits and matches perfectly. Which is what Kavinsky thinks they are to each other.

Kavinsky gets his jealous dig in about Gansey’s relationship with Ronan, which makes Ronan almost leave. This time, when Ronan tells Kavinsky to back off about Gansey, Kavinsky does. Because he wants Ronan to stay and he knows Ronan has a temper. Back to the safe stuff, to training, and this time when they dream together it’s intentional.

And when they get back? Ronan is still and he doesn’t react when Kavinsky touches him but he does open his hand when asked what he has. He laughs at Kavinsky’s joke, which doesn’t insult Gansey or insinuate that they’re in a relationship. Ronan laughs, a good sign, the best sign, and Kavinsky flirts. They open up a little, the first time that Ronan has shown any interest in Kavinsky’s home life, and then it’s back to dreaming together.

When Ronan dreams back a lit bomb, Kavinsky saves their lives by throwing it out the window before it explodes. They talk civilly and Kavinsky offers Ronan some cocaine; both to help him dream and because people who do cocaine just like to share with their friends and romantic partners (not diving deeper into this but trust me, it’s a thing).

They’re together so long that days have gone by. This is the first time that they aren’t fighting and antagonizing each other. It’s just dreams and each other. There’s still beer and cocaine because they’re addicts who are hurting, but they’re both comfortable with it. Ronan gifts Kavinsky with a twizzler, which Kavinsky takes because he loves Ronan.

Kavinsky thinks Ronan’s ready for the Camaro but gets angry when he realizes Ronan still doesn’t get how to dream. Ronan gets angry too, takes his failure out on Kavinsky because he just doesn’t get it. And Kavinsky points out how he’s been practicing.

So two things happen next. Ronan says he can’t go back without the car, to which Kavinsky replies to the effect of “then don’t.” He’s asking Ronan to stay with him. And Ronan replies that he’s going to try again, he’s going to dream with Kavinsky again, he’s staying. And that’s all that Kavinsky hears, he doesn’t realize that Ronan meant he was getting the car back so that he could leave.

A new pill comes out, one that keeps Ronan in his body but kicks his mind out. This is a pill that Kavinsky has tested before (once resulting in a girl overdosing) but now he’s got it perfected; this isn’t supposed to hurt Ronan. And Kavinsky re-enacts their first shared dream; Ronan against the hood, Kavinsky pressed up behind him, tracing the tattoo. They’ve already been here before.

But Ronan is gone, back to dreams, and when he comes to, he’s done it. He’s brought back the Camaro and it is perfect. Ronan’s success is Kavinsky’s success (which I’m sure he attributes to his magic dick and phenomenal teaching skills). They are perfect. This is a perfect moment for Kavinsky, a shining moment.

And Ronan crushes it immediately by telling him that actually he’s going back to Gansey; that he wasn’t going to stay. Kavinsky is so surprised that he stands in blank shock. Whatever defensive shields he has slam into place, a wall between himself and his boyfriend who refuses to stay. He can’t believe it.

Ronan mocks Kavinsky for thinking that they’d stay together and that this strengthened anything between them. But Kavinsky still tries to change Ronan’s mind by telling him he doesn’t need Gansey. And then Ronan breaks up with him. Ronan basically says that Kavinsky was nothing at all and he didn’t care about him.

Kavinsky is heartbroken. He says he’ll burn Ronan. He’s a jilted lover, spurned and ashamed and hurt. Ronan is leaving him. Kavinsky puts his finger gun to Ronan’s temple - one last touch - and says he’ll see Ronan later. The exact verbiage is “in the streets”, which might be a joke from Maggie about how they’re no longer seeing each other in the sheets.

But he doesn’t burn Ronan right away. He dreams him a car and lets Ronan know that he’s still jealous over Gansey.

The car gets no reaction and Kavinsky escalates in his attempts to Ronan’s attention. I don’t know how Kavinsky convinces himself that kidnapping Matthew was a good idea. But I want to know if it was before or after he realized that Matthew is a dream thing. When Kavinsky kidnaps Matthew? I bet he didn’t even have to resort to force. Just “hey kid, I’m Ronan’s friend, wanna get a milkshake?”

And he’d take Matthew to get a milkshake and sit in the booth opposite him and drill him with questions. And come to realize that Ronan dreamed him. Now that Kavinsky is actually looking at Matthew, he sees the signs of a dream thing; knows Ronan’s dreams intimately enough to recognize his handiwork. Kavinsky lives with dream things that are so real that no one can tell the difference. And Ronan did a really shitty job making Matthew. The kid has zero personality. He’s essentially a mirror: if K mentions he likes something then Matthew starts talking about it and he copies body language and speech patterns. He wasn’t just made to like people, he was made to be liked. (This was based off the snippet of CDH that was released and I don’t know if later installments negate any of this).

So if Kavinsky hands him a pill and says “swallow this” then Matthew does it and that’s how Kavinsky gets him into the trunk. He literally just asked. It’s that easy because Matthew was made by a child who had extremely base desires...who is very bad at realism.

Kavinsky sends Ronan texts from both his own phone and Matthew’s phone. This is what got Ronan’s attention; he calls. He’s never called Kavinsky before in his life, has never even texted him back before. So this is huge.

It’s important to note here than Kavinsky has replaced real life people with dreams and that he has to practice to get good at making something(one). People are replaceable. Dreams even more so. Matthew is barely a person, he’s a bad creation, and he’s replaceable. This is the key factor; Mathew can be redreamed. If something happens to this Matthew - like an explosion, say - then Ronan can always dream a new, better one. Kavinsky can help him. The point being that this is not actually a high stakes move for Kavinsky. This is breaking Ronan’s toy with the intent of gaining Ronan‘a attention and promising to buy him a new one (a better one, even).

When Ronan threatens Kavinsky on the phone, it’s nothing. Ronan has threatened violence before and it’s only fair for Ronan to make the same threats Kavinsky did. The important, takeaway is that Ronan is coming to see Kavinsky.

At the Fourth of July party, Kavinsky makes an entrance. He wants Ronan to see that he’s fine without him, better in fact.

But Ronan brought Gansey. And Kavinsky cannot resist a jab at Gansey, whom he feels stole his other half. He tells Gansey that he hopes Ronan can’t get it up for him. Ronan attacks him, demanding his dream brother back.

Kavinsky says he doesn’t know. This may or may not be a lie. Kavinsky brings up their relationship again, because that’s what this is about. He says, again, “I can’t believe you left me.” When this doesn’t get through to Ronan, Kavinsky asks Ronan to dream with him.

