#To be honest she was really nice about it she didn't even steal anything

[asmodaywritesstuff]

--Summary-- You meet your Professor at a bar and it goes better than you expected.

NSFW Content, Oral Sex (F recieving), Vaginal Sex, Age difference! (I imagined Death Island Leon for this), Teacher!Leon x Student!Reader, dilfs with big boobies, Bad wording (English isn't my first language), and cringe. like big cringe. Also, this is my first fanfic, and I'm just transferring it from AO3 to Tumblr. I didn't do a rework sadly, but I hope it's not too bad-

You had always been a good student. You got along with everyone, even your teachers. Nobody could hate you, you were always cheerful, happy and nice to everyone.

But there was one single person that somehow hated your guts, and you never knew why.

Your history professor, Mr. Kennedy.

You didn't know why, but he liked everyone else in his classroom, except you.

Snarky remarks about your work were a daily occurrence by now, and to be fair, it did make you feel very upset. He just seemed so unbelievably mad at you, and for what?

Leon was a grumpy guy in his 40’s, and you were just a college student. You always paid attention in his classes, and you would always raise your hand at any given opportunity to solve a problem he had given, but everyone else got A’s and B’s while you got a D-.

It really sucked since it managed to lower your grade average by a lot. This guy really made you mad. You were a good student, and you had never done anything remotely wrong to him! So why was he being such an asshole towards you?

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Even if you were popular, you barely had any friends. And that was what brought you to this bar, all alone in a pretty dress, dolled up and wearing heels with a bit of makeup highlighting your features. To be honest, you were really lonely, and it had been a while since you had had the time to go out due to the stress of your exams.

But now? You had all the time in the world, and you could treat yourself for once. Well, the cheap bar down the street wasn’t exactly the best place to celebrate, but at least nobody you knew could see you get drunk with a few middle aged men, probably in their 40’s trying to get in your pants by buying you drinks.

Of course, you had always been a good girl, never believing in one-night stands and being a mere cocktease for those men, but hey! At least you get free drinks out of it!

Whenever you entered the bar in your short, beautiful cocktail dress, everyone’s eyes were immediately focused on you. You felt so… validated receiving this kind of attention from men (Even if they were just drunkards trying to fuck a young college girl ‘cause she’s got nice tits).

Most of them watched from a distance, including someone you would rather not have watching you right now. A few of them approached you at the bar, subtly stealing glances at your body, which was hugged tightly by the short dress. They’d buy you a drink, laugh with you, and stare as you danced the night away. You were having so much fun, and nothing could spoil that for you right now.

Well, that was until he approached you.

While you were dancing around with your strawberry mojito in hand, you could feel two rough hands slide up your waist. It made you flinch a bit as you could feel the person’s fingers squeeze your waist before sliding further down to your hips. You could hear a low chuckle from behind you.

„And I thought that little miss A+ Student would be at home studying with her parents. You do this all the time?“ You could hear a deep baritone voice rumbling behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. You knew exactly who this voice belonged to.

Leon fucking Kennedy, your history teacher.

Out of all people it just had to be him.

„Mister Kennedy, Sir- I can explain all this, I swear.“ You spoke, voice wavering a bit. This man could ruin your reputation alright. The worst thing was, you hadn’t even slept with anyone, but knowing the size of the stick up his ass, he would probably tell everyone you fuck middle aged men for drinks and money at a bar no one knew.

Fuck, you had to think. Fast.

„Mhm, you know I could ruin that reputation of yours within days now, darling. All it takes is a single rumor to ruin your entire reputation and future career.“ He whispered into your ear. You could hear the smugness on his face right now. Oh, how much you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. But this man had power over you. He could ruin your reputation and make you fail your class, or even worse, get you expelled. Fuck, what were you going to do?

„What do you want from me?“ You asked softly, voice shaky and hesitant as you did not dare to look at him. You bit your lower lip anxiously, your teeth stained by your dark pink lipstick. But that was the least thing you had to worry about right now.

„Who said I wanted something from you, Miss?“ He replied, a low chuckle following once more. He was pissing you off. Man, this guy didn’t have a stick up his ass, it was a whole tree trunk.

You looked down at yourself, noticing the way his hands were caressing your waist. And Jesus fucking Christ, why did it feel so good? It wasn't supposed to. You repeated yourself once more, „What the fuck do you want from me?“

Your voice was shaky and you were at the verge of tears, thinking your hard-earned respect would go down the drain because of this asshole of a man. You were just having fun, dancing the night away and partying like every other college girl your age. But you had expectations to uphold.

„Just please, don’t tell anyone.. Please, sir.“ You begged your professor, voice at the verge of cracking as tears welled up in your eyes. You were desperate. Really desperate. And to be honest, Leon thought you sounded crazy hot begging him like that. How would you sound like begging for something else instead- Was he really just getting turned on by his student begging him not to tell on her?

He needs to get his mind out of the gutter. This was his student, for fuck’s sake. Plus, she was barely 18, not even allowed to drink alcohol. He should be telling on her instead of letting his hands slide across her body.

…fuck.

He was getting hard.

Just like that, he removed his hands from your body, and to you it felt so.. weird somehow. Like you wanted him to touch you more-

Stop right there. This man could be your father judging from his age.

Weeeell, he actually doesn’t even look that old. And goddamn, that shirt- it hugged his rather fit physique perfectly.

Wait, what were you thinking? There’s no way you would ever bang your professor (Even if he was very attractive and looked like he worked out a lot).

Silence filled the room after he removed his hands from your body, desperately trying to hide the obvious tent in his pants. His cheeks were tinted pink as he avoided your gaze, trying to stare at anything except you. Well, you were shamelessly checking him out.

A shame that he was your professor. One with a huge stick up his ass, too.

You have so tried to get in his pants.

Clearing your throat, you finally spoke up, breaking the long, awkward silence. „Look- Just please don’t say anything- I like coming here, and I don’t want you to ruin it for me just because you hate my fucking guts okay?“

Leon stared at you in silence, before gesturing at a table. Just then you realized.

Everybody was staring at you both. The music was suddenly really quiet. And that is when you took his hand as quickly as possible and led him to the table, sitting him down before taking your seat across the table.

„F’me, man.. never thought I’d come to see the day. You? Sitting in a bar, dancing the night away with some ugly guys in their 40’s just cause they buy you drinks? And I thought you were one of those good girls that always study so hard for every single test and exam... If I knew about all of this beforehand, I would've given you a better grade than a D-. That would’ve been if you had let me take you out on a date first, that is.“ He flirted, like it was second nature. You looked down, hands balling into fists at his statement.

„Listen, I’m not just some cheap whore- I don’t do one night stands, okay? In fact, I’ve never even had sex before and-“ you started yapping like a mad Chihuahua, before realizing what you just said.

Oh fuck.

You did not just tell him that, did you?

Leon’s eyebrows were raised in surprise before that smug smirk crept back on his lips.

„Oh? So you’re a virgin, I see.“ He chuckled to himself, causing you extreme embarrassment. To be fair, you were getting pissed. He was laughing at you just because you hadn’t had sex yet? How pathetic was that?

„Yeah, you probably can’t relate though. Have you ever seen yourself in that shirt? It screams 'Take me home with you‘! You– you probably have sex like 5 times a week!“ You continued yapping, making him laugh even more.

„Listen here - my sex life is none of your business, little girl. Why do you care so much about what I’m wearing? Were you checking me out, perhaps?“ He flirted effortlessly, not really helping with the redness of your face. You wanted to say something- a snarky remark, but you just couldn’t speak. You stuttered a bit, frantically trying to form a sentence inside your head, but nothing worked.

Leon, being the smug bastard he is, simply laughed at your inability to speak. „Fuck, you actually did? I never pegged you to be into older men, you know. So like, did your dad leave to get some milk and cigs?“

He clearly thought you had daddy issues or some shit like that.

„My dad is at home! I don’t fucking have daddy issues- why do you care so much, anyway? My family issues are none of your concern!“ you bit back at him, your eyes shooting daggers.

„...So I was right, you have some family issues.“ He replied, clicking his tongue as he shook his head at you.

„Hah, bet you even secretly have a daddy kink or something like that. Hey, I’m not kink shaming though, I like that.“ He spoke so casually, like he was talking about the weather.

You groaned, holding your head. „Your bullshit is giving me headaches. You’re so fucking nosy- and I would never call anyone that! Gosh, that would be so weird-“

Your remark didn’t faze him in the slightest, and you could soon feel a hand on your lower thigh. Your posture quickly straightened as you sucked in a breath, clearly surprised at the older man’s touch. But the thing was…

You didn’t hate it. Fuck, you’d go as far as to say you liked the way his warm hands felt on your body.

„You know you can confide in me, Sweetheart. C’mon, I won’t judge. You like being daddy’s good girl, right?“ He teased you, that same fucking smirk still on his lips. You hated that you actually got off on how he was talking to you. It didn’t help that his hands slowly crept up higher and higher and higher…

„A shame. You got a nice body, and a bright little head. And you’re putting all of it to waste. Fuck, if I was your age, I probably would’ve fucked you so hard, you wouldn’t even be able to sit, or even stand anymore-“ he remarked, as if he had no shame at all. Yeah, he probably just had too much to drink, right? He wasn’t being serious about what he said.

Then again, alcohol made you more honest. Did he really feel that way about you?

You had to try.

„If I offered you to do so, would you… take my virginity?“ You asked hesitantly, lips pursed together as you leaned over, giving him a heavenly view of your tits.

And that was apparently the only thing needed for him to finally snap.

He leaned forward, staring at you with his blue, piercing eyes as he scanned your body.

„You want me to fuck you?“ he whispered, and you could smell the bourbon on his breath. It wasn’t too unpleasant, if you were being honest.

You merely nodded when Leon scoffed and spoke in a lower voice, „You don’t know what you’re asking me to do, right? Yeah, I’m too old for you, even if you got daddy issues, I couldn’t just- you know, have sex with my student. How desperate even are you, offering yourself to a guy that could easily be your dad judging from the age?“ Leon spoke firmly, and you could see the way his cheeks went red.

„No you couldn’t, my dad is three years older than you.“ You remarked, the smug smirk on your face for a change. You were enjoying teasing him like this.

„Even so, I’m too old for you, sweetheart. And plus, you don’t mean that. You’re just a bit tipsy, and you don’t mean what you're saying. I’m sorry, darling.“ He laughed gently, his hand on your thigh squeezing lightly. You saw him bite his lip with a guilty look in his eyes, before you finally leaned in, your lips hovering over his.

„...Fuck, you’re such a Minx, you know that?“ He whispered against your lips, before closing the space between the both of you.

Damn, that actually felt kind of nice.

His free hand cupped your cheek affectionately while the other continued it’s dangerous shenanigans under the table, rubbing and squeezing the fat of your thighs.

„You really, really want me to take you home with me?“ He whispered into the kiss, messily licking into your mouth as soon as you opened it for him. You had seen enough romance movies to know that that was probably the best way to set the mood.

For a few minutes, you actually completely forgot that the both of you were actually still in the bar, having multiple men staring at the both of you.

But of course, you knew you two couldn’t do this here.

So you quickly pushed Leon away, effectively stopping him .

„Not in public. That’s weird, I don’t wanna have old men jerking off to me later.“ You started, frowning at Leon who simply laughed.

„Well, I’ll have you know that I will definitely be doing that later, you know.“ Leon shamelessly admitted, before his hand left your cheek to sit on top of yours.

„Are you really sure about this? There’s no backing out once we get out of here, y’know. I can't hold back after that.“ He whispered to you, and you could swear you saw a dangerous glint in his eyes.

„‘M really really sure, Sir, don’t worry about that, yeah?“ You flirted, a smile forming on your lips.

„Oh you naughty little-“ he rasped, before removing his hand from your thigh and taking out his wallet to slam money on the table for his drinks.

He gripped your hand tightly right after, dragging you outside of the bar really quickly, before taking you to his car. A BMW E36. He had good taste, you gave him that.

His hand was placed on your thigh for most of the ride, until you pulled into the parking lot of one of the most expensive hotels you had seen. Your jaw dropped in shock as you stared at him in genuine disbelief.

„What? First time? Oh yeah, forgot you’re a virgin.“ He teased you, before getting out of the car to open your door for you and pull you out of the seat. Just how fucking rich was Leon?

„Didn’t know you make that much money to be able to afford.. this.“ You muttered, utterly shocked as he led you inside. He quickly got the both of you checked in, and mere minutes later, you found yourself in the bathroom of the hotel room, looking into the mirror to see if your makeup was still intact. Well, luckily it was.

Well, that wasn't gonna last though.

As soon as you opened the door of the bathroom, you saw Leon sitting on the bed, in his slutty compression shirt which didn’t do a good job at hiding any of his muscles or his tits. You could swear they were bigger than yours.

„Okay, I’ll ask one more time. Do you really, really, really want this?“ Leon rasped at you, his gaze lingering over your body. You sighed softly, letting yourself fall back onto the bed as you looked at the ceiling.

„I wouldn’t be here if I was a pussy. Plus- maybe this could help me with my grade in history?“ You laughed softly, a genuine laugh. Leon's heart skipped a beat. Hearing you laugh was the most heartwarming thing he heard in a while.

He quickly turned before crawling on top of you fairly quickly, taking your hands in his. Fuck, you felt so small under him. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t soaked already. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips, before traveling down, trailing kisses along your jaw, down to your collarbone, until he reached your dress.

Right, that was supposed to come off.

„Take it off.“ Leon commanded, before going back to lazily kissing your neck, maybe biting down once in a while and sucking a bit too much, maybe creating a hickey or two (or 7).

Your hands reached for the zipper of your dress, and it wasn’t easy due to the fact you were literally on your back and Leon wasn’t making it better, covering the soft flesh of your neck in countless hickeys and love bites. As soon as you managed to pull the zipper down, you felt Leon’s rough hands trying to gently slip the tight dress off you, without breaking it on accident. You arched your back awkwardly as he removed the dress from your body.

Today was a great day to be wearing black lingerie.

„Funny how you say you haven’t banged anyone and you’re wearing that. Were you expecting to get laid today or what?“ Leon asked, his kisses traveling downwards until they reached your bra. His hands easily cupped your tits, before disappearing behind you, unclasping your bra with ease.

The poor article of clothing was quickly tossed away without a care in the world, before Leon’s thumbs slowly grazed over the hard peaks. He chuckled to himself, one of his hands sliding down further to explore your southern regions. He quickly followed after his hand, his face now directly infront of your pussy.

This was embarrassing, but you were rather surprised when you felt his finger poking at your underwear.

„You’re fucking soaked, baby. I could just slip my dick right in, and you’d probably be able to take it without much of a struggle.“ Leon commented, chuckling in between your legs. You merely gulped as soon as you felt his fingers hook around the edges of your panties, pulling them down and discarding them just like the rest of your clothes.

