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drakenology · 3 years

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Arguments - feat Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima and Tamaki Amajiki

author’s note: i’m feeling angsty today. so this is gonna be about arguing with some of the bnha characters. anyone else feel off today? just me?

warnings: swearing, angst, fluff 🥺, and suggestive themes not full on smut. characters aged up! some of these are long.. i was feeling dramatic

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Bakugo

as much as i love this man i can admit he would be SOO stubborn

would get frustrated easily

yells 🥺

he knows when to walk away when the conversation isn’t getting anywhere which is good

would NEVER hurt you (i’ve seen ppl write that this mf hits you... girl...domestic violence is not an aesthetic.)

he isn’t the best with words so it’ll take him a little while to admit he’s wrong because he can’t verbalize how sorry he is sometimes

when he does he’ll hug and kiss you and apologize like a million times after he’s done being a stubborn little prick.

gives you the best “i’m sorry “ dick imaginable holy shit

Bakugo done did it. He pissed you off. You were already having a terrible day and then you come home to this motherfucker with a bunch of people over after you told him that you weren’t in the mood for company. So for the rest of the night when everyone left, you gave him the silent treatment knowing that he HATES when you ignore him on purpose.

“Y/N?”

You say nothing, continuing scrolling through your phone to look like you were preoccupied.

“Y/N, what’s your problem? I know you hear me.” Bakugo persists.

You ignore him, turning your back to face him. He grunts and grabs your shoulder, turning you back around to face him.

“Y/N if you’re pissed at me just say that. But ignoring me is fucking immature and it’s pissing me off!” He yells. Translation: “What did I do? 🥺”

“I’M pissing YOU off!? That’s funny. Because it’s not like you didn’t completely ignore my fucking feelings tonight. Why did you invite Kirishima and Denki over after I specifically said I didn’t feel like playing fucking HOSTESS!” You shout back, throwing your phone somewhere.

“Are you serious!? I never told them to come here they just showed up. What was I supposed to do tell them to piss off!?” Katsuki asked.

“YES!” You scream, annoyed that he’s not getting the reason why you’re upset. You never minded having Bakugo’s friends over but you just wanted to have a calm night with just the two of you. You were exhausted and fixing dinner for you and 3 other people and listening to loud chatter about sports and video games was not on your to-do list.

“This is so fucking petty! I don’t get why you’re so mad that they came over.” Katsuki said shrugging his shoulders.

“That’s the problem, idiot! You don’t fucking get it! I worked all day today. I just wanted us to relax but no, you wanted to have a fucking guys night in my living room! It’s the complete disregard for my feelings that’s pissing me off not the fact that they came. I told you I was tired and you having them come over anyways was like a big fuck you to me!” You explain, your face pulled into a face Katsuki knows is your angry face. Bakugo sighs, not ready to admit that he was wrong.

“Tch. Whatever. I’m gonna go sleep on the fucking couch. Let me know when you’re done being fucking frigid.” He shouts, clearly out of anger.

“Fine.”

“Fine!”

Katsuki leaves your shared room and slammed the door, you throwing yourself onto the bed. You feel tears sting your eyes as you sob into your pillow. You hated fighting with Bakugo, and you knew he hated it too. He has a hard time expressing himself without getting defensive sometimes. But you knew he felt bad. You sigh and close your eyes and go to sleep.

The next morning you get up from bed and get ready to start your day. You shower and brush your teeth, you and Bakugo strategically avoiding each other all morning to go and do your daily routines. You didn’t utter a word to each other. Just questions and short answers.

“Got work?”

“Yup.”

“When?”

“7:30.”

The silence killed you both as you sat at the table and ate breakfast, Bakugo’s face pulled into a frown as he ate. You roll your eyes and go to put your dishes in the sink and grab his once he’s done. You can hear him get up from his chair as you wash both your plates and dry them. You had assumed he was leaving so you just wash all the rest of the dishes without turning your back. Suddenly you felt familiar arms wrap around your waist.

“Let me go.” You say, tearing up at the sudden touch. He was trying to make up with you and you were so ready to forgive him. The tension was almost too much to bear. This fight was small and it turned into something way bigger than need be.

“Not until you listen to me. I’m sorry, ok? I should have never yelled at you the way I did. And calling you frigid wasn’t ok either. I shoulda just told everyone to go home. We have those dumbasses over all the time. One night wouldn’t have killed me. I’m sorry. Can we just forget this shit ever happened? I hate it when you’re mad at me.” He pleaded, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. You smile and turn around to look at his face, cupping his cheeks in both your hands as you stand on you tip toes to kiss him. He kisses you back eagerly, happy that you and him are back on good terms. He pulled away from the heated kiss and looks at the clock on the microwave.

“6:30...we still have an hour to kill. If you’re late I’ll drop you off.” Katsuki says, his eyes turning dark with feral lust.

“Late? What are yo-“ you’re interrupted by Bakugo pulling you into your bedroom with determination to make things right.. his way.

Tamaki (🥺 my new found love)

Tamaki is NOT a confrontational person so arguing with you is really hard. He hates raising his voice or even getting to a point to where he’s angry because he doesn’t want to think about hurting you in anyway.

He’ll shut down and turn cold or try and act nonchalant.

he might even avoid conflict by changing the subject

if he’s riled up enough though he’ll cuss you out.. to his dismay

doesn’t like being mad at you and vice versa

hates arguments.. like honestly can you just get over it so he can eat you out now?

speaking of eating you out, he gives apology head and he won’t stop until you say you forgive him.

Tamaki didn’t like to admit it but he was really jealous. Like really really jealous like YANDERE type jealous. You and him were out to dinner with Mirio so you were all chatting about mindless nothing, catching up like you always do. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary for you but to Tamaki it appeared that Mirio was a little too playful at dinner with you. He was cracking jokes and poking fun and Tamaki took it as him flirting with you; which Mirio would never disrespect your relationship like that. Rage sat in the pit of Tamaki’s chest as you laugh at all his jokes. He was furious but hid it pretty well for the night.

“And then Tamaki wet himself in front of the whole class when I scared him with my quirk in middle school. Can you believe it?” Mirio laughs, causing you to laugh at the thought.

“Oh leave him alone, Togata.” You giggle, waving your hand in front of your face to stop the tears from laughter. He had been making you laugh all night all to Tamaki’s disliking. He was quiet all dinner, which you noticed immediately after Togata’s last joke.

“Hey Tamaki, is everything ok?” You ask, concerned that he might not want to be out anymore.

“Yeah.” He said coldly. “Actually I’m just gonna go to the car. I feel kinda sick.” He stands from his seat and walks to the exit, absolutely fucking furious that you were “flirting” with his childhood friend right in front of him.

“Awkward. What’s up with him?” Mirio asks, completely dumb founded by Tamaki’s sudden disappearance.

“I dunno. I’m gonna go to the car and see what’s wrong. Do you mind?” You ask, standing from your seat.

“Nah that’s cool. I’m actually gonna head out. You go on ahead, Y/N. I’ll take care of the tab.. this time.” Mirio jokes. You giggle and thank him, walking towards the exit. You walk through the parking lot and find the car, seeing Tamaki sitting in the passenger side with his arms crossed across his chest. What was his deal? You open the car door and sit in the driver’s side to meet a thick tension.

“What’s wrong Tamaki? Do you really feel sick or are you upset with me?” You ask.

“Why don’t you ask Mirio? I’m sure he’ll be able to answer since he’s the only guy you talked to all night. It was like I wasn’t even there.” Tamaki says, calm but obviously pestered.

“Is that was this is about? Tama you know it wasn’t like that. Mirio has always been a jokester what’s the difference now?” You ask, getting a little upset at his accusation.

“The difference is that he was trying to make a pass at you. He was so obviously flirting with you.” He says, his tone becoming stern. You’re shocked at how he was getting, frowning at how unreasonable he was being.

“No he wasn’t, Tamaki.” You say, looking him dead in his eyes.

“Yes he was. I’m not about to fight with you about this he was clearly fucking flirting with you. He joked with you all night and you laughed at every single thing he said. You must want to fuck him, don’t you?” He asked, looking at you with some sort of betrayal in his eyes. This infuriates you.

“What are you talking about!? You know I would never cheat on you Tamaki. Especially not with your best friend. What’s with you!?” You ask sternly, not amused or pleased in the slightest.

“Whatever, Y/N.” Tamaki says, looking out the car window while turning the other way so he’s not facing your side of the car. He knew this was stupid and he knew your loyalty was never to be questioned but he couldn’t shake this feeling of jealousy.

“No. You don’t get to start a fight and then blow me off when you’re through arguing! Talk to me!” You yell, furious at this point. Tamaki shrugs, avoiding the situation entirely now.

“Just drive. I wanna go home.” He says, not taking his eyes off the view from his window. You roll your eyes and start the car, pulling out of the parking lot to start your way home. The drive home was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You were so angry that you didn’t talk to Tamaki the whole way home, knowing you’d probably cuss him out if he said the wrong thing. Tamaki immediately felt bad after picking that fight. He didn’t know what came over him, he knew he had to make it up to you before you two go to bed angry with each other. You approach your shared apartment and park the car, silence still riddling the car. The tension between you both was intense and it scared you. You’ve never seen Tamaki this upset. Jealousy was always an issue for him but he’s never reacted this strongly.

“Y/N?” Tamaki says breaking the silence. You look at him, a little relieved that he’s talking to you again.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that to you. I know you’d never cheat on me, of course. But I was just so jealous. It felt like you and Mirio were on a date and I was just the third wheel. The thought of him taking you from me drove me crazy. I wasn’t thinking. Can you forgive me?” He says, placing his hand on top of yours on the steering wheel. You sniffle, tearing up at his apology.

“Tamaki, I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I love you so much. No one could ever take your place, not even Mirio. I’d never betray you like that, ever.” You sob, tears flowing down your face. Tamaki questioning your loyalty really hurt your feelings and he hated seeing you cry.

“I know that. Please don’t cry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. It was so stupid of me to even assume.” He says, taking his hand and wiping your tears away. He took your hand and gave it a sweet kiss to soothe you, rubbing circles with his thumb on it as he consoled you. You giggle and wipe your tears, happy that you guys made up after that silly fight.

“Let’s go inside.”

Todoroki

arguments between you two get heated. It gets to a point where sometimes you don’t speak to each other for days. he’ll definitely give small reminders that he still loves you to butter you up to alleviate some of the tension.

raises his voice

just as stubborn as bakugo

to a fault of his upbringing facing his emotions was hard for him sometimes, causing him to be cold when you fight

when it’s time to get over it and make up he’ll make it a huge event; flowers, chocolates and lots of freaky apology sex

cant stand arguing with you just like tamaki but wont back down in the slightest

is sure he doesn’t say anything harsh to make the situation worse.

“Why are you being so stubborn?!” You shout at your bi-colored haired boyfriend. The two of you have been fighting all day to your surprise. Shoto was usually easy going and you two hardly fought. But today, a bug seemed to have crawled up Todoroki’s ass and he’s been picking fights all day. You’ve been arguing about small things like who left the bathroom light on or who ate the last hot pocket. Right now it was an argument about when you’re going to meet his father Endeavor. It’s been almost a year since you two have been together and you don’t even think his father knows you exist.

“For the last time Y/N we’re not going to my dad’s house. That’s final! You can argue with yourself about this. End of discussion.” Shoto says, very annoyed at the thought of being near his father. He still couldn’t stand him, even as an adult. He can’t bring himself to bring you around him because he knows how he can be. If he even says something slightly rude to you he’ll flip the fuck out. You groan in frustration, wishing he’d at least consider.

“He doesn’t know we’re together does he!? What am I to you some secret? Why did you stay with me all this time if your family doesn’t even know I exist !?” You shout, tearing up with seering anger.

“It’s not that. Of course he knows we’re together; my whole family knows! Why do you want to involve him so badly?!” Shoto yells.

“Why wouldn’t I want to meet my fucking boyfriend’s father!? You’re not making any sense.” You say, getting more and more frustrated as Shoto makes excuses.

“You know what? Fine. We’ll go meet him tomorrow. But as soon as he treats you like you’re not good enough for me don’t be surprised when I tell you I fucking told you so. God you can be so stubborn sometimes.” Shoto shouts, rolling his eyes at you.

“Oh I’M stubborn!? That’s rich coming from you. You’re being so unreasonable right now. I know you and your father-“

“YOU DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT MY FATHER. Stop speaking on things you haven’t the first idea about!” Shoto yells, punching a nearby wall. (Oop.) You flinch, shocked at how angry he got so quickly. You tear up and run off to your bedroom, Todoroki immediately regretting getting so upset with you. He scared you and that’s something he never wanted to do to you under any circumstances. You cried yourself to sleep that night, angry that things got so heated. Why did he react like that? And why was he treating you as if you knew nothing about him and his father. He would vent to you about him all the time and you gave him advice when you could. But tonight you felt like you were nothing but an outsider. Shoto didn’t even bother coming into the room. He couldn’t face you after making you cry. Right now, he hated himself for treating you like that. He was just so afraid of his father’s judgement he didn’t want him to hurt your feelings with how crass he was. If Endeavor found the slightest thing wrong with you he’d never let you or him forget it. He could hear him now calling you unworthy of the Todoroki name. The thought alone enraged him. In his own cryptic way, he was trying to protect you from him but this was no way to do it nor did he have the right. Todoroki slept on the couch, missing your warmth against him in your bed.

The next morning the two of you drove to the Todoroki estates in silence. You were still pissed at him and Shoto didn’t want to say anything to further upset you. He was annoyed he was making this trip in the first place but he knew he had to man up for your sake. It was unfair of him to try and keep you away from his family especially since you would one day take on his name and be a part of the family when he married you. He knew he couldn’t keep you away forever, but god couldn’t he have had a little more time? He dreaded this day.

“Ready?” Shoto asks coldly, trying to hide his remorse from his tone. You nod, getting out of the car before he could walk over and open the door for you. Shoto is surprised and gets out with you, guiding you to his old home. He can’t lie, he’s so fucking nervous. What if he hates you? Not that he cares what he thinks, he’ll marry you anyway but still. He at least wants his blessing. You walk with Shoto to the main room of the home and wait for Endeavor to come downstairs. Suddenly you hear footsteps from across the room. It was him. He was tall and his aura was so dark and intimidating.

“You must be Y/N.” Endeavor says, looking down at your small frame. You nod, a wave of nervousness shooting through your body.

“N-Nice to meet you sir.” You bow respectfully.

“No need for that. Please, have a seat.” Endeavor says gesturing to the couch. You and Shoto sit down next to each other, Endeavor following suit by sitting across from you two.

“So.. how long have you two been together?” Endeavor asks, his booming voice almost sending an echo throughout the empty room. You gulp and look towards Shoto.

“10 months.” He answers for you, taking your hand to calm you. You’re still mad at him but god you’re glad he’s doing his best to ease your anxiety.

“And you just now arrange a meeting? Hm.” Endeavor questions, looking at you as if he was scanning you to find something irredeemable about you. You look down at your lap, unable to keep eye contact with the intimidating man.

“I-I wanted to meet with you sooner. Me and Shoto fought about coming here last night but I convinced him.” You say nervously.

“I see. You seem like an ok girl. Shoto has had his fair share of.. inadequate women in his life so, you’re a step up from the rest.” Endeavor says, motioning for a maid to make you all some tea. You laugh nervously, Shoto squeezing your hand in annoyance. Was that a compliment?

“You two seem like you’ve been fighting.” Endeavor says suddenly, observing both your body language. You’re both shocked as you turn to look at each other. How’d he know that?

“What’s it to you?” Shoto asks, glaring at his father.

“Oh nothing. But if you’re planning on marrying this girl it’s probably best to not argue too much with her. Hell, she might up and leave.”

Shoto looks at you, pain in his eyes. The look on his face alone said “I’m sorry.” Shoto hated to admit it but his father was right. Fighting as much as you have been, especially the fight you had last night was toxic and could take a toll on your relationship.

You smile at him and turn to Endeavor

“I’d never leave him.” You say, snuggling closer to Shoto as he blushed. He was embarrassed that he was being so vulnerable around his father but he knew that only you could make this happen.

After a long conversation with Endeavor and Shoto, you leave with a feeling that you might have won him over. You think? He was hard to read, just like Shoto. He was more like his father than he likes to admit. Shoto opens the car door for you to get inside and then walks to the drivers side to come in. You sit in the car for a while, silent until Shoto grabs you and leans over to kiss you. You kiss him back, tearing up into the kiss.

“I’m sorry, snowflake. I can’t believe I raised my voice at you like that. I was just so scared that he was gonna hate you and say something disrespectful. I should have just told you that instead of being defensive. I’m so so sorry I scared you. Please forgive me. ” He pleaded, peppering kissing on your face.

“I know. And I forgive you.” You giggle, pulling Todoroki closer to you to kiss him again.

Kirishima

Out of all the boys he’s the least stubborn when it comes to fighting. But don’t be fooled, he’ll argue you down. he’s very good at managing his temper when it comes to you.

Regrets starting a fight in the first place

Just wants to cuddle and go back to normal

But when he’s angry hooo boy

doesn’t even yell, he’s like a calm angry which is terrifying

tries talking over you, trying to plead his case

will not rest until the situation is resolved and over with so you guys can move on

like all the others... apology sex

will try not to lose his patience

You and Kirishima had been together for a while now so it was only inevitable that you two have your first fight. You were always a vigilant person and wanted to help others even though you were quirkless like Deku was at one point. Kirishima is protective of you to a fault and the thought of you getting hurt or worse didn’t sit well with him at all. You assured him that you were capable of taking care of yourself and protecting yourself but he wasn’t having any of it. You spent years perfecting your martial arts skills, training your ass off for countless hours everyday and he knew that. But he didn’t want you to one day meet your match without him there to protect you.

“Y/N, drop it. You’re not going on missions with me and that’s final. It’s too dangerous.” Eijiro said, his brows furrowed. He was trying not to lose his patience with you but you kept insisting. He just wished you’d forget about this whole thing; for your safety.

“You don’t have the right to tell me what I can and can’t do! I’m fully capable for taking care of myself and you know that.” You yell, irritated at your boyfriend underestimating your abilities. Eijiro sighs and stands up from the couch to stand in front of you, inching so close you could almost kiss.

“I’ll die before I let you go out there. Do you know what would happen to me; to your friends and family if something happened to you!? We’d be crushed. Please just drop this.” Kirishima says, wanting to avoid this conversation all together. But alas, nothing was changing your mind. You were very head strong and stubborn to no avail so you weren’t going down without a fight.

“You can’t stop me!” You yell

“Oh I can’t?” Eijiro challenged.

“No. You can’t. You can’t treat me like a child, Eijiro.” You say. “How can you say I’m not ready if you don’t give me a chance to prove I am!?”

“Because you just aren’t! Okay!? You say you’re not a child but you’re acting like one and a petulant one at that. Just drop it! God, you can be so stubborn sometimes. Don’t you see I’m just trying to keep you safe!?” Kirishima yells, instantly regretting raising his voice at you and losing his cool. You tear up, furious that he’s treating you like some kid. You grab your stuff and prepare to leave his apartment.

“Where are you going?” Kirishima sighs

“Fuck you, Eijiro.” You say, walking away from him and going outside to cool off. Kirishima tries to grab you before you leave but you snatch your arm away from him and walk outside with a huff and a slam of the door. You wipe your hot tears away and start aimlessly walking down the street to go home. Hell, you don’t even know your way home from Eijiro’s place but you’ll be damned if you go back there. As you walk you see Kirishima’s car pull up to the side of you, driving slowly to keep up with your walking pace.

“Y/N please get in the car.” He says out the car window

“No! I don’t wanna talk to you so just go away!” You yell, continuing to walk as the brisk wind assaults your bare skin. Dammit you forgot your coat.

“Y/N! You’re being ridiculous just please get in the car. You left your jacket; it’s freezing out here!” Eijiro shouts, getting out of the car and grabbing you to pull you inside. You groan, obviously being overpowered by your strong boyfriend. Kirishima slams the door and gets back inside, drives back to his apartment and parks in the driveway. He sighs and leans his head on the steering wheel.

“I’m sorry I got so heated with you. But can you blame me? I’m worried about you. Sure we’ll be on these missions together but what if something happens? What if I’m not there to protect you when something goes wrong? These missions are unpredictable; anything could happen and I’d literally die if even a scratch is put on you.” Eijiro pleads. You start crying, sniffling at his words. He was right to be worried.

“I love you, Eijiro and I appreciate you being so concerned about me. But that doesn’t give you the right to shelter me. You can’t just force me to not follow my dream.” You sob, wiping your tears away. Eijiro grabs your hand and kisses it.

“I know. I just can’t bear the thought of you being hurt. But if this is what you really want, I have no choice but to at least see this through.” Kirishima says, holding your small hand in his two massive ones. You smile, putting your other hand on top of his.

“Thank you. Also, I’m sorry for saying fuck you to you. That was mean.” You say pouting.

“It was. Hurt my feelings.” Eijiro said faking sadness, immediately laughing as he watched your face frown up again at the thought of hurting his feelings.

“Oh shut up.”

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cocoswriting · 3 years

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lee wilbur, ler techno? maybe smth where wilbur’s being chaotic so techno takes him down a peg? you dont have to tho— /gen

Chaotic Mf

Summary; Basically what the ask says; Wilbur was being chaotic/creepy and needed to be taken down a peg. [PLATONIC. DO NOT TAG AS SHIP.]

Warning(s); This is a tickle fic! If you don’t like that kind of stuff, then I recommend you just scroll past.

“You put ecosystems in jars?..”

“Yeah,” Wilbur responded casually, laying upside-down on the couch opposite Techno. He had his legs curled over the back of the couch and his head was dangling off the edge—it was a wonder how he hadn’t gotten uncomfortable enough to shift positions yet. Wilbur seemed to have a strange habit of never sitting correctly when he was in one of his “chaotic” moods, always finding some weird way to rest instead. “I go out and collect mud, rocks, soil, and I put them inside the jar.” he explained, and Techno scrunched up his face both in confusion and mild disgust.

“And... this is a normal thing?” Techno asked disbelievingly, flipping a page in the book he had in his hands, though it wasn’t as if he was paying much attention to the text anymore. Wilbur nodded happily from across the room, grinning as he opened his mouth to continue explaining, only to get cut off by Techno. “Wil, I don’t really care. I’m tryn’ to read right now.”

Wilbur huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting in fake dismay and staring at Techno almost expectantly, even though the piglin was very clearly no longer looking at him. “Well, you should care,” the brunet replied with a sassy tone of voice, sounding akin to an annoyed child. “I swear I’m not the only one who does this! Ranboo does it too, or at least he did...”

“Ranboo did that—?... No, Wilbur, really, just talk about literally anythin’ else. I do not care about your jar ecosystems,” Techno was already used to dealing with Wilbur’s chaotic moods. They’d come in at random times, last a couple hours, and then eventually he’d lose all the excess energy he had and go back to “normal.” So it wasn’t as if he actually expected Wil to stop when he was told to—Techno knew he wouldn’t—but he figured he might as well try to change the topic that Wilbur would ramble on about. Honestly, Techno just wanted to read his book. “Can’t you bother someone else? It isn’t that late, Phil and Tommy are still up.”

Wilbur let out a loud, dramatic sigh followed by a shake of his head and a couple tutting sounds. “You’re no fun,” his tone was playful, indicative of the grin that was on his face, despite his words suggesting otherwise. “But fine! I’ll talk about something else.” Wilbur rolled himself over on the couch, sitting upright and then standing up to make his way over to the man sitting across from him. Techno tore his eyes away from the book and glanced up when he realised Wilbur had approached, raising an eyebrow and glaring half-heartedly at the musician.

“What?” Techno’s voice sounded tired, more tired than usual, but bore no real malice as he impatiently awaited Wilbur’s response.

“Have you ever seen Doctor Who?”

“Oh my god,” Techno looked down and rubbed his temples, dropping the book beside him and running one of his hands through his hair, groaning loudly. He heard Wilbur’s shrill laugh at his reaction, which was shortly followed by the sound of shuffling as he sat down next to the piglin and crossed his legs, seemingly prepping himself to start telling whatever story he wanted to tell Techno about. “Please.”

“I already told Phil about this one,” Wilbur began, biting back another laugh at Techno’s long sigh which came straight after. “So, there are these things called ‘weeping angels—!” Wil was quickly cut off by a rough jab to his side. He managed to force back any verbal reactions he might have given to the sudden electric tingly feeling that spread all throughout his side, but he couldn’t conceal the very obvious flinch and curling of his lips.

“You good?” Techno asked, having removed his hands from his face to shoot his brother a concerned glance. Wilbur felt heat rush to his face, but he couldn’t tell whether he’d paled, or gone red. “Did you...” He shifted closer to the brunet, cocking his head to one side. “You flinched,” The elder stated quite obviously, expression a mixture of curiosity and interest.

“You caught me off-guard,” Wilbur quickly stammered out, a sheepish half-smile spreading over his face. Techno frowned—and it was clear from just that gesture that he wasn’t buying it.

Techno placed one hand on his side and left it there, unmoving. Wilbur didn’t flinch that time, but he wanted to, his flustered state having raised his hypersensitivity to the point where he wanted to squirm even just imagining that Techno might find out. “I was just tryin’ to shut you up, you needa’ tell me what happened or I’ll assume that you’re hurt,” Techno said, beginning to slowly rub two(2) fingers in small circles on Wilbur’s side. The last part of his sentence came off as more of a threat to his brother—he didn’t want to worry Techno, but at the same time, getting found out like this would be so embarrassing.

“I-I’m not—“ Wilbur was cut off by a quiet gasp, but not quiet enough for Techno to let slip. One of Techno’s ears twitched at the sound and he made a gruff huffing noise, now reaching down to tug up the hem of his brother’s sweater, exposing the bottom half of his side. “Hey, I’m not hurt, okAY—!” Techno, being the oblivious bastard he was, began to rub gentle circles on Wilbur’s bare side, which elicited a comical noise sounding like a mix between a squeal and a yelp from the man. As Wil managed to squirm away from the tingles, butterflies erupted in his belly when he thought; there’s no getting out of this now.

Silence filled the room for a couple seconds, the gears turning in Techno’s head before it finally clicked, and he couldn’t help the smug expression that formed on his face when he realised what Wilbur had been trying to hide. “You’re ticklish,” he emphasised the ‘T-word’, causing Wilbur’s face to heat up even more, and the fact that Techno’s hand still remained hovering just ever-so-slightly above his side, was not helping. “How come I didn’t know this before? You keepin’ secrets from me, hm?” Techno shoved both of his hands up Wilbur’s shirt and gently ran his nails up and down his skin, eliciting a few snickers along with squeaks and he tried to muffle his giggles.

Wilbur frantically shook his head ‘no’ and looked down, his hair falling in front of his face and (thankfully) hiding his bright pink cheeks. Tingles and shockwaves of tickly sensations shot up his sides, the feeling only increasing the longer Techno’s fingers lingered in the same spot. “Well— you’re definitely much quieter now,” Techno remarked, and Wilbur opened his mouth to give a sassy response, only for a loud squeak to come out instead as the gliding nails began to gently scratch at each side of his back. He arched forward but shifted backwards, resting his back against the armrest and laying down. Wil had hoped this would quell the sensations at least a little, but it only made them worse, the little scratches becoming rougher as Techno’s fingers got trapped. “This seems like a good way to take you down a peg whenever you’re in one of your ‘chaotic’ moods.”