Ronan does.

Kavinsky is being attacked but Ronan came. He flirts, using a line he’s used before.

And it doesn’t work.

Kavinsky is being attacked by the forest and he tells Ronan that sometimes you have to take what you want; asking again if Ronan wants him, telling him that Ronan doesn’t need to ask before he takes Kavinsky. Again, he bears his heart to Ronan. He’s saying that Ronan is all he has because Ronan is so irreversibly tied to dreaming, dreaming is the only thing there is. Kavinsky says that if Ronan stays in the relationship, they’ll have each other.

Ronan tells him that it’s not enough, that Kavinsky is not enough. Here, Kavinsky begs that it’s not because of Gansey, that Gansey isn’t better than him. And then it comes out that Ronan would rather have a straight man than Kavinsky. A straight man who isn’t a dreamer.

Ronan says that there’s more to life and Kavinsky says that it isn’t true. Ronan says cars, sex, and drugs but he’s also talking about dreaming and that’s how Kavinsky takes it. Everything and a large portion of the people in Kavinsky’s life are dreams. He has no reason to think he won’t be continually replacing people and objects with dream copies. This is his whole life, it’s all he has, he’s made it from nothing. And this is when Kavinsky realizes that Ronan really doesn’t feel the same and isn’t going to return his feelings.

Kavinsky loses the will to live because he’d hinged everything on Ronan. Without Ronan, Kavinsky didn’t want to live. The last little thing he had in his life that was an equal, snuffed out Kavinsky’s flame. So Kavinsky summons a creature that’s essentially his heartbreak; not just this one but every heartbreak and all of his self loathing. This creature hates Kavinsky as much as it hates the rest of the world because it’s Kavinsky’s feelings manifested.

Kavinsky has escalated again. Now he’s threatening to kill himself. He looks Ronan in the eye and asks Ronan to stop him.

Ronan brings back an albino night horror. It fights with Kavinsky’s fire dragon and both boys just watch it. This is so interesting because Ronan’s only reaction is to tell Kavinsky to stop feeling. Stop having feelings for me. Kavinsky says that he can’t. Again, the dragon and the night horror are manifestations of Kavinsky and Ronan’s feelings; they’re metaphors come to life.

Ronan is still focused on his brother, though. Kavinsky even tells him that he’s missing the point of all this, which was to sort through their feelings (or fight through them like the dragon and horror were doing). Ronan finds Matthew, mildly drugged but fine and about to free himself anyway. And Kavinsky finally sees that Ronan really doesn’t care. So he stays in the path of their monstrous, overwhelming feelings made real and ignores Ronan’s pleas for him to get down because he knows Ronan will say whatever he needs to get Kavinsky to do what he wants.

And Kavinsky dies in flame, death via broken heart.

#rovinsky #ronan lynch #joseph kavinsky #the raven cycle #trc #the dream thieves #long post #I wrote this based on memory #and I haven’t read the dreamer trilogy #except the first little snippet of call down the hawk #so maybe something else has happened #to make something wrong #Idk or c

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sun-flower-children · 4 years ago

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Sero Headcanons

Warning: drug use and kinda long

- he would definitely be the kind of person that when they realize they like you they would just admire from afar.

- he is insecure about the way he looks in comparison to his friends

- he feels like he is rather plan in this context and that he doesn’t really stand out.

- totally comes to terms that nothing will come out of this crush and doesn’t try to entertain it that much

- that becomes really hard when you become like best friends with Denki

- tries to treat you like any of his friends but finds himself remembering lil details about you

- fav things ( foods,drinks,songs,subjects,etc.), what you are objectively good at, how you act in class, homework habits, etc.

- Might randomly drop by and give snacks; mandarins, cut fruit, or even like random snacks he remembered that you said you liked from the convenience store.

- whenever hes smokes in his room and he thinks about you he is either chilling on the floor in the starfish position or cuddling his appointed cuddle pillow and pretend that its you.

- When he reaches his lows he really keeps it to himself and hides it really well ( will also find himself crying while he’s high thinking about how he’s just not wanted romantically )

- Denki obviously finds out bc Sero is his best bud

- does his level best to convince Sero that he can totally pull you

- tries to give advice but its Denki so takes it with a grain of salt because its Denki c’mon.

- It takes at least a month to convince this poor tape boi that he should confess to you.

- his confession was at like 3 am in the walmart-equivalent-in-japan’s parking lot with snacks.

- probably a little high and you would be too ( if you smoke ) and really just vibing in the empty parking lot blasting music whatnot

- he pulls up a slow dance song on his phone and motions you to come over.

- hugs you and brings you really close resting his head on your head/shoulder/chest ( depending on you height ) and just gently sways while the song plays.

- skinship w hanta wouldn’t be weird at this point in yall’s friendship

- when the song ends he just tells you plainly

“ y/n i like you, like, really like you. as in I wanna take you on dates and kiss you and hold your hands when he walk to class. idk i have liked you for so long that it would hurt if we aren’t friends anymore but its hurts even more not being able to tell you.”

- he stops swaying and just looks you dead in the eyes with such a painful look , bc hes waiting for rejection, but also like lovingly bc hes looking at his favorite person on this planet.

- but bc hes such a caring person, genuine kindness, also like chill low-key crackhead energy but observant and just just a great guy.

“ jeez hanta you almost gave me a heart attack.”

laughing he pulls away from the hug confused like ‘ my feelings? don't matter ?? not important??’

- hold his face in you hands and kiss his cheek

“ dont worry hanta i like you too”

- he might be on the verge of tears, but they are happy and relief tears.

- will totally hug you again and spin you in a circle

- this man might be lanky but damn is he stronkkk

- while yall’s is dating he is basically your like best friend but with chill pda and private romantic times.

- he smells like oranges and this one cologne he uses to hide the smell of weed.

- his cologne would definitely be the freshwater cologne :)))))

- he will totally do skincare with you

- he doesn't have the best skin but he hides most of it with his bangs + mullet, but doing yalls skincare together totally helps his self confidence

- even gets to the point where he reminds you to do it.

- helpful lil reminders throughout the day

“dont pick your acne, you’ll complain about it later.”

“hey you did your science assignment right?”

“you ate lunch right? if you didn’t imma beat your ass.”

“come workout w me so its less awkward.”

-10/10 helpful man

- would probably help you when your sick/exhausted by just bringing you things and leaving you to rest by yourself.

- lil kisses throughout the day; on your forehead, shoulder, back of your neck, back of your hand, etc.