„Jesus fucking Christ, your pussy’s glistening. Are you really that desperate to get fucked by an old man like me?“ He mocked, before gripping your thighs tightly. You were about to say something when you felt him lick a stripe up your slit. You choked on a moan as you looked at him, eyes widened. He looked so relaxed, lazily licking another stripe up your cunt, making you let out noises you didn’t even know you could make. You covered your mouth rather quickly, embarrassment burning on your face as you apologized.

„Fuck, 'm so sorry-“ You apologized, noticing the way he looked at you in confusion. „The fuck are you apologizing for? Jesus, you sound so fucking divine.“ Leon stated, before getting back between your legs, but this time his tongue dipped straight into your poor, glistening pussy, his nose gently bumping against your clit. His tongue was inside you, and you could feel it. Your eyes were wet with tears and your head was thrown back, a loud, involuntary moan leaving your mouth.

Your hands were instinctively placed on his head, gripping his hair tightly as he ate you out on the expensive white sheets of this bed. Leon's hips desperately rutted against the bed, trying his best to get a bit of friction as his dick was painfully hard. The way you gripped his hair didn’t help either, or the fact that you were squeezing his head in between your thighs.

And fuck, your moans were so perfect. You sounded like a fucking porn star, moaning for him like that.

Tears were starting to spill from your eyes as you were clearly not used to any of this stuff.

But Leon was gonna teach you everything you needed to know.

That being said, it didn’t take that long for you to tighten around his tongue and cum all over his face and the expensive silk sheets of the bed.

You were panting really hard as you looked down at Leon, seeing his face covered in your juices.

Fuck, it was like a scene right out of a porno. The way the slick glistened on his lower lip and jaw-

You were too overwhelmed to realize that he came closer, before kissing you messily. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

„‘Kay- fuck I need to be inside you so bad.“ He whined, quickly unbuckling his belt and removing his pants while you tried your best at removing his shirt. You took a bit longer than you hoped, eventually giving up and tearing the shirt off him anyway.

To your surprise, Leon didn’t give a single shit and proceeded to remove his boxers.

…Oh, you were in for a wild night.

„Jesus fuck- That’s never gonna fit-“ You exclaimed, clearly more than just intimidated by his size. Leon just chuckled darkly, staring at you with that dark, malicious glint in his eyes.

„I’ll make it fit.“ He rasped, aligning his tip with your glistening entrance. Leon held onto your hips with one hand, the other trying to help you take him inside.

„Fuck, you’re slippery, can barely slide inside.“ Leon groaned softly, before finally managing to get the head of his dick inside. He bit his lip, already feeling how your walls hugged him tightly.

He gradually pushed more of himself inside, slowly, his ears focused on the noises you were making. You squirmed around a bit before he sighed and handed you one of the fancy pillows on the bed.

„Bite down on it if it hurts.“ He ordered, pulling out just a bit to slide himself deeper inside you, making your eyes roll back. He wasn’t even fully inside yet. Leon could soon feel the small wall of resistance, which he quickly surpassed with a single, hard thrust.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you let out a loud moan. He was now fully buried inside you. Leon was panting against your collarbone while waiting for you to adjust to his size, which was easier said than done.

„O-okay- fuck… you might bleed a little after this, but don’t be scared love, that’s normal-“ Leon whispered into your neck before looking up at you. You looked so fucked out. It took everything and more for him to not just finish inside your tight little pussy right away.

He waited for a few more seconds before gently pulling out and thrusting back inside you, watching the way your mouth stood agape and how your nails dug into the pillow you were holding. It normally took Leon a while to finish, but with you? He could fucking cum on the spot with the way you looked at him.

Tears welled up in your eyes once he starts with a slow yet hard pace. Fuck, he was so big- how was anyone supposed to be able to take him like that? His tip repeatedly hit your cervix, making you bite down onto the pillow in both pain and pleasure. It hurt, but at the same time, shivers ran down your spine.

Leon was so focused on watching his dick disappear inside your hole, biting his lower lip while he thought about recording this. You’d be fine with it, right? Fuck, what was he thinking? He couldn’t just touch himself to a video of one of his students getting dicked down by him.

But goddamn, if this would’ve been more than just a one-night stand, who knows? Maybe you’d allow him to film himself cumming deep inside you, too- Why was he even thinking about that now?

„Oh fuck- you’re so nice and tight, 's like you were made for my cock-“ He panted on top of you, beads of sweat running down his forehead. You on the other hand could barely think straight due to the aggressive fucking you had to endure.

„Kiss me please, daddy-“ You whined softly as tears ran down your face, your mouth standing agape while you tried your best at not being too loud. Leon quickly leaned in, combining both of your lips in a messy and desperate kiss. He messily began licking into your mouth while you gave him access, still not stopping his thrusts inside you.

You moaned into his mouth, feeling his chest pressing against yours, like he wanted your bodies to melt into one. He was hot and sweaty, but you didn’t mind it at all since you probably were, too.

Leon’s right hand quickly slid down, gently rubbing your clit to feel your walls tighten around him even more. He was trying to make you cum.

„Fuck, you feel that? You’re getting so fucking tight- You’re gonna cum, right?“ He groaned into your mouth, before continuing to make out with you. His thrusts got a bit sloppy as soon as he could feel his own orgasm building up.

„S-shit- wrap your hands around my throat, daddy-“ You whimpered beneath him, feeling his left hand gently choke you and make you feel lightheaded. Leon pounded you just a bit harder upon hearing that nickname again.

Your back arched a bit and you choked on a moan as you finally reached your climax. Your walls tightened around Leon, triggering his own orgasm and milking him dry. Leon humped against you for a bit longer, before eventually pulling out and leaving you feeling warm, yet empty inside.

He let himself lie down next to you, hair messy and sticking to his forehead due to the sweat on his body. You quickly got under the sheets, the cold air now feeling a bit too cold for your liking.

Neither of you said anything until Leon finally decided to speak up, „You’re not gonna tell anyone about any of this. Understood?“

You weakly nodded, nuzzling your face into his neck as your arms wrapped around him. Maybe he was actually less of an asshole than you thought.

„Also, don’t you even dare think that I will change your grade just because you’re the teacher’s little whore.“ He remarked with a faint chuckle following. His arms snaked around your upper body before he could feel your lips on his collarbone, placing a hickey there. He let out a low groan at the feeling, his hands gripping your hair tightly.

As soon as you were done, you admired the purple bruise on his collarbone, which would probably be easier to hide than the ones he had placed on your neck. Fuck, what were you gonna tell your parents?

Wait.

Oh fuck.

Your parents were still waiting for you at home. And it was already past midnight.

You quickly got up from the bed, still fully naked as you ran to the wardrobe to get your phone.

19 missed calls.

Oh, you were so fucked.

You quickly called your parents back, making up some lame excuse about how one of your older friends got drunk, and you helped him by booking a hotel room and taking him there.

Leon watched you, trying his best not to laugh as you stood there, making up some story while being completely naked after he fucked the shit out of you.

The call lasted about 5 minutes, and ended with you telling your dearest mother that you had your own hotel room and would be staying there. As soon as you hung up, you could hear Leon laugh his ass off.

You walked over to the bed before lying down next to him once again, getting under the covers before playfully hitting his upper arm while you pretended to be mad.

He teased you a bit more, before you yawned and rubbed your eyes, clearly exhausted. Leon played with your hair before placing a kiss on your cheek as you drifted off to sleep.

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The following morning, you woke up with Leon lying on your chest, sleeping like a baby. You smirked, taking your phone from the nightstand you had placed it on and took a photo of him.

Now it was your turn to laugh your ass off. Your grumpy history professor was lying on your chest, sleeping like a baby after you had sex.

You heard a low groan coming from his throat, and you shot a few more pictures, before he could open his eyes to look at the camera in front of his face.

„The fuck are you doing?“ He asked groggily, seeing you snap another photo of him. Just then, he realized you were snapping pictures of him.

He quickly snatched your phone away and deleted the pictures, before groaning a bit more about how his back hurt. Just then, you actually realized the way the both of you smelled. Like sweat and sex.

Yeah, it was definitely time for a shower.

As soon as Leon got up, you dragged him into the shower, placing him in there before getting in yourself. It was easy, considering the fact that the shower was huge. Like, it was twice the size of your shower at home.

Showering took a bit longer than usual, though, maybe because of the fact that Leon had to punish you for taking pictures of him while he slept. He fingered two more orgasms out of you, effectively overstimulating you until you swore you would never take pictures of him sleeping again.

Exiting the shower, you felt fresh, but at the same time, you could barely walk straight, your legs feeling like jelly.

The two of you finally got dressed and left the hotel together. He even drove you home like a true gentleman (as an excuse for taking your ability to walk normally). You thanked him as you got out of the car, and he quickly drove away, well not without winking at you and telling you to stay safe.

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The next Monday was your last day of school. You got your reports back, and you easily passed. Even though, you were really surprised to see a B+ as your grade in history. Just then, you checked your phone. You had gotten a text from Leon. Wait, since when did you have his number?

Leon ♥︎ Be happy I saved your ass by changing your grade. You owe me now. Today, 10:30 A.M.

Leon ♥︎ So… since this is your last day, can you drop by the teacher’s office after you get out? I got something for you. Today, 10:31 A.M.

A smile tugged at your lips as you looked at your phone before typing a reply.

You Does this ‘something‘ involve having sex at the teacher’s office, Sir? Today, 10:35 A.M.

You quickly put your phone away while giggling to yourself. The bell began ringing shortly after, and you got up with all your stuff. Taking out your phone, you read his reply.

Leon ♥︎ Maybe. Today, 10:35 A.M.

You sighed and chuckled as you made your way to the teacher’s office.

He was going to be the death of you.

(Credit for the dividers goes to @cafekitsune btw!) AAAAA thank you for reading this piece of brainrot I cooked up at 3am lol. Please let me know if you liked (or hated) this little fic in the comments aaaa (I also take commissions, plspls commission me I have 0 motivation to write anything on my own)

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[jellyluvr]

Hihi! Love your work, I was wondering if you could make a smut fic with Evan? Basically fem!reader is home alone and Evan is at work, she's bored and horny so she decides to masturbate. Without warning Evan comes homes and she's embarrassed about the whole thing but he's just like no, it's fine and tells her to continue, while he watches he's get hard and they end up masturbating together and even have sex? I'm sorry if this is horrible, I suck at explaining 😵 anyways ty 💞

Imagine

- evan peters x fem reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

I know the title sounds offensive asf but I promise it's not like that lol. But yeah I can totes do this :)

Tw: masturbation, kind of rough x?, and embarrassment obvi, SMUT like hella smut

S: up there ^

Have no idea if u mean to date evan or old him. So I'm just use to date, not romantically like up to date

Evan turned in bed, picking up his phone to check the time. It was almost 8am, and he really needed to go for work like usual.

So, he tried his best to get out of bed without alarming you, making sure to get off on the right parts so the bed didn't squeak. You were still asleep, so he didn't panic much. Evan didn't want to upset you, you always got sad when he left early so he made sure to not wake you up.

After drinking coffee and getting dressed, he grabbed a protein bar and left. Of course he felt bad about not telling you he was leaving but it was kind of routine by now. You'd eventually figure it out.

And you did. When you woke up you were a bit frustrated he wasn't there but it wasn't hard to put the puzzle pieces together. You just got up and did your own routine, taking a shower etc.

But now what would you do? You looked in the mirror and drew a few things in the glass before stepping out and getting some clothes on. Evan dedicated his life to his job, and honestly you hated it. You hated how he'd always be gone. You hated how people on the internet would absolutely bash you for stealing him. There was just so much stress. Too much.

You still loved him. No matter what he was always your first thought. Waking up in the morning next to him is what you always looked foward to, but he was gone that morning. His presence was so enlightening. His everlasting joy was so obnoxious at times, but you still loved him.

That day, or morning, you thought about what to do. Of course you showered and ate breakfast.. but what else? You and evan hadn't done anything in a month. Maybe even longer. You had.. well.. thoughts. Lots of thoughts about him. Naked, in the shower, swimming... I mean, you could only think of him when you wanted to masturbate.

Masturbating probably wouldn't be the most mature, but you needed to feel pleasure. It had been awhile, you deserved it. So, you went to your bedroom that you shared with evan and closed the door before getting into bed. You grabbed your phone and went on a porn site, nothing special. Your thumb swiped and swiped through the black and orange, coming across many videos.

You felt somewhat guilty. Kind of bad to be honest. You should've been with evan. Watching him instead of some random dude. But, you still clicked on one of the videos, them of course not showing their face, neither the girl. You sighed, slipping your hand into your panties and touching the hot slick.

You rubbed yourself for a few seconds, getting more slick to make it easier. You whined, watching the video, and watching the cumshot.

Your finger tip went with a nice rhythm, a clean pace as you watched. Your hips buckled, your finger following your clit. You ached for your orgasm. For the pleasure. You closed your eyes and imagined evan. Evan doing the same things as the men in the video.

Then, as your eyes were shut, and you neared towards your orgasm. You didn't even hear the door opening to your condo.. you just assumed it was in the porn you were watching.

Evan had came home. They had let him off early, and he immediately noticed your sounds. Maybe it was just a movie?? Was that why all the lights were out?

Evan kept the lights down while he opened the door just a little to not alarm you. His eyes widened as his face turned a pink color seeing what you were doing. But, he didn't look away.

You continued to touch yourself, a feeling of pleasure and ecstasy washing over you. You let out a whimper and a moan, your head falling back and your legs going limp. But your finger kept moving. You moaned a little louder, only imagining evan touching your clit.

Evan just watching. His hands got clammy and his face drained of color, the blood going down his body to accustom his needs. His cock grew harder by the second, his pants getting much tighter than usual. His hand moved to his bulge, palming it through his pants. He pushed down, his lip getting crush by his teeth as he tried to suppress his moans.

You were a complete mess. Sprawled out on the bed, your hips moving into your finger desperately, and your finger tip moving at a fast pace. You let out another moan. The porn didn't even serve its purpose anymore, so you turned off your phone and put it down, your finger continuing to stimulate you.

"Evan!~" you moaned, obviously imagining him doing it. Evan now knew exactly what you were thinking of, and he let out a little whimper, his pants feeling unbearable to be in now.

You overlooked the noise, assuming it was just yourself. So, you continued, your moans getting even louder as you grinded into what was supposed to be evans dick. It should've been to. You should've been fucking evan right now.. but you weren't.

Evans hand slipped under his pants and into his underwear as he made a tight fist around his shaft, imagining it was your tight walls around him, your precious little sounds escaping your throat while he fucked you.