“N-no—hohahahaa!” As Techno moved his hands up to Wilbur’s ribs, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. High-pitched giggles flooded from Wilbur’s lips as he wriggled and squirmed, throwing his head back as his hands switched between trying to protect the targeted spots and trying to push Techno away. It wasn’t exactly working out for him, and eventually he just curled up, hoping to drown out the tickles somehow. It only got worse once he felt Techno begin to drill his thumbs into the spaces between each of the bones. “NOHO! DOHohon’t dohoho thahahat, plehehehahase!”

As Techno gazed down at the giggling boy, he’d be lying if he said his heart didn’t melt at the sight of his bright, carefree smile. “Why not?~” His tone of voice was still deadpan, but it had a sing-songy edge to it this time. If Wilbur had the guts to muster up insults at the time, he would’ve called him every name in the book just as revenge for the horrible teases. “Does it tickle too much? Surely you can’t be that ticklish, right?~” Every time the T-word was mentioned Wilbur felt the pit in his stomach fill with more butterflies, and his blush began to slowly spread out to his neck and ears. “It’s your own fault for bein’ annoyin’.”

“Ihihihi wahahasn’t beheheing ahahannoying!” Wilbur insisted, his giggles slowly increasing as Techno’s fingers danced their way up his ribs, heading for his armpits. But before they could reach the spot, he instinctively slammed his arms down to protect himself, blocking the offending hands just in time. It seemed that Techno took this defensive action as provoking, because his immediate response to that was to sigh disappointedly and start skittering around Wil’s neck and shoulders, causing him to scrunch up like a turtle and begin to wriggle side-to-side in a weak attempt at escaping the tickles. “Nohohoho! Fuhuhuahahack ohohoff— yohohou’re sohoho mehehehehahan!”

“Mean? This isn’t mean,” Wilbur could hardly make out Techno’s words anymore, considering he was much more focused on the shocks of tickles and his own embarrassment. But once he heard those words leave his brother’s lips, he couldn’t help but start squirming even harder on top of squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn’t process what the words meant in his state—but he’s heard that tone before. And that tone means ‘you fucked up’. “You wanna see mean?” Techno asked rhetorically and Wilbur began frantically shaking his head, letting out giggly little “nononono”s as he tensed, prepping himself for the inevitable attack that would come next.

“AAAHAA!” Wilbur shrieked as he felt Techno’s lips make contact with his tummy, quickly followed by an explosion of tickles as he blew a raspberry, shaking his head during it to make it even worse. Wil bucked, cackled and squealed, only for his hips to get held down and mercilessly drilled into by two(2) of Techno’s fingers. All of his nerves felt like they were on fire, and he felt everything—every last pinch to his hips, every raspberry that was blown, and it was almost too much for him to handle. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t loving it. “NAHAHAHAAA! TEHEHEHAHAHAHA—!”

Even after Techno ceased the raspberries, he still seemed fully intent on being as merciless as possible. He continued to drill right into the dip of Wilbur’s hipbone, using his other hand to rapidly squeeze his tummy, never letting up and never slowing down. Wilbur had completely given up on trying to fight back, his arms were too tired for that now and he knew it was no use, so instead he began using his hands to cover his bright pink face with. “Oh, poor Wilbur,” Techno began, a very obviously feigned sympathetic tone in his voice. “Being tickled is just such a hard job.”

“SHUHUAHAHAT UHUHUHUP!” Wilbur forced out through his hysterics, helplessly rolling his torso back and forth, attempting to focus his attention on literally anything else other than the tickles he was receiving. He couldn’t decide if he loved or hated it—it was unbearable and maddening, he felt like he was being driven up a wall, but at the same time he had to admit that he was having fun. He was soaking up all the attention like a sponge. It didn’t take much longer before his laughter became wheezy and strained, though, and he’d decided he had enough. “O-OHOHOKAHAY! STOHOHAHAHAHAP, THAHAHAHAT’S ENOHOHOHOUGH—!”

Techno listened straight away, ceasing the tickles and backing away as Wilbur curled in on himself, hugging his midsection while trying to rid of the after-tingles that still remained. “You alright?.. was it too much?” Techno asked, reaching over to deliver a couple, comforting pats to Wilbur’s head. He would’ve leaned away if it weren’t for how exhausted he was from all his laughter. “...sorry,”

“N-noho, noho... it,” Wilbur knew he should be careful with his choice of words there. He didn’t want to give away how much he’d actually enjoyed himself, but at the same time, he was well aware he’d likely given that fact away while being tickled. He supposed there was no point in lying—especially if it would risk making Techno worry over nothing. “...wahas nice.”

There was no response for a couple seconds, but then the silence was interrupted by a snort coming from Techno, and Wilbur instantly knew what he would have found amusing. But as Techno gently ran his fingers through his hair, practically soothing Wilbur to sleep, he found he didn’t care as much as he did before.

They should do this again sometime.

#mcyt #dsmp #tickle #tickling #tickle fic #fic #ticklish!wilbur #lee!wilbur #ler!techno #ler!technoblade #requests

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sunaswife · 3 years

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The Baby Series ✨ 🍼

Baby Talk

Ft. Sugawara Koushi and Ushijima Wakatoshi

This series will show how you and your haikyuu husband journey through pregnancy! 💕

🔪: This has been in my drafts since June so I decided to publish it on a whim...hehehe. I get so self conscious about my writing but some of you guys are encouraging me to not be afraid so thank you! 💖

Contains: fluff, angst in Ushijima’s part cuz he’s a blunt mf lmao and yeah...

Pt.2 ft. Oikawa and Atsumu click here.

Sugawara Koushi

You both haven’t really talked about children. The only conversations you’ve had was during family events when your parents or drunk aunts and uncles asked when a baby was coming. One time Suga’s aunt thought you were already pregnant and it was pretty embarrassing. You and Sugawara just had your two year anniversary and he got a raise at his job. Everything was going well so maybe bringing a baby or two into the picture wouldn’t be so bad.

You knew it wasn’t easy but you were ready to start this new chapter of your life with your husband. When he came home he was in a good mood, he graded his students tests and not a single one of them failed. You were finishing up his favorite food when he wrapped his arms around you from behind and he gave your cheek a kiss. “Ooo Spicy mapo tofu, what’s the occasion?” He asked, since it is really spicy you don’t make a habit of making it all the time. “I actually wanted to talk to you about something so I thought making your favorite food would be a good bargaining chip.” You said and he laughed. “I love your honesty and bluntness.” He told you and you giggled.

When you served the spicy tofu he immediately dug in and moaned in delight. “I swear I’m the luckiest man in the world.” He said and you rolled your eyes playfully. “Koushi I wanted to talk to you about something.” You said seriously and he looked up from his food and nodded. “I hope I’m not in trouble or anything...” he said and you shook your head. “Um...I don’t know how to say this...but....” you started and rubbed your hands. It was a habit that you did when you were nervous, Koushi saw this and he placed his hands over yours. “Take your time okay? You can tell me anything.” He said and you nodded. “I’ve been thinking about this for awhile now and we never really talked about this before. But I wanted to ask if feel ready to have a baby.”

You genuinely wanted to ask for his opinion because at the end of the day he’s the only one working since you’re a housewife. If it was too stressful for him then you probably wouldn’t mind waiting a little longer but you really hope Koushi’s answer would be—

“Are you serious?” He asked, eyes widened as they looked into yours. You nodded, “Yes but if you’re not ready then I wouldn’t mind waiting a bit longer..” you replied. He didn’t say anything and he just stared at you. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He suddenly stood up and pulled you with him down the hall. “Um Koushi where are you taking me?” You asked. “Well where else can we comfortably make a baby?” He smirked and your cheeks heated up. “So is that a yes?” You asked and he stopped walking. He placed your back against the wall and he held your waist gently. “Of course, I want children, more than anything.” He said softly and you smiled. He softly kissed your lips, They oozed out so much love and you were glad that Sugawara is your soulmate.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima could tell you had baby fever because you kept gushing at your friends baby for awhile now, you’d constantly gush over the photos you’re friend posted on her social media and finally one day your friend came over with her baby as a surprise. Ushijima was out training and you and your friend caught up while you played with the baby.

Ushijima came home to find his wife feeding her friends baby while her friend layed back on the opposite couch. You’ve been friends since highschool so he didn’t mind her sudden appearance, “Hello Wakatoshi.” Your friend greeted but you were too focused on the baby to even notice Ushijima’s presence. Ushijima acknowledged your friend and walked behind the couch to you. He leaned down and gave your head a kiss and you finally looked up and turned around. “Sorry Toshi I didn’t know you were back.” You apologized and kissed his cheek. You were glad he showered at the gym.

“It’s fine, you seemed a little busy.” He said and walked back around to sit next to you. “Do you want to hold him?” You asked, “No I’m fine.” He shook his head and you slightly frowned. Does he not like babies? Does he even want children? Maybe not now because he’s too busy training for the Oympics.

“Oh okay...” You said and you put the bottle down, you put the little towel on your shoulder and you began to pat his back to burp the baby. Ushijima saw how your mood changed a bit and your friend knocked out on the couch. She was extremely exhausted.

He wondered if he did anything wrong but nothing rang a bell. “Are you upset about something?” He asked, “No it’s nothing.” You gave him a small smile and you stood up to walk around while continuing to burp the baby. “It doesn’t seem like nothing, you were fine less than a minute ago.” He pointed out and you sighed. “I’m just wondering if you even like babies, or if you ever want children. Everytime we see our family you never want to hold babies or toddlers, you sometimes look scary so my nieces and nephews don’t want to talk to you nor get near you.” You admitted. He was still confused as to why you were upset about it.

“Why does it matter right now whether I want children or not?” He asked bluntly and you stopped walking. You stared at him with such bewilderment, he wasn’t getting it at all. “Maybe It’s because your wife wants children and she wants to take your feelings into consideration.” Your friend spoke up, she couldn’t sleep due to your chatter. Ushijima looked at her then at you but you had your back turned and you were looking at the window. He saw the head of the baby peering over your shoulder and he wondered if what your friend said is true. “Is that true Y/N? You want to make a family already?” He asked, you turned around slowly and nodded. “Yeah for awhile now but you’re too busy with Olympic training I understand if you want to wait.”

He smiled softly, “Thanks for taking my feelings into consideration. I wouldn’t mind although it will be stressful.” He said and you turned. “Seriously?” You asked and he nodded. You smiled and gave him a small kiss. “Do you wanna hold the baby now?” You asked. He hesitated a bit but held his arms out to carry the child.

The baby looked at him with wide eyes and smiled. “Yeah maybe being a dad isn’t so bad.” He whispered.

🔪: Which other characters should I add? 🤔 let me know!

#haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu sugawara #haikyuu suga headcanons #sugawara koshi imagine #sugawara koushi #ushijima imagine #ushijima x reader #haikyuu ushijima

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thesolotomyhan · 3 years

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amado carrillo fuentes as a dad would include

a/n: hehe slowly coming back because heres my soft ass dropping this long hc for you guys, im so in love with preggo/dad hcs yall im sorry pls love me-

Taglist: @fandomnerd16 @visintaes @sheeshgivemeabreak @artemiseamoon @yvngfirefly

let me know if you want to be tagged!

ok so,, we’ve briefly already gone over some ideas of amado being a dad and in some sense how he would be when your pregnant-

but let’s refresh some points here and there yeah? because im SOFT at the thought of amado becoming a dad and the fucking HEART EYES DE TONTIN he would always have looking at you-

just listen- ok because the very moment amado knew about his kid’s existence growing inside of you-

this man was instantly wrapped around their little finger right then and there,, he just grew an attachment with them from then on alright

like im just imagining him always talking to your stomach every single night he possibly can,,

giving it little kisses, his other hand caressing your stomach like “8 mas meses mi amor, hasta que yo y tu mami te podemos abrazar” i

like :(( i can see him whispering to your stomach at 3 in the morning, thinking your asleep as he gently whispers to his bebe about anything and everything when he cant sleep-

and like hed just talk about if his kid is going to be a girl hes just over here saying something like “si dios quiere bendecirme, saldras igualita a tu mama, de hermosa y inteligente-” i cannot

dios mio- he just screams overprotective,, like if you thought he was protective before with you, that is nothing compared to the amount of extraness hes taking when youre pregnant,,

like hes going to be duplicating your security so much even if youre just going to the store down the block for 1 thing- youre going to be even more untouchable than the president- hes not taking any chances-

when hes with you,, my god hes just doing the MOST,

like he hates it if people look at you for more than 5 seconds because hes already snapping back at them like- “qUE CABRON, te gusto algo o que? no te traje para que te le quedes mirando a mI ESPOSA ASI-” i

he would also never let you do things on your own when hes there, it doesnt matter if youre 6 weeks pregnant or 7 months pregnant, hes not letting you move a single muscle because hes already going to be doing it for you-

doesn’t matter if all you have to do is move your arm to open the door- his ass is already opening it, holding you by the small of your back :((

but also the cravings?? dear god- I swear he gets them more than you do

because when your craving donuts or something at 2 in the morning hes over here snapping his fingers and sending his men out the moment you so as much think about it-

“órale pues, hijos de su reshingada madre, ya escucharon, traigan a mi esposa sus 3 cajas de pan” lmaoo when literally all you wanted was one but ya le sacaste las ganas a el-

just :(( he would love to eat cravings with you all the time so you dont feel bad :( its one of his favorite things to do- i cant

and listen- the AVIONETA TOYS!!

its something that i know he would do as a dad :( like him collecting all these different toys while youre pregnant,, organizing them around his kid’s room :(

so when his kid is older they can play with them with like these matching pjs he bought :(((

just wanting his kid to be able to be interested in the things that amado likes to do- its BONDING ok dont look at me-

but also this baby mobile he got for his kid,, with like these little airplanes hanging from them,,

woW :( i cry at the thought of him playing around with it everytime he walks into the room,, just imaging the moment when he’ll be able to look down and see his angelito sleeping i :((

he just gives me so much soft vibes of wanting to try to always be apart of his kid’s life growing up,,

just never wanting to leave your side either because dear god if something were to happen to you or his kid before he ever gets to meet them-

its going to be like juarez never existed in the first place,, hes just always going to be right there next to you as much as physically possible,,, god- it only gets increases when his kid is finally born-

this mf never shuts up about you and his baby,,

like probably ranting for hours to acosta about it like, “nada, cabron, nada se siento mejor que poder por fin alzar a mi hijo/a, pinshi hermoso creatura que mi esposa me dio-“ :((

AHh,,wait can you fucking imagine you making acosta the padrino,,:( because ??

like even though he cant stand when amado doesnt shut up,, nothing beat the feeling the day he met your kid,, just happier than ever that you chose him to look over them:(((

i am laughing at the thought of acosta always walking up to amado whenever he has your kid,,

his voice going all light like “buenos dias, donde esta mi nino/a favorito?!” and just taking his kid out of his arms,, spinning them around, completely ignoring amado all together as he starts to walk away-loL probably while still talking to your kid and offering them candy :(

god- since we’re here his kid would literally want to be around amado all the time,, wanting his attention,, i just !!

imagine amado convincing you so that he can take his kid to work or something- i

the smile on his face because his kid is over here in his arms pointing at all the planes like “papi!! mira, that one looks like my stuffed airplane at home” little finger pointing excitedly- i cannot

but he would never, never mention anything about his business in front of them for your sake but also because he doesnt want to ever be the bad guy in his kids eyes alright :(

also im so sorry in advance but if he had a daughter that little girl would fucking OWN his heart- his princessa de todos los cielos :((( NO IM NOT CRYING

ayY but if he had a son, i just know he would dress him up in all black like su papi:(( a LITTLE CUERVITO version- oh my god :(

he would be such a fucking pushover dad too- like always reading them bedtime stories, giving into them no matter what,, getting them these big ass surprise presents every time he comes home from the airstrip,, just CONSINTIENDO HIS NINOS all the time-

like:( hold on just imagine on some days you coming from the kitchen after making some dessert for your ninos and amado but finding them all passed out on your bed:(((

like your daughter on top of his chest and your son curled into his side,, both of them holding their favorite stuffed toy, their little hands holding onto his shirt -I SOB

i just- i can see him also being the dad that would hold his kid above him,, carefully tossing them in the air

his laughs mixing in with their little fucking giggles as he brings them down to his face to kiss them every time :((((

i don’t know- im just so soft at the idea of him walking around the house or his work with his kid on his hip :((-

or him distracting his ninos while you cook breakfast for them- i just might about sob if i keep going

oh fuck- or every morning before he leaves to go work, he comes into their bedroom,, kissing the top of their heads,, moving their messy hair out of the way :((

probably prays a little thing- like for nothing bad to happen to you or his kids while hes gone for the day:( i

:(( no offense but i cannot handle the thought of him picking them up in their blanket in the morning,, his kid still sleeping and bringing them into your bed so youre all together when you wake up- his soft fucking smile while he tucks them into you :((((

becasue THATS HIS FAMILIA- the one hes always dreamed about having-

wow um- but hes definitely the type of dad that would build his kids a whole ass park in the backyard for them-

like his kids wanting a swimming pool with a water slide? You bet your ass hes going to build one,, im :((

wow ok but if his son was into soccer or his daughter into ballet or something and theyre practicing at home-

i can see him being the dad that would sit there, smile on his fucking face,, praising them while they practice,, ugHH just him telling you about the improvements they made while he watched them- i

god- please don’t get me started how he’ll always go to school plays/sports with you just so he can feel orgulloso thats his kid out there performing-

why am i crying at the thought of him having this picture of you and your kids with him wherever he goes, like his buena suerte or something- im SORRY i CANT

or him calling you every day when hes at work,, wanting to hear your voice but also hear the moment his kids scream “WE LOVE YOU DADDY!!” :(

i just- every night,, him always telling you how he would never change you and his kids for anything in the world like- “sabes, dios me bendicio de que tu fueras la mama perfecta para mis hijos-” goodbye i need to go cry

#narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico imagines #amado carrillo fuentes x reader #amado carrillo fuentes #narcos mexico #narcos: mexico

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mypimpademia · 4 years

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Worth It.

Shinso x reader

TW: Swearing, reader steals a man, pure bad bitchery

Note: this concept has been in my head for literal MONTHS and now I'm finally writing it bc i had no idea how to before (i still dont know how to write it as I'm writing this, I'm bouta wing it like a mf)

I made Intelli the mean girl for this fic bc she a bitch fr

A college AU but its hardly relevant + a lil smau

Towards the end of writing this, I started hating it. I'm so sorry😭

I recommend this song too bc this is where the idea for this fic came from:

This was getting annoying to watch.

How long was Hitoshi planning to stay miserable with that girl?

Intelli and Hitoshi have been dating for awhile now. You had honestly never liked her, but you just barely tolerated her for Hitoshi. But only a few weeks into their relationship, things went to shit.

Intelli became overly controlling over him, and even tried to force him to stop being friends with you, and some other people. You, being his best friend, told him to break up with her.

Of course, Hitoshi agreed that it'd be best to do that. But not even a few hours after talking to him about it, he came back to say it didn't go as planned.

Intelli was holding blackmail over Hitoshi's head, and posed a huge threat to his dreams of becoming a hero. Most of what she said she'd expose was no where near true, but with her intellect she could easily make people believe it.

But frankly, as their relationship went on, the sight of even a strand of her hair made you want to either puke or fight her.

"Toshi~" Intelli cooed, coming up behind Hitoshi and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Hitoshi visibly cringed, but tried to hide it as best as he could.

"Hey, babe." He boredly muttered, doing a terrible job at faking any enthusiasm.

Unlike your best friend, you made no effort to hide the disgust you held for her sheer presence.

"Y/n..." Intelli muttered, her tone dripping with distaste for you, making you scoff. "Mind if I steal Toshi for a bit? No? Thanks-" She attempted to drag Hitoshi away by the arm, but you placed a firm hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"I do mind actually, we were in the middle of a conversation before you interrupted." You told her. She chuckled, before tugging on Hitoshi's arm more.

"Yes, but he's my boyfriend-" She attempted to give reason for her to take him away, before even Hitoshi stopped her.

"I've got a project I need Y/n to help me on, I can stop by your dorm later though?" Hitoshi suggested, lying through his teeth.

Intelli's eyebrow twitched, but she gave in, letting go of his arm. "Bye, Toshi." She said, kissing Hitoshi's cheek and looking you up and down, before walking off.

"Sometimes, I can't tell if she's just plain a bitch or if she's secretly a dumbass." You sighed. "Maybe she's a little bit of both..." Hitoshi chuckled, making you laugh with him.

"You really need to find someone new." You told him, shaking your head. "I know, but I'd rather not chance losing my dream career." He groaned.

"True... Whats your type anyways? I know its not Intell anymore, she's probably traumatized you." You giggled.

"She did, but I think my type is someone who can really understands me, and someone I can have fun with." Hitoshi said.

"Like a best friend?" You questioned him. "Yeah, exactly like a best friend. That'd be my perfect version of a s/o." He replied, expression growing soft.

Since Intelli and Hitoshi's relationship had gone down hill, you've been there for him more than ever. It eventually lead to this unspoken romance that constantly roamed between the two of you.

But because of Intelli, neither of you pursued it, for the wellbeing of Hitoshi.

"Well, if I were you, I'd find someone and just make sure the bitch doesn't find out." You told him. But if you were being honest, it was more like a suggestion, because he really did need, and deserve someone other than Intelli.

"Like cheating?" He gawked. You were both thinking the same thing— Intelli would likely find out. But it was better than simply being stuck with her, so you nodded.

"Well, I'd at least make sure the other person knows. But it'd be worth it."

'I'm worth it.' You thought.

You sighed, looking down at your phone, the time on your phone displayed.

"Shit, I've gotta get to class, we've got a guest lecturing us and my professor will tear me a new one if I miss it." You told him, stuffing your phone into your pocket.

"See you later?" Hitoshi asked you.

You were about to say something about how he told Intelli they'd hang out later, but decided against it.

"Yeah."

◇◇◇◇◇◇

You sighed, feeling your tired feet throb as you walked down the hall to Hitoshi's dorm. Taking one of your backpack straps off your shoulder, you began rummaging around the pocket where you usually kept the spare key to Hitoshi's dorm.

You blinked, as you weren't able to find the key in the small pocket. You began searching your entire bag in the middle of the hallway, taking nearly everything out.

"Shit." You mumbled, thinking you had lost it.

Then you remembered, 'Thats right, I was in a rush this morning. Its on my desk.' You thought to yourself.

Like hell you were going all the way back there though.

You placed your items back into their bags, then pulled out your phone to text Hitoshi.

You hummed, rocking back and forth on your heels as you waited for the door to be opened.

A moment later, you heard the lock click, and the door swung open.

Hitoshi looked you up and down before smiling. Then looked both ways of the hall, before tugging you into the room and shutting the door.

"Why are you treating me like a side piece or something?" You questioned him.

He hummed in confusion as he locked the door.

"Does it feel like that? Sorry." He apologized. "What did she do this time?" You asked, referring to Intelli, as she wash the only person the put Hitoshi this on edge.

"She said if we were doing anything other than a project we'd break up, and you know what that means." He told you, shaking his head.

You hummed, and pulled out your phone.

"What are you doing?" He asked, peering over your shoulder.

"You'll see." You blunty told him.

You sent your message, and tossed your phone onto his bed.

You grabbed onto Hitoshi's collar, tugging him towards you so he was looking you in the eyes, making his breath hitch as his face tinted red.

"You're crazy if you think I'd get you snitched on." You playfully consoled.

"What did you do?" He questioned again, watching you flop down on his bed as you kicked off your shoes.

"I texted Monoma and Momo to post about a project on private snap that only has Intelli on it so that it'll be more believable." You told him.

Hitoshis eyes went wide, as he mentally questioned how you came up with that so fast.

You patted the space next to you, beckoning him to sit with you.

He sat down, shaking his head and laughing.

You and Hitoshi talked for hours and hours, but it each flew by. When you finally checked the time, you barely had enough time left before dorm visiting hours were over.

"What? Already?" Hitoshi gaped, as he watched you sling your backpack over your shoulder.

"Mhm." You hummed.

He groaned, clearly not wanting you to leave, but sat up anyways so he could come see you out.

Hitoshi unlocked the door for you, but upon opening the door, you were both met with an unwanted sight.

"Hey Toshi!" Intelli greeted, completely passing over you even though she saw you.

"H-hey, Intelli." Hitoshi spurred, trying to keep composure.

"I came to help on the project. Even Momo was complaining, so I thought you could use some help." She offered, clearly not convinced that there was actually a project.

But like you said, you weren't going to let him get caught.

"No, we finished it." You told her bluntly, folding your arms across your chest.

But clearly, Intelli didn't plan on letting up either.

"Well then, I could proof read the written portion." She insisted, taking a step towards you.

"We already did that already."

"Well I'm sure there are some mistakes."

"We triple checked."

Hitoshi looked back and forth between the two of you, silently preparing himself to break up a fight.

"You must not get what I mean—" Intelli straightened her posture more than it already was, and leaned towards you. "There's probably mistakes because it was you helping him." She mocked.

Hitoshi already had a hand reaching for your waist, ready to pull you back in a situation where you lunge at Intelli.

"You wanna talk about mistakes? How about we start with you, bit-" Before you could take a single step towards her, you were being pulled back by your waist.

"Watch your dog, Hitoshi." Intelli retorted.

Damn, was she lucky Hitoshi could hold you back.

"At least I bite, unlike some people." You shot back. She narrowed her eyes, leaning towards you again.

"Y'know Y/n, you're not as good as everyone thinks you are. Everyone thinks you're so great, and nice, but I know how you really are." She said.

"You only think that because everyone's not you. Its no goddamn wonder your blackmail folder is thicker than you." You hissed.

Intelli, clearly flustered that you even knew about her blackmail folder, stood straight again. She crossed her arms and cleared her throat slightly.

"You think youre so much better than me. A better person, a better best friend, you probably think you'd make a better girlfriend too, right?" She asked you.

"Of course I do, who the hell wouldn't?" You chuckled.

You felt Hitoshi's grip on your waist loosen. Either he was getting just as angry and was going to let you fight her, or he thought it the tension was thawing.

"Alright, since you're so much better than me, show me." Intelli insisted.

You smirked. "Alright, you asked for it."

Slipping out of Hitoshi's grip, you turned to face him.

His brows raised in surprise and confusion. And next thing he knew, you had him by the collar for the second time today.

But this time, your lips were pressed against his.

It took him a moment to process, but soon, he melted into it. Moving in sync with you, he placed his hands back on your waist.

As much as you wanted to continue, you still had to tell that bitch off.

Pulling away from Hitoshi, wiping away the string of saliva that connected your mouths, you turned back to Intelli.

You walked straight up to her, and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Toshi doesn't react like that when you kiss him, does he?" You hummed, hearing Intelli audibly gulp.

"Like you said, I'm a better person, a better best friend, and a better girlfriend." You repeated her words from earlier.

"I wouldn't lie to him, expose him, whether what he did was true or false, and i wouldn't hold him back from doing what he wants." You taunted.

"And the thing is—" You leaned in, next to her ear.

"I dont think it, I know it."

"I'm perfect for him." You whispered to her.