( i will be adding more tmmrw so stay tuned )

MASTERLIST

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x female reader #bnha x gn!reader #mha x male reader #mha x female reader #mnha x gn reader #x male reader #x female reader #bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #sero hanta #sero x reader #sero x male reader #sero x gn!reader #sero headcanons

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tinyboxxtink · 4 years ago

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"...So I Married A Monster" *Chapter 7*

Chapter 6

Chapter 8

Yeah I know, that last chapter was....brutal.

And I have some bad news my babies....I work non-stop the next three days, so maybe no new chapter until Monday.

But I gave you this one with a little floof, to make up for that horrible angsty chapter. But also, it's kind of short.

Worse news....it ends on a cliffhanger.

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Back At Your House

You woke up in your bed, covered in towels and one of Kylie’s pull ups taped under your underwear, along with a million other different cloths/toilet paper.

“What the fuck…?” You tried to move but realized the towels you were surrounded with were mostly covered in blood. You quickly began to panic as the more you woke up the more the pain was coming back. You tried to think of the last thing you remembered before blacking out. Billy had been pumping in and out of your ass, you were in torturous pain, and then he called-- Oh god.

You began scrambling around the bed with your arms under the sheets and comforter, looking for your phone. You could hear the shower running and Billy humming from the bathroom. He was getting off on this, the sick fuck. You couldn’t believe you had been so blind to his psychosis before this. Love is blind sure, but what the fuck?!

Finally you found your phone on the charger, but it was on your vanity across the room. You dragged yourself across the bed and leaned over the bed as far as you could, reaching for the vanity desperately.

You fell helplessly off the foot of the bed, whimpering and crying from the pain in your rectum. You were pretty sure you were still bleeding, but Billy had shoved so much toilet paper and towels up there you probably couldn’t even shit right now. Maybe for a long time.

You weakly pulled on the cord so it made the phone fall off the vanity and land in your hands. You saw you had 30 missed calls, all from Rafael. Oh thank god, he still cared about you. Worried about you.

You hit REDIAL and waited for him to answer. You looked up to the sky and started praying for him to answer before Billy got out of the shower. Finally after what felt like hours, you heard his voice. It was frantic and terrifying, he sounded like he had been crying for a long while.

“What now, Lewis? I swear to God if you FUCKING--”

“R-Rafa?” Your small, weak voice in response made him almost drop the phone in relief.

“Y/N?” He almost choked.

“Mi amor? Are you okay? Where are you? Where’s Lewis?” He rattled off the millions of questions that had ran through his mind since Billy had hung up on him. Hearing him call you amor made your whole world brighten, you wanted to weep in happiness.

“I’m--” You looked down at yourself. You were literally wearing a diaper.

“I’m outside,” He responded before you could say anything else.

“What?” You breathed deeply, pulling yourself up and limping towards your bedroom window. You could see Rafael’s car a few houses down, with the lights off.

“What are you doing?!” You hissed into the phone, glancing fearfully at the bathroom door. “You can’t be here!”

“You can’t stay here baby, you need medical help,” He said into the phone, staring at your silhouette through your window now.

“I-I can’t leave the girls,” You twirled your hair nervously.

“Baby if you’re dead you can’t help them at all!” Rafael reasoned.

Well, he did have a point. You checked the phone for the time: 11:30 pm. You had been out for hours. The girls were probably asleep, you didn’t know how much longer Billy would be in the shower.

“Look he won’t hurt them, right? You said that?” Rafael asked, knocking you back to reality.

“Raff after tonight I don’t know what he’s capable of,” You tried not to start crying again. You knew how upset he already was, if he heard you cry you knew it would send him off the edge again.

“God dammit!” You could hear him pull the phone away and violently hit the passenger's seat several times as the image of your bloody body being rammed by Lewis reverberated in his brain images.

“Rafael, calm down. Please,” You pleaded with him. “I-I don’t even know if I can make it outside,”

“Fuck,” You heard him mutter. “Then I’m coming in,”

“Rafael, don’t. Please--” But it was too late, he had already hung up. You closed your eyes and waited for the boom. You listened intently as the shower continued to run, then you heard your door open, footsteps come running down the hall.

Finally you saw him, Rafael. He scooped you up before you could say anything, grabbed some of your clean clothes out of your drawers and before you knew it you were sitting in the passenger's seat of his car, and he was speeding away from your house.

“Carino…” You felt his hand on the back of your head, rubbing your hair lovingly. “God I’m so so sorry,”

“It’s not your fault,” You shook your head weakly, closing your eyes and enjoying the sensation of his skin on yours again. Even if it was just your hair.

You could smell his cologne wafting from his wrist and you placed a hand on his knee, turning your head to face him. He glanced over at you, giving you a sad smile. He put his free hand on your hand that was on his knee, then when he thought you were far enough away he pulled over to the side of the road.

“Wha---?” You looked around confused as he unbuckled his seatbelt. He unbuckled yours and then pulled you from your seat, over the gear stick into his lap.

“Rafa, what are you doing?” You cocked your head to the side like a confused puppy dog as he stroked your hair. Instead of answering your question, he pulled you into a deep, slow kiss. The complete opposite of what you had been through tonight.

“I just...I’ve wanted to do this since you left my office. Since I saw you with that gun pushed into your back. Since I saw you…” He started to cry so he looked down in shame.

You put one hand on his cheek and wiped the tears with your thumb. He put his hand over the hand on his cheek and kissed in between your thumb and first finger. You pressed your forehead against his while he tried to compose himself, then you just laid your head on his shoulder. He started to stroke your hair once more and just held you like that, basking in each other’s safeness and warmth.

“I love you,” He whispered while still holding onto you, tears still apparent in his voice. “I love you so much Y/N, I’m sorry. I will never let you out of my sight ever again,”

“I’m sorry,” You whispered into his shoulder. “I should’ve listened to you,”

“Hey,” He picked your head up and made you face him. “No, you do not apologize for ANYTHING, okay? This isn’t your fault,”

“Isn’t it?” You bit your lip while trying not to cry yourself. “I married the man, Rafael! I had kids with him, I--I would have stayed married to him if he hadn’t left!”

“But you didn’t know....” He comforted you.

“No but I should have,” You shook your head in shame at yourself.

“How could you have known that he--”

“Because my dad was like him, Rafael,” You finally admitted. You hadn’t told anyone that, not even Billy.

“....What?” You looked at him in shock, trying to make sure you heard him correctly.

“My dad, he--” You looked down at your lap in shame. “He used to beat the shit out of me and my mom,”

“....Me too,” Rafael finally admitted his own shame after a long pause.