And while evan lived his fantasy, you lived yours. Evans orgasm creeped closer while he bucked his hips into his hand, his eyes squeezing shut and his head shooting back. His Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, his orgasm creeping a little closer.

You were still at it, your finger going at the quickest speed it could to fulfill your needs. Then, you came again, a loud moan escaping your lips. You panted and cussed to yourself while you slipped your panties off, looking at the drenched spot on them. You collected your arousal and looked at it for a second before rubbing it back where it belonged. Your body squirmed from the harsh over stimulation, but you loved it. You loved it and hated it at the same time, so you went gentle, whimpers leaving your throat as you did so.

Evan kept his hand moving, it going quick with his pre cum helping. His eyes rolled back as he came, right into his underwear. He panted, giving himself another few pumps before stopping and letting his hand go. He turned his head, looking over at you before smiling and closing the door quietly.

While you whimpered and moaned, this time, you heard the door to your condo open, and the lights turn on. You panicked, taking your finger from your panties and slipping on some pajama shorts before getting out of bed.

Evan was at the door, his stuff put on the counter while he turned to you.

"They let me off early, you wanna do something maybe..?" He laughed lightly, and you just walked in, nodding.

"Sure.. like a movie maybe?" You smiled back, leaning against the counter infront of him.

"No, I was thinking something else.." he said, his hands latching onto your waist and him moving closer to you.

"Oh- like.." you tried to find the words, but you were interrupted by him kissing you, it being as soft as his lips and personality.

"Yeah, like that." He hummed, his kisses trailing to your jaw and under your ear. You couldn't help but giggle a little. You had been wishing for this moment... and it was really happening. Your hands found evans shoulders and you kissed him on his neck a few times before he started to move you up on the counter.

You held onto his shoulders while you kissed, both your tongues exploring each other's mouths. You pulled him closer, and before you knew it you felt your body heat up like before.

Evans hands disappeared from your waist, a zipper noise and belt buckle noise, then he put his hands on your shorts and tugged the down, making sure to look up at you for the go. Once you smiled, his finger snapped at your panties, the fabric hitting your skin.

"Mm.." he mumbled, finally pulling down your underwear. You looked down, his erection perked and aggressive like last time. You saw the cum stain, but you had no time to say anything. Evan pushed into you and you let out a gasp before he kissed you again, his lips intertwined with yours.

His thrusts go more aggressive to the point where he was pounding into you. You clawed at his back, keeping him close, but you two both know you needed this. You both needed some time together.

Evan groaned, you whimpering while he pushed your hips into the counter top, his thrusts moving you with him. You yelped almost from how fast he was going, but you loved it. It was just what you imagined. Just what Evan had imagined. Your tight walls pulsing as he fucked you.. your sweet moans. He was addicted to that feeling. To make you crumble under him.. to make him crumble over you. You both had the same wishes.. and those wishes came true.

Evans pounds got sloppy, the drum of you two hitting each other starting to calm down a bit, but he still went at a fast pace.

"Oh fuck!" You muttered under your breath, evan hitting all your good spots.. filling each part of you with his flaming hot desire. Evan just grumbled.. leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck as he continued to thrust, keeping his pace.

Evan grew louder, his moans getting more animalistic while you hugged him to get some grasp on something. Then, he groaned, his last thrust undeniably wet and sloppy. You moaned with him, and he looked down, his dick moving slowly as he rode out his orgasm.. "oh.. shit.." he cussed under his breath, and you felt him pull out.

Your hand went down to your soaking wet cunt, and you looked at the hot white cum he had pumped you with. You smiled, your face pink and his tip still a cherry red.

"Round 2?" You asked, laughing lightly before lubricating his cock with his own cum.

"Round 3.." he corrected, and you just looked up at his face, only to see a smug grin.

"What?" You asked, really hoping he wasn't implying what you thought.

He laughed, his hand moving down to pump himself once more.

"I watched you.. you were kinda loud." He laughed, that grin still all over his face.

You turned red with embarrassment, and immediately opened your mouth to speak, but it was muffle once more with his mouth.

You were once more pushed against the counter, your back hitting the cold granite...

"It's round 3, just to be clear." He snickered, and before you could speak, he was filling you once more.

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Okay!! So much earlier than I though, but anyway, here it is! Thank you 4 reading!! 💗💗

@daylas-life just thought it was necessary to tag u, even if it notifies u. Anyway, so sry 4 the wait. I LOVED MAKIN THIS THOO SO LUV UUUU 💕

ALSO I KNOW THIS ISNT HOW HE ACTS I LITERALLY HAVE NO IDEA BUT HES GOTTA BE BOLD 4 THE STORY LMAO

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[jhkfan123]

enchanted - tom blyth | ch. 10

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you pulled tom into a quieter place outside. there was a decent amount of space between you two and the next person, besides, most people were inside the party already. it was a perfectly quiet place for the two of you to chat. the two of you maneuvered through different decorative pillars that were placed around, and found a secluded spot. you finally came to a stop and faced him. you took a breath. 

"alright, what's up?" he asked. what's up? what's up is that your a liar, is what you wanted to say.  there was no way he was totally clueless of what was going on. and, maybe he had even noticed your instagram, and the taken down posts. maybe he had noticed the outfit choice tonight.  maybe had had noticed your half-smile on the red carpet. 

maybe he had noticed how much you wanted him to kiss you that night. 

"ok, we need to talk." you repeated. 

"look, y/n-

"no, let me talk first." you interrupted him. you had so much to say, yet no idea what to say. "look, tom, i could handle you dating rachel, but you lying about it, i can't handle." you spewed. tom looked at you, confusion in his face. you wondered if he was going to continue to deny anything. 

"y/n, what do you mean." he asked, still questioning you. you looked at him. hadn't he known about how many people saw the posts of them last night? 

"tom. you simply cannot come up to me, and say that there's nothing going on between you and rachel, have rachel reaffirm that statement, and then have her get into your car, with your coat on, in the same night. you cannot treat me like that." you decided to completely open up to him. be completely honest with him, about your thoughts and feelings. he once again, looked puzzled. you couldn't help but roll your eyes. "don't act dumb about this." 

"ok, first of all she was co-" 

"guys, what are you doing over here? the party's amazing!" you heard rachels voice approaching. you both turned to her.  she walked up to both of you and placed her hand on your shoulder. she tried to reach tom's but the height difference made it difficult. eventually she gave up. you were agitated that she had interrupted your conversation, and you were very scared she was going to steal tom away, whisk him away to the party. 

"we're having a conversation." tom responded. you nodded at her. she seemed curious. you were not going to let her push herself into this conversation. 

"yea. we are. we will be in soon, though, ok? see you in there." you had hoped that had given her the impression that she was not part of this conversation. the subject of this conversation? yes. but not part of it. her smile dropped, and she just gave a solemn nod and began to walk away. you sighed deeply. you really needed this time with him. to talk with him. you glanced back at him, and found him already looking back at you. he couldn't stop looking down at the slit of your dress. it almost made you blush, you couldn't control your face, though.  you felt your cheeks get hot, and you couldn't do anything about it. 

but you had to focus back on the elephant in the room. you shook him off and became formal once more. 

"finish your response." you demanded. he focused in again. 

"oh, yeah. i would never lie to you, y/n.  i swear, she was just cold." you accidentally laughed. you saw his face become silently angry. he took a deep inhale. "and her driver had an emergency, and i was just being nice. i gave her a ride because she didn't have one." two perfect coincidences for the perfect photos. 

if she was cold, why would she have had the coat over her shoulders and not on her physically? you weren't sure if jealousy was coming up with these questions, or your mind. 

"tom. i'm just going to say it. why would you let that get public. you know how the media is in this industry. you had to have known that people would get photos of you. i mean, that is common knowledge in hollywood." he thought for a moment. 

"i, i don't know." he sighed. "i don't. but y/n, please believe me when i say that there is nothing going on between me and rachel." he pleaded. 

"tom. please don't lie"

"i'm not lyi-"

"it's ok if you like rachel. i mean, she's flawless-"

"what?" he said, a little louder, to stop the overlap.  you questioned him back. "say that again." he asked. so you repeated. he took a deep breath. 

"ok, first of all, she's not flawless." he responded. you rolled your eyes. he was dead serious.

"what do you mean-" 

"she isn't you." 

"what?" you felt like the world had gone silent, and still.

"she's not you. i mean," he laughed at himself. "if anyones flawless, it's you."  you froze. you couldn't move. what was he talking about? was he being serious? you silently begged him to continue on. "y/n. you are the most flawless person i've ever met. everything about you. your smile, god your smile. your laugh. your entire personality. everything. everything.  and, i know that these past couple of days, things have gotten insanely out of hand with the media, and rachel, and everything that could have gone wrong, has gone wrong, and i hate that. because you don't deserve any of that. and your right. quite honestly, from the moment i met you, i knew there was something special about you. and then, as time went on, i really fell head over heels for you. and i was scared to tell you because i had no idea how you'd react. and its just recently come to me that you might feel the same because i was blinded by the stress of filming, and press, and everything that followed. i began to reach out to you more, and then at the party, at my party, god." he continued to ramble on. "after what happened to you-" he chocked on his words slightly. "after what happened to you at the party, i didn't even know what to do. i had never felt that guilt before. so i shut myself out of your life for a while because i felt like it was my fault. and i don't know why, i shouldn't have. and then everything spiraled out of control with the rumors and- and i just didn't know what to do. but please, y/n, please, believe me when i say that i love you."  he finally allowed himself a long exhale. you were still processing for seconds after he ended. you couldn't get anything out of your mouth. anything except his name. 

"tom, i-" that was all you said. but it said enough. you looked up at him. it was mere seconds before he enveloped your lips in his. he crashed his lips into yours rather suddenly, but you went along with it. he kissed you like he was starving. starving for all those missed out moments. the kiss eventually brought you up against a pillar. you felt his arms slither around your waist. you kept kissing him, and just when you thought you were done, he would prove you wrong. 

up against the pillar, one of his arms moved off you waist and down to your upper leg. the slit in your dress made it easy for him to access your leg. his touch on your skin sent you in spirals. it was what you had been waiting for for so long. too long. eventually, he got up to your garter. wanting to fully take in the moment, you pushed his arm down slightly. he didn't seem to mind. 

finally, after a long time, he finally pulled away. he looked at you. took in all the features of your face. he pushed a lock of your hair behind your ear, and smiled at you. you quietly laughed. both of you seemed so happy. 

"i waited far to long to do that." he reprimanded himself. 

"i waited far to long for that." you responded. he laughed. "also. now that were, on good terms," he laughed again, "what did you say to me in the ballroom?" he thought for a moment, then realized what you were referring too. 

"oh. that. i, um." he hesitated. 

"what. what is it. say it." you pushed him. 

"i just said that, um, you looked amazing. always." now you really were blushing. you looked down, and he picked your head up by your chin, claiming he wanted to see your face. 

"i have a question for you too." he asked. you couldn't help but get nervous. you gestured for him to go ahead. 

"is this look another way to get back at me and rachel?" he asked. you glanced down at your dress, which was now slightly wrinkled. you noticed your pearls, and your accessories. 

"of course it was." you replied with confidence. he laughed. he also asked you about the instagram posts, to which you just replied, "i'm petty." 

"tom, how are you going to deal with this. you have the entire rachel and you thing, and, neither of you have shut it down yet. what are you going to do?" you couldn't really do much, it had to be tom. 

"i'm going to make an instagram story, or something. i'm going to say something. get rachel to say something too." he replied, quickly. you found a sense of comfort in that. 

"and what about, us." you asked. 

"we will deal with us tommorow. now come on, you don't want to miss out on the oscar's afterparty, do you?" he took your hand in his, and the two of you made your way inside. 

A/N: GUYS I PROMISE THIS ISN'T THE END BUT NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I TRY TO MAKE IT NOT SOULD LIKE AN END IT JUST DOESN'T WORK BUT I PROMISE I AM EXPECTING TO HAVE 2+ MORE CHAPTERS.

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[darklinaforever]

TB fans- Aemond shouldn’t have claimed Vhagar at Laena’s funeral!!

Didn’t Rhaenyra also sleep with Laena’s husband the same night?? Daemon did it as well, I know that but it takes two to tango and that’s just complete disrespect from Rhaenyra and Daemon, I stopped liking her after the driftmark episode. I’ve seen TB fans also say that Alicent took advantage of Visery’s grief (I’m talking about a very specific person here) but if we used that logic then wouldn’t Rhaenyra have taken advantage of Daemons grief??

Daemon and Rhaenyra sleeping together didn't offend anyone. They were in their corner. No one ever had to know. Aemond outright clame a dragon is visible regardless and in fact has a much more direct impact on the fact of disrespecting the family of the deceased. Nice try for Rhaenyra taking the advantage of a grieving Daemon, but it's also forgetting that Rhaenyra is also in mourning on her side compared to Harwin. Especially since Daemon has literally been pining for Rhaenyra for 10 years, episode 6 was not subtle about it. Daemon clearly wanted Rhaenyra. Do you see how they look at each other throughout the funeral ? The camera first shows Daemon staring at Rhaenyra. Not the opposite. He clearly pines for her. Rhaenyra didn't take advantage of anything and didn't manipulate Daemon. She was simply honest and shared what she wanted at the time. Nothing to do with Alicent's situation, where Otto literally sent her to seduce (although she didn't want to) Viserys, with the ultimate goal of becoming his queen and producing heirs capable of putting Hightower blood on the throne. Especially since Laena knew very well all along that Daemon loved Rhaenyra (before marrying him). That she wasn't the woman he would have chosen first. She knew that and had clearly made peace with it. So how is Laena offended ? By the time of the funeral, announcing the news to the family and making the trip, she had been dead for several weeks at least. Laena is dead and buried, Daemon and Rhaenyra can do whatever they want from there, especially since they have been discreet and no one has seen them. Once again they didn't hurt anyone. On the other hand, Aemond taking a dragon that the deceased's daughter wanted to try to claim, under the very roof of the deceased's family and fighting with the said daughters of the deceased... Yes, it's really not great for the families concerned. It's simple, Aemond's case concerns the fact of having made a public act and publicly fighting with Laena's daughters among the Velaryons themselves. The case of Daemyra sleeping together has nothing to do with the case of Aemond stealing Vaghar and fighting with the girls (as well as the Velaryon boys). Just like Daemyra sleeping together has nothing to do with the situation of Alicent and Viserys in the first 2 episodes. I can't even believe these 2 things can compare to Daemyra sleeping together. And then why just stop loving Rhaenyra ? I hope you hated Daemon before this and still hate him afterwards. Because if you like Daemon anyway it's a bit weird to specifically say to stop liking just Rhaneyra when it still takes two to get laid.