Intelli nearly toppled over in defeat, leaning against the nearest wall to support her body.

"Anyways, see you tomorrow, Toshi." You mused, before walking away.

◇◇◇◇◇◇

The next day, you met up with Hitoshi in your free time like usual.

You were aimlessly walking around campus, talking about random topics, laughing as you watched random people do stupid things, and just having fun.

Except now, you were hand in hand, and the air around the two of you seemed lighter. And the look of adoration you and Hitoshi shared was more evident.

But in the middle of it, of course, something had to happen.

Intelli had stopped you both in your tracks, her brainless groupies behind her.

"Did you know everyone is talking about you, Hitoshi? And with all the things they're saying... you might not be able to recover from it." She said snarkily.

"Not too worried about it actually." Hitoshi admitted, a slightly bored tone to his voice.

"Tch, well you should be. So tell me, was she worth it, Hitoshi?" She inclined.

Hitoshi looked over at you, a grin spreading across his face.

"Hell yeah."

#hitoshi x reader #bnha shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso imagine #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x reader #bnha shinso x reader #my hero academia shinsou #shinsou headcanons #shinsō hitoshi #bnha shinsou #shinsou imagine #shinsou x y/n #bnha #bnha hcs #bnha headcanons #mha #mha hcs #mha headcanons

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iceywrites · 3 years

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The Asheiji way of life

That one time we stalked boss and his lover

Before we start, we'd like to say that we found something rather astonishing. Boss's brother already has an account. Oh, well.

Anyways.

So this happened a couple of years back. Boss, for the first time, asked his lover out. Now boss is a really really shy person and also very busy and so naturally he isn't the person to plan a date. Hence we all got very sceptical. Since boss is that kind of a person, we just assumed that something bad was going to happen.

And hence we followed them.

First weird thing: Boss woke up at the ass crack of dawn. Boss is not a morning person.

He took his lover to a scenic place so that he could take some nice pictures of sunrise. (Boss's lover was also surprised at boss's behaviour. We have a theory that he slipped sleep all together.) Boss's lover also took pictures of boss which were really beautiful. (The second-in-command cried.)

Next up, he took his lover to the library. (We have no fucking idea what they did there but we hope they had a nice time.)

Then boss took his lover for snow cones. They were smiling and laughing and giggling. Then they went to the museum followed by eating at their friend's restaurant. Then they went home and we don't know what happened next.

So, yeah. There was nothing sad about the whole ordeal. Boss was just celebrating their one year of being together.

Yeah.

We're sorry boss 😭 in our defence, we just didn't want to see our mom and dad to break up 🥺. We swear, we never did that again.

Also, we forgot to answer a question that was sent to us.

To NY Cones, what excuses do you make to get a day off from boss?

One of us says that they have a dentist appointment (which would be really funny if you knew the back story) and the sneezes once. The trick is to try to convince boss's lover, because he's one our side and he lets us take a day off just like that. Also, boss can't deny him anything.

Comments:

norinorinatto said:

I really don't know how to react to this one. It was good ig 🤷🏻‍♀️

dontmakeanarniajoke said:

I AM NOT YOUR DAD!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!??!?

skippingrope replied:

you kind of are boss

sadpoemsandletters said:

Oh my god "boss" has kids elder to him 😂🤣

dontmakeanarniajoke replied:

Why??? Just why??? Why do you have an account here??? And don't call me boss it's weird

sadpoemsandletters replied:

boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss boss

dontmakeanarniajoke replied:

What, are you five?

sadpoemsandletters replied:

My boyfriend's son took my phone and he's six and he doesn't like that you called him a five year old so you better call him up and apologise before he starts crying

yutlungapologist said:

This did not roast boss. Disappointed.

nycones replied:

Do you have something in mind?

yutlungapologist replied:

I actually do I'll message you

dontmakeanarniajoke replied:

@nycones ARE YOU ACTUALLY DOING THIS TO ME?? FUCKING TRAITORS

nycones replied:

@dontmakeanarniajoke in our defence what he said is actually kinda funny we might write it down

pineappleheadman said:

Y'all abuse boss's lover's power too much smh (but then again, who doesn't?)

norinorinatto replied:

Thanks bestie 😑😑😑

pineappleheadman replied:

Shut up I gave you free food

alexnotalexa said:

I DID NOT cry after seeing the pictures you mfs

nycones replied:

Liar

alexnotalexa replied:

@norinorinatto remember that one time your natto miraculously disappeared? It was @nycones. They thought it was garbage

norinorinatto replied:

YOU DID WHAT TO MY NATTO???

dontmakeanarniajoke replied:

You tell em babe

#banana fish #ash lynx #eiji okumura #asheiji #shorter wong #lee yut lung #griffin callenreese #kones #the asheiji way of life #sorry anon I accidentally deleted your ask

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babysubinnie · 3 years

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asahi’s countdown // park jeongwoo

💎 pairing:: park jeongwoo x reader 💎 genre:: fluff, emotional, idol!jeongwoo 💎 words:: 2.2k (i got carried away help) 💎 summary:: after training for so long, you got let go from the company, how the hell were you supposed to tell treasure (most importantly jeongwoo) that this would ruin all the plans to debut together?

a/n: also do you see this mf man he’s so goddamn gorgeous ——————————————————————————

"i'm sorry y/n, but i think we're going to have to let you go. you're an amazing dancer, and if i could, i would debut you just as a dancer. but unfortunately i can't." our ceo had said to me and I looked down trying not to let my tears fall down my face.

"okay." i nodded looking up until i knew that my tears weren't going to fall because i knew that if i let my tears fall, i was going to lose my position at the company forever. i probably won’t be able to come back if i cried about this.

"i'm sorry." he put his hand on my knee pretending that he cared about me, but in my head, i was screaming at him. i deserved to debut after going through hell and back. i worked so hard to get where i was, and especially to be a famous dancer. i wanted to debut, but i mean who wouldn’t want to after working so hard.

"it's okay. i totally understand." i didn't understand why he did it but i got up and walked to the practice room where all of the boys were. how was i supposed to tell treasure that i was leaving after years of training with them?

"what did he want?" the entire maknae line ran up to me and i looked down trying not to cry again but it obviously didn’t work. if i was really upset, nothing i did, or the boys did, would make me happier.

"it's not important." i shook my head trying to push it off because i didn’t want to even think about it. they hugged me out of habit not knowing that i seriously needed this more than anything in the world. i looked up after hugging junghwan to see that jeongwoo was biting his lip as he stared at me.

"of course it is. tell us what he said." jeongwoo smiled walking over to me before i slowly dropped my head to look down at the floor. i couldn't tell jeongwoo of all people. i could tell anyone, including jihoon and hyunsuk but i couldn’t tell jeongwoo. i just froze when he asked me. i wanted to give him any answer but seriously i couldn’t. i really didn't want to embarrass myself in front of him. he grabbed my wrist pulling me towards him, but i only pulled my wrist back.

"don't worry about it." i ran out of the building covering my mouth with tears falling out of my eyes. i heard my name get called multiple times but i completely ignored them. they tried chasing me but before they could catch up to me, i got into my car, and drove as fast as i could. of course i was upset about this. looking up to his eyes made me feel even worse. i felt like i was letting him down. no of course i was letting him down. the two of us were supposed to debut together. we were supposed to go on stage together. everything we do together as an idol was gone.

that was the very last thing i said to the boys. for the next few months, they called me constantly, and texted me constantly. they kept trying to meet up with me, but i blocked every single one of them. i hadn't seen them or talked to them for at least three years now. they went through yg treasure box, and of course i watched each episode and voted too. i started just dancing in workshops, but specifically the ones that taught contemporary. i wasn’t sure why but i always felt an urge to do contemporary when i was upset.

*beep*

"yo y/n, there's a private workshop happening at yg entertainment, singing workshop with jeongwoo and yedam. a dance one with mashiho and doyoung. lastly, a rap one with hyunsuk and haruto. i signed us up, and sent our video in. we got it. it's today, so i'm coming to pick you up in 5. be ready soon." my bestfriend had texted me the minute i finished practicing. she didn't know that i was an ex-trainee at yg. if that was the reason we got into the class, then i wouldn't know how to explain it to her. i really hope this wasn’t the reason for us being accepted.

i replied to her text and quickly found a crop top, my black cargo pants, and boots. i tied my hair up in a bun before running downstairs only to see her already waiting for me. i giggled when she was gawking at her phone background of hyunsuk. she was head over heels for this guy.

"let's go." she smiled giggling at me before we got into the car and headed to yg. i was nervous, because after all, it has been three years since i last saw all 12 of them. hopefully i didn't have to see all 12 of them. they would definitely ask me what had happened, and why i cut off all contact with them.

"i'm so excited. i can't believe i’m finally gonna meet the love of my life." she squealed as we walked through the doors. nothing's changed. i thought to myself smiling while looking down at the ground. we walked up to the desk slowly and as i looked up, it was the same lady that saw me walk out those doors, bawling my eyes out.

"y/n? i’m so happy to see you! i haven’t seen you in a long time." the lady at the desk greeted us, then made a face at me. i shook my head and looked down trying to tell her not to say anything, but it was too late. she already told her.

"yes. i haven’t seen you in a long time too!" i nodded and decided that if i was going to go along with it, or just ignore it. but in the end, i decided that i should go with it.

"how does she know you?" my best friend whispered in my ear when i was still at the desk before moving my eyes down to look at the ground. when i looked up, she smiled sweetly at me before telling me that the boys were in the practice room that they always loved practicing in. i knew who debuted, and it just so happened that i was close with every single one. especially park jeongwoo. when we walked into the practice room, i didn’t think that all of treasure was going to be there, and they were. every goddamn one.

“it doesn’t matter.” i pushed her into the practice room taking a deep breath before walking in, and there they were smiling at me. well of course until i actually made eye contact with them. they were happy. they didn’t need me and i was happy they were happy. they’ve gone through too much. he was standing with haruto and jaehyuk, with his arms on both of their shoulders, laughing. i smiled at him in awe because i was so happy that he still smiled like that. he shot his head up when hyunsuk said my name.

"holy fuck. y/n?" hyunsuk started tearing up and the rest of the boys didn’t take very long to do the same. when jeongwoo looked away from jaehyuk and made eye contact with me, he ran to me as fast as possible. he put both of his arms around my waist swinging me around in circles. i’m going to be honest when i say this is the biggest hug we’ve ever had. i missed him more than anything in the world.

“hi y/n.” jeongwoo smiled with tears filling his eyes, while the rest of the boys were looking at the two of us. you can’t forget my best friend who was in absolute shock.

“j-jeongwoo.” i stuttered with my voice stuck in my throat. i forgot how to speak. when i looked into his eyes, i felt the whole world stop. i always thought i could speak to jeongwoo without stuttering, but seriously i was wrong. after all these years, he still makes me nervous as hell.

“i missed you so fucking much. i’m so happy you’re back.” jeongwoo smiled at me with tears now falling down his cheeks. i’m saying that like i wasn’t crying myself. when i decided to do this workshop, i wasn’t expecting to come back to yg. i honestly wasn’t but after seeing all 12 of my boys, i wanted to come back. of course i wanted to. these boys were my life, it just took me three years to realize it.

“jeongw-”

“please tell me you’re coming back to us love. i don’t think we could ever let you go again. three years is too long.” hyunsuk walked over to me sticking out his hand for me to take. i smiled taking his hand before he pulled me out of jeongwoo’s arms and into his arms. hyunsuk was the only one that could convince me right now. he was the only one that could convince me. ever.

“suk...” i looked down at my feet because i swear if i looked up at him, i would 100% give into him. i always thought that hyunsuk was the mom of the group, and this just proved my point. i totally forgot the reason for coming here, until i looked into the mirror to see my partner in crime staring at all of us with eyes that could kill.

“can someone please explain what the hell is going on here?” she threw her arms out into the air glaring straight at me before crossing her arms in front of her. she scoffed at me then turned to look at junkyu. her second bias stood there giggling when she smiled at him.

“i can give you the summary!” asahi stepped up smiling at her then winked at me. he walked over to me pulling me into a hug whispering that he missed me more than anything in the world. i giggled when he flipped me around so that i was now in a back hug with him.

“basically, a few years ago, y/n was a trainee at yg with us. we were supposed to debut at similar times, but something happened, which we still need an explanation for. but regardless, she left the company and stopped talking to us for three years, five months and 2 days.” i laughed when asahi mentioned that he had been counting how many days it’s been since i talked to them. i smiled at him then looked back at her to see her reaction. still shocked.

“when we realized after the fifth month that she wouldn’t get back to us, we gave up on her. it was painful for every single one of us but the point is, she’s back.” he continued talking with his robot voice, which made me think hard about what he actually said. i didn’t realize how much i hurt them until i did.

“you forgot something sahi.” jeongwoo widened his eyes putting his hands out to the sides. i laughed whispering to asahi that i would talk about jeongwoo. he was the best part of the story no?

“jeongwoo and i, were the bestest of friends when i left, and the fact is that i always had a really big crush on him but of course, we all knew that he liked some other girl so i never did anything about it. i wanted to, but it was never the right time. when i left, junghwan did it for me but i never gave jeongwoo a chance to anwser me because i left before i even had the chance to talk to him. i always thought that i would be able to debut on the same day as treasure and that would be the day i told jeongwoo but i never got the chance. jeongwoo, i guess i'm confessing to you now.” i smiled over in jeongwoo's direction and asahi let go of me, to which i walked over to jeongwoo. i've been waiting for this moment my entire life so help me god if i mess this up. he smiled nervously at me while i thought of all the ways that i could do this. of course i was nervous.

“jeongwoo, i’ve liked you ever since that day the two of us did that dance, i never thought i could love someone more than i love you. i know this is something that i should have said earlier but i-”

“let me talk. i love you so goddamn much that it hurt when you left. i seriously thought that i would never see you again, and when i saw you dancing in all those workshop videos, it made me happy that you were still dancing. i don’t think you really realize how amazing your dancing is. i’m so happy you’re back. i missed you so much my love.” he pulled me close to him before pressing his lips to mine.

“about time.” junkyu rolled his eyes scoffing while glaring at us. we pulled away from each other to smile then changed out look to glare at junkyu. he shrugged laughing giving us a ‘am i wrong’ look. jihoon pushed him then scoffed at him,

“kim junkyu, did you really have to ruin the moment?”

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wincestisasincest · 4 years

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2000 Man (A beatle!reader story) - Part 5: Fore!

A quick one, inspired by this picture. Beautiful.

As always, credit to @casafrass for inventing the concept of Beatle!reader, that mf idea that sister snatched my heart.

Description: It’s the year 2000, and y/n, the fifth member of the Beatles, is advertising her new book, Madam Beatle, in her first interview of the year. We see snapshots of her life, from when she joined the band, to the trials and tribulations, to the death of the band, and everything in between. Loosely inspired by Slumdog Millionaire.

Part: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Head canons: None, I think, besides the general concept, this is just me spitballing.

Words: 1465

Pairings: None? I mean, it’s the same as always, depending on how you view it, it can either be a pairing or a friendship.

Warnings: Alcohol, smoking, golf

“There is this recurring, oh, let’s call it a motif, in the book, of the Rolling Stones.”

“Yeah, this is one of the few cases in which popular opinion was actually correct. We really did see the Stones a lot.”

“Now, you were friends?”

“I’d say so, yes. Initially, we had something of a rivalry, I guess you’d call it, but even in those days, we still had a very deep reverence for each other. And, then, at one point, our managers decided that we should meet.”

“An interesting decision, yes?”

“Well, you see, in our industry, competition isn’t unusual, but having enemies really can’t be an option. I think they wanted to actually have us meet face to face so our competitive energy couldn’t turn into blind hatred. Because that only leads to worse things.”

“Hasn’t competition produced some great records?”

“Yes, but it’s not really a prerequisite. All due respect, I really am against the idea that you need some sort of negative presence to properly be a musician, or make beautiful things. People just like focusing on that because it’s interesting, but really, as much songs have been motivated by joy as they have grief. I wish more people, especially aspiring artists, knew that.”

*************

“They’re late.” Brian checked his watch impatiently.

“What’d you expect?” John was lighting his cigarette.

“Their public personas are one thing, but there’s no need to be rude in private.” Brian huffed.

“Maybe, and this is crazy, but hear me out, their on-stage personas evolved from their own personalities.” You retorted as John courteously lit your own cigarette for you.

“(Y/n), I’m really not in the mood for any of your back-talk. If you could kindly keep the sass to yourself, I think it would benefit all of us.” Brian retorted and John snickered.

“You got in trouble.”

“Shut up, John, I’m gonna go check out the bar.” You shifted your eyes up to Brian, expecting some sort of reprimand, though he just looked at you tiredly.

“Just don’t get drunk.” And with that, he paid you no more mind. It’s not nearly as fun when he doesn’t get offended, you thought.

You turned on your heel and wandered off in the opposite direction, leaving John to flit over to Paul, George, and Ringo, who were pretending to know how to swing a club. You laughed to yourself. The benefit of being the only girl in the group is that when they did dumb guy business meeting things, you were not expected to participate. Another day of your life where you would not have to play golf. Thank god.

You swung open the door to the bar and the air conditioner hit you in the face. The bar had an old-timey feel, all the way down to the bar tender cleaning a glass at the counter and a few mysterious strangers lined up on the stools. Might as well join ‘em.

You plopped yourself on the stool the closest to the door and called the bartender over.

“What can I do ya for, sweetheart?”

“Vodka sour.” He nodded and whisked off behind the counter to fetch your order. You took a drag of your cigarette.

“Vodka sour?” A thick British accent floated from one of the stools. You spun around your seat, face to face with none other than Keith Richards, the guitarist for the Rolling Stones, and also one of the people that you were waiting on.

“It’s 5 o’clock somewhere.” You shrugged. If he wanted to play it coy, and act like you two don’t know each other, then he’s on.

He slid out of his seat and moved to the one directly next to you. The both of you were smoking and sizing each other up. Of course, if you wanted to ruin the fun, you could’ve asked why he was late. But you didn’t.

“Vodka sour, Miss.” The bartender dropped your drink on the counter. You briefly turned back to him.

“Thanks, what do I owe you?” As you struggled to pull out your wallet, Keith took some money from the front pocket of his shirt and handed it to the bartender. He returned your startled look with a charming smile.

“On me.”

“Well now, I must be something special if I’m getting you to buy drinks for me.” You doused your cigarette in the ashtray and took a long sip.

“Nah, it’s just, I feel like I know you from somewhere.” He grinned.

“Feeling’s mutual. Perhaps I can buy the next one?”

“Oi, Keith, stop flirtin’ we got some bugs ta’ meet!” Another British accent, though this one a lot more harsh, cut through the room.

Coming in from the alternate entrance was none other than the flamboyant, the one and only, the Romeon to your Juliet, Mick Jagger. Trailing behind him like ducklings was the Stones’ manager, Andrew Loog-Oldham, the bassist, Bill Wyman, the other guitarist, Brian Jones, and the dummer, Charlie Watts.

“While you were sittin’ on your ass, Mick, I already got started!” He leaned back in his seat, revealing you sitting next to him. You flashed your million dollar smiled at the confused crowd.

“It’s a pleasure.” You toasted to them across the room with your vodka sour, before finishing the drink off and leaving it on the counter.

Mick’s eyes slanted at you, and you could’ve sworn that you heard him purr.

“A pleasure indeed.” He stalked across the room towards you, before gently taking your hand in his own and kissing your knuckles. You turned to Keith from the side.

“See? He knows how to greet a lady.” Keith chuckled at your joke.

“I apologize if our Keith has been forward at all, he can’t handle himself around birds, ‘specially those he fancies.” From what you already knew about Mick, you would never really know whether or not he was actually interested in you because he flirted with anything that moved.

“The picture of a gentleman.” You smiled wryly.

“Damnit, Keith. That’s against our image.” Brian teased, his blonde locks bouncing as his head moved. You giggled.

“Well, I suppose we shouldn’t keep the others waiting? They’re out there pretending they know how to play golf.” The crowd laughed, yet again. You were on a roll. You got up from your stool, getting your footing on the floor, not forgetting to leave a tip in the jar, as you exited the building flanked by your biggest pop competitor.

The image of their (y/n) coming up the hill with a group of men known for being disrespectful towards everything did set the lads on edge a bit. John was almost angry, Paul was concerned, George was curious, and Ringo was still focusing on his swing. Brian was just glad that these people had showed up on time.

As the manager’s greeting each other with aggressive levels of formality, the group took to intermingling.

“Not gonna lie, I thought you had just found some fans (y/n).” Paul started.

“You’d be correct. We are fans.” Mick put an arm around your shoulder.

“Speak for yourself. I thought you were kidnapped.” John did that thing where he would say a joke, but you knew that there was real anger underneath. You silently prayed that John wouldn’t mess this up.

“Oh, please. If anything I kidnapped them.” You psshed.

“Does anyone actually know why we’re here?” Brian interluded, somewhat impatient with the formalities of the managers.

“I think the football mums over there wanted us to play golf together? Because that’s what business people do?” John shrugged sarcastically, and the group chuckled.

“Is now a bad time to tell them that I don’t think any of us know how to play?” George quipped quietly, though making sure that he was still included in the conversation.

“Speak for yourself, I think my swings improved.” Ringo demonstrated, narrowly missing the back of Brian’s head, though thankfully, Brian didn’t actually notice.

“Yeah, if you’re tryna take someone out.” You smiled at Ringo, knowing full well that someone would die of a golf mishap before the day was over.

“Speakin’ of takin’ out...” Mick looked back down at you flirtatiously. John had finally boiled over.

“Absolutely not. No.” He pulled you over to their side. Everyone giggled like a bunch of pre-teen boys, except for John, surprisingly.

“As a rule, (y/n) is off limits. Just business, lads.” He placed you behind him and Paul like a wall.

“Imma big girl, Johnny. Just like you.” Talk shit, get roasted John. Though everyone was laughing, with several oohs interspersed between them, you could swear that Paul laughed unusually hard.

“Alright you ten,” Brian returned to the group, “shall we get started?”

“I just have one question, Brian,” Paul turned to face him, “how do you play golf?”

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hyunsracha · 5 years

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poetry — kim seungmin

word count: 2k

summary: why are crushes so difficult?

“why are crushes so difficult?”

this was kim seungmin’s dilemma.

he flops down on his best friend’s bed, glaring at the romance movie posters plastered on the walls.

“what’s so difficult about them, minnie? they’re fun! you get butterflies and blushy and you start trying to write poetry...all that fun stuff?” his best friend, hwang hyunjin, didn’t even look up from his notes to speak.

hyunjin was the sappiest, most love-filled person seungmin knew. he loved romance movies and dating and being in love.

seungmin, on the other hand, had never had a crush before. sure, he’s been attracted to people, but no …. poetic thoughts.

“p-poetry?”

“yeah. do you….oh my god.” hyunjin stood from his desk chair, “do you write poetry about y/n?”

“n-no!”

“KIM SEUNGMIN.” and he pounced. he landed right next to seungmin on the bed, hands coming out to smack at the younger boy as he squealed.

“show it to me, show it to me!!!! i’m your best friend, minnie!”

“WHICH IS WHY IT’S WEIRD GET AWAY FROM ME-”

hyunjin huffed, his bottom lip jutting out.

“fine. but you’re really whipped, you know.”

“yeah. tell me about it.”

“okay! well, for example, today y/n came into the lunchroom and you spilled your milk-”

“HYUNJIN I DIDN’T MEAN- okay.” seungmin sighed, turning to face the boy he ‘unfortunately’ called his best friend, “what do i do?”

“have you ever thought about, i dunno, confessing?”

“eat my shorts.”

hyunjin went back to his desk, returning his attention to his math homework, “then sit and be in love and fucking Perish.”

it wasn’t seungmin’s fault he didn’t wanna confess!!

maybe he would confess if everyone else wasn’t >:(((

he understood that you were like … super pretty and nice and smart and perfect in every way (◕ ◡ ◕)

but it was like someone new confessed to you Every Day

even people from other schools!!!! >:(((

one day, he was leaving the school, and he saw you on the sidewalk with a boy from ur school’s Rival School

and the boy was blushing >:( and he had a flower in his hand >:(

but u rejected him!

just like u rejected Everyone

and he didn’t understand,,,

u could have Anyone U Wanted

whatever! he liked u better single

it meant he still maybe had a chance :(

to be honest, seungmin doesn’t remember when he first starting liking u

maybe it was when you two got paired up in chemistry and you knew Nothing about chemistry

“okay so put in one drop of the clear.”

“w-what’s in the clear?”

“it’s water, y/n.”

“oh!” and you blushed and seungmin’s heart went JFSGJSKH

or maybe it was during hoco when he was just chilling, drinking some punch, chomping on a cookie

and you came up to him :((( all shy :((( and u looked SO GOOD

and you asked him to dance with you

yeah he choked on his cookie a little bit but then that boy was ON THE DANCE FLOOR

surprisingly, seungmin Did know how to dance

being best friends with the co-captain of the dance team since kindergarten has its perks!

u were a lil shocked too like that mf just Took You In His Arms and started swaying and u were like HUH????

when did seungmin become a MAN

he didn’t, he’s just a very sophisticated Boy.

hyunjin thinks seungmin started liking you when you first met

seungmin thinks hyunjin is fucking stupid

he was FIVE and all seungmin cared about when he was 5 was sour gummy worms

“isn’t that all u care about now?”

“sour gummy worms AND Y/N!!!”

so yeah, seungmin was #whipped

AND THE POETRY THING KSJGSKGJ ok hear him out

it was 4am and he had spent like 30 years studying for a chemistry test and he was stressed to the Max and just wanted to lay down

and when he lays down, his mind naturally turns to U

and in his sleep deprived state his mind was just . Mush .

so he dragged his body back to his desk and just ~wrote~

yeah, he couldn’t look you in the eye the next day but he got his feelings out.

he couldn’t help his crush on u, especially when u were in his group of friends

hyunjin, jisung, felix, seungmin, you, and jeongin

sound like chaos? because It Is.

u and seungmin have basically become the parents of this little friend group

“jeongin let me see what u have”

“a knife”

“NO”

and

“How did jisung get on the ceiling.”

“FELIX TOLD ME I COUDL BE SPIDERMAN”

“JISUNG GET THE FUCK DOWN”

of course, being the parents meant a lot of … Teasing

especially from hyunjin, bc he was the only one who knew about seungmin’s crush

hyunjin: so when’s the wedding :D

seungmin, halting his onion slicing: Excuse Me?

you: hehe whenever seungmin’s ready!! i know he wants to go to law school first!!

seungmin, chopping onions at LIGHTNING SPEED: HAHAHA OKAY Y/N

you always said things like that and it made him JFKDJK

one time the others were teasing him bc he dyed his hair red and they kept calling him cherry and u just went:

“so WHAT if he looks like a cherry he’s my CUTE cherry” and u grabbed his hand and glared at everyone like -__________-

seungmins brain: WHW-WW LIPSTICK

seungmins heart: H UHU H MECEHRY

seungmins mouth: YOU- WHAT - HUH- ME?

and after that :(((( u started calling him cherry :((( even after he dyed his hair again :((

back to the main point: seungmin’s whipped and he doesn’t know how much longer he can take this but he Won’t Confess

hyunjin’s got a plan!

he calls it How Does Y/N Feel and he swears it’s a secret

it’s not, he wrote it on his whiteboard in pretty pastel markers

“what’s this plan of yours, sweetie?”