“What?” You blinked several times. “Seriously?”

“Mmmhmm,” He nodded sadly. “Well you know when he was sober enough to hit. Sometimes he just wouldn’t come home at all. For hours, days. Finally never,”

“Oh, Raffi….” You gave a sympathetic look. “If it makes you feel any better, my dad drank himself to death,”

“How would that make me feel better?” Rafael raised an eyebrow at you.

“I don’t know, I was trying to say something comforting. I suck at it. I shouldn’t be a mother,” You shook your head.

“Hey now,” He put a hand to your cheek again. “You seem like a great mother,”

“Oh yeah, mom of the year,” You rolled your eyes. “I just left my kids with their psychopath father,”

“Hey, I kidnapped you,” He teased.

“Yeah you did--” You stopped smiling when the thought hit you like a train. “Oh fuck,”

“What?” Rafael furrowed his eyebrows.

“If I know Billy, once he realizes I’m gone and who I’m with, he’s going to claim you kidnapped me or something,” Your own eyebrows furrowed as you started going over worst case scenarios.

“But that’s absurd,” He shook his head. “Clearly I didn’t…”

“I mean you kind of did,” You shrugged.

“But you wanted to come!” He defended.

“You think he’s gonna word it that way?” You gave him a look.

“Well if they come after us then I’ll just clarify that--” Rafael kept reasoning with you.

“Then he’ll say that I just abandoned them,” You made another excuse.

“You left them with their dad--” Rafael was determined to make you see logic.

“He’s going to come after us Rafael!!”

“Okay, baby-- you’re spiraling,” He took both of your hands. “Inhalar, exhalar,” [pronounced

In-hall-ay, ex-hall-ay]

You took several inhales and exhales, long and deep.

“I just--” You breathed again. “I know this is going to end badly,”

“Not as badly as it could have,” Rafael pointed out. “Are you sure you’re okay? Do we need to go to the hospital or something?”

“...I...I don’t know,” You sheepishly admitted. “I haven’t had the courage to check,”

“What?!” Rafael cried, picking you up and standing up out of the car and opening the back door, laying you across the backseat.

“Baby these are fine leather seats! You’ll never get the blood out if you--” You tried to object but Rafael was already peeling off your “diaper”. He became more and more angry at the haphazard way Lewis had just patched you up so that he could shower. When he unraveled the mountains of toilet paper wrapped around your waist, he could see you were “Stopped up” by a bunch of cotton balls and tampons. And you were very clearly still bleeding. The sight made him sick.

“Fuck…” He whispered as he threw the “bandages” back on you, then went to get something from his trunk. He came back with an old t-shirt and wrapped it around your waist and butt area tightly.

“We have to stop this bleeding baby,” he began to panic again. “I-I don’t even know how you’re conscious right now, you must have lost a lot of--” He stopped talking when he realized you were in fact, unconscious now. All of those shitty bandages as shitty as they were, had been keeping your blood and and now it was freely pouring out of you and out of the car.

“Fuck…” He muttered as he slammed the door and got in the driver’s seat, starting his car again and speeding towards the hospital. Well, it would sure be a hell of a lot harder to explain he DIDN’T kidnap you now, if you weren’t awake to verify it.

He sped as fast as he could to the hospital, dialing Liv’s number as he drove. “Liv, get the squad to the hospital,” He instructed her.

“And we need a police detail at this address, but you have got to be discreet, I don’t want him going off the rails,”

As soon as they got to the hospital, Rafael jumped out and started yelling to EMT’s and nurses standing outside the emergency room to help him with you. They grabbed a gurney and helped Rafael put you on it, rolling you inside as you were immediately hooked up to things and had a team swarming you.

“How much blood has she lost?” A nurse asked him as she pushed him back away from you so the doctors could work.

“I...I don’t know,” He answered warily as he tried looking over her to see how you were.

“What blood type is she?” She moved him to face her.

“I don’t know…” He rubbed his hand across the back of his head, but it was covered in your blood. It made him panic more.

“Do you know anything, sir?” The nursed asked in an annoyed tone.

“Yes,” He was now glaring angrily. “I know she was brutally raped, and I’m pretty sure he tore her,”

“....He?” She eyed him up and down, seeing him covered in your blood.

“Oh come on,” Rafael exhaled with a sarcastic laugh. “You don’t think if I did this to her I would bring her in myself?”

“I don’t know you sir, I don’t know what you would or would not do--”

“No I did NOT do this to her--” He started to tell her she was nuts, when he heard the last voice in the world he wanted to hear.

“THERE HE IS!!!!” He turned to see Lewis walking in with Jersey PD, pointing directly at him.

“THAT’S THE MAN WHO RAPED AND KIDNAPPED MY WIFE!!!!!!!!”

….Well, fuck.

#rafael barba #rafael barba x you #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba imagine #rafael barba angst #william lewis x you smut #william lewis imagine #william lewis angst #william lewis fanfiction #william lewis x reader #william lewis x you #william lewis #so i married a monster #law and order svu

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ramen-rambles · 5 years ago

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Bottom Bitch

Kinktober Day 1: Sex Toys

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Warnings: 18+, tw: drugs, weed/marijuana, sex toys (double edged dildo, vibrator), scissoring, anal, rimming, spit play

Word Count: 3.2K

Summary: Quarantine fucking sucks. And unfortunately, your boyfriend’s birthday just so happened to be in right in the middle of this pandemic. With the end of the world seemingly drawing near, you suggest to do something you two have never done before. Who knew that Oikawa would turn into such a needy bitch when he was high?

A/N: Ahahahaha I’m sorry I haven’t written anything since February LOL. And also, I’m sorry for randomly disappearing for literal months. Uh, please accept this as an apology… I feel like I’ve been a little rusty but I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy Kinktober!

♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。.

Today was July 20th! Which means that it was Oikawa’s birthday.

Every year, you and your boyfriend usually did what every couple did to celebrate. A cute date, a nice dinner, a rough fucking — you know, the works. But this year you two ran into a bit of a problem. Unfortunately, due to the mandated self quarantine orders, you couldn’t really do that. But you still wanted to make the most of the situation.

Just before all the non-essential shops temporarily closed, you were able to make a stop at your local dispensary. You figured that since it seemed like the end of the world was drawing ever near, why not indulge yourselves in some of mother nature’s best gifts?