#daemyra #pro daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra #daemon and rhaenyra #pro daemon targaryen #the rogue prince #rhaenyra targaryen #pro rhaenyra targaryen #the realms delight #queen rhaenyra #the dragon queen #the half year queen #anti alicent hightower #anti alicent stans #anti aemond targaryen #anti aemond stans #daemon targaryen #team blacks #pro team blacks #team black #pro team black #hotd #anti hotd #house of the dragon #anti house of the dragon #anti greens #laena velaryon #the black queen #anti green #anti team green

[wannaeatramyeon]

Haven't seen the trash boi Goo for a while! How bout a different girl for him, a hard-working and honest girl who works in a small convince store as her part-time job. She doesn't really like expensive gifts or stuff like that, to her spending time with her boyfriend is way more important than any sort of materialistic brand.

Thanks for the ask anon! I've missed this stupid lil idiot!

Goo Kim x Reader: Money

Goo-fy wonders why you're with him

Goo is more than aware of your silly little part-time job.

On multiple occasions, he has offered to pay you himself so you didn't have to work the night shifts on your own. You thanked him, sweetly as usual, but said no anyway.

Well isn't that a pain.

How could he possibly just sit at home when he knows his darling girlfriend is working her butt off for pocket change. And think of the weird characters just like him that lurk around at night!

Goo shudders.

He makes up his mind to join you any opportunity he can.

.

.

The first time Goo shows up, you are practically buzzing with excitement. Holy crap, you're adorable.

Then you react the same the second and third and fourth time too. Come to think of it, it's every single time.

He starts to wonder if there is something wrong with you.

Yes, he is extraordinarily handsome. Yes, he is perfect. Yes, he is God's gift.

Still. No-one could be that excited to see him, right?

.

.

And what's even weirder, is the way you're looking at him and chattering away right now.

Do you even realise what Goo has offered?

He has given you complete, 100%, free rein in a shopping mall. The most high-end shopping mall in the country. It's all on him. He's got it, babe. Go shop your little heart out!

Yet... You're not sprinting towards the designer brands, you're not buying one in every colour. In fact, you're not buying anything at all.

(Goo did get you a juice when you said you were thirsty, but that hardly counts.)

You wander around with a ridiculous smile on your face, your hand in his, listening to him talk about anything and everything.

You steal glances at Goo when you think he's not looking, but he catches you every time.

No! Don't look at me! Look at this! This coat, this bag, these shoes!

It's the foodhall of all places that you two end up, seated at a little uneven table that tips on one side. Far, far below Goo's usual standard but he couldn't find it in himself to care with you next to him.

At the end of the day, you go home empty-handed, thanking him graciously for your juice, and Goo is left scratching his head.

.

.

If there are two things that Goo knows, it's how to fight and how to make money.

And you never particularly cared for his fighting skills. Sure, you're impressed. Everyone is.

Though if you don't care about that and you don't care about cash. Then... why are you with him?

Goo confronts you at work one evening.

He interrogates you about your feelings for him, about him, and you take it all with a straight face.

(You're not stupid. You don't date someone like Goo Kim unprepared for his unhinged moments.)

"-But it's good I'm rich, right?"

Of course you know what money means to him. It's not the same for you, and you try to be diplomatic about it. "Well... it's good that you can buy yourself nice things with it, I guess? But I don't need it."

Goo tilts his head, clearly confused with your response. "What? So you'll be with me even if I was broke?"

"Yup."

"If I had to wear ugly clothes?"

"Yup."

"If I couldn't take you out?"

"Yup."

"If I couldn't buy you things?"

"Yup."

"Not even," Goo looks around the store for inspiration, "this ramen?"

"Yup."

The cogs in Goo's brain stutters and stops. So then...?

You decide to put your moron out of his misery. You cup his face in your hands as he continues to look absolutely baffled.

"Goo. I don't need any of that. I just like being with you. You could make watching paint dry fun," you speak slowly and clearly, hoping that your words sink in. "You know you're also with me, right? And I don't really have any money."

As if your financial status would in any way shape or form affect his feelings towards you! Goo is appalled.

"My sweet lil honeybun, that's completely different!"

Honestly. You roll your eyes fondly and ruffle his hair.

Maybe, just maybe. He gets it. A little bit. Maybe money isn't everything-

Scratch that, money's pretty fucking important. Goo loves money. But, if he really thought about it, he loves you more.

#lookism #lookism x reader #lookism headcanons #lookism hc #lookism fic #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #goo kim x reader #goo kim #kim joongoo x reader #kim joongoo #wannaeatramyeon

[mommieswithmuscles]

Dom!Abby x Sub!Reader

Free Palestine, don't support Neil

No Minors and No Men

CW: Girlcock Abby, sweet!Abby, cum eating, oral sex (both), vaginal penetration, cream pie, cum as lube, vaginal fingering, mommy kink

Title: One Thing

"Awe babe, you didn't make the bed this morning." Abby pouts at the disheveled sheets and messy pillows. "You told me you would."

"It was one thing I missed. I'm sorry baby." You totally spaced you told her you would make the bed before she left for work. You spent the day on the couch with junk food and trash TV after your nap, waiting for Abby to come home so you could make dinner with her.

"It's ok baby. Let's make it together." You could tell she was disappointed, but you try not to let it get to you as you pick up some pillows from the floor. Her work clothes are tossed in the hamper as she now sports a tank top and boxers.

Her large hands tuck the sheets as you go behind her to tuck the duvet. You both arrange the pillows on your designated sides before she pulls you into her chest. You share a kiss before she pulls away. You chase her lips and steal three more.

"Come make dinner with me." She guides you to the kitchen. The ingredients were laid on the counter ready to go. It's quiet. Chopping and scraping, the clicks and fire of the stove, sizzling in the pans filling the air. You're lost in your head and don't register Abby in front of you until you're in her arms. You flinch. She lets you go. "Baby?

"I'm sorry."

"What's wrong?" She holds your face in her hand, eyes latched to yours.

"The only thing you asked me to do was make the stupid bed."

"I know, and I admit I am a little disappointed. But I'm not mad. It was nice spending that time with you. You can try again in the morning." Her eyes bore into yours, making you turn your head. She holds you tighter and keeps the eye contact. "No, don't look at anything else. I'm here."

"I'm stupid."

"You're not." She kisses you. "You're an airhead."

"I fell asleep after you left and forgot."

"See? You didn't purposely not make the bed. You're not being a brat. You made a mistake. It happens. You're only human."

"I would rather you be mad than disappointed." You drop her gaze.

"Why's that?" Her thumbs trace your jaw.

"Can handle it better. Dunno how to deal with disappointment." Abby kisses you again.

"How about we eat, then we can discuss how you can make it up to me. Deal?" You nod. "Good girl."

-

After dinner Abby does the dishes with you. You've calmed down significantly and have even smiled at her charismatic grin.

"Now that you've had some time, how do you feel?"

"Better." You shrug.

"Ok baby. Movie before bed?" She dries her hand on the towel hanging in front of the sink.

"You pick this time." You follow her to your shared room.

-

"That was a good movie." You roll over to face her, watching the way her wrist flexes to angle the remote to turn the TV off.

"I saw a clip of it on TikTok, and figured we could give it a shot." Abby wraps you close, her strong arms trapping you to her chest. Your nails dig into her shoulder blades.

"It was really good." You feel her hips scoot back on the bed as she lets you go. "What?"

"Nothing." You raise your brow at her. "I'm not about to ask for sex after how upset you were."

"I'm not upset anymore." You tuck yourself into her space, head on her bicep, and face in her collar.

"Ok. I'll eat you out and you can blow me, but I don't think we should go further."

"If I'm good can we?"

"Baby be honest. Are you ok because you're ok, or are you ok because you think sex is going to fix everything?"

"I'm ok because I worked through why I was upset and why you were disappointed and made a plan to better my behavior. I'm ok because you don't hold that I made a mistake over my head. You didn't pull away, or treat me any differently than you would have had I made the bed. I'm ok because you love me, and not making the bed doesn't change that." You look at her more intensely with each statement.

"Ok baby. Thank you for your honesty. If you're still up for it we can go further." Abby rolls you into your back before trailing kisses down your body. She pulls down your shorts and underwear before looking up at you again. "You ready?"

"Yes please." You stare down at her, fingers tucking stray hairs behind her ears.

She starts at your dewy folds before giving your clit attention. Her tongue does figure eights before repeating the action lower. You moan and buck your hips, her hands moving from your thighs to your hips to keep you spread and still.

It doesn't take much for you to cum. Truth be told, even when you're down, she always makes you happy.

She climbs back up your body, your hands on her shoulders as you feel her muscles flex. Her lips sloppily meet yours. The taste of yourself makes you moan. "My turn?" You bat your lashes up at her.

"Ok baby, you can have a turn." She flips onto her back, taking you with her. You giggle into her neck as she laughs along with you. The solemn mood from earlier is now completely replaced by love and happiness.

You kiss her jaw, her abs, then her navel before dropping down to help her shuffle her boxers off. It's red and swollen, the tip only slightly darker than the shaft.

You lick a stripe from her balls to the slit, teasing a suck at the dewey hole before trailing your tongue back down to suck her balls into your mouth. Her hips jerk and she grips the sheet as she moans.

You kiss your way back to the now angry purple tip before taking the twitching cock down your throat. You swallow and moan around it, your head bobbing frantically. She cums with a jolt of her hips, your name rolling off her tongue like a prayer.

You sit up on your heels, knees spread to show off the webs of your own cum slipping down on the sheets. Her eyes glue themselves to the sight before you snap your fingers at her.

She looks up at your full cheeks with confusion. "What-" you push your middle and ring fingers into your mouth, soak them in her cum, then push them into your weeping pussy. Her jaw drops. You swallow the rest with a big gulp, bouncing your hips on your hand.

"Please?" She all but throws you face first into the pillows so she can take your fingers out and fuck you herself.

She pushes her own middle and ring fingers past your lips to steal any remaining cum before easing her fingers one at a time into your hole. "Gotta get you ready for my cock." You can only nod and beg as Abby steals away any thoughts you could possess that aren't her. "Fuck you're so tight for me." When you're loose and almost ready to cum again, you reach under you and guide her to your ready pussy. "Are you sure?" She checks one last time.

"Please mommy."

Abby lets you guide her in before she plows your needy little hole. Your ass meets her hips with loud claps and high moans, your eyes rolling back as her tip kisses your womb.

Abby makes sure you're done cumming before holding you down and pushing as deep as she can get, whimpering in your ear and her cum fills your needy pussy. Aftershocks of your orgasm cause you to flutter around her and help her come down from her high.

"So....... Can I make the bed tonight?" You wiggle your hips when she pulls out, cum dribbling down onto the messy sheets.

#no men allowed #no minors allowed #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby tlou2 #abby smut #abby the last of us 2 #abby x reader #reader x abby

[waffliesinyoface]

also since i haven't gone to bed yet, other characters' thoughts on trans-girl-shirou-emiya:

Taiga: shirou is her precious little sister. approximately 130% more jokes about shirou being a good housewife someday except they're not really jokes anymore are they? also thinks it's cute that shirou liked magical girls SO much she decided to become a girl. i know she's not actually that dumb but she does get caught up in her own brand of insanity that i think its entirely possible that she would very seriously tell shirou to be careful around boys, because pregnancy is no joke, shirou. it does not occur to either of them that shirou cannot actually become pregnant.

Sakura: im gonna be honest i dont entirely have a handle on sakura's inner monologue but i think this just makes her feelings for shirou way more complex but in New and Intersting ways but also i dont think she would realize for a long time that "being a lesbian" is like. possible.

Tohsaka: 1000% thought shirou was cis up until she comes over to stay at the emiya household at which point her entire brain screeches to a halt because "someone this pretty?? used to be a guy¹?? huh??" On non-UBW routes she eventually morphs into Halimede

Saber: gonna be honest i dont think saber cares about gender at all, and their relationship would be identical to canon

Ilya: Albrecht told her all about the "son" kiritsugu adopted but i think learning that shirou became kiritsugu's daughter instead (ignoring that transitioning only happened after kiritsugu died) would drive her insane. But also initially she wouldn't even realize who shirou was because she wasn't looking for a girl, so ilya'a first impression of shirou was "random nice girl". makes more housewife jokes than taiga does.

Shinji: the vibes are fucking atrocious

Ayako: is the closest thing FSN has to a butch lesbian. do the math. she wants shirou to come back to archery club so bad for reasons that definitely dont have anything to do with shirou's abs.

Archer: if archer transitioned too, their relationship is identical to canon. if archer didn't, then they're SO mad. so fucking mad.

Lancer: he was already kind of annoyed at having to kill shirou on the first night in canon, being ordered to kill a woman would leave a bad taste in his mouth. like he would still do it but he would complain, the whole time.

Rider: I know that shirou borrows books from her in Hollow Axtaria which is very cute. In this timeline some of those books are Books of Sapphos' Poetry. The dream sequence where she steals some mana is identical.

Caster: Honestly i feel like she would be transphobic. Like it just seems in line with her being awful.

Gilgamesh: if you thought he was sexist before you havent seen anything yet

Kirei: Honestly I feel like he would be happy for Shirou achieving some level of self actualization but this would not stop him from being The Worst

¹fsn takes place in the 90s, that is exactly the type of phrasing she would use

#fate/stay night

[joohanisms]

imagine gaon, after shooting the rtw gyn episode sends the preview to his girlfriend, and she became soo needy that she asks him to come asap home because she wants to be fucked by his sweet boyfriend <//3

omg here we go i'm sorry it's so short :-(

jiseok + lowkey desperate texting 💭💫

cw: begging, brief mention of masturbation and cockwarming

he should NOT have sent you anything. he's going to be in trouble.

not because of the company; because of you.

he wishes he had recorded it somehow. he sent you a cute little greeting and the preview – when you eventually replied, he received a hi baby!! back that was quickly followed by a i need you immediately.

i'm really sorry baby i can't leave right now :(

he knows damn well what you're implying. if anyone were to be in the same room as he was, they would've seen him smirk.

still have a few hours to go

please jiseokie please please my prettiest boy

he didn't expect you to comply, if he's being honest. that's not usually your thing.

i know you don't have band practice today

come over you can practice here later

after you fuck me dumb

honey i can't just leave

as much as he'd be delighted to tend to your requests, he has to keep his mind straight.

and you don't even have an amp for me to practice properly

ofc you can

pack up and go through the doors

i have a neighbor 3 floors down that has one believe me i've heard it

he wouldn't mind borrowing it

and if he does i'll just steal it

just please. please come over

baby, i can't.

do you want the company to fire me? how will i afford your overpriced starbucks drinks then :(

i couldn't give less of a shit about starbucks rn

please just. i need you

babyyyyyyyyy stop tempting me

i'll come over when i'm done, okay?

jiseok i miss you so bad

please

i need you now, not when you're done

and then you send him a photo of yourself, from your point of view — a naked stomach, followed by cute panties and your hand sneaking under the band.

ji please

i'll have to touch myself if you don't come over rn

and i don't want to. my fingers are not big enough you know that

plus i'll be done by the time you finally show up and you won't get as much as head

fuck, okay. he's being tempted and thoroughly convinced. he starts packing up.

not even a handjob for your sweaty kickboxing boyfriend? :-(

i'm joking i'm joking

start touching yourself though. i'll be another 10 minutes

want you nice and wet for me when i get there

but not too much. you know i'm the only one that gets to have your sloppy cunt

he's calling himself an uber – the bus be damned, he doesn't have the time for that – when your next message comes through.

fuck

are you on your way???

i'll leave the door unlocked for you

pls lock it when you come in though home invasion is not sexy

m sorry i'm trying to distract myself

so close but not enough. need you

he lets you simmer on your own words until he's inside the car and can properly hide the tent in his sweatpants.

yes baby omw

hold on a little longer

gonna fuck you like you deserve

and then have you cockwarm me while i practice

you're not getting away with making me leave work

#xdinary heroes fanfic #xdinary heroes imagine #xdh imagines #xdh smut #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes smut #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh hard hours #xdinary heroes x reader smut #gaon smut #gaon imagine #gaon x reader #kwak jiseok imagine #kwak jiseok smut #kwak jiseok x reader

[dyns33]

Bullet Train

I'm in my Brad Pitt's moment, so here's a Ladybug x female reader story.