“MOM CAN U GET OUT IM A SECRET AGENT”

“ok mr secret agent come downstairs and eat your peas”

“MOM”

so basically his plan was to ask if u liked seungmin but hes VERY EXCITED ABOUT IT OK

“hey y/n~~~” he sang as he sat down next to you in geometry.

“jinnie!!! how are you today :D” ugh look at you, an angel.

“good, about to be better...or worse.”

“why?”

“i need to ask you something.”

“Ominous!”

“do you like seungmin?”

“ya.”

hyunjin: OUSUGH?

you: how did u say that out loud

“YOU LIKE SEUNGMIN-”

you slapped a hand over his mouth, “KEEP YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT JESUS CHRIST-

i thought you knew i like him??? like...i’m not hiding it?”

hyunjin knew seungmin wouldn’t believe it if he just told him

so he was audio recording the whole thing on his phone :) what a sneaky dude

so after geometry ended he fuckign NYOOOMED to english

“SEUNGMIN SEUNGMIN SEUNGMING HSJG SJISEUGMGING”

“dude did u do crack or something holy shit-”

“SHUT UP LISTEN TO THIS.”

“if this is another one of your boyfriend’s songs i swear to god-”

but he put in hyunjin’s earbuds (not airpods) anyway

“t-this isn’t jisung….”

and he Listened

I Thought You Knew I Like Him.

“are u fucking with me jin. is this a fucking skit i swear to god if you're MESSING WITH ME-”

“they don’t even know i was recording them.” hyunjin giggled, the snake.

“oh so you’re a total douche.”

“i just did you the hugest favor and you just called me a douche...okay! friendship cancelled, give me my phone, put your stupid airpods back in-”

“don’t call them Stupid!”

“sorry, i can’t hear you, i don’t have my STUPID AIRPODS IN!”

seungmin couldn’t concentrate for the entirety of english

your words kept swirling around his brain, and he resorted to just doodling hearts on the margins of his papers.

and then he went to Chemistry!

there you were :((( in your cute little lab coat and safety goggles :(((

seungmin didn’t think anyone would ever pull off a lab coat and goggles like you did

“h-hey y/n…”

“hey cherry! ready to make some chemistry? :D”

he inhaled, knowing that there was a chance he was going to regret his next statement for the rest of his life:

“i think you and i already have enough chemistry.”

now it was ur turn to JKSGJKH

you flushed a bright pink, turning to your lab table to hide the shy smile growing on your face

“yeah?” your voiced cracked a little bit

and seungmin knew

“yeah.”

class went by quickly, with the two of you exchanging Looks before quickly looking away

and then you had lunch! and since you ate lunch together, you walked together

this time, You wanted to be the daring one

so you were walking through the halls side by side

and after a minute you just …. Held His Hand a little bit

and he squeezed your hand in return and your tummy felt like JAOGHNJ

then you entered the cafeteria and your friends’ eyes immediately went ZOOM on your interlocked hands

“W-W-W-WHAT IS THIS?” jeongin, the poor baby, spluttered

“are you out of the loop? they’re in love!” jisung was practically shooting heart eyes at the two of you

“no one tells me anything.” jeongin pouted

“are we Not In Love, jisung.”

“jinnie u know i love you but this is FRESH and it’s FUN let me ogle.”

“JISUGN???”

felix just smiled at you two, patting the space next to him, “i always knew this was gonna happen.”

“what are you losers talking about?” seungmin asked.

“yeah, nothing happened. seungmin and i are just friends.”

“you- just- HUH????”

“he hasn’t asked me out yet.” you shrugged, pulling your lunch box out of your backpack.

seungmin gasped, dropping your hand to cover his heart, “do i have to?”

“i deserve it, you animal. i’ve only been waiting since middle school.”

MIDDLE SCHOOL???

well, this was a shock.

“MIDDLE SCHOOL???”

“yeah? you kicked that dude in the shin for me. it was nice. no one’s ever done that for me before.”

“t-the shins? you started liking him over a shin kick, y/n?” felix deadpanned.

“i was like 13 can you shut the fuck up? i don’t just like him because he kicked a guy in the shins for me.”

“oh? why else do you like him?”

“we’re not having this conversation right now, jeongin.”

“oh hell yes we are.”

“SEUNGMIN??”

but he just :D at you and you were whipped so :///

“Okay! i like him because he’s...just a good guy. like he’s smart and he’s funny and he’s….really cute and he would probably kick jisung in the shin if i asked him to.”

“i would.”

“bet!”

“okay!”

“hey what no- OW SEUNGMIN!” jisung whined, pulling his leg up on the seat

“kiss it better jinnie-”

“jisung no.”

“JINNIE :((((“

you grinned, looking over at seungmin.

he was already looking, and you could practically See the heart eyes he was sending you.

did it make you super flustered? yeah. did you mind? not really.

“so,” you leaned in closer, speaking quiet enough so that your friends couldn’t hear over whatever they were yelling about this time, “you gonna ask me out or not?”

“i’ll walk you home?”

“i’ll be waiting.”

the rest of the day went by Painfully slow

but after your last class, there he was !!!!

and he was walking you home !!!

and he held your hand !!!!

“let me get something from my house real quick.” seungmin lived closer to the school than you did, so you always passed by his house.

you waited on the porch while he ran outside

he came back in a minute, flushed and holding a folded piece of paper.

“here.” he shoved the paper in your hand, taking your free hand in his and dragging you along.

“MINNIE let me read this!!!!” you whined.

he sighed, stopping on the sidewalk to let you read it clearly.

you had to reread a few lines because they were just so pretty.

you didn’t expect something like this from seungmin, he was usually so direct and not so flowery.

but it was beautiful.

“why are you crying WHAT’S WRONG IS IT BAD-”

“SEUNGMIN HHHHHHH” you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist.

and he held you just back as tightly.

“so uh. do you wanna like….go out with me or something?”

“yes, you big dummy. i would love to.”

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Hocus Pocus - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 7,051

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), Hair Pulling

Notes: So, I was at work listening to a song and it inspired this. I will include the song that is sung IN the fic as well, in case you have never heard it. And in case it is not obvious, the inspiration is based a bit off of the movie Hocus Pocus. PS Happy Belated Halloween. I missed it by less than 2 hours. But I wrote 7k in less than 7 hours.

Inspiration Song | Fic Song

As a child, Stiles Stilinski heard the same story every Halloween from his mother, Claudia.

“There was once a band of witches that roamed and ruled the Beacon Hills Preserve. And every Halloween, they would lure little children such as yourself in to feed on their souls. With a simple lullaby, children would disappear into the trees, ever to be seen again. So, when you are out Trick-or-Treating, you need to make sure to stay away from the woods. Otherwise, they will come and take you away.”

With his young age and curious mind, he laughed at the thought, dubbing it as a tall tale people told their kids to keep them in line when Mischief Night came around. He thought it false and spent many years brushing off the story his mother had told him.

The doubt didn’t dissipate as he grew older and wiser; it only seemed to strengthen. And even when he learned of the supernatural, he overlooked those tales, figuring nothing like that could ever be true.

How wrong can one man get?

Maybe he should have listened to her closer…

Stiles glared between his burger and the two men sitting across from him. The three didn’t share any glances, the tension so thick, it could be cut with a knife. Finally slumping in his chair and running a hand through his hair, he sighed.

“Why the fuck did I agree to go out to dinner with you guys again?”

Derek looked up from his food, sipping the chocolate shake he had ordered. “I didn’t want to be home when the kids start trick-or-treating. You know I hate people. I can moderately stand you.”

The two turned to their third companion.

“I just like to piss you off,” Theo stated calmly, earning a loud groan from the spastic male.

Stiles leaned forward, stuffing a handful of curly fries in his mouth. “Yeah, well, this is exactly how I planned to spend my Halloween,” he grumbled, every word laced with his classic sarcasm.

Derek grumbled, placing his glass down. “Yeah because my ideal Halloween is sitting in a fast food restaurant with you and dipshit chimera over here,” he stated bluntly, Theo still looking amused that he was pissing the boys off. “It’s not our fault that Scott decided he wanted to have a weekend getaway with Liam and Isaac.”

“I know,” Stiles sighed. “He called it Alpha-Beta Bonding Time. Because they definitely needed it.” Please, note the high level of sarcasm dripping like venom with every word he uttered. “Then the girls decided to go to a club in San Francisco to help Allison get over her break up with Isaac. My dad is out on a date. Who the hell goes on a date on Halloween? And all this just means I’m left with you guys.”

“Someone’s bitter,” Theo remarked, his tone snarkier than normal.

“I will shove my fist through your face,” Stiles deadpanned at him. His stomach was suddenly full, his appetite lost in his anxiety. “I can’t eat another bite.”

“Why don’t we go for a walk?” Derek suggested. “Maybe we can find a nice hole to bury dipshit in.”

“You mean yourself?” Theo quipped, gathering everyone’s trash and tossing it in the nearest receptacle. The boys continued to bicker, the bell on the front door of the fast food joint jingling as they left. Their bodies moved in unison down the dark road, their mouths moving a mile a minute. They weren’t sure where they were going nor did they care. They were focused on the mindless argument they found themselves in.

Their wandering led them to the edge of the woods, the light from the moon above them providing no relief in the trees. Fallen leaves crunched under their shoes, hands stuffed in pockets or hugging their jackets closed. Everything around them was silent, not a single soul in sight.

Stiles stopped suddenly, his honey brown orbs staring off into the endless abyss of the preserve. The other boys stopped, staring at their “friend,” if they could call themselves that. Stiles cocked his head to the side, forehead scrunching in confusion.

“Do you guys hear that?” He asked suddenly, breaking the silence. The two supernatural creatures looked at him in confusion, taking slow steps towards the chocolate-haired male until they too heard a soft sound in the distance.

𝅘𝅥𝅮Come, little children. I’ll take thee away. Into a land of enchantment𝅘𝅥𝅮

“What the hell is that?” Derek whispered to himself, though his companions picked up on his words.

“More importantly, how the hell did Stiles hear that? He’s a human, yet he heard it before our supernatural hearing? That isn’t possible, right? What is going on?” Theo asked, receiving no answer. Derek was just as confused as Theo was. Stiles was busy staring into the blackness, entranced by the sound.

𝅘𝅥𝅮Come, little children. The time’s come to play. Here in my garden of magic𝅘𝅥𝅮

“I’m going to figure out what it is,” Stiles said shortly, his feet moving forward without much thought. Derek and Theo followed shortly after, being pulled towards the voice just as much as the spastic one was. Their bodies moved quickly through the underbrush of the trees, the singing growing louder the further in the preserve the got.

𝅘𝅥𝅮Follow, sweet children. I’ll show thee the way. Through all the pain and the sorrows𝅘𝅥𝅮

“Maybe we shouldn’t be going after them,” Theo tried to reason, though his heart ached when he said so.

“Oh, come on, Raeken. You are a big, bad chimera. A werewolf and a werecoyote hybrid. You can handle whatever scary singer is haunting these woods,” Stiles mused, casting the quickest glance possible to him. Theo scoffed, shaking his head.

“Guys, look,” Derek said, stopping dead in his tracks. The others stopped as well, staring at the large house yards ahead of them. Dim lights shone through the windows, the door swinging ajar. A billow of white smoke flittered from the chimney on the roof. A large tree stood beside the old house, a ragged swing swaying in the late Halloween breeze.

The voice was louder than before, the sound spilling from the crack in the front door.

𝅘𝅥𝅮Weep not, poor children for life is this way. Murdering beauty and passions𝅘𝅥𝅮

“We should leave,” Derek muttered, his body betraying him when he took another step towards the mysterious house.

“Agreed,” Theo nodded, his claws digging into the tree beside him to fight the urge to rush forward as well.

“I’m going,” Stiles firmly said, willingly letting his body move forward. “Whoever it is can’t be that bad, right? And if they are dangerous, you guys can take them. But,” he paused in speech and step, looking back at the guys. “Something inside me is saying I need to find out who is here. It’s like… I need them in my life. And they want me here. I’m not turning back.”

The guys didn’t respond, reluctantly following Stiles. They knew he was right. They felt it too. They were just too stubborn to admit Stiles was correct on this matter.

Stiles pushed the door open with a shaky hand, fully engulfed by the elegant singing that had him lost in a beautiful trance. His eyes widened at the sight ahead of him, his heart picking up at the view combined with the enthralling sound.

𝅘𝅥𝅮Hush now, poor children. It must be this way. To weary of life and deceptions𝅘𝅥𝅮

He found you standing in the middle of the room, a black dress lining your body, a reddish-purple lace lining the sleeves and skirt, ending mid-thigh. A locket was encircling your neck, Stiles swearing he saw a soft glow emitting from it. Black thigh high stockings covered your legs with black booties. Your hair was thrown up into a ponytail, the front ends falling loose to frame your face. A black hat sat atop your head, slightly off centered to the right, the same lacing around the rim with a cat pendant attached to it.

Your hands extended out to him, gesturing him forward with a curl of your fingers, your voice coaxing him inside the house further. Stiles’ mouth dropped open, making his way forward until his hand was in yours.

𝅘𝅥𝅮Rest now, my children, for soon we’ll away into the calm and the quiet𝅘𝅥𝅮

Derek and Theo stopped feet behind Stiles, no one realizing the front door swung shut, locking itself.

Stiles blinked, opening his mouth slowly to speak, but no words came out. You giggled, your hand placed on his cheek instead. “Well, aren’t you adorable? My name is Y/N. What can I call you, handsome?”

“S-Stiles,” he was able to force out, his eyes never leaving yours as you backed away slightly.

“Oh, I love that name!” You mused, seeing Stiles smile are your enthusiasm.

“Y/N, you aren’t getting attached already, are you?” they heard a voice from above. “You always had a habit of getting attached to the children.”

Two sets of foots steps were heard, one descending the stairs, the other staying perched against the rail on the second floor, staring down at them. The figure at the bottom of the steps smiled, her pearly white teeth shining and her blue eyes glittering in the candlelight around the house. Her brown hair was strung over her shoulder, her curves accentuated by the black, sleeveless dress with blue trim she wore. A star barrette was holding some of her hair back.

“Oh my,” she mumbled, glancing at you are the girl on the second floor.

“I think your singing is getting rusty after being locked away,” the third girl mused, her brown eyes flicking between her compatriots. Her brown hair was up in a bun, loose stands falling about. A moon necklace dangled from her neck, resting mid-chest above her black halter dress with gold lining. “You’re attracting teenage boys now instead of children.”

“Well, I’m not arguing,” you hummed, staring at Stiles. “They’re quite… delectable anyway. I can feel it. Except for this one, they aren’t human.” You nodded at Stiles, a blush forming on his cheeks. “I’m sure Amanda agrees.”

“I definitely agree with Y/N. I like this one,” she said, moving from her spot at the bottom of the stairs and making her way towards Theo. Theo’s mouth opened, Amanda’s finger placed on his lips before he could speak. “He’s quite handsome. And his energy is delicious.”

Theo pulled away slightly, licking his lips slowly. “Who are you?”

“My name is Amanda,” she said, her eyelashes fluttering behind the glasses she wore. “And you are Theo.” Theo wanted to question, but his mind was blank. Her fingers drew circles on his chest, her touch fire to his covered skin. “How about I show you around the house? We have this really nice game room that I think you might like.”

Theo nodded, sending a look to Stiles and Derek as he was dragged away. Stiles gawked as they disappeared around the corner. “Damn, Theo is gonna get some,” he said loudly, Derek rolling his eyes. You laughed at his words.

“You picked up a real charmer, Y/N.”

“Oh shush, B. He’s sweet,” you hummed, glancing up at your friend long before focusing back on Stiles. “She’s just jealous, sweetie.”

“I can tell,” Stiles joked.

“Don’t try to lift his ego,” Derek groaned, massaging his temple. “He’s already witty and sarcastic enough. Don’t add a big ego to the mix.”

Briana, the third of the trio jumped over the railing she had been perched against, landing gracefully in front of Derek. “She always does this. She’s attracted to these kinds of guys. Then she likes to keep them longer than she is supposed to,” Briana snapped at herself, sending a look to you, which you proceeded to ignore. She looked up at Derek, her 5’7” frame doing nothing to his 6’ stature. “I’m Briana, B for short. And you look like a man who likes some good food.”

“Well, I live alone, so I don’t get a lot of good cooking,” he mused, a smirk on his face. Stiles gagged to himself at Derek’s lame attempt at flirting, his stomach twisting when he realized it was actually working.

“Well, I’m the cook between the three of us. I can show you to the kitchen. I am in need of some nice… meat anyway,” she hummed, eying his body a couple times. Derek’s eyes darkened, allowing her hand to slip into his and lead him away.

“Well, that was interesting,” Stiles mumbled, shuffling between his feet in front of you. You stood there calmly, watching his every move. He eyed your figure once, his tongue passing over his lips. “What are you? How did you lure us here? And why?”

“You like to question,” you told him, taking his hand softly, your thumb running over the top of it. “I like that. No one ever questions us. Though it has been a while since we’ve done this. And We don’t normally get guys like you coming.”

“That doesn’t explain what you are.”

“We’re witches, silly,” you said, grinning as you pull him up the stairs. You hummed as your led him through the winding halls, Stiles trying to process what was going on.

“Witches?” He asked himself more than you. “Alright, why are you here then?”

“No reason,” you said shortly, pushing open a door. Releasing his hand, you walked into the room, your arms spread wide and spinning in a circle. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

Stiles slowly followed you in, the door swinging closed and locking itself just like before. Though Stiles didn’t pay attention. He glanced at the objects around him, tracing his fingers on little objects here and there. “It’s nice,” he mumbled.

“I know, right?”

He stopped at a book, flipping through the pages, his orbs scanning the foreign language inside it. Spells, he assumed, biting his lip. Multiple questions raced through his mind, though none made it to his lips. There was something off about you, and he knew it. He felt this aura you exuded, the feeling he was getting slightly off-putting. He felt kind of weak in your presence, and growing weaker every time he came in contact with you.

But, being around you also felt right. More right than he ever felt. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the captivating song that still buzzed around in his head or the true beauty you held, but being near you made him happy.

Stiles stopped at a picture frame delicately picking the photo up. It was a group of females gathered in front of the house he was in now, all wearing black dresses of some form with different colored trimming. Each had their own style, own look. Their hair colors varied from a bright silver to vibrant red. They all looked so happy together.

“Friends?” He asked. You nodded, sitting on your bed and patting the spot next to you, which Stiles gladly took. You leaned against his arm, your hand on his thigh drawing invisible shapes.

“We used to be one big group of girls, but small towns are hard to house so many witches.” He wasn’t sure what you meant, but ignored the feeling inside him when you started pointing at different people in the picture. “You know me, B, and Amanda. This one is Lauren, but everyone calls her Lau. She is pretty much our queen since she brought us all together,” you hummed, pointing to the beautiful red-head, her curled hair and make-up highlighting every feature she hair. She wore a green choker with a cat pendent, the green matching the green trimming she wore.

“This is Talia. We got lucky she joined in this picture because she normal takes all the pictures. She’s a sweetheart and I miss her,” you told him, pointing to the girl with longish, silvery white hair that was held back with a rainbow cauldron barrette. She was slender, her breasts perky in the C-cup she sported (don’t ask how Stiles could tell that from a picture). “She moved up north with Lau and Audrey”

You pointed next to a pale but beautiful girl, her brunette hair silky and smooth and her blue eyes as bright as can be. And orange pumpkin locket hung from her neck, the same shade as her dress. “This is Kayla. She’s a peach man. She makes killer potions believe it or not.”

“Witches really make potions?” Stiles jokingly asked, seeing you nod.

“Yes, we do. I will show you sometime,” you grinned, winking at him. You pointed to the next girl, her brown her half up and half down, held by a planet pin. Her blue eyes glimmered, almost as if they were entering your soul, and freckles peppered her face cutely. “This one is Jane. Super talented, super nice, super caring. One hundred percent would bake her a cake,” you laughed, Stiles chuckling along with you.

“There are two people unfortunately that aren’t pictured. Arielle and Madison. They are babes, but they moved down south to start up a new house and hopefully find some more witches for our coven. We are stronger together, not apart,” you told him, a sad smile on your face. His hand reached out, taking one of yours between his fingers, rubbing your skin softly.

Stiles looked over the picture again. “They’re beautiful,” he hummed.

“They are,” you whispered, leaning closer till your lips were against his ear. “What about me?”

Stiles’ breath caught in his throat, fumbling to keep from dropping the picture. “I mean,” he choked out, heaving slightly. “You’re definitely more beautiful than them. Absolutely gorgeous. And I feel like I need to be here with you. You just seem so amazing and I feel kind of complete with you. Fuck, I’m rambling.”

You laughed, kissing his cheek. “Precious,” you mumbled.

Stiles swallowed, his Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down, trying to focus. “Why did you lure us here? Why are you here? You said something about not being here for a while.” He paused, thinking. “The Nemeton…?”

“The Nemeton sealed us away,” you said, standing from the bad and taking the picture from his hands. “But you helped release us, Stiles. I can feel the Nemeton’s power inside you. So, thank you.”

“Why are you avoiding telling me why you are here?” He asked once more.

“You’re too curious, Stiles,” you said, humming a new lullaby. His mind blanked slightly, watching your body approach him, hips swaying slightly. You pushed against his chest, carefully straddling his waist on the edge of the bed. “It doesn’t matter why we are here. All that matters right now is you and me.”

The chocolate-haired man’s jaw dropped, his mouth dry. “Y-Yeah,” he choked out.

“Relax,” you mumbled, taking his hands and running them up your torso, his hands attaching to your clothed breasts. They squeezed at the perky mounds unconsciously, a smile flitting around on your cheeks. “Yeah, just like that, Stiles.”

“Holy shit,” he groaned to himself.

“You like this?” you cooed, placing your hands on his and helping him squeeze more. “You want more, Stiles?”

“This is a dream, right?” She asked rhetorically, looking up into your eyes.

“Hmm, definitely not a dream, Sti. This is all real,” you told him, placing your hands on his cheeks and moving down to kiss him fully on the lips. A low noise was lost between your lisp the second they were attached, his eyes sliding closed quickly. His head tilted to the side to get a better angle, his lips naturally engulfing yours. You mewled, the feeling of his lips being soft and juicy. Your lips fit together like two puzzle pieces, lips smacking against each other loudly. He pulled away occasionally to breathe before delving back in for another hot, open mouth kiss. Your teeth clashed whenever he leaned forward once more, your noses brushing and your lips sliding against one another. He would tug at your bottom lip with his teeth, eliciting a quiet moan from deep inside your throat.

Stiles paid no heed to the dropping energy he was feeling, every kiss he shared with you fueling him and draining him simultaneously. His body burned under your touch, your lips and fingers making his skin tingle. His body was yelling at him to spot and run, but his mind was urging him to continue, to regret everything in the morning.

His mind was winning by a landslide.

His tongue slid through a small gap in your lips, tangling with yours in a fruitful battle for dominance. His hands squeezed at your breasts a few more times before sliding around to your back. The back of your dress was open, his nails raking across your skin before attempting to find a zipper or clasp that held it closed.

He pulled away after a few attempts, his brow knit together. You giggled at the look, kissing along his jaw. “Need help?” You hummed. Stiles blushed a bright red, looking away slightly ashamed. He nodded slowly, frowning when he felt you slid off his lap. “How about you take off your shirt in exchange for me taking off my dress?”

Stiles’ pupils dilatated, gawking over at you. “I can deal with that,” he replied in a gruff voice, practically tearing the buttons off his flannel to get it off. He heard your soft giggle, the flannel slipping from his grasp. “You’re turn.”

“Deals a deal, right?” You asked, reaching behind to pull down the zipper that held the black silk to your body. It slid down with ease, the dress literally dropping off your body once the zipper was lowered. You stood in front of him in just your reddish-purple panties, thigh highs and booties. His tongue ran along his lips at the image in front of him, his hands reaching for you.

You grinned, strutting forward until you were directly in front of him. Your hands locked with his, entwining your fingers together, moving to kneel next to him on the bed. His breathing was slightly ragged, a tent forming in the khakis he was clad in. A manicured hand dipped down to rub the tent through his jeans, Stiles burying his face in your chest to stifle his moan.

“You’re so excited, Stiles,” you teased, cupping him through the tan material. He groaned into your chest, sucking dark red marks in the valley between your breasts. You mewled at the feeling he was giving you, shifting in your position so you could unbutton the intrusive material. His lips remained on your chest, moving just enough so he could attach to your nipple.

Your hands stilled, head falling back with a slew of moans. His smile against your chest was obvious, his actions deepening. His lips wrapped around the hard peak, kissing and sucking at it vigorously. His teeth nibbled at the bud, tugging at it whenever he pulled away. Dark bruises were splayed across your torso, zero regrets between either of you.

Stiles made to swap breasts but was surprised when he found his back to the bed, your dainty hands tugging his pants and boxers down his legs. Stiles propped himself up on his elbows, watching your expression turn into one of shock at the size of him. His cock slapped his stomach proudly, a string of precum connecting the tip and the dark hairs of his happy trail. He twitched in the chilly air around him, eager for some form of contact.

“Damn, Stiles,” you mumbled.

“What?”

“I’ve been around a long time. I’m sure you’ve figured that much out. You’ve the smart one of your pack. But never in all my years have a seen someone quite as… well-endowed as you,’ you muttered.

“You mean like…” he trailed off, pondering his words.

“You have a huge dick,” you told him bluntly in return.

“Oh,” he mumbled, looking down at himself. “I am bigger than the average guy, aren’t I?”

“No shit, Sherlock,” you quipped, your body squirming its way out of your panties. You dropped them on his khakis, smiling. “Now, I need to moisten up for a little bit of fun. And I think you do too.”

“I… what?”

The spastic male received not reply, just a face full of dripping pussy, one leg on either side of his head. His warm breath fanned over your core, your fingers wrapping around the base of his cock and your lips kissing along his length. Stiles mumbled curses into your core, his tongue flicking across your clit when he tried to moisten his lips.

“Come on, Stiles,” you hummed, licking at the slit on his tip, savoring the taste of his precum. “Lick me. I want your tongue inside me.”

His cock twitched in your hands, Stiles releasing a deep groan. “Fuck, that was sexy,” he said in a gruff voice, moving his head forward until he was kitten licking at your clit and entrance. You followed in response, your mouth wrapping around the head of his cock. Your hollow cheeks applied extra pressure around him, combined with the feeling of your mouth sucking hard at him. He groaned into you, pulling you back by your thighs so his tongue could slide into you easily. His tongue slid in and out of you quickly, swirling in circles to rub every inch of your walls. His fingers toyed with your clit, flicking it and rubbing harshly at it.

You moaned around his cock, your head bobbing quickly on him. It didn’t matter how deep you went. The feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat made your mouth water. Your fingers fondled his balls, your nose burying into the dark hairs around the base of his shaft. He groaned into your pussy feeling your tongue tracing the pulsing vein on the underside of him, his length twitching against your cheeks.

He pulled from your pussy, pressing his tongue to your clit once before lifting you off him. You gave him a confused look when you turned to him, the man under you just grinning widely. “I don’t want to cum in your mouth,” he stated. “I want to cum in your pussy.”