The hardest part of this whole thing wasn’t even the fact that you were stuck inside for Oikawa’s special day, no, the hard part was going to be convincing him to get high with you. He knew that you smoked. For fuck’s sake, all of his friends did too. During your high school days, the Seijoh third years were notorious for blazing it up (Matsukawa and Hanamaki, especially). Even as adults, there were times when you would all find some free time just to have a relaxing smoke sesh and catch up on each other’s lives. As they say, old habits die hard.

So, you wanting to get stoned was no surprise to him. He, on the other hand, was not an avid participant.

Currently, the two of you were laying down in bed, watching whatever was on television, not that you two were really paying attention. Your mind was more occupied on how exactly you were supposed to bring up this little idea of yours. Getting Oikawa to agree to anything was hard enough as it is, let alone something that seemed so out of his comfort zone.

“Hey, happy birthday again, Shittykawa. I love you so much, you know that?” You said, looking at him lovingly and nudging him on his side, placing a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Who are you, Iwa-chan?” He scoffed. “But I love you too, baby. And you know you’ve greeted me almost a million times today, right?”, eagerly returning your gesture.

“I can’t help it! I’m sorry that our usual birthday plans got ruined because of this stupid quarantine. I wish I could make it up to you.” You pouted, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“I have a couple of ideas that would more than make up for it,” he teased, grabbing your ass before giving it a loud smack, “but have you got anything in mind, princess?”

“I actually have something in mind that I really wanted to do with you…”

“Oh? And what could that be? You going to let me eat that cake of yours?” He said, sitting up on his elbow, with a shit-eating smirk plastered all over that pretty face of his.

“Well… I was actually hoping that we could get high today… You know, since it seems like the world is ending and all.” You said, nervously scratching the back of your head. “I thought it would be fun to celebrate your birthday in a way we’ve never done before!”

You sounded doubtful. You had a feeling that he was going to refuse, but his answer came as a surprise.

“Okay, deal.”

Did you hear that right? Did he just agree with you? Did your stubborn boyfriend say yes, with absolutely no hesitation?

“R-really!? Wow, I didn’t expect you to be so on board with it! I thought I was going to have to convince you way more.” You cheered, hands wrapping him in a tight embrace.

“Whatever, it’s not like we can go anywhere anyways. Might as well go wild!” He said with a smug smirk on his face.

You excitedly hopped off the bed and ran towards your closet, grabbing the goodies you bought. You had bought quite a few products — some edibles, a couple prerolls, and a brand new wax pen.

“Jesus christ, how much shit did you buy? You must have spent a fortune.”

“Money is no object when it comes to you, Tooru. Also, you don’t really do this kind of thing, so I just wanted us to have some options. In all honesty, I didn’t even think you’d say yes to doing this.”

“Well, let’s get this party started, princess.”

You smiled eagerly and laid out all the products in front of him, “So, what do you want to try first? Birthday boy gets to choose.”

He immediately went for the wax pen, taking a long drag and inhaling the smoke, making sure to keep it in his lungs for a bit before grabbing the back of your head, and forcing your lips to part open before he exhales the smoke into your mouth, as if he was an expert at it. For someone who didn’t do this often, he sure as hell didn’t look like it.

“Someone seems a bit excited, huh?” You teased, before crashing your lips together in a heated spit swapping session.

You made your way on top of him, mouth never leaving his, running out of breath as he starts sucking on your tongue, drool spilling out the side of your mouth as it dribbles down onto his face.

“Fuck. You nasty bitch, you just spit all over my fucking face.”

“Oh, shut up,” you breathed, “you act like you practically weren’t drinking out of my mouth just a second ago.”

The both of you consistently took turns taking hits off the pen. Inhaling and exhaling the delicious smoke as if your lives depended on it.

The two of you started feeling the effects of the drugs get to your head. Lightheaded. Spinning. Intoxicating. But it wasn’t enough. You wanted to feel more. No, you needed to feel more.

You went for the edible and shoved the cookie into your mouth, leaving half of it hanging out. You fed Oikawa the rest of it. He took it willingly, watching a shiver go down his spine as he shuddered from the bitter taste go down his throat when he swallowed. “That tastes like shit. How the fuck do you eat this crap so often?” You let out a small giggle, admiring how cute his inexperience was. “Oh calm down, it shouldn’t take long for you to start feeling it kick in.”

“So, c’mon birthday boy, let me take care of you.”

You started kissing over his jawline, licking and letting your teeth bite down on the soft skin of his neck. You nuzzled your face closer, leaving marks and bruises painted all over him.

You continued straddling his waist, your clothed cunt rubbing ever so slowly against his growing erection. Teasing, dragging out the sensation of his cock throbbing over your slit, feeling yourself get more and more drenched with desire. “Are you doing okay, Tooru?”

“I feel so fucking good. You make me feel so fucking good.” Hearing him sound so desperate and needy caused your cunt to clench. “F-fuck, can you suck my cock, princess? Can you do that for me, please?” You had never really seen this side of him before, but the tables were turning and you were more than willing to give him what he wanted.

You pulled his shirt up, making your way down his torso, licking and kissing all over his toned abs, sucking on his sensitive little nipples. You slipped your hands under the waistband of his underwear, stroking his hardened cock. You quickly rid him of all his remaining clothes. You followed suit. Now, with the both of you completely naked, the fun was just about to start.

Gently, you licked a stripe along his head paying close attention to the prominent veins that adorned his massive length. His cock was already dripping, the head beading with his precum. Spitting on your palm, you languidly stroked him, watching his toes curl and a small moan slip out of his mouth. You looked up at him and his eyes were screwed shut, he used his free hand to find purchase on the back of your head. Fisiting your hair, he moved it to the side to make sure he got a good look at how well you sucked his cock. He pushed you further down his length, causing you to gag as he hit the back of your throat.

You could tell he was close, but just before he could finish, you pulled away. “Shit. Fuck. W-why’d you stop?”

Aw. He sounded so disheartened.

“Get on your hands and knees, baby. I want to try something new.” You said with a devilish grin on your face. He looked hesitant at first but his head was spinning so much that he just did it with no resistance.

You roughly pulled his ass up in the air, your small hands spreading his cheeks apart, exposing his tight, puckered asshole. You let your spit pool in your mouth, teasingly letting it string in between your lips before allowing it to drip over his ass. You circled the pad of your tongue around his rim, prodding it slowly in and out of his tightness. Continuing your assault, you sneaked your hand in between his thighs, stroking his cock every time you pressed inside of him. Oikawa’s hands were fisted into the sheets and his face looked hot to the touch, a red tint glazing all over his body.