He was the unluckiest man in the world.

Maria could give him all the nicknames she wanted to ward off fate, matched with lucky charms and incantations, Ladybug knew he was unlucky.

All the work with Gary was not intended to change that.

The sessions only helped him accept this reality.

Part of him considered that maybe it was karma. He had done a lot of harm, in his work, and sometimes outside of his work. He had chosen to do evil, because he could have decided to be a dentist or a hot dog seller instead of an assassin.

Even if Gary wasn't there to give him hope, Ladybug still wanted change. This was why he now only accepted simple contracts, without violence, or almost none.

That way, maybe he would end up being a little less unlucky.

Stealing a suitcase from a train should have been easy. No need for a gun. No need for violence. Almost no need for luck, the suitcase waiting for him quietly in the suitcase compartment.

Ladybug just had to take it, wait for the next stop, and get off the train.

Super easy.

The easiest job of his entire career.

And it had absolutely nothing to do with the stupid nickname Maria and the others had decided to give him for his return to the field.

It didn't take long for him to realize that it wouldn't be that easy.

There were other people on the train, a lot of people, who also wanted the suitcase. Getting it was the easy part. Now he had to survive and escape.

Since no one yet knew who had the suitcase, he decided to play the normal passage, who had nothing to do with this mess. If he tried anything more complicated, his bad luck might play tricks on him.

He then approached another passenger who was returning from the bar car with an iced tea, pretending to crash into her by accident.

"Oh ! Sorry, so sorry ! Are you okay ? I'm really sorry, I can go get you another one."

"No, it will be fine. Thank you."

"I insist. I wasn't looking where I was going, I'm really stupid. My therapist says that I need to pay more attention to what's around me, focus on the present moment. He's very gifted, he has a lot of very intelligent sentences."

"I have no doubt about it."

"Please let me make it up to you. Your sweater is soaked. I'm confused, really. Let's sit down, I must have some tissues in my jacket."

This was how Ladybug met Y/N.

He didn't really like involving civilians in his missions, but sometimes it was necessary. He would make sure nothing happened to her. She wouldn't even know that she had spoken with a dangerous criminal, to help him escape from several dangerous criminals.

No, they were just going to have a good time talking, until the next stop.

"This Maria shouldn't make fun of you, it's good to see a specialist when you need one, and there's no reason to be ashamed of it."

"Exactly !" Ladybug exclaimed with joy. "My boss doesn't understand this at all. It's very nice of her to say that my old self was great, but I didn't like it. I wanted to change, and Gary helps me a lot."

"I don't know what you were like before, but you look calm and happy. You still need to look ahead, but I think you're on the right track."

"Sorry again about the iced tea. I can definitely buy you another one if you want."

“No, thank you, that’s nice Mike.”

Ladybug didn't know why he said that his name was Mike. Maybe because it was classy, and he needed to give a credible name, and it was quite close to his real name, which he wasn't allowed to give.

They had only been talking for fifteen minutes, and he felt a real connection with Y/N. He couldn't explain it, but she listened to him, and what she said was clever, and he really wanted to know her better.

It had been a real chance to meet her.

The bad luck was that it happened during a mission.

The agents had every right to have a life. They could even be honest about their work with their family, if they signed certain documents. But under the current circumstances, there was little chance that he would be tolerated for him to keep in touch with Y/N.

Too risky.

The job was to get in and out of the train, taking the suitcase, without being spotted.

"You travel a lot ?" Y/N asked him with her soft voice and sparkling eyes, showing that she was really interested in what he was going to say.

“I think I’ve been everywhere.”

“It’s impossible, I don’t believe you !”

"Oh, but it's true. My job requires me to go everywhere. It's beautiful and tiring. A little depressing too, you end up getting bored and no longer impressed at all. Gary always told me take the time to admire the place where I am, as well as the people around me."

“That’s good advice.”

“I'm applying it right now, and I think yeah, it's really good advice.”

Y/N smiled, biting her lip slightly. How long had it been since he last flirted ? Outside of work anyway, not to get out of a complicated situation, even if he spoke with Y/N to get out of a complicated situation.

Now that he thought about it, it must have been several months, and the last attempts had been disasters, like all the relationships he had tried to have. He was also unlucky in love. Ladybug never stood a chance.

He was about to ask Y/N a question to show her that he was also interested in what she had to say, when his phone rang. Maria, of course.

"My boss." he sighed, waving his phone. "I have to answer."

“You don’t have to get up.”

"Unfortunately, I have to. Confidential informations."

“I can watch your place and your things if you want.”

It wasn't a good idea to leave the suitcase. Someone might take it, hurting Y/N. But he also couldn't walk around on the train with the suitcase, while he was answering the phone. It was difficult to defend yourself with a phone in one hand and a suitcase in the other.

"… Okay, but could you put my suitcase between your leg and the wall ? It's very important, I don't want anyone trying to take it."

“Sure, no worries.”

No one could see the suitcase there, so Ladybug was reassured and he went to answer Maria with a calm and satisfied mind. It only took two minutes, he calculated. The time to tell his boss that everything was fine, he had the suitcase, and he would soon get off the train.

She was calling to tell him he would have to get off the train soon.

Ladybug wanted to thank her for wasting two precious minutes with Y/N, who he would never see again, but he restrained himself. That would have wasted even more time, and he shouldn't have to go through the hassle of solving a problem. Gary would have been proud of him.

When he came back to sit down, Y/N asked him if everything was okay, handing him back the suitcase.

"I have to get off at the next stop, which makes me very desperate. I wish I could have spent more time… on the train…"

With you.

Well, he hadn't flirted in a long time, but Ladybug had enough experience to know that this sentence was way too quick and ridiculous.

"I understand. I'll stay there, but it won't be the same."

Maybe not. But too late, the train was already starting to brake, and they entered the station.

He asked her if she really didn't want an iced tea. Y/N gave him a beautiful smile, wishing him a good end to his trip to Tokyo.

They left each other like this, without exchanging numbers. She had seemed like she wanted it, but probably she was waiting for him to propose it. Unfortunately he didn't have the right to do so.

Ladybug then went to the meeting point where he had to give the suitcase to his contact. Super easy mission, no problem, no need for a gun at all.

This was what he said as he gave the package to the man waiting for it. That didn't make him smile. He smiled even less as he opened the suitcase. Ladybug didn't even know what was supposed to be in it, he hadn't asked.

Later, Maria would tell him that there should have been a lot of money, and a USB stick had very important information regarding a mafia gang.

"… It's for you." the man said in a monotone voice, handing him a piece of paper which he took out of the suitcase.

"What's this ? A secret code ?"

"No," the man said, and it sounded a lot like a way of saying 'idiot'.

It wasn't easy to tell if he was an idiot or not from reading the paper. Maybe a little bit. Like it was not easy to tell if he was as unlucky as he claimed.

The message was short and simple.

'Thanks "Mike". Call me for an iced tea' with a number next to it.

Out of all the passengers he could have chosen to hide with, Ladybug had chosen one who wanted to take the suitcase, and he had literally given it to her for two minutes, which was enough for Y/N to empty it.

He wondered if Y/N was her real name. They had to have the same rules when they were on a mission.

Really, Ladybug didn't have much luck. But he got Y/N's number without even having to ask, so maybe he wasn't the unluckiest man in the world, but just a little.

He would talk to Gary about it at their next session to see what he thought about all that.

#bullet train #ladybug #ladybug x reader #ladybug bullet train

[melishade]

I love the idea that Megatron has a totally different relationship with Rose compared to Maria. He's such a girl dad, yet he butts heads with Rose? Like, is Rose to Megatron what Baby Groot is the Drax?

Previous episode of the Peaceful Timeline

Megatron: You sit on a throne of lies, child.

Rose: You're just mad I beat you at Hnefatafl.

Listen, Megatron loves Rose. She's an...overall good kid. And it's nice to have someone else not look at him with fear. But he is convinced that all the anger and deceit and pettiness that should have been in Oshern got syphoned into that one!

Like he had no problems with Maria. He has a strong attachment to her because she's the first being in a long time to look at him without fear. Meanwhile, with Rose, he feels like she has it out for him. She will find a way to twist his arm to get what she wants!

Megatron: Rose, I need you to not say anything when it comes to stuff we're not supposed to do.

Rose: Depends on what I get in return.

Megatron: Are you serious?!

Rose: If I'm risking something for you, I need to be paid back.

Megatron: I don't know if I should be angry with you or proud. Fine, I will get you more of those fancy art supplies you've been asking for.

Rose: Are you going to steal it?

Megatron: Really?!

Rose: Papa (Oshern) runs an honest business practice. It's rude to steal.

Megatron: Fine! I will work it off! Just keep your mouth shut!

Their relationship is very uncle-niece vibes. Ymir and Oshern do notice the pettiness that starts between them and tries to stop it, but Optimus just asks them to let this happen.

Oshern: Why exactly are we letting them argue like this?

Optimus drinking some energon: Payback.

Oshern: What?!

Rose's relationship with everyone is also significantly different compared to Megatron. She relishes in the attention Ymir gives her through head pats and hugs and thinks her mom is beautiful. She admires her father and asks him about his work and his life before Ymir. She thinks he's a good cook too. She definitely sees Optimus as a mentor and asks about the knowledge of the universe and he's more than happy to oblige. Rose's relationship with Maria is fairly close despite the age difference. But it didn't start out that way.

Initially Maria started getting jealous of all the attention Rose was getting as a baby. She's always crying, doesn't move much, and everyone is fretting over her. It takes a little time for everyone to notice, but Megatron is the one who notices first. Maria explains how she feels and Megatron rather tactlessly says:

"Well of course she needs more attention. She's a baby, and babies are stupid."

"Megatron," Optimus scolded while Ymir slapped him in the arm.

Megatron then takes the baby from Oshern and holds her in front of Maria. Megatron explains relativity, calls the baby stupid, but there's no reaction. She can't even look Maria in the eye properly. She has no protective shell and the only thing she can do is cry.

"Your responsibility, as her sister, is to protect her, and be her guide," Megatron told Maria, "She will one day look to you for support, but you cannot resent her for something beyond her control."

Optimus reminds Maria that they still love her, and they are sorry for neglecting her and her needs. They end up making a schedule that allows them to spend more time with each other. But Maria ends up maturing and taking on a much more serious role in protecting Rose. They go on walks together, Maria teaches her stuff, etc. They still have their sibling spats and arguments, but when Rose questioned her own purpose in the universe. Maria gave her an honest answer: She didn't know. But she was happy that Rose was in her life none the less.

(When Maria ultimately goes on her journey with Megatron around the world, Rose definitely feels upset at the loss. Even though she has more space since they shared a room.)

#attack on prime #transformers prime #tfp #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #aot #send me asks #asks #ao3 #tfp megatron #megatron #snk rose #original characters #original character #oc #attack on titan oc #what if optimus appeared during founder ymir's time aka the peaceful timeline #maccadam #macadam #tfp optimus #optimus prime #tfp optimus prime #ymir fritz #maria fritz

[kil-luna]

Do u make izuku content? If yes, can you do one about the reader confessing but scared to do so since she's the type to be cold and the thought of confessing is hard. But if you dont that's totally fine too! <3

Hi! I tried to make one ASAP because I wanted to answer this before I get on my flight. Please do forgive me if this is kinda scuffed. I hope you like it though. I've been thinking of writing for other characters nowadays.

Liking Izuku Midoriya is something else.

You liked Izuku Midoriya for a long time now. He fits everyone's standards, to be honest. He has always caught your eye. And even more so when you discovered that he didn't always did well. It made you fall for him because you saw his efforts, climbing his way to the top. However, you never confessed. It has always bothered you.. because you didn't know how to. You didn't want to. You thought that you and him won't make a good couple. He is a ray of sunshine, always smiling and being his kind self. You, however, are more of the introverted type. You didn't like talking to people, and you only spoke whenever necessary. It would be weird to be with him. That is why you only settled with being close friends with him. Since he is so nice, he didn't really mind being friends with someone who didn't have the same personality as him.

But lately people have been talking to you asking you about your "boyfriend" and you are bewildered. When you asked them what they meant they simply answered, "You and Midoriya are dating, right?" and then you wondered if you two always acted that way.

That can't be, though. Izuku definitely didn't harbor any feeling like that for you.

With this thought in mind, you were flustered. That's why you have been avoiding him lately. You didn't exactly know how to act around him anymore because of the idea of people thinking that you two are dating.

This didn't go unnoticed in Izuku's part, though. The greenhead was afraid and under the impression that he did something wrong to you. And you hate how you forgot how pushy this guy can be, so how the hell are you going to drive him away right now that he is at your door, asking what he did wrong? "It isn't anything you did! Besides, I said I wasn't avoiding you. " he didn't buy anything you said. "Is it because I almost leaned in to kiss you that day?" he is so persistent. "I told you! It wasn't— wait. What? You tried to kiss me?" he was silent on the other part of the door. You were dying out of curiosity. You've always had a good ear, and you don't tend to mishear things. You finally opened the door and you are met with a small figure of him looking down his feet. It's cute, really... because Izuku is by no means small anymore. He has grown over the past few years, especially now that you are already in your last year in UA. But seeing him bowing his head, looking at anywhere but you makes him seem like he is so tiny.