Your body shook with happiness and want, promptly moving to straddle his hips. His harden shaft slid along your moistened core moans pulled from both of you. You slid forward until the tip of his cock pressed to your entrance. When you backed into him, he slid inside you with ease until he was fully sheathed.

Your hands met his chest, rest then for a moment while you rotated your hips, adjusting to his large size. “Damn,” you mewled, head falling back. “It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked. But I’ve never felt someone as good as you.”

Stiles groaned, settling his hands on your waist. “You feel so good, babe,” he mumbled without thinking.

“Babe?” You questioned with a smile. You leaned forward, your breasts pressing to his chest. His eyes locked on yours, closing only when your lips met his. “Does that mean you’re mine? And I’m yours?”

Stiles contemplated his words carefully, unsure what the right answer was. But the answer filled the room before he realized he said it.

“Yes.”

And it felt all too right to say it.

“Good,” you whispered, kissing him softly. You pulled away from him, your hips rocking against his steadily. Stiles groaned, your walls tightening around him whenever his length rubbed against them. Your hands landed on his chest for leverage, speeding up with each thrust.

It wasn’t long till you were bouncing on his cock, the sound of your skin slapping one another filling the quiet room. His fingers dug into your sides, helping led your motions, his hips occasionally bucking upwards to meet your thrusts in perfect harmony. He shimmied up on the bed until he was propped up on the pillows, his eyes swapping between your bliss-filled face, bouncing breasts, and his glistening soaked cock emerging from your pussy, disappearing shortly after until he was buried deep in you once again. The tip prodded at your g-spot, your body massively shaking whenever he hit it. You moaned his name due to the friction between your pelvises, your body burning inside.

You pulled him into a sitting position, your arms slinging over his shoulder to claw at his back. Stiles grunted, resting on his hands and bending his knees to give him leverage. His hips thrust up into yours, a whiny moan ripped from inside you as a plea for more. Stiles took this as a sigh to continue, his thrusts growing more rapid and harder, pounding upwards into your beaten cunt.

Your head buried into his neck, arms wrapping around him. Red scratches lined his back muscles, proof that he was making you feel good. The thing that caught him off guard was when he felt a burning sensation on his left shoulder blade, the pain diminishing seconds later. He brushed off the weird sensation, focusing on driving you to your orgasm.

You shook in his arms, nipping at his neck. “Stiles,” you panted, withering in her grasp. “I’m close.”

“I know,” he mumbled, wiping the sweat on his brow. His thrusts were growing sloppy, his cock twitching violently inside you. He pulled you from his neck to look in your eyes, his forehead on yours. “Cum with me.”

You grinned, leaning up to kiss him. The kiss sparked something inside him, a literal jolt of electricity running through both your bodies. His cock sputtered inside you, his legs tightening when he came, his seed spilling in waves into your pussy. You mewled at the warm feeling it gave you, your stomach tightening until your own release hit, juices mixing with his. You moaned into the kiss, nails digging into his pale skin more, your body flush against his.

When your bodies still, you rolled off him, propped on your hands and knees. “One more round. And I like it hard, baby,” you heaved out, sending him a seductive grin. Stiles’ eyes darkened, the normal honey brown turning into a dark chocolate. He swung behind you quickly, rubbing his cock through your folds a few times to reharden himself.

With a single, swift thrust forward, the giant cock you had grown attached to filled you to the brim, a loud scream trapped in a pillow. You were given no time to accommodate his size, his hips snapping into your ass. His speed was godlike, faster than anyone you knew – including supernatural creatures. He was forceful, feverishly thrusting into you. His hands held you still, the only movement your body made was when it jolted forward upon contact. The sound of skin on skin was louder than before.

“Come on, baby,” he huffed, tugging your hair slightly so you couldn’t hide in the pillows. “You said you like it hard. I want to hear you scream for me too.”

“Fuck,” you whimpered loudly, your body shaking. Stiles chuckled, speeding up more, his thrusts solid, hips vigorously slamming into you. His hand reached around, rubbing harsh circles to your clit, your body getting overly stimulated. The way his cock slid into you, his girth stretching your core more than you were used to, the tip easily jabbing at your cervix and sweet spot. He was effortlessly making you lose control. Your body tightened in ways you had never experienced, and you loved every second of it.

“Come on, baby,” he grumbled, his thrusts growing messier by the second. “Scream for me.”

The male’s body jerked forward with a powerful thrust, the sensation made your eyesight blacken and your hearing go out for a second. When you came to, Stiles made a groan of satisfaction, the only indication that you had let out a loud scream of his name.

“That’s right,” he moaned, rubbing harder at your clit, driving his weary body to the max. “Cum with me.”

You whimpered for him, your toes curling in your boots. Your stomach clenched, snapping in a single second. Your walls clamped around him in a tight hug, your juices gushing out and splattering around his thick cock. The warm moisture sent his senses wild, loads of hot, white cum spilling from his tip and mixing with yours. You moaned loudly, relishing in the feeling his seed gave you. His thrusts slowed, easing you both through your highs.

He pulled out a minute later, collapsing on the bed. You smiled, leaning over him and pecking his lips. “Sleep, Stiles,” you mumbled.

Stiles said nothing, lulled into sleep without a fight. You placed a light kiss to his forehead, draping a blanket over his body before proceeding to get dressed. You folded his clothes, placing them on the dresser, leaving him a treat of your panties in his pocket. You gave him one last smile before slipping out the door and running downstairs.

B was in the kitchen, fixing her hair. “Good time?” You asked, catching her smirk.

“Absolutely,” she laughed, looking over at the snoring former alpha on the kitchen table, a dish towel over his privates. “You sounded like you had a good time. I heard your screams echoing down here.”

You blushed, playing with the bottom of your dress. “Well, you know…”

“That big?”

“That good,” you told her. “I’ve never had better sex.”

“Is that why you’ve glowing?” Amanda asked, strutting into the kitchen. You could see Theo laying on the couch in your game room, wearing only his boxers.

“She marked him. You only get that glow when you mark your significant other,” B said. Amanda gawked for a second, her mouth wide.

“Damn, he must be REALLY good if you are serious like this. You want to see him every year? You pledged to him?”

“What can I say?” You hummed. “He’s special. And he said he was mine. And I’m his.”

“Get it girl,” Amanda laughed.

“Too bad he won’t know what it means. I’m sure he will figure it out before next year rolls around. He’s smart,” you told them. “Though he might kill me when he realizes that I was feeding off his soul the entirety of us being together. Especially the sex. It won’t permanently affect him, but it will be an interest conversation starter next time.”

“Well, you can’t kill him now that you marked him,” B said, gathering her stuff and pulling three brooms from the closet. “Now, can we go? We have little children to lure from home. Derek was a good appetizer, but I need my main course.”

“Amen to that, sista!” Amanda laughed, taking her broom. “Let’s go, Y/N. And this time, bring us children, not hot guys with your singing.”

“No guarantees,” you joked, the girls glaring. “Take a chill pill. Let’s go, losers.”

You led the girls outside, the three of you flying off into the night, the only sound echoing through the air being the last bits of your song.

𝅘𝅥𝅮Come, little children. I’ll take thee away. Into a land of enchantment𝅘𝅥𝅮

𝅘𝅥𝅮Come, little children. The time’s come to play. Here in my garden of shadows𝅘𝅥𝅮

Stiles groaned, looking around the bare room. He faintly recalled what happened the previously night, sighing to himself.

“It feels like a dream, but it wasn’t,” he told himself, ruffling his hair. “Otherwise I would be home right now.” He rolled off the bed, placing his clothes on, frowning when he found your panties stuffed in his pocket. “Definitely not a dream…”

He quietly made his way downstairs, finding Theo and Derek awake and dressed. Derek pursed his lips, looking at the human. “Glad you could join us.”

“What’s going on?” Stiles asked, looking between the guys.

“Scott is home. And he wants to meet with all of us,” Theo mumbled, scowling slightly.

Stiles nodded slowly, making his way to Scott’s house with the guys silently. No one spoke of the events of the prior night, all ashamed of letting their guard down to the witches of Beacon Hills. Stiles recalled the events personally, rubbing at his left shoulder occasionally.

Scott looked horrible when he opened the door. Dark bags under his eyes, messy hair, bruises on his neck.

Wait… what?

“What happened to you?” Stiles questioned his friend.

“The same thing that happened to you apparently,” he mumbled. Everyone gathered in the living room of Scott’s house, sharing the same looks. A cold silence filled the room until Scott broke it. “While we were bonding, we heard this music. Like someone playing the piano. And I don’t know why, but we were drawn in. And we just wanted to be with them…” Scott trailed off.

“Who were they?” Stiles questioned.

“Lau,” Scott muttered, a furlong look in his eyes, like he was missing her already. “She was just so beautiful… I wanted nothing more than to spend every second with her.”

“Same thing with Talia,” Isaac mumbled. “She had this cute British accent. She was the one playing the piano. She played more for me while we were there.”

“Audrey was amazing, guys,” Liam said flatly. “She showed me things I will never forget. She was so talented in every way…”

“I never want to hear you say that again Dunbaby,” Stiles mumbled. He turned to the girls who sat quietly in the corner. “You guys too?”

“Mostly just Allison,” Lydia told him. “We were at the club and I knew the bartender, so he was giving us shots. Next time I know, I walked into the women’s restroom and Allison was there…”

“Her name was Kayla, alright?” Allison said boldly. “And I am not ashamed of what happened. I felt wanted again. I felt like I did when I was first with Scott. And that means a lot more than anything else guys.”

“Ally, you passed out when she left. You were hardcore sleeping on the drive back,” Lydia told her.

“I don’t get it,” Scott said, sitting on the couch. “Who were they?”

“Witches,” Stiles said quietly, recognizing every name that was listed. Everyone turned to look at him. “Y/N said they were witches. But she wouldn’t tell me why they were here.”

“They’re feeding,” Derek said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What?” Everyone in the room questioned.

“That’s what they do. They lure people in and feed on their souls. It’s how they survive till the next year. Their power is at its peak on Halloween. Have you ever heard the tales?”

Stiles paled. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you more, Mom…

“They were probably feeding off us the entire time without us knowing it you know,” Derek mentioned lowly. “We gave them power. We’re lucky we are alive.”

“Is that why every time I touched her, I felt weak?” Stiles asked. Everyone silently agreed with his observation, admitting they had felt the same, and had fallen into a deep sleep after their contact with the witches.

“Most likely. They took our energy,” Derek said, leaning on the counter.

“That’s all good and well. We know what they did to you. But we don’t know why they are here. Why are they only doing this now?” Malia asked, looking between everyone. “There hasn’t been reports of people disappearing before. And I used to live in the woods. I never heard any singing. Or saw kids wandering to that house.”

“They were sealed by the Nemeton,” Stiles answered. “When we sacrificed ourselves, we gave power back to the Nemeton. Which woke them up.”

“Great,” Lydia sighed, standing from her spot. “More issues to deal with. At least it’s just yearly now.” She grabbed Allison’s arm, leading her to the door. “Now, we are going shopping so I can cheer this one up. Again.”

Everyone began to file out of the room, leaving just Scott and Stiles. Stiles rubbed his shoulder again, Scott narrowing his eyes at his best friend. “What’s wrong with your shoulder?”

Stiles frowned, shrugging. “I don’t know. When I was with Y/N last night, there was this burning sensation on my shoulder blade. But since I woke up, I feel like I’m missing something.”

“Let me see,” Scott said. Stiles wordless turned around, removing one arm from the flannel so Scott could look. He heard a click, Scott’s phone shoved in his face. “You have a mark.”

“What?” Stiles asked confused, looking at the picture. It was the outline of a black cat etched into his skin. “The fuck?”

“I have one too,” Scott said, rolling up his left sleeve. A small fox was embedded in his tan skin right above his bands. “I don’t know what it means.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Stiles sighed, fixing his shirt. “I’m going to head home. Get some rest. I’m still not all there after last night.”

“I get ya, man. Get some rest, alright?” Stiles nodded at his friend, the two doing a bro hug before he left. Stiles caught sight of a small fox in the bushes across from Scott’s house before he left, shaking his head at the image and telling himself he imagined it.

His drive home was silent, his thoughts consumed by thoughts of you. He sighed, part of him missing you. Well, a lot of him was missing you. He ran his fingers through his hair as he parked in his drive way, cursing to himself. He felt foolish for caring, but depressed that you weren’t there. He slid from the jeep, walking up to his front door.

What he saw surprised him. A small black cat sat outside his door, staring up at him. His brow furrowed, bending to look at it better. “And how did you get here?” The cat meowed, leaning forward to rub against his leg. “You’re a cutie, aren’t you?”

He picked the cat up, listening to it purr. He saw the glisten of a locket around its neck, his heart wrenching. He felt a familiar pull, like he felt towards you the night prior. “Well, I can’t leave you out here, can I?’ he told it, cradling the cat in his arms as he walked inside. He hoped this would help him cope until he could see you again.

If only he knew the truth…

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their s/o has kinky curly hair with Bakugo, Denki, Midoriya and Todoroki

author’s note: hey so i smoked a lot of weed and tried to do my hair afterwards and I quit so now I’m writing about kinky hair because I have a mixture of 3c and 4c hair and detangling is not poggers. Like it takes an hour to detangle my hair... I don’t have the energy for this rn. But even though it’s a fuck ton of work to take care of natural hair it’s still gorgeous and beautiful and strong and all of the fucking above. Shout out to all my kinky haired girlies. And of course shout out to my beautiful black queens. I see you boo! <3

warnings?: fluff, swearing and mentions of sexual activity (yeah, this one aint nasty... that’s the next post. shhh!) ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP 18+

Bakugo

not gonna lie this mf ignorant as fuck

hates that you take so long to do your hair

but loves watching the process?

“What’s that stuff?” “What does it do?”

educates himself for your future babies

he likes a challenge so why wouldn’t he figure out how to properly take care of curly hair?

offers to do your hair sometimes

sometimes does it better than you do?

thinks you’re a fucking goddess.

i am a firm believer that bakugo LOVES sistas ok??

This morning is particularly stressful. You had already broken a comb or two trying to do your hair last night. So when you went to bed thinking that your hair was gonna turn out amazing you can imagine your shock when it didn’t turn out right. Well, as your taking down your twists, you see that your hair didn’t dry all the way. You try everything you can to salvage your style; you pick it, try and diffuse it but you’re still unsatisfied with the look. You sigh and just tie it up in two afro puffs. You lay your edges carefully and do some light makeup. Suddenly, you hear the bathroom door fly open to reveal your boyfriend Bakugo staring at you.

“So that’s what’s taking you so damn long.” Katsuki says leaning against the door frame. He was going to come in and yell at you to hurry up but with the way you looked all dressed up he was completely thrown off and blown away. You were wearing a bright yellow sundress that trailed down to your ankles. It hugged your body and flowed out towards the bottom of the dress. The bathroom smelled like your hair products; tropical and fruity smells smothering his nostrils. You were like a goddess standing before him. And he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Dammit, Katsuki wait a damn minute. I’ll be out in a second.” You said, adding the finishing touches to your face. Katsuki walks over to you and leans up against the kitchen counter to watch you finish your makeup.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” he said as he stared at your glistening mahogany skin. You tried your best not to giggle at his stares as you turn to look at him.

“You ready to go?” You ask, feeling a little flustered as he ran his hands up and down your hips, stopping at your ass as he cupped it with both hands. Katsuki plants a kiss on your soft, plush lips and shook his head.

“I’d hate to waste that outfit.. but now I don’t wanna even go out. I wanna fuck you instead.” He says as he kisses your neck. OOOOWEEE

Denki

my cute little idiot...

you had to remind him a lot to not touch your hair (it fucks up your style!)

had to explain what “shrinkage” was

asked once “WOAH IS THAT ALL YOUR HAIR???” making you get to cussin’

very infatuated with everything about your hair though. poor thing didn’t know no better until now

plays in your hair anyway when you’re cuddling

wants to do your hair for you but every time you let him it turns out a mess.

loves the way your hair smells when you put your products in it

lowkey wishes he had curly hair too

obsessed with you..

“‘Nari? How do I look?” You ask as you turn away from you vanity to look at your goofy boyfriend who’s playing video games and sitting on the bed in front of you. He paused his game to look at you and immediately turned bright red.

“Wow..” He said, completely amazed. You had your hair in flexi-rods; after you took them down your natural hair cascaded down to your shoulders in heaps and mounds of thick luxuriousness. He loved that your hair framed your face so well and the lovely smell coming from you intoxicated him.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N.” Denki smiles.

You giggle and shake your hair in the mirror, loving how your hair turned out. You put on some lip gloss and stood up to walk over to your full body mirror to pose in front of it. Damn, you looked good! You were feeling yourself for sure and Denki just couldn’t help but stare. He watched you pose in the mirror, playfully wiggling your ass and flipping your hair around. His eyes met your curvaceous body; the jeans you wore hugging your form graciously. The top you wore accentuated your cocoa skin so damn good that it appeared to Denki that you were glowing from within. What a beautiful fucking woman.

He stands up and walks behind you, wrapping his arms around you as he stared at your gorgeous visage in the mirror.

“How’d I get so lucky?” He asked, enamored by your beauty. He plants a kiss on your shoulder as you giggle and embrace him. 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Todoroki

was kinda ignorant to black culture and hair styles but after your careful explaination he’s fully informed and loves every bit of you

buys you all them expensive natural hair products (trust me.. they aint cheap)

Watches you do your hair

loves when you wear box braids, pulls on them during sex sometimes if you’re too fucked out to care (oop)

smells your hair when you’re sleeping (not in a creepy way I promise)

Doesn’t tolerate racism and will beat the shit out of anyone who tried it with you. Period.

loves your complexion, thinks you look scrumptious in yellow (yellow looks GREAT on black people ok???)

Todoroki’s favorite time of year was the winter. He loved the sweaters, the hot chocolate and more importantly you can finally wear your natural hair out. Since hotter months make your hair sweat out when you straighten it, you usually keep it in braids or locs. But come winter time, you try and wear your natural hair when you can since winter months can be drying to your curls sometimes. You had spend the day (yes it’s a fucking day long process.. for me anyway) taking down your braids while sitting on the couch watching daytime T.V while Shoto was out working. After everything was out, you showered and washed your hair, sighing as the warm water and shampoo soothed and cleansed your scalp carefully. You step out of the shower and comb out your hair while it’s still wet. You do your normal routine and fluff out your curls with an afro pick and smile at your new growth. Unbeknownst to you, Todoroki had been watching the process from start to finish as he was sitting on the bed next to your vanity. You thought he was asleep since he liked sleeping in on Sundays so you were surprised when he got up and kissed you on the cheek, admiring your natural beauty.

“You truly are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen, Y/N. I’m so lucky.” He gushed. You giggled and kissed him on his lips, thanking him for the compliment.

“So, what you do want to do today, beautiful?”

Deku

When he met you he wanted to know everything about you

Secretly took notes 👀 has a notebook with your name on it with everything that has to do with you including your hair

Studies you and does your hair exactly like how you do it

Tries to impress you by coming up with new styles to try even though some of them are a bit crazy lookin

Loves you till the death of him

Very very sweet about helping you with your hair when you’re too tired to take care of it sometimes 🥺

You had a long, stressful and exhausting day. You spent all day at the hospital taking care of patien after patient nonstop with damn near no breaks in between. You had resorted to pulling your beautiful curls back and away from your face from all the sweating and running around the hospital, leaving stray curls hanging out. You were always a prim and proper girl almost never seen with your hair unkempt so when you returned home with your hair in a messy low bun, Midoriya knew what was up. He watched as you greeted him weakly and plopped on the couch next to him, laying on his lap and almost falling asleep.

“Rough day?” He ask. You almost burst into tears when you hear your boyfriend ask you about your day. It was rough and frustrating. You were just glad you were finally home so you can relax and try and forget about the taxing day. You sigh as Midoriya rubbed small circles into you back and undid the messy bun you had lazily tied hours before returning home.

“You just relax, princess. I’ll take care of you, ok?” He says lifting you up from his lap and carrying you to the bathroom. He sat you on the sink and put your hair in two braids for you so you could take a shower. He kissed your forehead and hummed sweet I love yous into your ear as you smile and kiss his nose. You loved that he was always so gentle with you, never hesitating to help you when you need it.

“I’ll make us something to eat. Pick out a movie for us to watch, okay? I don’t care if it’s something we’ve seen 100 times. Tonight is all about you.”

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bxcketbarnes · 7 years

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Farmers Daughter - Stiles Stilinski {Part Nine}

Author’s Note: This is the last part before the epilogue. I know, I know, I’m just as sad as you are, but I’m really glad that you lot have enjoyed this series. I really enjoyed writing it, especially because it’s based off my life. Thank you to the magnificent @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me:)

The last few weeks have been absolute hell. Graduation is coming up, so our school has been having rehearsals everyday after school and it’s cutting into my time of talking to Stiles, who I haven’t seen since he left. We’ve tried to have dinner with his dad a few times but recent murders happened in his town and I’ve been worried as hell. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to Stiles. I would definitely go crazy, that’s for sure. I look down at my phone, checking the time. 3:30 p.m. I groan internally, knowing that Stiles is probably on his way home from lacrosse practice while I’m stuck at school, rehearsing. Why do we need to rehearse? It’s not that difficult of a process. The principal tells us that we’re free to go and I race outside towards my car. Once inside, I dial Stiles’ number, pressing my phone against my ear as I begin to drive home.

“Hello?” Stiles says, groggily.

“Hi baby. Did I wake you?” I ask, biting my lip.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. I was waiting for you to call.” He says and the grin on my face widens, blushing a bit. I’m still not used to him being my boyfriend, my god. “How was rehearsal, baby?”

“Oh my god, it was long as fuck. I don’t understand why we’re rehearsing.” I groan, turning down my road, turning the music down slightly. I heard Stiles chuckle muttering a “no clue.”

“I’m sorry that we haven’t been able to hang out. I miss you so much.” Stiles confesses. I hear the sadness in his voice and frown.

“Hey, it’s alright. We’ll be able to hang out soon enough. Are you coming to my graduation?” I ask, hoping that he can.

“Oh baby. I wish I could but I actually have something on that day, but I’m gonna send you flowers.” I bite my lip, stopping myself from crying as I nod my head. “Baby?”

“S-Sorry, I forgot you couldn’t see me.” I chuckle slightly, sniffling a bit as I drive up my driveway, seeing our cows being moved into a trailer. “B-Babe, I gotta go.” I hang up, parking the car before running down towards the barn, seeing my parents standing near the door. “What’s going on?” I ask, already on the verge of tears as I watch our cows leave our barn.

“Oh, sweetie. Your dad doesn’t have enough milking cows for the new milk company to pick up, so he’s decided to stop farming. We’re selling the cows.” My mom cries and tears began streaming down my face as I watch the man drive off with my babies. A sob escapes my lips as I run up to the house, slamming my door shut as I lay on the bed, crying my eyes out. My phone vibrates and I look at it, seeing Stiles calling me. I answer it, sitting up on my bed, wiping my eyes and nose.

“H-Hey.” I stutter, sniffling as I look into my lap.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Is it because I can’t come to graduation…” He starts to mention but I cut him off.

“They’re gone.” I mumble, more tears spilling from my eyes as I almost forget to breathe.

“Who’s gone? Baby, talk to me.” Stiles says, hearing the heartbreak in his voice. He always hated seeing or hearing me crying.

“T-Th-The cows, their gone. Dad had to sell them because he couldn’t afford to milk anymore. I’ve had them since I was younger. They were a big part of my life.” I cry, covering my mouth as I let out a few more sobs, hearing Stiles ‘shh’ me. I heard Stiles shuffling around and I think it’s nothing as I continue to cry.

“It’s gonna be okay baby, okay? You’ve done so much for those cows and even though they’re animals, they loved you for it.” I nod my head at what he’s saying as my chest starts to hurt, making it harder for me to breathe. Stiles stays on the phone with me for a while and at one point I swear I heard his jeep running, but I think nothing of it. “Baby? I gotta go, but I’ll call you back as soon as I can alright?” He asks and I nod my head, muttering a yeah. “I love you.” He whispers and a small smile appears on my lips.

“I love you too, Stiles.” I whisper, hanging up the phone as I hear a knock at my door. “Come in.” I mutter, playing with the fabric of Stiles’ flannel, inhaling his scent.

“Who knew my flannels had such an effect on making you feel a little better.” Stiles mentions and my head snaps up, seeing him leaning against my doorframe. I smile, getting up quickly, attacking him into a hug. I wrap my arms around his neck, gripping on him for dear life. He snakes his arms around my lower back, pressing his lips to my head. I back away from him, pulling Stiles down by his shirt, placing my lips against his, missing the feeling of his lips against mine. Stiles groans against my lips, pressing his harder against mine, gripping my waist with his large hands. We pull away from each other, resting my forehead against his chest as I begin crying again. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Stiles cooed, rubbing my back, trying to calm me down a bit.

“I-I’m so glad you’re here.” I whisper, gripping his shirt tightly. “H-How long are you staying?” I ask, looking up at him, a few tears sliding down my face. Stiles gives me a small smile, wiping the tears off my face, pecking my nose.

“Only for a few hours baby. I’d love to stay longer but my dad needs me tonight and coach will kill me if I miss practice in the morning.” Stiles says, quietly, placing a sweet kiss to my lips. I nod my head, understanding, wishing that he could stay longer. “What are you doing for college?” Stiles asks and I shrug.

“I-I don’t know honestly.” I mutter, “I just want to stay in the moment, here, with you.” I nuzzle my face into his neck as Stiles walks us towards my bed, laying down on it with me. He wraps his arms around my waist as I begin to feel tired. “I love you, Stiles, so much.” I mumble, feeling my eyes droop shut.

“I love you too, baby girl. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Stiles whispers, running his fingers through my hair.

Day of graduation…

I nervously play with my fingers as I sit next to my classmates, waiting for graduation to start.

“So, Y/N, did this boyfriend of yours show up?” A snobby girl next to me asks and I shake my head.

“He was busy helping his dad with a case.” I mutter and she just laughs uncontrollably.

“Sure he is. Just admit that he isn’t real honey.” I roll my eyes at her, looking around for my parents. I find them and they wave to me and I smile. The graduation starts and I doze off, hearing a student talk for what feels like hours about what we’ve accomplished. I groan internally, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“We’re now going to call up the graduates.” The principal says and I silently cheer, waiting for this to be over with. One by one, students began going up, receiving their diploma and give the principal a handshake. “Y/N L/N.” He says and I smile, walking up onto the stage, grabbing my diploma and giving our principal a handshake before hearing someone scream.

“WOO! GOOD JOB, BABY GIRL.” A familiar voice yells and I see Stiles, Lydia, and Scott standing next to my parents. I look at Stiles, seeing a large grin on his face as he claps his hands. I blush, walking off the stage and back to my seat, looking at the snobby bitch who said Stiles wasn’t real.

“Well, looks like my boyfriend made it.” I smirk, biting my lip. Once closing statements were given and we moved our tassels, all the students went to go see their parents and loved ones. I run around towards where my parents were sitting, seeing Stiles’ tall frame with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“STILES!” I yell, running at full speed towards him. I jump into his arms as he twirls me around, placing kisses on my face as everyone around us stares. He puts me down, giving me the roses and I blush, thanking him quietly as he tucks his finger under my chin, leaning down to press his lips against mine. I hear a few students cheer and I giggle against his lips.