You bit down on your bottom lip, and rubbed your thighs together at the ideas that were brewing in your mind. You reached underneath your bed and grabbed your box full of sex toys, pulling out lube, two vibrators and a thick, purple, double edged dildo. The look of Oikawa getting off to having his ass ate made your cunt pulsate with lust, and so the mere thought of him having him stuffed with a toy had your head fucking spinning. You wanted nothing more than to make a wreck out of his pretty little ass.

Oikawa was still face down on the bed. His mouth was hanging open, panting heavily as he tried to control his breathing. He was so blissed out, his head seemed to be somewhere in the clouds.

“Tooru, hey, are you okay? Lie down for me.” You squished his face in between your fingers to get his attention. When he finally turned to you, you could tell he was high beyond belief. “Mhm. Just feeling weird. It feels like the room is both spinning and still at the same time.” He huffed, moving onto his back, resting against the soft satin sheets. You giggled at how he turned into such a needy little boy, practically begging to be fucked into absolute senselessness.

“Look at me, baby.” You brought one end of the dildo up to your mouth, slowly sucking it off as if it was Oikawa’s cock fucking your mouth instead. He could feel his dick twitch at the sight in front of him, his asshole involuntary clenching thinking about how it might feel to have it inside him. Inching closer to him, you held the dildo in between the two of you and guided the other end of the toy up to his lips. Parting them slowly, he began copying the same movements that you were doing on the other side. Pulling away momentarily, “Shit. You look so fucking hot when you suck cock, baby” you say, letting your free hand roam down to his hardened nipples, pinching and tweaking them, illiciting small moans to escape his lips while he choked on the toy in his mouth.

“As much as I love seeing you suck on that pretty toy, I know a place to put it that’ll make you feel real fucking good.” Taking the dildo out of his mouth, you slide yourself down towards his lower half, spreading his thighs apart to see his hole that glistened with your spit, and his cock that oozed precum. You pressed wet kisses along his length, tongue stroking his balls, allowing yourself to slither over his perineum, causing him to writhe underneath your touch. You brought your fingers up to his mouth, collecting saliva around your digits before gently pressing them against his tight hole, slowly inching them deeper and deeper inside of him.

He winced at the intrusion, making his face contort in pain. But surely, that burning sensation of you prodding your slim fingers inside his tight hole began morphing into a euphoric pleasure. He let out a small moan, bringing his fingers up to his lips and biting down on them to suppress the noises that were coming out of his mouth. You paused what you were doing to him to look up and whispered “Aw, c’mon baby, don’t be like that. I want to hear all those pretty noises you’re making while you act like such a little whore.”

“So be louder for me, sweetheart” you snickered sinisterly as you continued your ministrations on his overly sensitive hole.

If you weren’t high earlier, then you definitely were now. The effects of the marijuana elevating your sense of reality as the two of you drift into a state of pure fucking bliss.

You started feeling more impatient, more needy. You needed to get off and you need it now. And Oikawa felt just the same. The look on his face was confirmation of that. Panting heavily, drool escaping the side of his mouth, and wet tears decorating his red cheeks — he looked like he was about to cum without even trying.

With no delay, you grabbed the dildo and the lube from the side of the bed and began to slather the cold fluid over both ends of the toy. You positioned yourself in front of him, placing one end up to his tight rim while you lined the other side against your dripping wet pussy. You hadn’t even realized how wet you had become because you were so focused on Oikawa — you didn’t notice that your cunt was practically leaking all over you.

“Haaah. Look at you, baby. Your pussy is begging to be stuffed. So wet for me. So fucking b-beautiful.” Oikawa shuddered, his speech slurred as he was still utterly fucked out because of your incessant teasing from earlier. His words caused your cunt to clench, your eyes closed as you shakingly breathed out, “Please, T-tooru…”

You started to ease the toy inside of Oikawa — slowly but steadily sliding the thick purple dildo into his stretched out hole. He flinched as you finally got half of the toy into his ass, letting out a sinful moan as the head involuntarily hit against his prostate. “Ah, f-fuck! That felt so fucking good. Baby, please…”

His eagerness sparked a flame within you, and so you hurried to shove the rest of the toy inside of your own hole. You let out a sigh of relief as your pussy was finally getting some much needed attention, after being neglected for so long as you focused on pleasing your boyfriend.

You started to move slowly, rocking back and forth against each other as the two of you got used to the sheer size of the toy that connected the both of you. To help ease the pain, you grabbed one of the vibrators, held it up to Oikawa and said, “Here you go, baby. Put it against your cock and show me how you make yourself feel good.”

He took the vibrator from your hand and followed your instructions like a good boy, letting out a loud whimper as the strong vibrations on his cock made his head spin. As he let his sense of control run loose, he started rutting faster against you as you placed your own vibrator on your sensitive clit. This caused the toy to simultaneously hit your g-spot and Oikawa’s prostate, and so the two of you both let out a loud moan together.

“F-FUCK! Tooru — shit. That feels so fucking good! Go faster, I need it so bad. C’mon baby, please, I need you to make me cum!” You panted, circling the vibrator faster against your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the orgasm that you craved so much.

“Oh fuuuuck, princess.” Oikawa moaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he ditched the vibrator and tightly wrapped his hand around himself so he could fist-fuck his weeping cock.

A collective string of “shit” and “oh fuck” escaping your mouths as the two of you rutted against each other faster and faster, the dildo pounding in and out of your tight holes — each thrust causing the tip of the toy to slam against both of your sweet spots at the same time.

“Fuuuuuuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” Oikawa groaned as he stroked his cock one final time before he came hard all over himself, his chest painted white as his cum came out in hot spurts.

Seeing your boyfriend’s blissed out face was the final push you needed to set yourself over the edge. Your cunt clenched down on the toy as you came with a loud whine, your juices squirting out of your glistening pussy — making a slick mess all over your thighs and on Oikawa’s lower half.

You were so spent that the whole world felt still, the both of you trying to catch your breath and recover from one of the most intense orgasms you two had ever had.

As you came down from your highs, you slowly pulled the dildo out of your abused cunt and Oikawa’s gaped asshole, lazily leaving the toys on a mess of sheets.

With what little ounce of strength you had left, you got on your knees and crawled up next to your boyfriend. After grabbing a tissue and gently cleaning up the mess you two had made together, you placed gentle kisses along his shoulders and collarbone, wrapping yourself up in his embrace.

Now, whether it was the drugs or the intensity of his orgasm, Oikawa looked like he was about to pass out. And honestly, you felt like you were about to knock out too. Not that you could really blame him.