He is so flustered, because he felt like he did something illegal. "W-when... you were asleep. Back at the living room, when we were watching a movie. Nobody else was in our side of the couch. Everyone was engrossed in the movie. I tried to steal a kiss from you. I thought, maybe you weren't asleep. Maybe you felt my lips b-brush.... slightly in your cheeks. I AM SO SORRY Y/N I WILL NEVER—" you cut him off from his rambling. "But why would you kiss me?" he finally looked at you after you fired him that question. "Uh. Because... I want to?" he looks so confused. "But why... would you want to?"

"Because I like you? Isn't that normal?"

Ah. Liking Izuku Midoriya really is something. Why did you even think you had to confess in the first place?

#Izuku #Izuku Midoriya #bnha #boku no hero academia #midoriya fluff #fluff #midoriya x reader #i am so sorry if this didn't live up to your expectations #this is so short i just realized #aaaaaa god #aly tries to write

[moonchild-things]

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Stepping Stone

Summary: Shōyō Hinata loves volleyball! There is no doubt that all he really thinks about is volleyball. His sister, however, isn’t the same way. Sakura is ready to start her first year of high school at Karasuno with her twin brother and doesn’t really want to do anything, unlike Shōyō. Though she can’t help it when she gets dragged into the antics of the volleyball club.

Word Count: 3738

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A/n: HAPPY NEW YEAR WELCOME TO 2024! I got back from a family vacation to Aruba so my mind is still on vacation mode lol I finished a chapter tho! 

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THE SAME OLD, SAME OLD WAS HAPPENING in the Karasuno photography club. Wada Katski and Ito Miki were arguing, not surprising. It had started with Shimada telling the club about the finishing touches for the set up and layout for the gallery that was about an hour away from starting. Then Wada had made a suggestion, one that Ito disagreed with, and then the bickering ensued. 

Sakura had already tuned the pair out as she’s gotten used to it by now. Besides she had her own internal debate to deal with right now. When she had first been given the topic for this gallery, there was an instant idea that popped into her head. Who did she really find inspiration? Who did she see as her hero? That was obviously her brother. People might think that it was cute for her to think of her twin brother as her hero and looked up(more like down) to him and his passions. Though after their fight, after her own realization, she found herself seeing that her constant need to have him a part of every aspect of her life and vice versa was not too healthy. 

It left quite a bit of a bitter taste in her mouth, if she were to be honest. She was obviously going to keep this topic for her entry into the gallery. It was too late for her to change it. Though it wasn’t like she really wanted to. Even if they had this fight, it didn't mean she didn't value him any less.

If anything, she was using this moment as a stepping stone, at least in her eyes. One of the last odes to her brother before she finally goes all in on finding who she is as a person. A dedication to him, going to the Tokyo practice camp as her one last volleyball adventure for them both also being a part of that. Perhaps she should have said that she wasn’t going to go. Just like the last training camp, she didn’t really think that there was a need for her to be there. Getting a few photos would be nice, but she didn’t have to be there the entire time.

That was something she usually wondered about. Why Ukai and Takeda let her tag along for so long. It wasn’t like she was a manager or anything. She didn’t provide all too much, in her eyes, to the team besides helping Yachi and Kiyoko with some managerial stuff. Perhaps she made some comments about the guys and how they played, but nothing more. Maybe they had her there because she was a good way to reign in her brother and Kageyama sometimes. Whatever the reason is, she didn’t really care. She got the opportunity to be with her brother, and she was grateful for that. Though she certainly wouldn’t be asking to go along after this one. Doubt she’d really be missed, she might miss getting to see Kiyoko and the others she tolerated most days, but it would have to happen. The real question was whether she would miss it herself.

Just as Sakura was going to continue over-thinking things about her and her brother, it seemed like the bickering that had been happening in the background had suddenly become nonexistent. Looming over the once arguing pair, the angelic Mori was giving them a closed-eyed smile. Quite a menacing aura surrounding her and stealing the breath from the others in the room.  

“I think that the layout would look better with Yokoyama placed here, Ito, Shimada, Wada, Hinata and myself.” She gave them all an angelic smile that had an edge to it. Despite giving them a pleasant expression, they all knew that she was daring any of them to speak up again. A silent threat that no one wanted to see her make a promise. It caused them all to shiver, even Sakura who never really gets scared by anything.

Shimada clapped her hands loudly, causing the others to jump, “well, with that settled, we should get these to the art club too. Wada take these to them, please.”

The boy pouted, “Oh, why me?” Though he did just take the papers from her without saying anything else.

“Because you annoyed me the most, now let’s go!” Wada, sulking just a little bit, but doing as he was told. As he left, Ito stuck her tongue out at him, just being as childish as possible. Shimada then spun to scold her, “Ito! Stop antagonizing him! Now you and Yokoyama make sure that the displays are all set.”

Yokoyama stood up and saluted, “yes, ma’am.” So they grabbed Ito and started to drag her away to do as they were told. All the while, the mousy second-year was complaining about Wada as they went. Though after the two start going, it’s normal for Ito to start whining about him.

So that left Shimada, Mori and Sakura in the club room. With most of the preparations more or less done, besides some odds and ends that have to be taken care of, things were going smoothly as usual. That meant that the president and vice-president could relax. So while the others were tying up those loose ends, Shimada took this as an opportunity to slide over to Sakura.

“So are you excited?” She asked the younger girl, “Last time you were obviously quite anxious about it, so you must have gotten over your nerves this time!”

Sakura pursed her lips, “That’s not entirely how it works. But I am less nervous this time.” The initial fear of showing others her work was more or less overcome last time. She had grown confident enough in herself and her photography to be in the gallery. So it certainly wasn’t like she was going to be nervous about it this time.

“Great!” Shimada smiled, nearly jumping for joy. Obviously, she was happy for her underclassmen and her getting over her nerves. The last thing that she would want is for Sakura to end up as nervous as she was last time. “You’ll definitely enjoy this one more, I think.”

She shrugged her shoulders, “maybe.” Though she knew that Shimada was right. However, she wouldn’t want to admit that Shimada was right to her face, that would just cause the older girl’s ego to grow bigger. Sakura definitely doesn't need that, in her opinion.

Shimada nodded her head, content with her underclassmen’s lack of nerves over this. “I’m gonna finish up anything and make sure the set up is the right way.” With a short pat on Sakura’s head, Shimada skipped out of the room to supervise anything that she could find to keep herself occupied.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Mori’s angelic voice asked, now that it was just her and Sakura in the room. She sat down on the chair in front of Sakura with a slightly apprehensive, yet encouraging, expression on her porcelain face. “I know that your subject is probably going to be a bit… awkward to talk about.”

Sakura thought for a moment, really trying to think about this. Yes, the subject of her photos, her hero, really was going to be awkward to talk about. Even more so if he did actually show up to the gallery. It certainly was a thought that had crossed her mind. More like it hadn’t really left her mind all too much. She cleared her throat, “I’m more than happy with who I chose as my hero. It's not like I could lie to myself about who I have viewed as my hero for basically my entire life, you know.” She drummed her fingers on the table in front of her. “My hero has always been my brother. He’s resilient and stubborn, determined and certainly never one to back down from a challenge. He’s also quite an idiot, but he has his moments.”

Mori gave her a sweet smile, “having a brother you admire is adorable, you know.” There are times that Mori wished that she had siblings. Younger or older, brother or sister, it didn’t matter to her. Though she then hears some stories about her friends and their siblings that makes her glad to not have one. Still doesn’t stop her from thinking about what it would be like.

She supposed that she could see her closest friends as siblings. Shimada was very much a sister to her, since they had joined the photography club in their first-year. The others who have come and gone in their little club held a place in her heart. She values her friends as much as she would family. Sakura certainly was a part of that sentiment too, even if they weren’t that close with each other. Mori was more than aware that Sakura liked to keep to herself, only opening up every once in a while. Shimada had really taken the younger girl under her wing, and Sakura really confided in her the most. So attempting to have a bit of a heart-to-heart with her, Mori figured that it was going to be a bit more difficult than with others. Though it was going pretty well for the time being.

Sakura blushed at her words, “Well, it’s not like he’s actually going to come to see it.”

There was a bitter undertone to her words. One that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to admit to. Either way she could still taste how sour her mood and words were. It definitely wasn’t pleasant. She did want her brother to be there for her, to support her in the same way that she has supported him. He has encouraged her and been to the first gallery, but who knew if he was going to be at this one. They hadn’t been talking to each other, at least the way that they usually have. So there was no telling if he would come to this. Sakura really hoped he did, even if she was still a bit annoyed with him.

Mori nodded her head, “Still, whether he’s there or not, you’re going to do amazing. He should be proud of you regardless.”

It wasn’t necessarily about if Sakura thought her brother was going to be proud of her or not. She is more than assured in the idea that no matter what argument or disagreement that the two could be in they would never stop supporting each other. No matter what he might say to her, or vice-versa, they would help each other achieve their goal. This misunderstanding wasn’t going to stop them from being family. They really just needed a moment. Though that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less. 

So this was that moment, a stepping-stone for both of the teens to skip their way onto a new chapter of their lives. A time where they could develop themselves in the right way as individuals. It could be hard right now, however, it certainly would have some happy outcomes at some point. 

Sakura let out a heavy sigh, “I just figured… This is a point that we can move onto a new point in our life. After this and the Tokyo camp, I think it’s best that Shōyō and I… do our own things. Actually, do our own things.”

“A good step forward.” Mori cheered her on. While she didn’t completely know how Sakura was feeling about this or her brother, she really hoped that this was a good thing for the both of them. The last thing that they would need is for something like this to just hurt them further. Mori didn’t want to see her good friend hurt or worse because of the relationship with her brother deteriorating further.

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Tsukishima shouldn’t be here. Really he shouldn’t. Whatever had possessed him to walk towards the commotion by the art club, was completely unknown to him. He already knew what was going on there, since he had been here for the last gallery that they had. Though that time he didn’t really have a choice. The entire team had wanted to go, and Yamaguchi had asked him to come with. Of course, he went.

Perhaps that was due to his own curiosity. He had wanted to see what Sakura had done, and how he could bully her for it. Then again, his mind flashed to the last gallery when he tried to do the same thing.

 He wasn’t exactly expecting her to stand up for herself. It kind of annoyed him. He couldn’t really get too much of a good gauge on what she was about. Yes, he knew that she was protective of her brother, that she would stand up for him no matter what. However, after having her stare him down and tell him that she was confident in herself and her work definitely threw a wrench in his mind. He thought that she would be an easy target, much like her brother, and he hates that she’s quite the enigma.

So maybe it was his curiosity gnawing at him again, or some sadistic part of his mind that wanted to try and bully her again. Still there was a smarter part of his mind yelling that it really wasn’t going to work. So why the hell was he peaking at the exhibits that people were gushing about?

As usual, there weren’t all too many people at the gallery, but that didn’t mean any of the students were less than excited. Art students were explaining their work to others, enthusiastic to show off their work. Just about everyone was more than happy to explain their work and process to anyone who was willing to listen. The only one who seemed to be not as enthusiastic was Sakura. 

He watched as she talked a bit to an eccentric third-year next to her. If he remembered correctly, that was Shimada-senpai, the president of the photography club. He doesn’t know much about the older girl, never really caring to know about anyone in this club. Then again, he could care less to know about anyone else that he didn’t deem necessary. Hell, if he didn’t have to know most of his team, he knows his life would be easier.

He did his best to spy into the room and see her work. Not wanting to be seen by her and questioned why he was there, he needed to make sure that she wouldn't see him. The last thing he needs is her smug face looking up at him because he was caught.

He rolled his eyes when he saw the few shots that she was displaying. Her brother. Of course they were of him. Who else would they be about? Apparently there was something about Heroes for this gallery's theme. Not that he was really paying too much attention. Though it didn't surprise him that it was her brother that she used for her hero. Everything in her life was about him, so why would this be any different?

“Why don’t you go in?”

Tsukishima jumped a bit at the sudden voice next to him. He certainly wouldn’t admit it but it nearly gave him a heart attack. Perhaps he was too stuck in his own head to realize anyone could walk up on him. He turned to see that it was Yamaguchi.

The green-haired boy smiled at him and asked again, “Do you want to go in?”

Tsukishima grunted and turned away from his friend, “No.” He could see Yamaguchi’s expression and didn't like it all too much. It seemed like he was going to tease him about something, and it bothered him.

“I'm sure Sakura would be glad to see people she knows coming to see her work!”

Tsukishima scoffed, “I'm not here to see whatever she's done.”

Yamaguchi blinked, a tad bit confused, “so why are you standing out here like a creep?”

“I'm not being a creep!”

“So you’re just watching Sakura from afar for…?” He raised an eyebrow, proving his point that Tsukishima was being a bit creepy.

“She’s annoying,” Tsukishima clicked his tongue. 

His friend gave him a look, one that frustrated Tsukishima. Yamaguchi pursed his lips, “That isn’t an answer.”

He huffed harshly trying to say the right thing. “I don’t get how she’s able to annoy me so much. Her idiotic brother is easy to read… But I can’t understand her.” Even after being around her for a few months, he still hasn't come up with exactly how she worked. She got into 

Yamaguchi tilted his head, “So you came here to understand her?”

Had he come here because of that? Then again what was he going to understand from her by watching her from outside? “It just felt strange that she wasn’t at the practices.”

His friend’s eyes widened, “Have you been missing her?”

Tsukishima glared at him though he didn’t say anything. No. He wasn’t missing her. What was there to miss?! Though if he did go in, she would undoubtedly pester him about him showing up. Tsukishima didn’t want to have to explain himself since he wasn’t even sure why he was there. Sakura got under his skin in a way that no one else has. Tsukishima sees most people as idiots, especially the likes on his team. However, Sakura wasn’t really an idiot. He could admit that she was smart, perhaps as smart as him, though he couldn’t pinpoint why she was just… different.

“Well,” Yamaguchi said, breaking Tsukishima from his thoughts, “I’m going to go and say hi to her. If you want to keep admiring her from afar, you can.”

Tsukishima jumped at the implication, “Yamaguchi.”

“Sorry, Tsukki.” Though with the tone of voice and teasing smile on his lips, Yamaguchi didn’t seem to actually be apologizing. He seemed to be happy in this moment to tease his friend, which he rarely ever gets to do. Though he knows just how funny Tsukishima can get sometimes about Sakura. There was an inkling that Yamaguchi had a feeling as to why. Though he was going to leave it alone for the time being, since he isn’t even sure.

Tsukishima was then left to stew with his own thoughts. He watched as Yamaguchi walked up to Sakura, and the two shared some smiles as they talked about the gallery. The way that Sakura’s face brightened at the sight of her friend didn’t sit right in Tsukishima’s head, and he wasn’t sure why. 