“I love you so much, baby.” Stiles whispers, brushing his lips against mine.

“I love you too, more than you could ever know.” I smile, looking up at him. Lydia clears her throat and I pull away from Stiles, looking over at her.

“What about us?” She sarcastically says and I chuckle, bringing her into a hug.

“You guys are not forgotten. I’m so glad you guys could make it. Malia didn’t want to come?” I ask, walking towards Scott, giving him a hug as well.

“She’s got a lot of stuff on her plate right now. She told me to tell you congrats though!” Lydia tells me, rubbing my back as I walk back over to Stiles, wrapping my arms around him.

“Aw, I’ll have to text her later. But you, you said you weren’t coming.” I tell him and Stiles chuckles.

“I wanted to surprise you and I did. You think I was going to miss my girlfriend’s graduation?” He questions, smirking down at me and I shake my head, hearing my parents calling us over to the car. I wrap one of my arms around his lower back as his arm drapes across my shoulder, the four of us walking towards my parents.

“Thank you guys, really. I love you all, and you a little bit more, Stiles.” I smile, looking at my friends. I wouldn’t want to change anything. Everything is perfect.

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mf-despair-queen · 7 years

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The Girl Next Door - Dave Hodgman

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dave Hodgman/Reader

Word Count: 10,875

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Mentions of Alcohol, Pool Sex, Public Sex, Fingering, Hand Job

Notes: I FINISHED IT. FINALLY. I’M SORRY. This is for Dave Hodgman Week, for my precious @ninja-stiles and @maddie110201 because they are awesome. I hope this was worth the wait. This idea was hella awesome to me.

Dave laid flat on his bed, scrolling through the countless photos of him and Aubrey, reminiscing of his time with her. It was hard to believe it had been two weeks already since Aubrey up and left him, deciding to run back into Ronny’s arm when he groveled at her feet enough. Dave was heartbroken, remembering when Aubrey told him the news, leaving him standing in the middle of a crowded restaurant with a dozen roses in his hands.

He sighed, locking his phone and dropping it onto his stomach, not having the heart to delete the memories. He stared at his ceiling, his ears perking at the loud roar of a vehicle outside, doors slamming as the engine was killed. He rolled off the bed, leaving his phone on the blankets, heading to the window that faced his front lawn.

A large moving truck was parked outside the little blue two-story house next door, movers already beginning to unload furniture. He saw an older woman, probably in her mid-forties if he had to guess, unloading boxes from her black Ford Focus, similar to his own that was parked in his driveway.

Dave cracked open his bedroom window, the early summer California heat hitting his face. He perched himself on the ledge, watching the woman yell at the movers. The woman groaned in frustration, turning to the front door of the house.

“Y/N, hurry up and come get more boxes! I know it’s been a hard day, with the move and all, but we need to finish this before nightfall!” The woman screamed, her shrill voice cutting through the air. Dave’s breath caught in his throat when he saw the beautiful girl, you if I would be so kind as to mention, emerge from the house.

“I know, mom! God, sometimes I swear you have a stick up your butt,” you retorted, grabbing a few boxes from the car. Your mom huffed, hands on her hips, cocking it to the side.

“What’d you say about my butt?”

Dave could tell you rolled your eyes, heading back towards the house, placing the boxes on the dolly on the porch. “Nothing,” you told her, grabbing more boxes from the car. Dave could only smile, admiring you from afar. You wore blue jean shorts that barely covered your ass, white lace adorning the sides. You wore a white tank top, blue flowers running up the side. Your Adidas were dirty, but it made Dave smile anyway for whatever reason. Your hair was pulled into a high ponytail, loose strands framing your face.

She’s beautiful, he thought to himself, remaining perched on his window sill until the movers left and you disappeared into the house. He glanced at his phone, thoughts of Aubrey already being replaced with thoughts of the girl next door. You made him curious, even though he only saw you for a bit when you were moving your things inside. There was something about you that intrigued him, made his heart pound against his chest, and butterflies fill his stomach.

“David Patrick Hodgman! Get down here right this instance!” He heard his mother yell, a small groan falling from his lips. He closed his window, rushing from the room and down the stairs, taking two at a time. His mother was in the kitchen, holding a pan in her hands. “We have new neighbors, Dave. And I want you to be a gentleman and take them some brownies. Introduce yourself to them!”

“Why do I have to do it?” Dave asked, taking the pan from her hands regardless.

“Dave, why are you trying to argue about this? We are just being good neighbors and welcoming them to the neighborhood!” She argued, Dave sighing. “Look, you are eighteen years old. It’s time for you to grow up and learn to introduce yourself to your new neighbors. I know you have some social anxiety or something because you like to go through your little speeches in your head a hundred times before you do them, but just be yourself. Just introduce yourself and welcome them! Please, for me?”

Dave hated hearing her plead. He nodded slowly, heading to the door, slipping on his Adidas and walking to the little blue house next door. He stopped at the front door, taking a few deep breaths before ringing the doorbell. Faint chatter was heard on the other side before the door opened carefully, Dave’s eyes meeting yours.

“Oh, hello there,” you said, a smile on your face. You took a step out of the doorway, bare feet on the porch. “What brings a cutie like you over to a tiny house like this?”

Dave blushed, holding out the pan of brownies. “I um. My mom made you guys some brownies,” he said quickly, your eyebrow quirking in amusement. “I um. I live next door. With my mom and little sister. My name is Hodgman.” He paused, your amused smile not disappearing. “I mean Dave. It’s Dave. Dave Hodgman. We wanted to welcome you guys to the neighbor. So, welcome!” He did a “jazz hands” motion with his free hand, his mouth just rambling on.

You giggled on him, taking the tray of brownies. “That’s very sweet of you, Dave. I’m Y/N, and as you can tell, we just moved to California,” you told him, tucking some of the loose hair behind your ear. “I really appreciate the gesture, Dave. I think we are going to be great friends.”

Dave smiled, shuffling between his feet. “Really?” He paused, adjusting his answer. “I mean. Really. Yes. We are going to be great friends.”

You smiled, laughing at his awkwardness. “Cool. Well, whenever you want to hang out, hit me up. You know where I live,” you joked, Dave grinning. “I’ll see you around, Hodgman.” You paused, taking a step back into the house. “I mean Dave. Dave Hodgman.”

Dave gave a small wave, watching you close the door slowly, barely registering the light click as it closed. Dave grinned to himself, practically skipping with joy back to his house. His mom was standing in the doorway when he got back, the look on her face questioning his good mood.

“Nice neighbors?” she asked, smiling at her son.

“You have no idea, mom. You have no idea,” He muttered, glancing out the window towards your house. He could see you and your mom eating the brownies in the kitchen, smiling and laughing. He smiled, running a hand through his hair. “They’re very nice.”

A week.

A week since Dave met you and he had yet to drudge up to courage to talk to you again.

Every time he would tell himself to walk over and knock on your door, he would bolt the other way. Every time he saw you outside and you would wave at him, he would look the other way, pretending he didn’t see you.

He knew he was being ridiculous. He was overwhelmed just thinking about you and your smiling face whenever you showed up. He found himself thinking about you at night, something he hadn’t done since he was thinking of Aubrey every night before he went to sleep. You were special, and he had only had one conversation with you.

It was dark out, and Dave was stuck home alone. His mother had taken Stella out of town, just to the next city over, to visit his aunt. Normally, Dave would join, especially knowing he would be starting college in a couple months. But his mother assured him it was fine to stay home, claiming the trip was more about female bonding. So now, he sat alone in his room at his desk, staring blankly at his laptop screen, hearing the faint pitter patter of rain on his window.

He sighed to himself, leaning back in his chair, rolling it closer to the window on the side of his room to watch the rain fall. His eyes bypassed the water droplets on his window to the blue house in front of him, sometimes scared to look. He had learned early on that his window, the one not facing the front lawn, happened to face directly at yours. He had caught you once getting ready for bed, instantly shutting his blinds before he could see anything or get caught. He had been afraid to look out since, his gut telling him he would see you if he did.

He noticed the darkness in your house and the lack of car in the driveway. Only the light in your room was on. He assumed your mom was at work, sometimes seeing her come and go at weird hours, decked a pair of scrubs. He couldn’t see any movement in your room, figuring you were on your bed or something.

Oh, how wrong he was, he soon found out.

You emerged from the side, clad only in a fluffy white towel, your hair dripping wet from a shower. Dave blushed, his mind screaming to turn away though his body refused the harsh command. His eyes narrowed on your features, unable to tear his gaze away.

The towel you wore was short, barely covering the round ass he remembered from the shorts you wore the day you moved in. Your legs were silky, Dave having the urge to run over and run his fingers delicately along your skin. You held the front of the towel securely, a small amount of cleavage showing from how you held it. Your hair draped to the side, looking beautiful as always. You were make-up free, but Dave admired your natural beauty.

His eyes widened when he watched you pull out a pair of pink lacy panties, sliding them up your legs. He saw the bottom of your ass as your slid them on, thinking about the perfect curvature it had. You then pulled out a bra that matched the panties you put on, placing it on your dresser. You took off the towel, moving it to finish drying your hair. Dave’s breath hitched in his throat, your body turned at just the right angle to show him your perky breasts, nipples hardened in the air of your room. His mouth went dry, jaw slack at the sight before him.

The simplest sight, yet it was ten times better than anything he had seen with Aubrey.

Dave wasn’t ready for the moment you pulled the towel off your head, turning to glance out the window. Your eyes locked with his for the briefest second, Dave collapsing to the floor quickly, his chair rolling away from him. He silently prayed that you hadn’t seen him watching, getting a full view of your mostly naked body. He didn’t want to explain to you, or even his mom if she found out, why he was watching because even he didn’t have an answer to that.

He took a minute to breathe, slowly kneeling back up to the window. His head peeked over the window sill, glancing at your window. You had disappeared from view, the light now dark. He let out a sigh, thinking he was in the clear, till his doorbell rang. His heart began to pick up, wishing he didn’t have to answer. The rest of the house was dark, but his room was clearly lit. Anyone on the street could tell it was. He could pass it off as him sleeping, but if it was you, he couldn’t shake you off probably.

The doorbell rang a few more times, Dave finally gathering the courage to make his way downstairs. He looked through the peep hole, his breathing shallow when he spied your figure on the other side. He wanted to crawl back up to his room. Crawl into a hole and die. You had caught him red handed, he just knew it.

“Dave? Are you home? Please answer. I need you,” You said through the door, voice pleading slightly. Dave groaned, the sound of someone pleading with him being the worst thing he could hear. He slowly undid the lock, opening the door to see your beautiful face on the other side.

His heart hammered unevenly against his chest, his breath stopping short like it always did. You stood before him, hands tucked into the pockets of your oversized blue Mets hoodie, a pair of short pajama shorts covering your bottom. You were wearing slippers, your feet shuffling against the wooden porch. Your hair was pushed to the side, more wet from the rain, draped over your shoulder.

“H-hey Y/N,” he said, trying to remain calm. Dave attempted to lean on the on the door frame, his arm slipping and nearly causing him to faceplant on the porch. You giggled slightly, watching Dave straighten out. “My bad. Um, what can I do for you? It’s late and it’s raining.”

“Yeah, I know,” you said, looking down at the ground. “It’s kind of embarrassing really.”

Dave’s look softened, one hand extending to rub your arm softly, trying to comfort you. “Hey, it’s alright. What do you need? You’re not hurt, right?”

“I’m fine, Dave. Really,” you mumbled, reaching up to push your hair back behind your ear. Dave noted the gesture, deeming it as a nervous habit. Whenever he was outside, and you were talking to someone new, you would play with your hair, tucking it away behind your ear. You had done it the first day you met him, even though you smiled at him. He figured you did it to keep yourself calm, sometimes using it to avoid eye contact. “I was kind of hoping that maybe you would want to come over?” You asked suddenly.

Dave looked taken aback. The second time you talk officially to him, and you’re inviting him over? When your mom wasn’t home? “Come over? But why?” He received no response. “Y/N, you can tell me.”

“My power went out and I don’t want to be alone in a new house by myself, alright?” You said quickly. Dave blinked, processing the words you said. “I told you it’s embarrassing.”

“No, no. I completely get it. It’s a big house all to yourself,” Dave replied, seeing you smile slightly from the corner of his eye. He slipped on his shoes, grabbing his key from the dish near the door. Stepping out and locking it behind him, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and led you back to your house quickly, your bodies pelted with rain.

You both nearly dove through your front door, shaking off the excess water from your hair. Dave glanced around your house for a second, noting as you slipped your slippers off in the doorway and taking quick strides towards the living room. “I lit some candles because of the blackout, but it’s still creepy around here. New houses are the worst,” you joked, turning back when Dave hadn’t moved. “You can come in you know. Just take off your shoes so you don’t track mud and water inside.”

Dave silently complied, his shoes left forgotten on the doorway. He glanced at the walls, trying to make out the pictures on the walls, but gave up when he couldn’t see anything. He could barely make out your form in the faint glow of the candlelight, throwing some blankets on the couch. Dave leaned on the frame of the door, admiring your petite form rushing around, trying to make things perfect just for him. He saw the ghost of a smile on your plump lips, licking his own and feeling how dry they are. He didn’t think it was possible to feel strongly for someone again after Aubrey, especially someone he barely knew.

Dave nibbled on his lip, taking small steps towards you, his hands in his pockets. “So, we are all alone with no power. What are we going to do to pass the time exactly?” He hesitantly asked. You didn’t bother to look at him, fluffing the pillows quickly.

“I thought we could just talk. Get to know each other? We are neighbors now, after all.” You turned to him, motioning to the couch. “Please, make yourself comfortable. Would you like something to drink?” You asked, heading towards the kitchen.

Dave carefully sat himself on the couch, looking in the direction you disappeared. “Like, some water or something?”

He heard your quiet laugh, his smile extending on his cheeks. “I was thinking something a bit stronger. Who plays twenty questions without some good ol’ alcohol in your system.”

Dave thought back to the first time he was in Aubrey’s room, sipping red wine on her floor. His smile faltered for a second, remember all the times he snuck alcohol with her, always drinking the wines she claimed to love even when he disliked the taste immensely. “What, like wine?” He asked without thinking, his tone overly bitter. He shook his head, scolding himself for the remark, hoping you didn’t question him about it.

You emerged from the kitchen, bottle of vodka in one hand, two glasses in the other, and a bottle of club soda tucked under your arm. You set everything on the coffee table, laughing at his comment. “Oh god no. Something a bit better than wine,” you joked, smiling when you saw Dave smile. You didn’t know how happy Dave was to hear those words, his core churning with the fluttering butterflies. You sat on the couch next to him, pouring two shots of straight vodka, handing him one. “Come on, Davey. Live a little. Take a shot and play twenty questions with me.”

Dave didn’t hesitate, his body acting on its own. “One night wouldn’t hurt.”

Hours passed this way, just sharing random facts about each other, asking silly questions of each other. The bottle of vodka was almost gone, your body growing warm every time Dave would rub his large hands along your skin. His tipsy state became clingier, your bodies growing closer with each drink you took. You were practically on his lap at his point, legs entwined with his, your head against his chest. You were content in his arms, a feeling you hadn’t felt in so long.

“Can I ask a personal question?” Dave asked, a slight slur in his voice, one hand drawing circles on your bare thigh, the other running through your hair.

“I guess so,” you replied, noting your own slurred voice.

“You said you moved from New York, but why move across the country? And why just you and your mom? What happened to your dad?” He asked, instantly regretting it when he felt your body stiffen. He shifted slightly against the couch, trying to look own at you better. “You don’t have to answer. I understand if it’s an uncomfortable topic.”

You shook your head, burying your face into his chest. “No, no. It’s fine. You’re my friend, Dave. You should know.” Dave wasn’t sure how he felt. He was glad to know you thought of him as a friend, but was also saddened that you didn’t see him as more, even if it’s just been a short time. He felt elated that you trusted him enough tell him something personal like this, sensing it wasn’t a topic you liked to discuss, but scared you would regret it later and blame the alcohol.

“Are you sure?” He asked quietly, unconscious linking his fingers with yours, fighting back the memories of doing so with Aubrey. Your skin was soft in his hand, and he hated to admit that it felt right to hold your hand, and to have you in his arms. He felt the spark whenever your fingers touched, a feeling he never got before.

You nodded, taking a deep breath and another sip of your vodka. “It’s just a hard topic is all. We moved because my mom left my dad.” Dave cocked his head, waiting for more. “He was abusive, to both my mom and I. He took it too far one night and my mom kicked him out. We packed up the car the next day before he returned and just drove until we got here. Spent a few days in hotels, my mom filing for divorce, until she could secure the first house possible.”

Dave played with your fingers, a frown on his face. “I’m sorry to hear that, Y/N. If it means anything, it’s just me, my mom and my little sister. I can’t remember what happened to my dad, and Stella’s dad bailed on us when she was really young.” He paused, looking down at you. “Do you fear guys because of it? Stella fears me leaving her completely because of college, even if I tell her I will always be here for her.”

You looked down at your hands, tightening your hold. “I have been afraid for a while actually. Every guy I’ve tried to get close to, I’m afraid of what they will do. That they will be the same as my deadbeat dad.”

Dave swallowed, watching your actions intently. He licked his lips, moistening them slightly. His head buried into the side of your face, his nose nudging your cheek. “And how do you feel about me?”

You looked up at him, nose brushing his, his lips close to yours. His hot breath hit your face, smelling of an oddly attractive mix of mint and alcohol, your body quivering at the feeling. He wrapped one arm around your waist, tugging you a bit closer, your chest pressing against his more. You silently cursed your lack of bra after your shower earlier, leaving it forgotten on your dresser while you were changing, your nipples becoming erect from feeling him press against you. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, brushing his slightly. “I’m not afraid around you. Even if this is just the second time we’ve talked because you always run away from me, I know I can trust you.” You paused, leaning in closer. “I feel like I need you in my life.”

Dave moved forward, his lips enveloping yours completely. You relished in the feeling, warmth spreading through your body. His lips were soft, molding with yours perfectly. You had kissed guys in the past, before things got rough with your dad, but they never felt like this. You felt fireworks going off, the spark of electricity between your lips. You loved the feeling of his lips against yours, and the way they moved against them. His head tilted to the side, giving him a better angle to mesh with you, his lips moving against yours slowly and passionately.

They turned into hotter, more sensual open mouth kisses, Dave engulfing yours completely, tugging at your lips slightly whenever he pulled away to attack your lips again. You moaned into his kisses, your hands breaking from his, wrapping your arms around his neck. You slip completely onto his lap, letting your fingers entangle in the back of his hair. You couldn’t get enough of the way he felt, and the way his lips dominated yours every time he leaned forward.

He pulled away, taking few deep breaths. It was only then did you realize your eyes had drifted closed, cracking them open to see his closed as well. “Wow,” Dave mumbled, shifting against the couch with you still on his lap. His fingers traced your cheeks, trailing his hands down to your waist. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a better kiss. Aubrey never felt like that.”

You pulled away slightly, eyeing him. “Aubrey? Who the fuck is Aubrey?” You suddenly panicked, jumping off the couch and running a hand through your hair. “Fuck, did you just cheat on your girlfriend with me? Shit, I’m such a fuck up. I’m so sorry, Dave. I didn’t mean it.”

Dave quickly scrambled off the couch, quieting your rambles by placing a soft kiss to your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed for the brief second his lips were on yours, whining quietly when he pulled away. “She’s not my girlfriend. Well, not anymore. She broke up with me a few weeks ago. Besides, I kissed you, remember? Even if I was still with Aubrey, it would be my fault, not yours.”

“But I asked you to come over and got you drinking. I started this,” you mumbled.

“Well, maybe I wanted it in the first place?” Dave whispered, pulling you taut against him. His lips skimmed yours again, his hands pushing up your hoodie so his fingers could grip your skin. You left something hard on your leg, glancing down carefully to see the bulge forming in his jeans. “God, you’ve been on my mind since that day I brought you the brownies. You’re so amazing and beautiful. Your lips. God, they are so addictive, just from that short make out session we just had. You’re funny and smart and I wish I could do more than just kiss you right now,” he admitted.

You grinned, leaning up to kiss him. “Well, what are we waiting for?” Dave hesitated, causing you to back away, head spinning slightly. “What? Did you change your mind? Do you not want to see me naked? Or, are you a virgin?”

Dave shook his head, a dark blush on his cheeks, obvious even in the pale light of the candles. “God, no. I really fucking want you right now, it’s ridiculous. It’s our second time together, our first time really getting to know each other, and you have no idea how hard my dick is night now. And no, I’m not a virgin! I just don’t want to take advantage of you while we are both like this.”

“Oh, Dave, You’re so sweet. But I haven’t had nearly enough to drink to lose my mind. I can still tell right from wrong and this,” you motioned between your bodies, gesturing to his hardened dick in his pants, “is right.”

Dave licked his lips, running a hand through his hair. “Are you sure about that?” You nodded calmly, a sure look on your face. Dave still seemed uncertain, turning away from you and mumbling to himself. You watched him, Dave turning back to you once, gnawing on his lip. “Aw, fuck it. It is right.”

He took brisk steps towards you, his arms around your waist, his lips on yours in a heartbeat. Your arms swung around his neck instantly, Dave’s hands trailing to your thighs. He tapped them once, giving you the signal to jump up. You complied without hesitation, jumping off the floor, legs wrapping tightly around his waist. Dave groaned into the kiss, the kiss sloppy already. He pulled away, blowing out the candles on the shelf, trying to find his way to your stairs. He nearly fell a few times on his way up, his concertation fuzzy when your lips met his neck, sucking and nipping at his delicate skin.

He practically ran into a door when he got to the top of the steps, a groan from his lips filling the quiet hallway. “What way?” he grumbled, feeling your tongue lap at the red marks you were leaving on his skin.

“Second door on the right,” You huffed, breath hitting his neck. Dave grumbled to himself, stumbling down the hall, shins and knees hitting tables, one of his hands following the wall till he found the door you mentioned. Swinging the door open, hearing it clang against the wall when he kicked it forcibly open, he shuffled inside, kicking the door closed quickly.

Dave wished, deep down, that he could take a moment to admire the rest of the room he saw from his tiny bedroom window, seeing the things he couldn’t see from across the way. But his mind was too preoccupied. He wasn’t focused on the pictures on the wall, or the cute stuffed animals that were perched on your dresser in the corner. He was solely intent on you, and the idea of pleasing you the way he wanted.

He spotted your bed in the faint light streaming through the window, the rain having slowed down and the clouds parting just enough for the moon to shine in the darkness. He nudged your cheek with his nose, pecking your lips a few times when you looked at him. You giggled into his kisses, Dave smiling at the sound. With one more peck, he dropped you on the bed, the mattress springs squeaking as you bounced against the plush cotton. Dave stood at the end of your bed, tugging his shirt over his head, tossing it in a random direction.

You looked over his bare torso, licking your lips. “You know, I’ve seen you through your window sometimes. You sleep without a shirt and you look really good when you get out of the shower, your hair dripping water onto your chest. You always wear pants though, much to my dismay sometimes. I know I shouldn’t have watched, but since the day you showed up on my doorstep, you’ve intrigued me,” you told him, Dave chuckling at your confession. “You look way better up close though.”

Dave licked his lips, unbuttoning his jeans. “I could say the same for you, kitten,” he grumbled, finally jumping on top of your body and connecting your lips in a fierce kiss, tongues instantly tangling in your mouth. His hips rolled against yours, his bulge pressing into your thin shorts, your moan vibrating down his throat. Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails scraping at his scalp, while his hands pushed up at your hoodie, tugging the material off your body slowly.

You rolled him over, settling on his lap, tugging the intrusive material over your head, breasts falling freely in front of his eyes. His honey brown orbs, darkened by the lust and alcohol in his system, widened considerably, gaping at your bare chest. You flipped your hair over your shoulder, hands resting on his chest. “Like what you see?”

Dave didn’t respond with words, just action. You found your back to the bed again, Dave tugging your shorts and panties off, kissing his way up your legs, to your hips, along your stomach, and finally between your breasts. You whined and his light kisses, his lips leaving a cold burn wherever they touched. Dave licked the valley between your breasts, kissing his way to one side.

He blew cool air on your nipple, and you were sure it became harder than it already was. Dave smiled against your skin, wrapping his lips around the hardened peak in a gentle kiss. The kisses were gentle, his lips tugging at the nub whenever he pulled away, attacking it against not even a second later. His tongue flicked out occasionally, dabbing at the nub, hearing you mewl every time he did. Your hands found his hair again, gripping tightly at his chocolate locks.

Dave pulled away, peppering the other breast with light kisses. He glanced up at your once, seeing your eyes closed, a content look on your face. He grinned to himself, moving up to kiss your face. “Shall we skip the foreplay and get right to it, kitten?” Dave asked, seeing you nod vehemently. “I like that answer. Do you… do you have any condoms?” He asked, this time hesitating briefly.

“In my computer desk, bottom drawer on the right,” you utter, barely able to form words. Dave rolled off the bed, pushing his jeans down his legs as he wandered to the desk across the room, tugging open the drawer. He pulled out the small foil packet, leaving his jeans in a pile in front of the desk, before rushing back over to you, hugging your body close as he tackled you playfully on the bed.

You giggled at his hold, his fingers tickling your sides, your fingers tugging at his red, checkered boxers. “You can’t wear these, Dave,” you whispered, Dave’s Adam Apple bobbing as he swallowed. “Come on, Dave. Don’t tell me you’re shy now?”

Dave shook his head, taking a deep breath. “Not shy. Just some bad memories I guess,” he said, remembering the failed first time he had with Aubrey. “My first time with Aubrey wasn’t the highlight of any relationship. Not the kind of thing you go around telling all your friends about, you know? I just don’t want that to happen again.”

You giggled, pushing him off and tugging his boxers off completely. “Well, I can assure you, this will be way better than that time. And besides, you need to have more confidence in yourself, Dave. Look at you,” you told him, grasping his shaft in your hand, stroking him carefully. Dave groaned loudly, his eyes closing at the pleasure coursing through his body. “You’re very well-endowed.”

Dave rolled your over, ripping the condom packet in his hand open with his teeth. “You talk too much,” he muttered, rolling the lubricated rubber down his length, a small opening at the tip to catch his cum when he released, “you should put your mouth to good use and moan for me, kitten.”

He aligned with your entrance, slowly sliding his way inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut with the intrusion, your core aching from being stretched. It felt amazing, his cock filling you to the brim slowly, the length pulsing along your walls, yet painful at the same time, seeing as it had been a while since you had done anything. As soon as Dave was hilt deep, he stilled, taking deep breaths while you adjusted to his size.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he mumbled, leaning forward to press his forehead to yours. He looked deep into your eyes, a smile growing on his face. “God, you’re beautiful though.”

You smiled back at him, leaning up to kiss his lips. Your lips molded together in a slow kiss, tongues entangling and battling for dominance. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him as close as possible. Dave supported himself on elbows, his hips slowly beginning to shift inside you. He started slow and steady, his cock sliding in and out of you rhythmically. You both moaned into the kiss simultaneously, your nails beginning to dig into his skin.

Dave grunted, pulling from the kiss and lifting himself on his hands. His position shifted slightly, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as he did. He twitched against your walls, resuming his thrusts, this time faster and more powerful than before. The sound of sweaty, slapping skin began to fill the room, quiet moas mixing with the noises.