“Hey, wake up, sleepyhead.” You whispered quietly, gently poking Oikawa on the cheek to nudge him awake. You might have been used to handling your high, but Oikawa was still inexperienced when it came to these kinds of things.

“Did you have a good birthday this year?” You asked him, as if you didn’t already know what he was going to say.

“Hi, baby~ Of course I did! I feel so goooood right now! Best birthday everrrr!” He said sheepishly, a tiny grin spreading across his face as he let out a breathy chuckle.

You decided not to question him anymore, knowing he was too far gone to answer anything coherently.

“I love you so much, Tooru. Happy birthday.” You whispered to him before the two of you began dozing off into dreamland.

♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。.

#also i write for haikyuu now LOL #haikyuu!!#hq #hq smut #haikyuu smut #oikawa x y/n #oikawa imagine #oikawa tooru #oikawa smut #haikyuu x reader #kinktober 2020 #NOT ME POSTING THIS WITH 14 MINUTES LEFT ON OCTOBER 1ST HDBSHJCB #very sorry #tw: drugs #tw: weed

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genderfluid-insomniac · 4 years ago

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"You're Mine." ~ Hawks x reader x Gojo x Dazai

words: 2.6k

This is just pure self-indulgence

Sitting on the steps of your house you scroll through your phone bored on a Saturday afternoon and looked up occasionally at the birds or chipmunks passing through the grass. You had just gotten out of classes yesterday and were taking the day to relax, winding down through social media or hobbies. Some of the favorite anime’s had updated and you had already binged them, now facing the consequences of being a binge-watcher.

Leaning your head up to the sky you close your eyes and let the sun warm your face, enjoying the warm spring day. You feel something tickle your nose and brush your face, the object in question being soft and light.

Opening your eyes, you see a red feather brushing your face and are put into shock a bit but brush it off as a coincidence with the winged character in the recent episode you watched. You laughed and put your phone down to grab the feather, touching lightly admiring how soft it was. “Be careful with that feather, kid.” A masculine voice laughed behind you, whipping around to see none other than Hawks or Keigo Takami.

“W-what? How are you here?!” staring at him with a slightly panicked look. It’s not that you didn’t want him here, it was an amazing mystery, but you really didn’t want him to know how much you actually liked him. “I don’t think that matters because you here, I’m here and I finally get to see my baby bird~” He rasped while lifting you up and wrapping an arm around your waist, hugging you tightly.

You heard him sign contently and pull away to stare into your eyes, closing the gap between you, and stopped before whispering, “Can I?” Nodding you kissed him back and put your arms around his neck, being careful of his wings. Feeling them flutter slightly, some of the longer feathers brushing against you because of the wind.

The kiss was soft and loving, adoring every second of it knowing this could be fake. You both broke for air and you hugged him once more, burying your face into his neck and murmuring how this couldn’t possibly be real and you had to wake up now.

“This is real and I promise I’m not a hallucination. I cannot believe I can finally hold you in my arms, be able to actually speak to you, kiss you, love you, gaze at you, and fuck you.” Keigo whispered the last part, placing small kisses all over your face and smirking as he saw your face light up from his comment.

Furiously blushing, you look at his face again, his blonde wavy hair, the crimson wings seemingly as tall as you, the black birthmarks around his golden eyes, to the warmth of his hands cupping your face.

The both of you lovingly staring at each other and smiling like no tomorrow. But of course, that was interrupted but not by who you expected it to be. “Hey! I see you found Ashe, thanks for waiting for me.” Gojo said walking up to the both of you smirking and staring right at you through his black sunglasses, not even bothering to acknowledge Keigo.

The tall white-haired man strolled up to you guys and intertwined your hands with his, using the other hand to take off his glasses revealing his stunning blue eyes. “How are you doing, sweetheart?” If your face could get redder it was because of how flustered you were with both of your crushes flirting with you (not even remembering your kiss with Keigo for fear of shutting down out of embarrassment).

“Hey bud, I think you’re mistaken because we were in the middle of something. Back off.” The winged man said, tightening his grasp on your waist possessively and glaring at Gojo.

“I don’t think they would mind, seeing as they like me as well.” Gojo teased back to Keigo, winking at you not so subtly, “Gojo, I hate to tell you but you’re wrong because I know I can make them blush harder than you.

After all, I did just steal a kiss from them and I know my baby bird loved every second of it, isn’t that right Ashe?” Stuttering your cheeks flushed brightly as you went to hide your face in Keigo’s chest, completely speechless because of what he had said.

Feeling Hawks’ chest vibrate as he laughed at your reaction, suddenly sweeping you up in his arms and hovering off the ground as his wings curled around you both. “Just try and keep up with me, pretty boy~,” He said as Keigo shot up into the sky, leaving Gojo on the ground.

“Now I have you all to myself~ My beautiful hummingbird.” The blonde said holding against his chest, nuzzling his face into your neck as you held onto him for dear life. You know that he would never drop you but there’s still that fear instilled in you.

You gasped as Keigo kissed your neck and tried to find your sweet spot, nibling certain areas then licking them to soothe the slight pain it gave you. He moved to your earlobe, tugging with his teeth, and sucked it, humming as his breath fanned your face.

He pulled back with your lobe still in between his teeth and smirked. Keigo narrowed his eyes as he continued to suck on it and hum pleasantly. Letting go of it to kiss you passionately, moaning into the kiss as you return it and close your eyes.

You feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip, asking for permission in and you gladly open your mouth. Signing contently as his tongue roamed your mouth claiming every inch of it, caressing your tongue, and moaning as you both continue.

After a couple of seconds, you both break apart for air, desperately panting for air while Keigo seems less tired than you. Leaning your head on his chest as he rests his head on top of yours humming a soft song as you both fly in and out of the clouds.

“I couldn’t ask for anything more than this. I love you so much, dove. The way you smile, always giving me another reason to see it again. How easy it is to fluster you with just my words, seeing those cheeks bloom red whenever I tease you,” Of course you had blushed at that comment being completely true and you could never deny it.

You were always weak to teasing and being flustered and with Keigo of all people doing it didn’t help your case at all. “I can’t believe I’m actually here with you, Keigo. It seems too good to be real but I hope this never ends. I love you so much.” He smiled and leaned down, nuzzling your noses together,

“I love you too, baby bird. So much-” He was cut short by a popping sound and you being lifted out of his arms, into Gojo who had apparently warped to catch up to you guys.