Perhaps he was envious. Sakura had a great relationship with her brother, if not a bit too good. Was that something he wanted? Was that why his chest was tight when he thought about her smirk and narrowed eyes? Not that he should care. He gritted his teeth before marching off. Tsuikishima didn't need to worry about this. It would just annoy him further. Though it wasn't like she left his mind right away. She lingered behind in his mind and he hated that. She really was annoying him.

While on the court, Tsukishima knew that he couldn’t compare himself to Shōyō. That little ball of sunshine was the star of the court, while Tsukishima was just a stand in until Shōyō was needed again. However, when he found out about Sakura, he had thought that he could say that he was better than her. She wasn’t athletic, so he could say that he had that over her. Academic-wise, they were more or less on the same level. However, after at least figuring out that she was insecure about her photography, he felt gratification to know he could bully her for it. Maybe it was wrong of him, he only ever really did it to take his frustrations about her brother out on her. Though he didn’t care. Why would he? Though after time has passed and he’s had a moment of time without her snarky remarks in the gym… he missed it. And he couldn’t put his finger on why…

Elsewhere, also doing his best to go unnoticed, a certain decoy was hiding amongst the small crowd in the gallery. He thanked his height at this moment as he was able to keep himself from being spotted by his sister. He had wanted to come here to see what she did since she had been excited the last time they properly talked. 

Shōyō knew the theme of the gallery. How serious Sakura took these topics to heart and how important they were. He wasn't going to miss out on it, even if they weren't exactly on talking terms. He is always excited to see her happy about her work, so why would he miss out on this? Though it certainly warmed his heart, yet struck his chest with a wave of guilt, as he saw the photos that she had taken of him.

He knew that Sakura looked up to him. As she should, in his mind. He’s the big brother, so he wants to be a hero for both of his sisters. To make sure that they are safe and happy was one of his greatest goals in life. Of course, he had his personal journey to become the next Little Giant, however, his family also came first. 

Their argument was taking a toll on him. Shōyō had been reflecting on their childhood most of the time. Wrapping his head around what Sakura had said about wanting to be her own person seemed to be a bit more difficult than he thought. Their whole life, he thought that Sakura was happy. He thought that she was content with how they were never really apart. How bad of a brother is he to not have seen that?

Though after this, he was going to try. He wanted to try to completely understand what Sakura was feeling, how he could help her, and what they would do going forward. Sure, he doesn’t really see her issue all too much, but he wants to. Shōyō wants to listen to her and see where things went wrong. Maybe then she wouldn’t want to abandon him. So with the last fleeting look at his sister as she talked happily with Yamaguchi, Shōyō headed to find his bike. He had to head home to get ready for their trip for the camp. After tomorrow, he definitely was going to do what he could to make sure that Sakura really was okay.

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A/n: Ngl the chapter feels disjointed. I had something, then rewrote it entirely because it just felt wrong, and then I tried again but I wrote some of it a different times. So this chapter isn't that good. Has to be one of my worst lmao Either way next chapter is finally the Tokyo camp arc!! WOOO! Really my favorite arcs from the anime! I'm so excited! Let me know what you thought. Until the next chapter, my friends!

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[heavensentofficial]

hey so um confession. please listen to the whole thing before you answer. i took something from this girl i really like and im keeping it in my room. its just because i admire her a lot and itd be nice to just. have a little piece of her around,, nothing weird but ig its kinda weird. even if i gave it back now id still feel really guilty about having done it. so i want to know is this a sin,, and how do you think she would feel about it. like for example if you were the girl or something how would you feel about it. freaked out? flattered?? maybe???? most importantly would you cut contact with them if you found out

Hmmm... It's quite difficult to put myself in these shoes as a normal person, to be honest.

Having always been sort of a public figure, this sort of thing just. Happens. I think I have a bit of a dulled reaction compared to what most people would have. I suppose I'd be less than happy if it was something I used a lot? But otherwise, it's just... Ah. That happened. I hope whoever it was didn't see anything private in my room. I wouldn't cut contact myself, I guess?

I understand that most people find it more alarming, though. People at the temple always seem so bothered when they discover someone.

But enough about me ahaha ^^;

As for whether it's a sin... I'm unsure if the book says anything specific about this sort of thing aside from the stealing part. If you've taken something from someone and can't return it, maybe you can restore the balance by giving that person something in return?

#onlineconfessionbooth #((I need to be clear that she is fuckin downplaying here)) #((One of those situations where she doesn't Let herself be upset but under the surface uh. Is)) #((Btw in case it wasn't clear: TERRIBLE ADVICE if She wasn't brought up she'd be talking about Stopping))

[mareenavee]

34 and 5 for either Teldryn or Nyenna or both! They're so fun to read.

Hello, hello! :D These Skyrim OC asks are really fun, actually. Let's make this post go back around again! Game is here.

This'll be a fairly long one, with perhaps some things I've not spoken about much if at all for 5. (also some HC world things besides character stuff in there obviously lol)

Skyrim Asks for Nyenna, Teldryn & Athis (because I can) from my fic The World on Our Shoulders!

34. What is their most preferred weapon type? (Ex: Glass dagger, dwarven bow, etc)

Nyenna's preferred weapon is magic as we know. Specifically her Bound Bow which she learned early on with Farengar's help. In Whiterun, she trained with Aela often, if not daily, trying to get the hang of it. She's also not bad with Fire magic and Bound Swords.

Teldryn's preferred weapon is Chillrend. He's best with any one-handed swords. He is, after all the best swordsman in Morrowind. Probably in Skyrim too, to be honest, but I imagine he'd not want the province in any part of his title (: He's also not that bad with magic, though not nearly as quick about learning it as Nyenna can be. Oh what was that? How did he come across Chillrend of all things? Well! I might have a snippet for you.

“Are you going to tell everyone you meet who I am?” she asked as they began the trek out of town. Teldryn waved absently to a few of the guards who saluted him as he passed.

“I won’t have to after a while,” he said. “But no, like I said, Glover’s a friend and we’re Guildmates. He’d have found out from someone else anyway and been disappointed in me.”

“Couldn’t imagine why,” Nyenna muttered dryly. She waved dismissively. “What guild, by the way?”

“Thieves’ Guild, in Riften,” Teldryn said. He unsheathed the sword he carried at his side. The icy blue glass glinted, even with the clouds of ash blocking most of the light. “It’s where I got this.”

“Nice. It’s enchanted…strongly, actually. Frost?” Nyenna said, leaning close to examine it.

“Exactly. And Paralysis, sometimes. It’s named Chillrend. I got it off the corpse of some bastard who was harassing my friend and embezzling money from the Guild. That’s a whole story itself – and the reason I even got in with them to begin with,” Teldryn boasted. “Do you have a problem with thieves? Would you want to meet any of my friends in the Guild?”

“Well, no not exactly. Gods know I had to steal plenty to survive over the years. I don’t know that I’ll necessarily have…ehm…time for guilds, though. After this, eventually, I’ll need to go home and – ”

“You don’t look like the type,” Teldryn interrupted. Nyenna sighed.

“It’s my understanding that thieves generally…shouldn’t,” Nyenna said.

Athis is also fairly fast and prefers one-handed swords. He's terrible with magic, so he relies on his not-inconsiderable strength instead. He uses Skyforge Steel whenever possible. Usually a sword, but sometimes a dagger. He also carries a small hunting knife as well.

5. What were they doing before their adventure officially began?

Nyenna's adventure began, I think, the night she crossed the border into Skyrim. She had no idea of the kind of adventure she was stepping into, of course, or who she would become. But here's the events that led up to that catalyst.

The first being the night before Helgen. She and Eris had been moving under the cover of darkness from Bruma to try and cross the border into Skyrim relatively undetected. They hadn't slept in a couple days, having been spotted trying to resupply in town, despite not seeing any obvious in-uniform Thalmor. But of course, that doesn't mean anything. All it took was to slow down for a second for the Justiciars to find them and begin pursuit. It had been close, but at one point they believed for sure that they were on the other side of it. They didn't know that Skyrim was also swarming with Thalmor or much about the Civil War at all. There had been rumors, but nothing definite and no time to confirm -- at least not in Nyenna's case. We're not sure about Eris and what he knew. It must have been dangerous information, because rather than being captured, he was eliminated on sight right on the border in the middle of the night. All it took was one wrong turn, and they were cornered. Nyenna escaped by the will of one God or the next, and we know how this part of her story begins.

Teldryn had his life on pause, more or less, before Nyenna showed up and changed all that for him. He has a sort of innate restlessness that he tries and often fails to ignore, despite everything. That said, I do actually have a whole chapter about the few weeks of Teldryn's life before this adventure starts for him. It has one of my favorite titles I've ever decided on, too! He needs a whole post -- no, probably more like multiple one-shot stories to cover bits and pieces of his time before Raven Rock in 4E201-2, so we'll save that idea for later (:

And now onto the tea for Athis. We know what he was doing before Nyenna showed up. He didn't know how much his life would change just by rescuing her with the help of his friends, though. He was and still is a Companion. He'd been out with Vilkas and Farkas on the way home to Whiterun when she'd been attacked by Vampires. We know this. So how about further back? What about before Athis made it to Whiterun? What about before even his time in Windhelm? What about what things were like for him in Morrowind? Yes, I think that will do. I had hinted at this a little in a couple earlier chapters in his perspective, but he suppresses these memories as much as he can. Who wouldn't? This he hasn't even told Nyenna, his wife. He has secrets, too, and he tries hard to make sure they never see the light.

He had been part of the resurgence of the Camonna Tong in New Balmora. Not by choice. Never by choice. He would have died without their interference, though. He had been an urchin, abandoned as a child in the slums, left in the care of a shoeless priest and one of the last, last remnants of tribunal worship (though he did not preach by this point) who did whatever he could to feed the orphans of New Balmora. (This priest character, actually, is inspired directly by a one from a book. Kudos if you can guess which.)

The major point of no return happened to Athis when he was around 21 (so same lifestage of about 14 if he was human.) He'd been on his own for some time, but would share whatever he could steal with the other orphans and the priest and be on his way. Athis, however, was prone to illnesses of all sorts, mostly due to malnutrition and other such complications, so sometimes he'd still have to stay in the moldy, ashen basement with the other orphans. All of this made it hard to stay healthy enough to be as careful and quiet as he should when he could manage to get out.

On one such occasion, he'd been caught trying to steal from a mark who happened to be Camonna Tong, though he didn't know. It'd been a rumor they'd been back in business, but where was unknown to most by then. All young Athis knew is the man had money and that he was starving. Of course he got caught, and rather than being killed -- it wouldn't do even for the scum that the Camonna Tong are to off a teenager in the middle of the street -- he was brought into the guild and given a choice. Pay back for the crime or die a cruel and miserable death in the darkness.

It didn't seem like much of a choice. Except it would be a debt that none could ever afford to reckon with, and Athis wasn't even the only one in his exact same situation. What else could he do, terrified as he was? Work for them or die. And what if he tried to escape? He learned the hard way that even when you think you have nothing, they still can take things from you. The priest, for instance, was a casualty of his first escape attempt a year later. And that cowed him. He wouldn't be able to escape at all for another 8 years. 8 years of doing the bidding of a group of nasty, evil people. 8 years of blood on his hands, no matter how young he was. 8 full years of horror he'd otherwise forget. He did escape at great personal cost, because again, he wasn't the only one pressed into this kind of service, and allies outside of the Camonna Tong were hard to come by. He was the only one to get out alive, and only just barely. Thank whatever Gods would listen that it was nearly impossible for him to be followed the route he fled through. He faced mortal danger from both directions and somehow survived it all.

I think he joined the Companions because deep down he might still be trying to make up for what he'd had no choice but to do. Like if he could just do enough good, the darkness would disappear from him. All of it still lurks deep down, though. It can't be forgotten, as hard as he tries.

#Sorry for those of you who love Athis #He's a tragic bean too just like the other two #AskMareena #MareenaWrites #The World on Our Shoulders #Nyenna #Athis #Teldryn Sero #LDB/Athis #LDB/Teldryn Sero #Skyrim #Morrowind #elder scrolls #fanficblr #writblr #writeblr #tesblr

[scarlettdragnastan]

The Lies We Tell Ourselves- An ACOSF/ACOTAR fanfic.

Chapter 2

"How was lunch with Nesta?" Azriel asked as Cassian and him made their way to Windhaven where the Valkyries in training are waiting for them. The weather was nice and both males agreed that flying is the preferable method of transport today rather than winnowing.

"It was great." Cassian beamed, "We've talked about the mating ceremony and I asked for her opinion on everything. She seemed on board with pretty much everything actually. I'm really excited."

Azriel smiled softly at his brother; he seemed happy and Azriel couldn't remember when Cassian was genuinely this excited and happy.

"I can't wait until the mating ceremony next week, it will be great." Cassian nodded. Azriel hummed in answer and patted his brother's shoulder. "Did you figure out why Emerie and Gwyn were glaring at you the entire week?"

At that, Cassian's happy demeanor deflated and Azriel wanted to slap himself. "No, Nesta didn't know, and I didn't pester her for more." Cassian shrugged, "After lunch, we took a stroll in the city and then went to the house for a couple of hours."

"Mmhm." Azriel raised an eyebrow and elbowed Cassian in the ribs, "Couldn't even wait for a week."

Cassian snorted and a smirk formed on his lips, "What can I say? She drives me crazy."

In truth, Cassian has not been able to stop thinking about Emerie and Gwyn lately.  He didn't want them to be angry with him, and he can't stop thinking about what he might have done to offend them. Both females are important to Nesta, and they are both his friends, so if he did anything to cause this rift he'd like to know and fix it- preferably before the ceremony. Which is why, Cassian has decided that he will confront both females today after training, and apologize for whatever he's done.

When they finally arrived, they saw the females already warming up, and Cassian jogged up to Nesta to steal a quick peck which earned them unamused glares from Azriel and Emerie, but it didn't matter because Nesta's smile was enough to make him forget everything around him. She doesn't smile like this often, but when she does, she lights up his entire world.

After training, he asked if he can talk to Emerie and Gwyn alone and Nesta gave him a questioning look which he responded to with a reassuring smile. "I just need to ask them something. Want to head to that new bookstore with me afterwards?"

Nesta gave him a puzzled look but shrugged when he wouldn't give in and tell her what he wants. She'll just interrogate him later. Or interrogate Emerie and Gwyn.

"Want to get water with me?" Azriel asked her and she nodded. Once they were out of earshot, Cassian turned to the two remaining females.

"I just want to know if I did something to offend you two? And if I did I would like to apologize."

Emerie snorted, "We are not the ones who need an apology from you."

Cassian tilted his head in confusion and Gwyn sighed in exasperation. "Nesta! She's the one you should apologize to after what you put her through! You made her cry!"

Cassian's blood ran cold and his breath hitched. 