Dave grew quicker still, his hips shoving you deep into the bed. Your walls clenched around him, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust. You whined with ever motion, nails clawing down his back at the pleasure he was bestowing upon you. Your legs tightened more, his cock hitting deeper each time.

Dave leaned back on his knees, looking down at you while he thrust. Your hands resorted to gripping the sheets, fingers twisting between them. Your eyes were shut tight, your lips forming the perfect “o” when you moaned. Your breasts bounced happily with his hard thrusts, Dave biting his lip at the sight. He watched his cock pull out of you, the condom coated in your juices, before disappearing inside you in one swift movement. The new position allowed him to hit new angles, our moans growing louder the more he thrust.

His breathing was growing ragger, his thrusts growing sloppier with each passing second. Your walls were growing tighter, clutching around him. Dave watched your body shake, your panting and moaning growing louder. “Fuck, Dave,” you moaned, “I’m so close.”

Dave grunted, leaning forward to smash his lips against yours quickly. “Cum with me, kitten. I know you want to,” he mumbled, his lips meeting yours against once his words escaped. You moaned, your body shaking uncontrollably and losing control. Your juices splattered around him, toes curling into the bed, back arching up into his. He was a drug, giving you a high like you never felt before. And you liked the feeling.

The feeling around him, even through the condom, was warm and wet. He groaned at the feeling, his cock twitching endlessly inside you. He felt something inside him snap, his cock spurting as he came, filling the condom to the brim. Dave groaned against your lips, his thrusts slowing to a gentle motion, riding out both your highs.

Dave carefully pulled out after a minute, discarding the used condom in the trash bin near the bed. You laid on the bed, happily smiling at the ceiling. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” you mumbled, Dave collapsing on the bed next to you.

“Agreed,” he yawned, wrapping his arm around you. “Is it weird to say I like you a lot? That I like you way more than I ever liked Aubrey, even in the short time we’ve known each other?”

You shook your head, burying your face in his chest. “No, not at all. Because I feel the same.” You fell asleep without hearing a response, though Dave never did give one, falling asleep himself shortly after you did.

You both jolted awake later, the sun peeking through the window. Dave glanced at the clock, seeing it reading 6:23 AM. You looked at each other, hearing your mom moving around downstairs. “Shit,” you mumbled, rolling off the bed and throwing your clothes on quickly. Dave did the same, almost knocking over a lamp as he bounced around the room to put his jeans on. “If my mom finds out you are here, we are in deep shit.”

Dave sighed, looking towards the window. “Well, this isn’t anything new.” He paused, looking down at himself. “Shit, my shoes are down there.”

“I’ll bring them over later. Just go before she comes to check on me,” you whispered, placing a quick kiss to his lips. “Thank you for coming over. I really appreciate it. And I’m sorry you have to jump out my window.” Dave pecked your lips again, nodding before climbing out the window carefully, slipping when he had no grip and landing on the ground with a thud. You poked your head out, watching Dave groan, standing up slowly. “You alright?”

“Just peachy,” he mumbled. You disappeared in the window, Dave not wanting to say goodbye just yet. “Y/N, wait!” He saw your head again, scratching the back of his head. “My friend has a party later this week, on Friday. He has a hot tub. Do you maybe want to come with me?” He asked.

You smiled at him, blowing him a kiss. “Sure. Call me, alright?” You shut the window before he could respond, his mouth falling open.

“But, I don’t have your number. Y/N? Y/N!” He heard a door open, you mom hollering outside if there was someone there, before quickly scrambling towards the back door of his house. “Oh shit.”

Dave paced outside your front door, trying to figure out what to say to you. Ever since that night, he tried many times to talk to you, but bailed every time he was close to knocking on your door. He was scared to approach you, not knowing how you were going to react.

Tonight was the night of the party, the same party he asked you to. The same party you agreed to go to with him. He was wearing a simple red short with some black swim trunks, seeing as Kyle, the guy throwing the party, said it was a pool party. Dave ran a hand through his hair, glancing at your door then away repeatedly.

He heard the door open, turning to see your mom in the doorway, keys and bag in hand. “Oh, you’re the boy that lives next door. Dave, right?” She asked, Dave nodding slowly. “You mom talked very highly of you the few times I’ve had lunch with her. And Y/N has mentioned you a few times. She’s taken quite a liking to you,” she said, a smirk on her face. Dave blushed, scratching at his neck.

“It’s not what you think, I promise. We are just friends,” he said uncomfortably, your mom laughing.

“I never said anything,” she said. “Are you here for Y/N? She was stressing about what to wear to some party, so I’m guessing she’s going with you?” Dave nodded, you mom moving aside to let him in. “Come on in then. She’s upstairs in her room. I have to get to work, so make sure she gets home safely, alright Dave?”

“Of course, ma’am. It was nice meeting you,” he uttered politely, watching your mom shut the door once he was inside. He took a deep breath, jogging upstairs and knocking on the door he remembered kicking open a few days earlier. He heard shuffling inside, the door tugged open quickly. Your face brightened as soon as your saw him in front of him.

“Dave!” You nearly screamed in delight, tackling him into a hug. Dave stiffened, seeing you in just a blue bikini top, white polka dots adorning the material, with some jean shorts over the bottoms. He was trying to keep calm, his body warming up under your touch, and his cock already hardening in his trunks. “I missed you. You never called me like you were supposed to,” you joked, Dave chuckling. You grinned to yourself, feeling his chest move as he laughed.

“Well, someone never gave me their number,” he stated, a blush rising to your cheeks.

“Fine, that was my bad. But, let’s not dwell on that for now,” you told him, looking up at his shining eyes. “We have a party to get to.” You pecked his lips quickly without thinking about what you were doing, and dashing out of your room, grabbing a white button up shirt to wear over your bikini off your desk on your way out. Dave shook his head, following you out of the house to his car.

The party itself was no small when you finally arrived. The sun had set, but the backyard where everyone gathered was lit brightly. Most people were in or around the pool, some people gathered in the hot tub in corner of the patio. You looked in awe at the big group of people, glancing at Dave by your side. “You know all these people?”

Dave chuckled. “Of course not. Some people from other schools end up showing up, even when not invited. I know most of these guys, though. Just, please stay by my side, alright? I don’t want you getting hurt because someone is drunk and wants to flirt with the gorgeous girl I brought.”

You flashed him a smile before tauntingly wrapping your arms around his neck, sticking your ass out slightly. “Don’t worry about that, Dave. I only have eyes for one guys, and that’s the guy that made my night the other day.” You leaned up, your lips brushing his slightly. “And his name is Dave Hodgman.”

Dave couldn’t resist himself, closing the gap between you and locking his lips with yours. A few guys whistled around you, but neither of you cared to pay attention. Your thoughts were focused on Dave and his lips against yours, loving the way his tongue passed over the gap between them wanting inside. Dave was the same, focusing on the way your lips felt against his, feeling your body press against his completely.

Dave broke the kiss, his lips still near yours. “How about we go to the hot tub? We are at a party, so let’s embrace it.”

You grinned, pulling away from him quickly and walking towards the hot tub, ass shaking slightly as you left. “Well, let’s go, Hodgman,” you called back at him, slipping the shirt off your shoulders and leaving it on a table with your flip flops. You looked back at him, locking eyes with him. “Are you coming?”

Dave rushed after you, pulling his shirt over his head without hesitation. He watched you climb into the hot tub, situating yourself next to a girl named Amber, already jumping into a conversation with her. Dave smiled at you, loving that you were already comfortable around these people. Dave jumped in the hot tub with you, his arm wrapping around your waist, and joining in your conversation.

After a bit, it was just you and Dave left in the hot tub, your head leaning back against his shoulder. Kyle apparently decided to have some drinking game on the other side of the yard, but Dave stuck by your side when you opted out of it, saying you didn’t feel like drinking tonight. You weren’t arguing with the choice though, enjoying the feeling of Dave’s arm around your waist, his fingers drawing small circles on your skin. He occasionally buried his head in your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin.

“Are you having fun?” He asked, feeling you nod against him. “Good. I’m glad. It’s nice to see you happy.”

You took his hand in yours, playing with his fingers. “Why didn’t you come see me after we had sex?” You asked blatantly, Dave choking on air at your random question. “Sorry, didn’t mean to catch you off guard. I guess I’m just a little sad you didn’t come talk to me because I absolutely loved it and was hoping I would see you more often.” You paused, looking up at him. “Did you regret it?”

Dave shook his head frantically. “No, no. I didn’t regret it at all.” He paused, burying his head in your hair. “I tried to come over, I really did. I just… I chickened out before I knocked because I wasn’t sure how you would react after what happened. I could never regret it because, like I told you the other night, I like you so much.”

You glanced up at him, a smile on your face. “You do?” Dave smiled, nodding his head, kissing your cheek. “I’m glad then. I like you a lot too. It’s been a while since I’ve been this happy. It’s not weird that it’s been so quick, right?”

Dave laughed, shaking his head. “Not at all. Sometimes, people are just meant to be together,” he whispered when his laughter died off. He turned your head towards his, smashing his lips against yours. You shifted against him, wrapping your arms around his neck, one leg crossed over his lap. His fingers tangled in your hair, your lips moving quickly against his.

Never did you think you would be at a party making out with someone, let alone Dave Hodgman, the boy next door. You were getting turned on the more you kissed, your core craving attention. Your body shivered, even in the heat of the hot tub, when his fingers trailed down your torso, nestling between your legs, brushing against your clothed pussy.

Your moaned against his lips, Dave breaking the kiss partially right after he felt it. “You gotta keep quiet, kitten. We don’t want the others to hear me pleasing you,” he mumbled, lips brushing yours as he talked. You nodded, eyes fluttering shut when he pushed aside your bikini bottoms, two fingers slipping into your core. “Shit, you’re tight still.”

You didn’t respond, afraid if you opened your mouth that you catch someone’s attention with your moans. Dave grinned, pulling you into another kiss, his fingers beginning to pump you quickly. You mewled against his lips, fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at the roots. He groaned at the feeling, his fingers picking up speed.

His fingers spread you open, scissoring your entrance. Your body shook with the pleasure, feeling his fingers curling into your g-spot whenever he pushed back into you. Your hands trailed down his arms from around his neck, dipping into the water and his shorts. His breath hitched, breaking the kiss, when your hand wrapped around his stiff cock, stroking it slowing. “Come on, kitten. Is this fair?”

“Yes, it is,” you whispered, biting your lip when he hit a sensitive spot, causing your body to spasm. “You finger me, I stroke you. Sounds fair.” Dave didn’t argue at your point, groaning quietly when your hand tightened around him, pumping hi faster. You grinned, attaching your lips to his for the umpteenth time that night, his thumb pressing to your clit as he pumped and scissored your pussy, your hand gripping his shaft tightly and jerking it in his shorts.

“Well, well. What do we have here?” You both heard behind you, breaking the kiss to look at whoever spoke. Dave pulled from your pussy, your hand ripped from his shorts. A small group of four guys stood in front of you, watching you both in the hot tub. The guy in front eyed you both, his mouth falling open. “No fucking way. Hodgman? There’s no way a hot piece of ass like that would like you.”

“How is that hard to believe, Mark?” Dave asked, obviously annoyed.

Mark chuckled, strutting closer to you both. “Because she’s hot and you’re not? Must be a pity make out.” He pushed Dave away from you, leaning closer to you. “How bout we go somewhere else, sweet cheeks? I can show you a really good time.”

You glared at him, moving to sit on the side of the hot tub, intentionally kicking Mark in the face as you got out. “How about no?” You said, rushing to put your shorts and shirt on, not bothering to dry yourself. “Because, unlike you, Dave is kind, sweet, smart and handsome. And, I like him, a lot. Plus, he’s already shown me a great time, a better time than you could ever dream of I’m sure. And now that you’ve so rudely interrupted our time, I don’t feel very welcome here. Have a nice night, boys.”

You stormed off, Dave jumping from the hot tub and calling after you. His hollers were left unchecked, Dave left alone with Mark and the guys and you disappeared from the backyard and down the road. He turned to glare at Mark. “Gee, thanks a bunch dude. She’s already uncomfortable around guys as it is and you do that. You know, not every girl is willing to make out with everyone. So, do me a favor. Next time you see her, you turn and walk away. Because I will find you and I will knock you out. Because guess what. She’s my girl, and only mine. I will not risk losing her.”

Mark scoffed. “What? A replacement whore for Aubrey?”

Dave finally lost it, punching Mark and knocking him to the ground. Mark groaned in pain, Dave leaning down to hover over him. “She ain’t a whore. But, she is a million times better than Aubrey ever was. In the short time I’ve known her, I can’t stop thinking about her. She makes me happy, something Aubrey never did when I look back on it.” Dave stood up, turning to see Aubrey in the crowd that gathered to watch them. She frowned at him, but Dave just grinned. “I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not. I’m sorry Aubrey. I’m over you finally. I found a girl to love.”

He walked away briskly, pulling his shirt on over his head. He dove into his car, taking off down the rode in search of you. He frowned when he saw the streets empty, trying to think of where you would go. “Where are you, Y/N? Did you just go home?”

He parked his car in his driveway, falling out of his car onto the pavement when he tried to get out. He stumbled towards the front door, about to knock when he heard a splash from your backyard. He quirked a brow, slowly making his way around back.

He found you in your pool, swimming laps around it. You were under the water when he showed up, coming up for air shortly after. Dave smiled, leaning against the gate, watching you wipe the water from your face. “Hey, cutie. You scared me when you took off,” he hollered watching you whip around to him. You put your hand to your heart, breathing out.

“Holy shit, you scared the shit out of me, Dave,” you mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. Dave chuckled, reaching over to open the gate, shutting it behind him once he slipped inside. He kicked off his shoes, sitting on the side of the pool, legs in the water. You swam over to him, leaning on the wall between your legs. “I’m sorry I ran off. I know I shouldn’t have, but I wasn’t thinking. I was just so frustrated with that guy.”

“It’s fine,” Dave said, running his hand through your wet hair. “He shouldn’t bother you again since I kind of threatened him after I punched him.” You giggled, seeing Dave’s face fall slightly. “Aubrey was there. And she heard me admit to Mark how much I care about you and how happy you make me.”

“Did you talk to her? What did you say to her?”

Dave took a deep breath, pulling out his phone. He looked at the many pictures of Aubrey and him, smiling sadly. You looked at him then to his phone, his finger hovering over the delete button. “You know, I tried to be happy with her. I thought for the longest time I was happy. So, when she left, I was heartbroken. But, when I met you, it was like she never existed in my heart. So, I told her I was over her finally. Because I have you.” He glanced at you, finally hitting delete on his phone, the photos vanishing from the memory. You smiled, jumping up to sit next to him, taking the phone.

“Well, in that case. Let’s make some new memories for you.” You positioned the phone to take a picture, smiling at the camera. Dave chuckled, leaning against your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you. You took a few selfies, each a different position, until Dave finally latched his lips to yours, sweetly kissing you as you took another picture. You put the phone aside, returning his kiss with an equal amount of vigor, his body pressing to yours closer the longer you kissed.

You played with the bottom of Dave’s shirt, tugging at the damp cotton. Dave got the hint, breaking the kiss to pull his shirt over his head. He tossed it onto a reclining lawn chair, you turning to toss his phone with it so it wasn’t near the pool. Dave leaned his forehead against yours, smiling.

“Before we do anything,” he started, playing with the strings on your bikini top, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You grinned, pushing him over into the pool. Dave came up, gasping for air, choking on bits of water. You giggled, Dave scowling at you playfully when he waded his way over to you, situating himself between your legs. “Yes,” you giggled at him.

He grinned, undoing the ties on your bottoms and tossing them behind you. “Good, now I have every right to do this,” he mumbled, tugging your waist closer, his lips attaching to your clit. You mewled quietly at the feeling, watching him burrow his way between your legs, tongue lapping at your clit.

He licked a few stripes along your folds before his tongue dipping into your core, swirling in circles. You tasted of a mixture of chlorine and the salty, sweet arousal you spilled for him. Dave smiled against you, listening to your growing moans of his name. His hands held your waist firm, keeping you taut against him.

His tongue delved deep enough to tap your sweet spot, your hands reaching to tug at his hair. More liquid leaked onto his tongue when he did, Dave knowing you were enjoying his actions. One hand left your waist, finding your clit and rubbing circles on the engorged bud. Your breathing increased, walls closing around Dave’s tongue more often.

He pulled away abruptly, right as the knot in your core was unwinding. You fell back against the ground, huffing at him. “Rude much,” you scoffed, Dave chuckling. He tugged you forward, a squeal escaping your throat as you fell into the pool. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, Dave’s arms around your neck. A comfortable silence formed between you guys as he walked around the pool with you in his arms, your head burying in his neck.

He sat on a raised ledge, letting you down from his waist to stand in front of him. The water barely splashed over his waist, a grin forming on your face. Your fingers played with the strings on his trunks, tugging them apart. “What are you thinking?” Dave mumbled, watching you undoing the tied string and slowly undoing the Velcro holding his trunks shut.

“Returning the favor,” you said calmly, tugging the trunks down his legs and throwing them onto the concrete around the pool. Dave eyed you, your hand around his erect length as soon as he was free, carefully jerking him. You smiled at him, wrapping your lips around the tip, tongue passing over the slit. Dave groaned, his elbows leaning on the side of the pool.

He watched you suck on the head, your tongue swirling around it and rubbing on the soft, pleasurable spot on the underside of it. He moaned loudly, a smile forming on your lips. Your hand gripped the base of his cock, your head beginning to bob his length. Dave’s large hand found the back of your head, guiding your movements. Your tongue traced the pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft, your hand pumping what didn’t fit in your mouth. Your nose buried in the dark, curly hairs are the base, being careful not to breathe in the water that splashed around his waist.

You pulled back before Dave would release, feeling his cock twitching against your cheeks more and more. Dave groaned loudly, looking down at you with an annoyed look. “Ok, point taken. I won’t deny your orgasms again.” You giggled, joining him on the pool ledge, straddling his waist. Your core rubbed against his length, probing the entrance subtly. “Wait, kitten. We can’t do this. We don’t have a condom,” he mumbled, your lips pressing to his.

“I’m on birth control. So, once won’t kill us,” you whispered, his cock sliding into you easily without warning. Your moaned in unison, your hips shifting against his before he was fully situated. “Besides, I can’t wait. You’ve teased me enough tonight.”

Dave didn’t disagree. He had been eager since you were alone in the hot tub, and if you weren’t in public at that time, he probably would have taken you then and there. Instead, he had been patient. Now, here you were, sitting in your pool, his cock sliding in and out of you quickly, your hips rolling against his swiftly.

His hands found your chest, tugging the strings that held the wet material to your breasts. The top fell from your body, floating away in the light ripples of water. Dave grinned, leaning forward to attach his lips to your nipple, his hand massaging the other breast tenderly. Your head fell back, hands on his shoulders to keep your pace steady. He kisses at your nipple, his lips and teeth tugging at the hardened peak, tongue flicking out from between his lips to play with it.

Dave swapped breasts occasionally, groaning against your skin when your walls tightened around him. You mewled happily, hugging him close, bouncing at a fast pace along his shaft. His twitched against your walls, the entire length pulsing with arousal and desire to release. “Dave, you feel so good,” you whispered into his ear, nipping at his earlobe.

He pulled from your nipple with a pop, wrapping his arms around your waist and sliding off the ledge. He waded to the closest wall, pressing your back against it. His face buried into your neck, your legs winding around his waist, his cock still buried hilt deep inside you. His hands found the side of the pool, holding him upright as he bucked up into you. A loud squeal released from your lips, his cock hitting your g-spot every time he thrust up into you.

“I think you’re the one that feels good, kitten,” he muttered against your neck, sucking a dark bruise on your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed, your body consumed by the ecstasy you felt. Dave backed from your neck, watching you intently as he pounded you into the side of the pool. Your breasts bounced freely with his thrusts, your legs squeezing him closer unconsciously. Your hands were wrapped around him, scraping long, red scratched down his back. Your walls clenched around him, your breathing turning into heavy pants.

His thrusts were growing sloppy, digging his fingers into the concrete to keep steady. Your eyes cracked open, meeting his honey brown orbs. “Kiss me, Dave. Please?” You asked, nearly begging at this point. “I’m so close.”

He smiled, silently complying by leaning forward, a soft, sweet kiss placed on your lips. His head tilted to the side, his lips completely enveloping yours. His thrusts grew weaker, cock twitching sporadically against your tight walls. Your toes curled into his back, back arching off the sidewall, chest pressing against his. Dave could feel your juices splashing around him, your body shaking violently at your released. He could feel the extra moisture around him, his body warming up as something snapped inside him. His cock twitched violently, more than ever before, streams of hot, white cum spilling from the tip inside you. It mixed with your liquid, your moans mixing between your lips. His thrusts slowed enough to a gentle push, riding out your orgasms.

He broke your kiss slowly, lips still near yours, carefully pulling out of you after your bodies relaxed. You smiled against him, licking your lips. “That was better than last time,” you mumbled, Dave chuckling.

“Yeah. I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship, baby,” he said, a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Baby?” You asked jokingly. He just groaned, rolling his eyes, flashing his teeth at you in a smile. “I like that.”

He chuckled, lifting you from the pool before going to retrieve your bikini top. He climbed out himself, taking his time getting dressed with you. Your arms wound around his waist, his around your shoulders, hugging close. “It’s late, baby. I should get home,” he whispered into your hair.

You pouted, whining at him. “I’m not ready for you to go. But I know you have to.” You pulled away from him, picking his phone up from the chair it was on. You typed something in, handing it back to him and leaning up to kiss his lips. “I will see you later then, boyfriend. Call me this time.”

You winked at him before running inside, locking the sliding glass door as soon as you were in. Blowing him one last kiss, you closed the blinds, disappearing from his sight. Dave grinned to himself, opening his phone. You had already changed his wallpaper to the picture of you kissing by the pool, which he didn’t mind, and he had one new contact in his address book.

Girlfriend 💕💕 xxx-xxx-xxxx

He smiled larger, walking back to his house. As he approached the front door, he saw his mother’s car parked next to his, a sigh escaping when he knew they were home. He prayed he wouldn’t get chewed out for being out late.

He quietly closed the front door behind him once he entered, seeing the light on in the kitchen. He took a deep breath, poking his head around the corner. His mom was at the island in the middle of the kitchen, sipping a glass of milk. Her head raised as soon as she heard him enter, rushing over to hug him. “There you are Dave. Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Yeah, sorry mom. I didn’t realize you guys would be home tonight and I lost track of time. And you do remember I’m eighteen, right? You said so yourself a while ago,” He joked, his mom smacking the back of his head.

“You’re still my first born. You will always be my baby, Dave.” She pulled away, sitting at the table with him. “So, who were you out with? You’re not doing drugs, right?”

“God, mom. No, of course not. I was with my girlfriend,” he said, closing his mouth as soon as it slipped from his lips. “Shit, I mean. Um.” His mom smiled, giving him that “spill the beans” look. “I’m not getting out of this, am I?”

“Who is she?”

Dave smiled to himself, running a hand through his hair. He glanced out the tiny window towards your house, seeing you in your kitchen, wearing a pair of shorts and the Mets hoodie like the other night. His mom waved a hand in front of his face, catching his attention. “Sorry. I’m uh… I’m dating Y/N actually. You know,” he paused, smiling to himself, “the girl next door.”

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Slow Hands - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 6,721

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Hair Pulling, Choking, Face Riding, Boob Jobs, Shower Sex, Making out on the Couch

Notes: STUART WEEK. STUART WEEK. Thank you @rememberstilinski and @sarcasticallystilinski for giving us these times to focus on cuties like Stuart. As thanks, I give you the opportunity to bathe in holy water because... Stuart is a dirty little shit. Also a big thanks to @minhosmeanhoe because she was a babe and proofread this for me while I was on my way home! I love youuuuuu. PS This was a request.

Request: could you maybe do a smut with stuart twombly based off the song "strip that down" or "slow hands" i dont like 1d but i heard them and i'm like "ooh so sexual i know just the right person" and now i'm here. thanks💕💕

You sat at your desk, your fingers drumming on the table in front of you. Your eyes weren’t focused on your computer, or the task in front of you. They were staring through the glass walls of the office space you shared with your team across the hall at Team Lyle. Particularly, your eyes were focused on the beanie wearing cutie that is Stuart Twombly.

You licked your lips, rubbing your legs together as you watched him talk to Billy and Nick, pointing at something on his computer. His whiskey brown eyes were hidden by the black frames of his glasses, and he was wearing a dark blue button up shirt with his normal khakis. Your body was heating up just by watching him work from afar.

His hands quickly typed on the laptop, and you imagined what those hands would be able to do to your body. Running them through your hair as his lips met your neck. Running along the curvatures of your body slowly, feeling your soft skin. Groping your tits between his fingers, fondling them gently, tweaking your nipples. Running his fingers through your wet folds, probing your aching pussy while his thumb pressed to your swollen clit.

You bit your lip, Stuart glancing your way briefly. You blushed, your legs pressing against each other tightly, hoping to hide the arousal you knew was pooling in your panties under your skirt. You gave him a small smile, waving in his direction. The corners of his lips tugged up, Stuart looking back down at his computer before anyone noticed his expression change.

Your coworker, Ann, rolled over in her chair, her gum snapping loudly in your ear. You jolted in surprise, almost falling out of your seat when you turned to look at her. “Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me! Do not sneak up on me like that,” You told her, seeing her grin.

“Well, you were so preoccupied staring at someone else that you were starting to slack in your work. And you didn’t hear Chris tell everyone to head home early to get ready for the company party tonight,” Ann said, picking at her nails. “Do you want me to come over and help you pick out something sexy? Maybe we can find you a cute guy to bring home and fuck for once.”

You rolled your eyes, beginning to type on your computer. “You know that I’m not interested in that kind of thing. I’m not a one-night-stand kind of girl, Ann,” you mutter to her. She groaned, leaning back in her chair.

“I don’t see why not. Sometimes, you just need a release. You’ve been so uptight lately.” She scanned your face, leaning on the palm of her hand. “Fine. What about finding you a boyfriend? Someone like Stuart Twombly of Team Lyle? You guys are always hanging out at lunch when neither of you are busy.” She hinted, nudging you slightly.

“Ann, I am here to focus on my career. Dating is the last thing on my mind,” you told her. “As for Stuart, we are just friends. There is nothing going on between us,” you mutter, glancing at the male across the hall.

Ann groaned again, resting her head against the desk. “Ugh. Sometimes I swear you are actually dating and just not telling anyone.” You shut your laptop, gathering your stuff together, Ann’s eyes on you. “Is it so wrong to want to date? There is nothing wrong with dating someone in the company. You and Stuart are the same level, so there should be no conflicts.”

You slung your bag over your shoulder, giving her a smile. “Think of it this way. If I was dating, I wouldn’t make a big deal of it regardless. Because neither of us would want to make a big deal of it at work. We would want our personal life to stay personal.” You waved at her quickly, rushing out the door, heels clicking down the hallway as you hustled towards the parking lot. You glanced at Stuart’s team before you left, meeting Stuart’s eyes. You gave a small smile, waving at him before running out the door as fast as you could, jumping in your car.