“I wanted to be respectful and let the both of you finish your moment but I couldn’t wait any longer. Now they’re mine, birdy.” Not even giving Keigo a chance to respond only hearing a “shit!” from him as you and Gojo quickly went back down to the ground somewhere.

By now, you couldn’t even keep track of where you were but hoped you didn’t die now because that would suck. Once you felt your feet touch the ground, you pried your hands off of his neck that you had been clutching in all the panic. Your apology being brushed off by Gojo as he walked you two further down the alleyway with him just staring ahead.

“Finally have some alone time with you without someone interrupting. So,” You were suddenly pulled to his chest as Gojo went to sit down on a nearby box, your hands landing on his chest to stabilize yourself as you straddled him.

“I’m not letting you go anytime soon, baby. You’re mine~” he said as his hand lifted your chin and captured your lips softly, putting his hand around your waist to get you closer. Gojos’ hand moved from your chin to your neck as you both passionately kissed each other and softly moaned as you both continued. Until the very last moment, you broke for air as he smirked gazing at your pink cheeks, slightly open mouth inhaling air and half-lidded eyes.

Leaning down to kiss your neck, sucking parts as you react gasping as he licked a line up your neck and kissed your jaw. Doing this all while you could see him staring at you from his lowered sunglasses, teasingly staring at you as he got you all hot and bothered. You let a moan slip as you felt him brush your ass, squeezing it as he went to your thighs and rubbed them, going up and down.

Occasionally, squeezing parts and laughing while he was still kissing your neck at the small noises you let out. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear your pretty little voice~” He purred as he locked his eyes on yours, smirking and relentlessly kissing and biting along your neck. Gojo stopped but continued to rub your thighs, kissing you as his hands wandered further up and reached your clothed clit.

Causing you to moan loudly into his mouth as he softly rubbed his fingers up and down the fabric separating him from your skin. “I can’t wait to hear you screaming your name in pleasure for me-,” Hearing a clash and seeing black smoke fill the air and hearing Gojo hiss, you were pulled away from your crush yet again and backing into someone’s chest.

You were quickly pulled out of the area, coughing as you ran from the alley you were once in. At this point, you were too aroused to care and a bit annoyed at people stealing you away just when things got heated. Finally being able to see your ‘kidnapper’ and it being none other than Dazai. Smiling back at you as both ran, “Knew he would be there, just a matter of time and patience until I finally had you in my arms.”

Laughing he kept running with you helplessly following him and jumping over any debris that you would run into, looking ahead to see an abandoned building. You both rushed inside, stopping to catch your breath when you look around to see where you are and scan the area around you. The dark interior of the warehouse was covered in broken glass and scattered boxes, some sunlight was peaking in through the uncovered window.

You walk around the building, studying all the boarded-up windows and boxes full of old junk, and heard Dazai following you. Seeing him next to you in your peripheral vision eyeing you as you explored the building, remaining silent until you reached an iron support beam and ran your hand over some carvings in the metal. You heard a hum behind you and slowly backed into the beam as Dazai crept towards you.

“Well, we’re alone in here and I have you all to myself. Now~” The brunette said as he kissed you, grasping your cheek as he pushed his body against yours. Letting out a small noise in surprise but returning it immediately and closing your eyes letting Dazai lead.

You bit his lip and moaned as he growled in response, running his hands down your figure and resting at your hands, intertwining them. He licked your bottom lip and you gave him access, dancing his tongue over yours and moving it around your mouth.

You felt his hands raise yours and pin your wrists with one hand above your head, breaking the kiss and narrowing his eyes at you in lust. Tilting his head and placed a string of kisses from your jaw to your collar bones, trailing his hand down your back reaching your ass, and squeezing it causing you to involuntary push your body against his.

“Just like that, darling. Show me what you got~” You nodded with half-lidded eyes filled with lust as he looked you up and down seductively. Murmuring how long he had waited for this moment and kissing your neck, stretching your clasped hands despair to grab on to something.

Your breathing became ragged as you became aware of how turned on you were getting as Dazai found your sweet spot and abused it with kisses, biting it and sucking it. There were going to be hickeys all over your neck the next day from what these men had done to you but you weren’t complaining.

Loud moans left your mouth as he licked and kissed the places where he had bit, coming back up to kiss you once more, moaning into the kiss and your eyes fluttered closed once again. You felt a gust of wind pass you as you broke the kiss to look at the entrance to the warehouse to see a vermillion pair of wings fly by as his feathers separate the both of you, flying you to Keigo’s arms.

“And here I thought they would go easy on me. Hope you didn’t think that I gave up, you’re always gonna be mine kid~.” He purred into your ear as he whispered what he was going to do to make you forget about both of the other two. Flying out of the building and back into the sky, making sure you weren’t going to hit anything before looking down at you curled into his chest away from the wind.

At this point, you were far past thinking you were dreaming and just enjoyed all the attention you were getting. Feeling him kiss your head as Keigo slowly descended to your porch, you were going to ask him to put you down when his wings closed around you,

“So, I’m guessing you both aren’t giving up, huh? You have a lot of nerve stealing my baby bird away from me.” You heard Keigo growl holding your closer and you saw Gojo and Dazai casually leaning on the porch steps, looking at you with ‘playful’ smirks. The white-haired sorcerer was the first to speak,

“No way. Especially not when they were clearly enjoying my touches the best~” He said huskily as you were pulled out of Keigo’s arms and into Gojo’s chest. “You two obviously have no idea what you’re talking about because you should have heard the noises they were making for me. Oh, wait- Hawks you were there for part of it?”

Dazai smugly grinned as he pulled you closer towards him, “How’d it feel that your ‘baby bird’ became my darling? Hm?” This was Keigo’s last nerve apparently because he slowly walked toward him and wrapped an arm around their waist, forcing you closer to Keigo with both of your hands still being with Gojo and Dazai.

They all glared at each other while your mind had short-circuited long ago just trying to breathe properly with all three guys fighting over you and eventually hearing enough of their bickering, “Guys! As much as I would love to say who flustered me the most, I don’t want to upset any of you when I love you all so much. Besides, I actually don’t know who ‘won’ because I felt drunk on lust for most of it.”

You said to all of them, laughing at the end of it. Noticing glances being shared by the three guys and seemingly coming to a conclusion silently, Gojo being the first to say something, “Well if we all tied this round,” Dazai whispered next to your ear and further helped your blush, “Then it only seems fair,”

Keigo tilted your red face up and came close enough to touch your lips, “That we all get to try again. How about it hummingbird?” They all wove their arms around you as you finally processed what they had said.

Shit.

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