You made Nesta cry.

The words kept repeating in his mind over and over again.

"Look, just because you are mates, it doesn't mean you guys have to maintain the bond. It's okay to let her go so she can find someone who loves her and actually respects her wishes."

Cassian stood there like a deer in headlights, because he didn't understand where this was coming from and his brain was working extra time trying to figure it out. Find someone who actually loves her? His fists clenched at the thought of Nesta with another male. Cassian would fucking die for Nesta. 

"What do you mean? I love Nesta! I would do anything for her!"

"No you won't." Emereie scowled. "You won't and you know it. Cassian you're a good and kind male, but what you're doing to Nesta is not okay. She actually loves you, and she'd do anything for you- even give up her own life and choices. The least you could do is be honest with her and with yourself."

Every new word she's uttering is making Cassian more confused and angry. Because no one has the right to question his love for Nesta. Not when he has been ready to stab himself if it meant the damn mortal queen wouldn't order him to kill Nesta. He took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down.

"I am honest with myself. I love Nesta."

"Are you sure you are not shackled to her?"

Cassian stumbled back. Emereie's words hitting him like a super powered punch, the pain equal to the pain he endured when his wings were broken. He had said those words to Nesta. Said them and then forgot about it, but they made Nesta cry.

Mental images of the last time Nesta cried in front of him flooded his minds, and  his head roared. His heart ached. His eyes welled up with tears as he remembered all the derogatory words she said about herself. About all the negative thoughts she has of herself. 

The look that crossed her face when he mentioned she’d fall and break all her bones...

This made his heart skip a beat, and he recalled how she gazed up at him, eyes full with love when Briallyn ordered him to kill. Nesta looked up at him trying to convey all her love through her eyes, but she also looked up at him like it was goodbye. Like it was goodbye and she was at peace with it- like she wanted it.

Cassian's breathing became ragged, and his wide eyes cleared again as he took in the two females in front of him.

"You say you want this mating ceremony, but Cassian I don't think you truly mean it. I think you just like the idea of the mating bond- of having a mate, any mate- not Nesta."

This undid him, and a traitorous tear fell from his eye. Is that what they think? Is that what Nesta thinks? Yes, that is exactly what Nesta thinks and she had told him that. She told him that it's just the bond blinding him to the truth, whatever truth she thinks is applicable. It was like he was dipped in cold, cold, water and emerged again. Head clear, but heart absolutely shattered.

Gwyn took pity on him, and put a hand on Emerie's shoulder to stop her friend from saying more. "Listen, all we are saying is, that Nesta deserves happiness after everything that has happened to her. If you don't love her, then please don't put her through more misery because she does love you Cassian. She loves you and she hates herself, but you should know that. Anyone would know that just by observing her, how she speaks, how she scoffs when anyone shows concern for her, how ready she is to sacrifice herself."

Cassian knows this, he knows it all. He acknowledged it multiple times the past two years. Yet, why did he not do anything about it? He thought she got better, that they got past whatever it is they said and hurled at each other during the Blood Rite. Apparently not, but how was he supposed to know when Nesta didn't say anything. But then again, Nesta hasn't said much of anything this past week after the Blood Rite, after accepting the bond. He should have known something was up when she agreed to anything and everything Cassian and Rhys proposed for the mating ceremony. He should have done better. They all should have.

Cassian shook his head and lowered his voice to a whisper, "I'm sorry. I will make it better, I promise. I love Nesta. I need her like I need air."

"Then prove it to her. Don't shackle her in a mating bond you have no intention of honoring."

"But..." His voice was scratchy, and he forced himself to swallow against the lump that formed in his throat. "Nesta offered me a biscuit. She asked me if I want a biscuit or the mating ceremony. She wants it." But then he added much more hesitant, "She wants it, doesn't she?"

Emerie looked at him with sad eyes, "Of course she does Cassian. But she didn't two weeks ago. Two weeks ago she was crying because  you told her you were shackled to her." Her eyes softened even more, "I care for you both, but Nesta is my sister, and she doesn't have anyone else other than me and Gwyn in her corner. Someone has to stand up for her, and it's going to be Gwyn and I." At that, Gwyn nodded her head strongly.

"And because I care for both of you, I do not want to see you build something that should be beautiful and sacred on shaky grounds. Figure your shit out before you hurt each other. Before you hurt her more than you already did."

Emerie and Gwyn made a move to leave, their eyes gleamed in sadness but then they both stoped and turned to Cassian. Gwyn gently squeezed his hand, "I know you care for her Cassian, we just worry for her."

"Did she say anything to you guys?"

"No. Other than the night where she came crying, it was mostly gossip about your bedroom habits," Gwun shrugged with a smile trying to ease the tension. "She doesn't talk about her feelings a lot, you know that."

Cassian nodded numbly, and the two females retreated leaving him all alone with his thoughts. He stayed like that until Nesta's concerned face appeared in front of him and she gave him a small hug, "Everything's okay?"

He nodded, but he wanted to yell NO. At the end, he just wrapped his arms around her and squeezed as tightly as he could, baskin in her scent and sweat. The way her arms tightened around him made him want to sob, but he held it in, because as much as he wants to bask in her warmth and tentative touches right now, he also wants to show her that he cares too.

"Cass?"

"I'm good. As long as you're beside me I'm good."

Her arms tightened even more, and it was in that moment that he vowed that he will show Nesta Archeron how much she means to him. He vowed that will love Nesta Archeron enough for the both of them.

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Bonrin secret relationship that gets found out at the worst timing ever (panic induced fluff)

I wasn't sure how to write this one (I'm terrible at coming up with plots for secret relationships, lol) But I hope this fits what you wanted <3 <3

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Bon was going to kill Lightning. It was cold as hell out here and he couldn’t feel his toes, and it was entirely that sloppy man's fault.

Well, that and the fact that Rin’s shitty building didn’t have a fire escape. Bon could probably survive the drop, but he’d still have only the sweater and underwear, and he couldn't exactly travel the streets like that. 

At least he’d gone for that instead of the towel.

This was so tremendously stupid. He really would kill Lightning this time. Or at least kick him. It wasn’t like he was naked out here, but it was evident he’d been undressed, and while Bon’s hair was wet, he knew Lightning wouldn’t believe him when he said it was just a shower. It really had been too. He’d come back from work all disgustingly sweaty and just wanted to be clean, and his boyfriend had pulled him into a shower with a promise of a heated massage. It promised to be wonderful, and there was some kind of soup simmering in the kitchen, and it was going to be the best kind of night. They so rarely got to be alone and have real dates. It was always midnight meals, and on rare occasions, early walks. (Extra rare because getting Rin up early was a nearly impossible task.)

But no. They’d gotten in the shower, Rin had just gotten his hands full of shampoo, Bon was leaning in for a quick kiss, and the damn knocking had started and Kuro had howled out a warning. Bon had bolted out to the escapeless fire escape, and now he was stuck here because of stupid Lightning rambling about some stupid mission. 

It had been two months now. They’d kept this thing (this thing they’d been nervous and uncertain about, and this thing Bon was now confident and crazy about) secret. They’d kept it secret because their friends were nosey as hell, and they felt like it had the potential to be a big thing if it was allowed to grow. Their friends would poke and tease and peer too close, and that stress would break it before it could even really start. If it didn’t go well, they’d be able to just shrug the entire thing off and nothing would have to change.

There was also the whole 'Son of Satan' thing to throw a wrench in their plans, and how frowned upon same sex relationships were by the higher ups.

One day Bon would break free of this entire stupid organization. He'd be proudly holding Rin's hand too.

Bon didn’t think he’d enjoy a secret relationship, but it was fun with Rin. It was fun trying to come up with clever ways to see each other. Fun to steal a kiss when someone could walk in. 

But Bon had never liked secrets, and he wanted to be honest, but he didn’t know how. He knew how he did not want to be found out though, and this was absolutely it. 

He was freezing. It was even worse knowing Rin was inside with supernatural flames that could wash this chill away with a wonderfully warm embrace. It might take full flames at this rate. His goosebumps had goosebumps.

The voices inside were getting louder. Had they moved to the living room? Thankfully the curtain (one Bon had picked out) blocked him from immediate view. 

"It's not like I'm asking a lot. It's even a pretty girl. I'm sure you'll actually like her."

What? Bon straightened in indignation and wrapped his arms a bit tighter around his chest. What the hell was Lightning talking about? What did a pretty girl have to do with anything?

"Yeah, nice figure, pretty face. She's your type." Shura added, and when had she joined? Also, what? Rin wasn't that shallow, and who were they trying to set Rin up with? Rin was already set up, thank you very much.

Bon couldn’t hear Rin’s response, and a small part of Bon was worried about how he didn't like that. He trusted Rin, but he still wanted to know what he said, and was that bad?

(It wasn’t like Rin would have a reason to turn them down. He had reasons, but not one they knew about.)

“Why not? Come on! Promise it'll just be a few dates. You won't have to do anything, and she really is pretty."

“Fuck off, guys,” Bon muttered, feeling a little thrill at Rin denying the date because Rin had him. Take that world. Bon got Rin and not you. Even apparently fake dates weren't going to happen. He'd feel warm and happy about that if he wasn't freezing to death out here.

A crack of lightning had him abruptly straightening and had his heart thumping. It was dark outside, and hard to see much of what was happening in the sky with the city's glare, but there were clouds, and it was possible they were —

Before he could even finish the thought, a drop of something tremendously cold fell on his nose. Bon shivered and wrapped his arms around himself all the tighter. He hugged his knees to his chest, curling his toes and trying to tug his sweater — which was probably Rin’s because it was a bit too small for him — around as much of himself as he could. The ice-laced rain started to fall in earnest, and Bon was 100% going to get hypothermia if he stayed out here.

Going in was unimaginable though. Going in meant Lightning and Shura seeing and knowing, and he could not imagine worse people finding out. There would be a million questions and endless teasing, and Bon would die and he'd and take as many of them with him as he could. But he was going to die anyway, because it was freezing out here.

Bon squeezed himself as far into the corner as he could, but the rain was still falling and he was still freezing, and he was starting to really tremble, and this entire thing was so damn stupid. 

Another boom — one loud enough to make his heart skip a few beats—and the window to the fire escape slid open. 

“Ryuuji!” Rin grabbed hold of his arms and pulled him into the apartment, wrapping him up in a tight hug as Lightning slammed the window shut again. 

“What the hell are you—Oh my god!” Shura started to point and bounce up and down, and Bon couldn't even look at her as Lightning's delighted and grating laugh filled the air. He was shivering too hard, and Rin's wonderfully warm arms weren't quite enough to make it go away.

"Shut up!" Rin growled, dragging him away from the window and towards the couch.

"Why was he outside?!" Lightning asked, his voice made it obvious he was smiling.

"Forget that, why aren't you dressed? Why are you wearing Rin's sweater?!"

"Shut up!" Bon tried to growl, but he was stuttering too hard to make it even mildly threatening. Rin dropped into a crouch in front of him and started rubbing heat back into his legs while Shura shuffled over with a blanket.

"No. I want answers." Shura had a delighted grin on her face, and Rin's death glare as he snatched the blanket away did nothing.

"Go and get him some soup."

"Your hair is wet." Lightning shuffled forward, beaming just like Bon had known he would be. "Both of your hair is wet. Were we interrupting something?"

"It's raining mo-moron."

Rin's eyes shot up to his in immense worry at how bad his stutter was.

Lewin didn't seem concerned. "Yeah, but half of your sweater is dry."

"It-it wasn'--" His cheeks were turning red, he could hardly feel Rin's warm touch, and the stuttering would not go away. If only he had stayed outside for a little longer. He could have passed out and avoided all of this.

Shura came back in with the bowl and looked moderately less giddy. "What the hell were you thinking hiding out there?"

"How long has this been a thing?"

"Is that why you didn't--"

"Everyone out!" Rin barked, rising up to his full height (which still left him shorter than either of them) and glaring as flames burned through his hair. "I'm not taking your assignment, and you're not telling anyone about this!"

"You can't boss us arou--"

"GET OUT!"

The burst of flames made Lightning tilt his head curiously and had Shura laugh disbelievingly.

"Yeah, you know that isn't going to work. We'll leave, but we're talking about this tomorrow."

"Yeah," Lightning added, grinning all giddily. "I wanna hear all the details."

Shura nodded her agreement and dragged Lightning away by his collar. Rin herded them out, muttering threats while Bon tried to get his teeth to stop chattering enough to say something. He slammed and locked the door, and rounded back on Bon with a furious look that promptly melted into pure concern.

"Ryuuji," Rin huffed, hurrying across the apartment to reach his side. "Babe, you're all frozen."

"Yeah, well, your sweater isn't as warm as you are." He almost managed to say it without stuttering. The blanket was helping, and he could sort of feel that his toes were on carpet.

Rin manhandled him around as easily as if he was a doll and laid him out on the couch, wrapping him up in the blanket and climbing up beside him, stretching to his full (short) height and sending a wonderful sort of warmth over all of Bon. Or all of Bon that he could reach. The blanket was helping with the half Rin couldn't reach.

"This," he finally said after a few seconds of heavy and mildly awkward silence, "was not how I wanted that to come out."

"I'm sorry." Rin whispered. "I didn't--"

"It wasn't your fault. I shoulda just hid in the bathroom and hoped they stayed out."

"I shoulda told them to go away. You got all cold and I let it out and you didn't get your shower and now you're gonna get sick and it's all my--"

Bon managed to move one hand and press it over Rin's mouth to stop the ramble. "Hey, none of that. It was always going to come out. Just kinda hoped Yukio or Konekomaru would be the first to know."

Rin got even more quiet. "Yeah?"

"Yeah?"

"It... it was gonna come out?"

Oh. Bon shifted a little, feeling his limbs more now and only shivering a little. He had been teased about being a bonritto any time he wrapped up in a blanket, but he liked being in one with Rin.

"Yeah. At least for me. I... I want this to be a long term thing, Rin."

"Still?"

"Course."

Rin hugged him closer and hid his face against Bon's throat, warming that up too. "Then we probably better start texting people. I doubt they'll be--"

As if on cue, Bon's phone started ringing with Shima's ringtone while Rin's started blasting Yukio's. That was surprisingly quick. Or not so surprisingly. Lightning had probably started messaging before he'd even gotten out of the apartment.

Rin looked over at his phone and frowned. Bon agreed.

"You know what? I say we just turn those off tonight and deal with the fall out tomorrow. Get our date and then just send a mass text to everyone that it's true, we're together, and they can all ask one question that we might answer. We should just delete Shima's without reading it though. Lightning too."

Rin laughed brightly and hugged him even tighter. The horrible shivery feeling had retreated, and he could really feel the hug now.

Well, tomorrow was going to be weird, but at least this wouldn't change.

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