You rest your head against the steering wheel, Stuart running through your mind again. You groaned, feeling the ache in your core for him. “Fuck. I need to get laid or something,” You mumble to yourself, reversing from your parking spot and heading towards your apartment. “Fuck you, Stuart Twombly. Why do you always have to be on my mind?”

You strolled into the company mixer, tugging at the bottom of the black dress you were wearing. Your heels clicked on the floor as you made your way through the crowd of people that had already arrived towards the open bar. You grinned as the bartender handed you a margarita, thanking him quietly and heading to find a seat. You sat at a small, isolated table, sipping your drink while you scanned the crowd.

You noted the various teams having a good time together, enjoying each other’s company outside of their normal work environment. You smiled at the energy people had, knowing this was why you loved your job so much. Google always made sure your spirits were high between the long, grueling days on the job.

Your eyes stopped on Team Lyle sitting at a round table, laughing at something Billy said. You watched Stuart lift his beer bottle to his lips, taking a long swig of the bitter liquid. You licked your lips, your body growing warm from just watching him. He had forgone his normal beanie, his hair spiked up in the front. He swapped his khakis for black jeans, the Google lanyard from his keys dangling from his pocket. He wore the same button up shirt, but the top buttons had been undone so you could see his collarbone.

You were side tackled by Ann, your team following behind her closely. “You look gorgeous, Y/N! Are you sure you’re not looking for a hot date tonight?” She joked, wiggling her eyebrows. You laughed, shaking your head as you took another sip of your margarita.

“No, of course not. I bought this dress a while back and never got a chance to wear it. So, what better time than tonight right?” You mention, giving a small turn. “Too much?”

Your teammate, Lulu, giggled, leaning on the table you were hiding at. “Babe, you’re smoking. There is bound to be some guy that’ll want a piece of that.” She reached over, smacking your ass playfully. You shoved her shoulder in return, all of you laughing.

You chatted with your team for a while, finishing your drink before the DJ changed to an upbeat song, the girls squealing. Ann flipped her hair over her shoulder, placing her hands on her waist. “I think it’s time to get this party started, guys.” She dragged you and Lulu to the middle of the dance floor, rolling her hips to the song. You and Lulu followed her lead, all eyes in the room on you guys. Ann smiled, hollering to the crowd. “Come on guys! It’s time to dance!”

The crowd cheered, groups of people making their way to the floor. It was packed in seconds, giving you a chance to sneak away from Ann and Lulu. You snuck through the crowd, trying to escape, when two hands met your waist, pulling you back against a hand chest. Their lips pressed against your ear, their hot breath fanning over it.

“How about a dance, sexy lady?”

You turned on your heel, wrapping your arms around Stuart’s neck, his arms winding around your waist. “Well, hello to you too.”

He grinned, something everyone saw him do very rarely. He tugged you closer, leaning in to whisper so no one around could hear. “How is my sexy secret girlfriend doing?”

You hummed, twirling your hair playfully. “I think I could be better. Did you know it’s a lot harder keeping this a secret than I thought it would be when we agreed to this arrangement?”

Stuart chuckled, swaying you to the music. “Why? Because our teams are constantly pestering us about not dating? Do they not understand that we want our personal life to remain personal?”

You giggled, pulling him down to your level. “That’s part of it, I guess. But most of the time, it’s because I see this really hot guy across the way, and I can’t help but imagine what amazing things he can do to me. It takes everything in me not to jump his bones in the middle of work.”

Stuart groaned, his lips brushing yours slightly. “Hey, just remember, we both agreed to this. We didn’t want our personal life to interfere with work. We knew this would be hard because we are on different teams and don’t have a lot of time together between normal work, time with our teams and traveling for projects.”

You grumbled at his words, pressing against him. “I know, I know. I just don’t know the last time we’ve had time to ourselves to just hang out. We’ve been so busy lately.” Your lips pressed lightly to his neck, Stuart biting his lip to stifle his groan. “When was the last time we fucked, Stu? All I think about is you, and it makes me horny while I am trying to work. Especially today. You’ve been running through my mind all day long.” Stuart stayed silent, feeling you against him. You looked up at him, staring directly at him. “How about we go back to my place instead of hanging around here? No one will miss us and we can make up for some… lost time.”

Stuart dragged you off the dance floor before you knew what was happening, looking down at you once you were free of the crowd. “Meet me in five minutes at your car. I am going to let Nick know I am heading home on my own since I got a ride with him. That way no one will be suspicious.” You nodded, watching him disappear to find Nick before heading out to your car.

You sat in your car, your mind wandering to Stuart the way it always did when you were alone. You were growing more eager by the second, your heart fluttering when you saw him slip from the building, rushing over to your car. He slid in the passenger seat, his fingers lacing with yours.

The drive was silent, Stuart playing with your fingers while you drove. He leaned over the console, his lips pressing against your cheek softly. “I missed you, Y/N. I promise I will make up for all the time we missed while I was at that conference.” He nuzzled his face into your neck, nipping at your skin. You closed your eyes as you moaned, your car swerving slightly. “Keep your eyes on the road, baby. We’re almost there.”

You slammed on your breaks as you got to your apartment, watching Stuart jump from the car before it was completely stopped and practically running to your front door. You giggled, locking your car and following him inside, locking the door behind you. His arms were instantly around your waist, peppering your face with kisses. You couldn’t stop laughing at him, slowly pushing him down on the couch.

“Couch sex?” Stuart asked, grinning wildly. “I’m down. We’ve done that only once before.”

You smiled at him, sitting next to him. He pouted, looking over at you. “Well, I was thinking that we could take it slow for once. It’s still early,” you mention, glancing at the clock. “We have all night to do whatever you want, babe. So, why rush into something just for us to fall asleep or something afterwards? This is one of the few times I get you all to myself without anyone around.”

Stuart sighed, leaning one of his arms on the back of the couch, placing his hand on your waist to tug you closer. “If that’s what you want to do baby. I want to be with you and I want you to be happy. That’s what makes me happy.” You rest a hand on his arm, rubbing small circles on his skin. “So, what exactly do you want to do if we aren’t having sex right now?”

You grinned, tugging him closer by the neck. “I want you to kiss me. But, just kiss me. No trying to cop a feel.” You heard him groan, pecking his lips. “Come on, Stu. Just make out with me for a bit. I read online that this sort of thing is supposed to be super hot and can bring us close together.”

Stuart cocked his head, quirking an eyebrow. “Are… are you reading things online to spice up our sex life?”

You played with the hairs on his neck, burying your head in his neck to breath in his cologne. “Just thought we could try something new. Sex is always good with you but it’s so rare for us, we need to keep it special.”

He smiled, leaning in to give you a slow, sensual kiss. His lips moved against yours slowly, placing open mouth kisses to your lips. His head tilted to the side, allowing him better access to mesh your lips with his. He would carefully envelope your lips with his, the soft feeling leaving yours seconds later. He would quickly delve into another kiss, occasionally tugging your lip with his teeth. Your hands threaded through his hair, his hands planted firmly on your waist. They held tightly, trying to refrain from running over your skin-tight dress.

You spent a few minutes just sitting on the couch, gently kissing each other. You were surprised he stayed true to not feeling around, but you were glad he did. You never got to have this kind of passionate moment with Stuart. Ever since you had agreed to go out with him, life was quick, leaving you little time to enjoy things like this. You cherished the rare times you got with him in your busy schedules, but this was the cherry on top of everything.

His tongue darted out to lick at your lips, a small moan escaping against his lips. He pulled back, licking his lips. “Please, baby? Can I French kiss you?” You giggled, pulling him down for a kiss. He placed a heated kiss to your lips, his tongue slipping through the crack in your lips. He massaged your tongue, the two wrestling against each other playfully. You shifted against him without breaking the kiss, propping yourself on your knees next to him, your hands pressing against his chest. His hands cupped your cheeks, the kiss growing more heated and deeper in those slight movements.

He broke the kiss, his lips traveling down your jaw to your neck, sucking at it harshly. Normally he wouldn’t do that, afraid to leave marks that people would question, but right now, neither of you cared. You were in the moment and a hickey was the last of your worries. He began laying you back on the couch, your arms reaching above your head, Stuart kissing down your collarbone. Unfortunately for you, your hand knocked the open bottle of Gatorade you had left on the table before the party, the blue liquid pouring over your head. You let out a squeal at the sudden liquid on your body, jumping up. Of course, it was your luck that the bottle got knocked up at well, spilling the remainder of the liquid on Stuart’s head.

Stuart started laughing, resting his head against your shoulder, his hair wet and sticky. “How the fuck did that just happen?” He asked, feeling you shrug, your wet body shivering slightly. “How about we get you a shower then? Get you warmed up. You’re soaked to the bone,” he chuckled, seeing the glare on your face.

He got off the couch, throwing you over his shoulder easily. “Stuart Twombly! Put me down right this instance!” You banged on his back, Stuart making no effort to drop you. “Fine. At least I get to see this fine thing,” you told him, smacking his ass.

“You forget,” he started, pushing your dress up to smack your ass loudly, “Where yours is baby.” You grumbled at him, Stuart clicking on the light in the bathroom. He carefully put you on the sink, turning on the shower so it could heat up. He turned back to you, leisurely helping lift the tight, wet material from your skin. His warm fingers brushed against your bare sides as the dress was pulled up over your head, Stuart discarding it in the corner. His eyes locked on the strapless, lace black bra you wore with a matching thong. “Damn, baby. You must have been planning to come back if you wore that.”

You grinned, pecking his lips. “I told you. You’ve been on my mind all day. I contemplated masturbating before the party, but it’s never the same.” Stuart smiled, kissing your cheek before turning to leave. You frowned, grabbing ahold of his shirt. “Where are you going?”

He glanced back at you, his face cutely confused. “Letting you shower?”

You bit your lip, staring at him. “Join me? You got wet too and should get cleaned up,” you mumbled, never removing your eyes from him. He chuckled, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it with your dress. You gazed at his toned chest, eyes trailing over his flexing muscles in his arms and the patches of hair on his chest and stomach. Stuart just smirked, kicking off his jeans and boxers and jumping in the shower.

“You coming, baby?” He called out through the steam, missing your low moan. You unhooked your bra, tossing it away randomly as you jumped off the counter, slipping free of the thong. You poked your head in the shower, Stuart's back to you as he scrubbed at his hair under the running water. You gingerly stepped in, making no noise, wrapping your arms around him, chest against his back. “Well, there you are.”

He turned in your arms, tugging you under the water. You clung to him, feeling his hands run through your hair to clean off the sugary drink. You placed kisses on his chest, feeling a certain member down below twitch against your leg when you did. He felt you grinning against him, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Stuart, this is nice,” you murmur, Stuart looking down at you. “We don’t normally take time to be… passionate like this. It’s been nice for once. Kind of romantic, don’t you think?” You look up at him with a large smile, Stuart smiling in return.

He didn’t answer with words, leaning down to kiss you. It was slow like before, his mouth meshing with yours in hot, open mouth kisses. Your nails raked against his chest, pressing yourself hard against him. The water dripped down your bodies, adding to the heat that was building up inside of you.

Stuart broke the kiss, kisses trailing down your neck to your chest. His lips tenderly wrapped around your nipple, placing soft kisses to the tender bug. He gently tugged at it with his lips, his tongue running over it. His tongue circled the bug, flicking it occasionally. His hand grabbed the other one in between his fingers, pinching the nipple. Your head fell back, fingers tangling in his hair, moaning loudly. Stuart swapped breasts, repeating his actions when he did.

He pulled away with a pop, running his tongue along the valley of your breasts back to your lips, kissing you forcefully. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ve tried to stay calm and be romantic like you said I was. I wanted to make you happy by doing what you want.” He kissed you again, the kissing harder and sloppier. “But, I fucking need to be inside of you. I’ve waited as long as I could, but you’re so sexy and I love you so much. I need you.”

He picked you up abruptly, aligning himself with your pussy. You moaned, feeling him slide inside easily, the water from the shower and your already wet pussy aiding his cock. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your back hitting the shower wall. Stuart held your thighs, your legs winding around his waist in a tight hold. His hips shifted into yours, his cock sliding out and back in deeply. You quietly mewled at the feeling, his thrusts getting faster and deeper.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you feel,” he panted, using one hand to brace himself on the wall. “It’s been so long, Y/N. Your pussy is so much better than my hand. Only you can make me feel this good.”

You cracked your eyes open at him, placing a sloppy kiss to his lips. “You’ve broken records today. First, you’re hella romantic, now you sound hella dirty. Have you always been this dirty? You’re normally quiet when we fuck, popping off sarcastic remarks now and again. You’ve never talked dirty to me.”

He looked up, halting his movements, reaching over to turn off the shower. “You want me to be dirty? Baby, I can be dirty. You’ve seen nothing yet.” He pushed off the wall, holding you against him as he climbed from the shower, heading for your room. You left a trail of water through your hallway, Stuart’s cock still throbbing inside of you. He kicked the door open, dropping you on the bed. You whined at the empty feeling you felt when he left your pussy, Stuart grinned as he stroked his cock. “God, there are so many things I want to do to you.”

You whimpered, Stuart leaning over you to kiss down your body. “God, do you know how many things I’ve wanted to do to you?” He whispered, stopping once he got to your pussy. “I’ve always wanted to cum on your tits. To fuck you doggy style since we’ve never done that. To have you ride my face.” He licked a stripe up your pussy, hearing you moan. “To have you call me daddy while I fuck you into next week. To leave you unable to walk.”

You grumbled, wrapping your legs around his head, shoving his face into your pussy. “Less talking, more doing then.” He complied silently, his tongue delving deep into your pussy. Your head fell back into the pillows, your back arching off the bed. His tongue was always magic, but this was more intense than normal. He was swirling his tongue around, lapping at the juices that were constantly leaking from your core. The tip rubbed against your walls, finding every sensitive spot he knew you had.

He pulled away, two fingers replacing his tongue, thrusting into your pussy at lightning speed. His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking at it harshly, tongue flicking against the engorged bud relentlessly. You moaned loudly, Stuart pressing his tongue to your clit, fingers curling inside of you. The tips of his fingers pressed to your g-spot, prodding at it with everything he had and shoved them deep inside of you. The coil in your stomach was unwinding quickly, your body shaking uncontrollably.

“Stu, baby. I’m going to cum.” At your words, his fingers pulled free of your walls, his lips placing a quick kiss to your clit before he sat up, licking his fingers clean. Your mouth fell open, staring at your secret boyfriend. “Did you… did you just deny me my orgasm?”

He grinned, rolling you over so you were on top. “You should ride daddy’s face while you cum. Because that sounds so hot.” You blushed at his words, hearing him call himself daddy. Your heart rate picked up, your core aching at his words.

“Ok, I never thought calling you daddy would actually turn me on,” you mumbled, shimmying up his body until your pussy was directly over his face. You looked down at him, meeting his dark brown, lust-filled eyes. “But it did. So, will you let me cum now, daddy?”

His hands met your waist, pulling you down until his lips met your clit, his tongue darting out to lick it rapidly. You squealed at the feeling, leaning your hands on the headboard to keep upright. Your fingers curled against the wood, Stuart’s tongue licking long stripes through your folds. Occasionally he would blow cool air over your pussy and clit, shivers running up your spine. His lips would wrap around your clit in sucking kisses, his tongue dipping into your wet pussy whenever it passed by.

Stuart snaked one hand under you, two fingers sliding into your pussy when he attached his lips firmly to your clit, spelling his name slowly on the engorged bud. He thrust his fingers into you slowly, scissoring them as he moved. The feeling was different than anything you’ve ever felt, your body shaking violently on top of him.

You used one hand to support yourself on the headboard, using the other to massage your breasts while he finger-fucked you. His eyes cracked open when your moans got louder, your panting increasing. He broke from his attack on your clit to watch you fondle yourself, his fingers roughly pressing into you. “Fuck, baby. That’s hot. Are you picturing my hands caressing your tits? My lips around your nipples?” You nodded, head falling back to moan his name.

“Oh fuck, daddy. I don’t know how long I’m going to last,” you whined, Stuarts fingers speeding up. He turned his attention back to your clit, his teeth nipping at the bud, a loud scream ripping from your throat. You could feel him groan against you, curling his fingers into your sensitive walls. You felt the coil in your stomach unwinding like before, your body convulsing. “Oh god. I’m cumming, daddy!”

Waves of pleasure rolled through your body, Stuart replacing his fingers with his mouth before your fluids leaked from your pussy. His tongue shoved its way into you, massaging your walls as you came, your juices spilling onto his taste buds. He happily lapped at your juices, swallowed every drop you had.

You crawled off him carefully, hearing him sigh contently. “God, you taste as good as I remember,” he mumbled to himself, though you heard him clearly. You grinned, your hand reaching over to wrap around his stiff cock. His head turned to you, raising an eyebrow. “And what do you think you’re doing?”

You smiled at him, adjusting your position until you were nestled between his legs, grasping him tightly. He let out a short breath, propping himself up on his elbows to watch you. He saw your eyes shift to his cock before returning his gaze, silently telling him what you were planning. When he didn’t protest, you began stroking his cock, your mouth wrapping around the tip. You ran your tongue over the swollen tip, tasting the precum that was leaking from it. You hummed happily, vibrating his cock.

“Fuck, baby. You like to torture daddy, huh?” His fingers tangled in your hair, laying back in the pillows with his eyes closed. You smiled against him, beginning to bob your head along his length, pumping what couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hand. Your nose buried in the dark curly hairs at the base of his cock, swirling your tongue around his length. Your cheeks hollowed out, the feeling around his cock growing tighter. “God, that feels so good. You always know how to please me baby,” he murmured.

Your tongue ran along the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock, faintly hearing Stuart moan your name during the action. The noise he made filled you with additional adrenaline, bobbing your head faster. He moaned louder, tightening his hold on your hair. He used it as leverage to guide your movements, his hips jerking up to meet your movements. His tip hit the back of your throat, your eyes watering slightly to avoid gagging. You pushed yourself to deepthroat him further, Stuart’s cock twitching against your cheeks sporadically.

“Fuck baby. I’m going to cum soon,” he grumbled, your lips pulling back to suck his tip. When your lips pulled away completely, his eyes snapped open, looking up at you. You were sitting back on your knees, licking your lips, a smirk present on your cheeks. “Oh. Touché, babe. I see what you did there.”

You giggled, sliding back on the bed. He watched you lean forward, your chest against his groin. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching you wrap your breasts around his cock, rubbing them against him. He groaned, thrusts his hips in motion with you, steadily speeding up. You pushed your breasts together, hugging his cock between them. You moaned at the feeling of him pumping between them, Stuart moaning in return. Your lips wrapped around the tip, harshly sucking at it and running your tongue along the slit.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, his body growing warm. “I’m not going to last long.” You pushed your breasts together at his comment, rocking your body to jerk him quickly. “Shit!” Stuart yelled out, his head falling back. His seed shot from the tip in spurts, filling your cheeks and sliding down your throat. It was salty, but sweet, and you enjoyed the taste more than you thought you would. You gripped him with your hand, pumping him to milk the last drops of his cum.

Stuart was panting heavily, watching you through his lashes as you licked your lips clean of his seed. You crawled up his body, fingers tangling in his hair as you kissed him fiercely. Stuart returned the kiss without hesitation, rolling you over until your back was pressed against the bed.

His cock buried itself in your pussy while he kissed you, swallowing your moan with his lips. His hips pressed forcibly into yours, his cock bottoming out before he dared move. You broke the kiss, lips nearly atop each other, moans escaping both of your mouths at the same time. He pulled out slowly, slamming his way back into you quickly, his speed instantly at one hundred percent. He was pounding you into the mattress from the get go, and you were enjoying every second of it.

His cock never stopped moving, vehemently thrusting into you. It brushed against your sensitive walls, causing them to clench around him tightly. He trailed his kisses down your neck, sucking countless marks along the way. His lips wrapped around your nipple, your back arching into him from the mixture of his assault on your breasts and his restless thrusting. He sucked at your nipple, tugging at it with both his lips and his teeth. You moaned loudly, your mind blanking on what was happening.

Stuart pulled away with a pop, gripping your thigh tightly. He shifted it over his shoulder, the angle causing your body to shake violently. He was reaching new depths with his endless thrusting, easily prodding at your g-spot every time he shoved his cock deep inside of you. The sound of slapping skin filled the room, Stuart panting and sweating from his movements.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he murmured, licking between your breasts. He leaned back slightly, his thrusts becoming faster and more powerful. Each thrust caused you to scream out loud, your breasts bouncing freely with his thrusts. Stuart’s eye locked on them, watching them jiggle with his motions, his mouth watering. “You have the best tits. Fuck.”

He leaned forward again, supporting himself with one hand. His other hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing it gently. It wasn’t enough to constrict your breathing, but there was something about the action that turned you on. Your stomach churned with desire, your body heating up dramatically. Waves of pleasure rolled through your body, your pussy dripping with arousal around Stuart’s giant cock. He would tighten his hold on your neck occasionally, hearing you whimper at the act.

His cock twitched inside of you, pressing into your walls repeatedly. The knot inside of you was unraveling. One squeeze of the neck was all it took for your juices to splatter your walls around him, soaking his cock completely. Your body quaked, turning into a moaning, jumbled mess. Your back arched off the bed, toes curling into Stuart’s shoulder. Your leg wrapped around his waist, tugging him closer, his cock buried to the hilt. He jostled his hips, unconsciously rubbing against your clit as he did, escalating your orgasm.

“Fuck! Daddy!” You screamed loudly, walls completely closing, your fluids pouring from inside of you in endless waterfalls. Stuart groaned happily, the tip of his cock tapping your cervix as he buried himself deep. He twitched uncontrollably, feeling your juices on his cock, the warmth of your pussy enveloping him. He let out a grunt, spewing his seed into your womb, his juices mixing with yours.

He pulled out of you, rubbing himself in his hand, giving you a chance to catch your breath. You were pulled up by the arms into a rough kiss, Stuart’s cock still proudly erect. “Ready for another round, baby?” He whispered in your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

“God, where did this stamina come from?” You joked, Stuart backing away to give you a dull look. “Aw, don’t be mad, daddy. What can your baby do this time for you?” You leaned forward, your chest pressing against his. He grumbled, muttering incoherent things. “Well, you must be done if you can’t decide.”

You were spun around, Stuart pressing against your back until you were on your hands and knees in front of him. His cock pressed against your core, your pussy already growing moist at the feeling. His hand ran over your ass, groping it between his fingers.

“You’re being a naughty girl, Y/N. I think someone needs to be punished,” He stated, smacking your ass hard. You squealed loudly, your hands grabbing at the blankets around you. Another smack was heard, echoing through the room. Your ass was beginning to sting from the impact, but it was also filling you with intense desire. Pleasure was filling your veins with each smack, tears prickling the corners of your eyes from the painful stinging, filthy moans slipping from your lips.

When he smacked your ass for the tenth time, he gently rubbed the bright red skin, caressing it carefully. You looked over your shoulder at him, licking your lips. “I learned my lesson, daddy. Now, will you please fuck me from behind?” Stuart groaned, his cock sliding inside before he could produce words. Your face buried into the bed, biting your lip. “Shit, that feels amazing. You’re so big, Stu.”

His hand met your ass, a squeak coming out of your mouth. “It’s daddy, baby.” His hips pushed forward, snapping against yours in rapid, hard thrusts. Your moans were muffled by the mattress and blankets, listening to skin slapping against each other, feeling his balls smacking against you whenever he pushed in.

His hand reached out, threading in your hair, tugging back on it slightly. Your face was pulled away from the bed, your moans bouncing off the walls instantly. “That’s it, baby,” he panted. “Let everyone hear your moans. Let everyone know who you love. Whose cock you love. Whose girlfriend you are.” He tugged at your hair again, a pool of desire filling inside of you.

He thrust into you at an ungodly speed, your walls contracting around him in intervals. They contracted more often the harder and longer he thrust into you, his fingers never leaving your hair. His cock repeatedly poked your g-spot, hitting your cervix every time he thrust inside of you. You moaned, feeling the pool overflowing inside of you. He bottomed out with his thrusts, filling you to the brim with his large, pulsating cock. It pushed against your walls, your juices flowing around him quickly. Your eyesight went dark, your eyes slightly rolling back as your orgasm hit intensely, your body collapsing onto the bed. You convulsed, Stuart’s thrusts slowing to ride out your high. He moaned at the warm feeling around him, your juices coating his cock.

He pulled from you, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock. He stroked it gently, making a move to get off the bed. “No,” you muttered, catching Stuart’s attention. You got up shakily, turning towards Stuart. He watched you with wary eyes, trying to figure out what you were doing.

“It’s fine, baby,” he uttered lowly. “I can just jack off. You’re worn out already.” You shook your head, pushing his hand away from his cock, taking it in your own.

“You said you wanted to cum on my tits, Stu,” you told him, dropping the whole ‘daddy’ aspect. “So, let me fulfill your desire.” He watched you closely, grunting when your mouth wrapped around his cock completely, bobbing along his length quickly.

“Shit, babe. This is even better than before,” he muttered, resting his hand on the back of your head. You tasted yourself on his cock, your tongue swirling around his length to taste everything. A bit of cum leaked from his tip, the sweet salty liquid making your mouth water. Stuart was already twitching and pulsing against your cheeks, his head falling back.

“Fuck baby,” he panted, feeling something starting to snap inside him. “I’m cumming now.” You pulled away, pumping him with your hand quickly. He moaned your name, hot white streams of cum shooting from his tip, landing on your face and chest, and landing on your tongue when you opened your mouth. You stroked his cock until he had nothing else to release, swallowing the bits that landed on your tongue. Stuart panted, staring down at you, covered in his cum. “That’s… kind of hot.”

You giggled, crawling off the bed slowly, waddling towards the bathroom. Your body was sore, but you were in complete bliss. You grabbed a towel, cleaning off the juices you were wearing. When you came back out, Stuart was laying back on the bed, under the covers already, staring at his phone. You crawled into the bed with him, curling up on his chest.

“That was probably the best sex we’ve ever had, Stu,” you told him, looking up to give him a kiss. “I miss you so much, baby. I love you.” He grinned, placing a slow, chaste kiss to your lips.

“Back at you, baby. You were a beast tonight.” He nuzzled into your hair, placing a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

You notice him look back at his phone, turning to grab yours from the side table, right where Stuart always put it. You figured he grabbed it when he went to grab his. You glanced at your messages, seeing dozens of texts from your team. The one that caught your eye the most was one from Ann.

[11:21 PM: Ann Bby] I saw you and Stuart disappear one after another. I should have known you two were secretly together. You guys are cute.

You blushed, looking up at Stuart. “Ann saw us leave together. She said she knows we are together.” Stuart nodded, handing you his phone. You scanned his texts, everyone on his team making comments about him leaving with you. They even sent him pictures of when we were dancing at the party. “I guess there’s no much point in keeping it secret now.”

He ran his hand through your hair, taking his phone back. “Well, maybe it’s a good thing we do. We’ve been dating for over a year without a single word to anyone. Maybe now we will get some more time together.” He noticed your eyes drooping slowly, kissing your head. “We’ll talk about it in the morning. For now, sleep. And remember this as you fall asleep.” He nuzzled his face with yours, kissing your cheek. “I love you.”

You smiled, snuggling into him. You fell asleep quickly, muttering a quick ‘I love you’ back to him. Stuart smiled, relaxing into the bed, reminiscing about the night you had shared before he fell asleep with you.

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