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secretgamergirl · 4 months

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American Politics and Vampires

It's 2024, a capital-E Election Year in the U.S. and I am already starting to see the slow creep in my feed here of posts stressing the importance of voting, and the accompanying utterly infuriating mix of comments beneath them of sad little efforts from neo-nazis to counter that messaging and hot takes from clueless children that are pretty hard to distinguish from the former.

I was a little tempted after seeing a few of these today, but I didn't feel like being a big nag, and so instead I'm going to ramble about how a while back I saw someone ask a question that resulted in a really uncomfortable silence- "Why are there so many stories about vampires where they fought on the wrong side of the civil war?" (And yeah, these are actually very related topics.)

Let's picture for a moment your standard vampire. We've got someone who looks more or less like a normal human being, but is secretly a monster who is compelled to suck the blood out of normal humans, leaving them either dead, or as these sort of out of it, sickly, very suggestible types just barely going through the motions of life, and getting drained again before they can start to recover and escape. A given story might try to give you a more sympathetic vampire as an exception, because we don't generally enjoy reading stories about this sort of monster, but the typical standard vampire also totally loves their inherently predatory nature. They'll refer to the people they're draining as cattle or vermin or whatever, consider them to be lesser beings, and live in some big fancy castle or mansion or whatever, maybe getting all prideful about their ancestral lines or whatever.

Vampires aren't going to actively describe themselves as slave owners. They're going to talk about their familiars or servants or whatever, but let's be honest here. If you're a vampire in the U.S. in the lead-up to the civil war, there is zero chance you don't have a bunch of slaves and the federal government is formally abolishing that, you're not gonna like it and you're probably not going to have a problem killing people to be able to maintain your lifestyle.

Meanwhile, here's the quote people love tossing around about the group of people we refer to with a term that really doesn't fit anything about them: "Conservatism consists of exactly one proposition, to wit: There must be in-groups whom the law protects but does not bind, alongside out-groups whom the law binds but does not protect." - Frank Wilhoit

So... special people who consider themselves above normal humans, insist on being able to do things without facing consequences for them, and in particular being very keen on harming normal people who just have to deal. That kinda lines up perfectly with our description of vampires, doesn't it! And a hell of a lot of things, through the whole history of this country, make a hell of a lot of sense when you realize that roughly half of all politicians from the ones we have now all the way back to the founding of the country have been straight up vampires. Metaphorically speaking.

That's not to say that half the population of this country is comprised of vampires. It's more that vampires, by their nature, feel like they have to be in positions of leadership where they can control as much human cattle as they can, so they're going to claw their way to political power and hold onto it with an absolute death grip, any way they possibly can.

Like, knowing how bad this country has gotten about education on Certain Things, and other countries not having a particular incentive to learn these things, are we all aware of the three-fifths compromise? See, when this country was first founded it was really kinda 13 countries in this weird military alliance, and there was a lot of squabbling about who was paying for what and how to divide up this extra land everyone was collectively starting to acquire further and further to the west and everyone had to sit down and hash out the foundations of what's now the federal government. Part of that was establishing the whole congress deal, where rather than just putting some number of people in the seats from each state, there would be general elections of reps to fill seats based on total population. All well and good, except then a bunch of vampires stood up and went "hey so those population totals count our slaves, right? Because we've got a whole bunch of slaves, and obviously we're not going to actually let any of them vote because they're not really people but like they're mouths that need feeding within our borders so that counts right? We can send more vampires to serve in congress proportionate to all these slaves we have?"

Now you would HOPE the response to that would be "what? NO! Screw you! Quit having slaves!" or at least "what? NO! If you don't let slaves vote you can't count them as citizens for how many people you get to send in to represent your state you monsters!" What actually happened though, because there were already so many vampires in the room deciding this that just telling them all to screw off apparently wasn't an option was people went "OK we are not going to let you have 100 times the voting power of a normal human being because you're a vampire with 100 slaves... how about we just give you 60 times the voting power?" Which is completely absurd! But, yeah, half-vampire-run country. You'd also figure this particular awful disproportionate power grab issue would have died when we abolished slavery, but uh... we didn't actually do a super great job at that. The actual wording of our slavery ban has a heck of a loophole in it.

"Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction." So you know, you're a vampire. You failed to overthrow the government and they made you release all your slaves, AND they're technically allowed to vote now. That's bad for you because not only can you not boss them around or get extra federal votes out of them, they're probably going to vote against your evil interests. Fortunately you argued for these loopholes about people in prisons, and hey, you can exploit the hell out of that! Build a ton of prisons! Pass laws that let you arrest huge amounts of people for... being former slaves essentially. Make huge huge numbers of arrests. Offer to house other states' prisoners too! All these people are totally living in your state, AND they're full citizens with voting rights, so, yeah draw those district maps up to count them all, but oh whoops, none of them can actually cast those votes, because they're in prison and all. Still, their bodies count for population proportion, so the one vampire with a residence next to the prison effectly just gets to vote for all of them. Oh and the way the 13th amendment is written you can totally have them all do any sort of slave labor you need done while they're in there. Dangerous firefighting, horrible no-shade road construction, whatever you like really.

There's all kinds of awful crap like this baked into our laws, and it's imperative that we get rid of it all, both because, you know, basic human rights, and because it's all in there explicitly to give disproportionate power to vampires and make it particularly hard to get rid of them. Meanwhile, yeah, the vampires are also very much aware of that, and doing everything they can to keep us from doing that, so they can continue to, you know, rule forever, kill us for a combination of the enjoyment they get and a means of population control to thwart all this pesky democracy stuff, etc.

Now, a big part of how all of this has shaken out is that America has profoundly bad system for handling elections. A lot of other countries do stuff where you rank a bunch of candidates and when the votes get tabulated there's this whole multistep process weeding out the ones with no chance and then counting based on people's second choices and all that, but no, we go with "this guy got 21% of the vote and the next highest only got 20.95% so first guy wins who cares about the rest of this" (at least for general popular vote stuff, there's special rules and exceptions for lots of stuff like... amending weird crap that keeps vampires in power where you need various wide majorities, naturally). Anyway all the vampires get this so they pool their resources and pick just one vampire to run for any given thing and throw all the votes they have (bloated by various messed up means of getting extra votes and not counting big piles that disagree with them) without any other vampires splitting the vampire vote. This kinda necessitates the counterplay of having just the one non-vampire run for any given office. So, how do we work out who this one non-vampire is? Well, in the vast majority of cases, people are so disinterested in politics that only one person is going to even bother to fill out the paperwork to run (or nobody will, just letting some vampire run unopposed!) but for higher profile stuff, presidency especially, there's usually enough people interested that we have (technically unofficial) votes to agree on who we're all going to vote for later. Which isn't the worst system? Think of it like a tournament bracket (and really it'd be better if we branched those more, or used one of those better systems other countries have).

Oh and this is also only covering the various government offices where people are voted for directly. There's a ton of others like, you know, the entire judicial branch, which is arguably the most important, because it ultimately doesn't matter what the law says about anything when a dispute, even one in incredibly bad faith, can be brought before a vampire judge who's just going to rule in favor of vampire interests. Nothing for it beyond keeping vampires out of office so they can't appoint other vampires as judges and such.

So... yeah. The most important thing in all this is hey, do absolutely everything you can to thwart the efforts of vampires. They're super well-organized and weirdly open about wanting to enslave or kill the rest of us, along with doing everything they can to get away from this whole voting thing and just kinda rule forever as feudal lords, free to claim the blood of all within their domain and all. Past that, you want people in power who are like... competent? Willing to thwart and dismantle vampire rule, while also actually doing whatever job they're in the running to go and do.

So basically, when it comes to matters of voting, the really important thing to do is not freaking blow everything off until the big vampire vs. non-vampire vote. If the non-vampire sucks at that point, that's on you for not pushing for and voting for someone who doesn't suck when the primary happened. And if all those people suck, it's on you for not opting to run yourself or pestering someone you like to do so. But yeah, if you spaced that long and now it's just a vampire or some jerk you don't like, deal with it, vote for the jerk. We need to protect the weak and vulnerable among us from the vampires first and foremost and keep them from outlawing stakes and garlic, people!

Oh and the other thing with American voting is that yeah sometimes in smaller local elections things get weird and there isn't a vampire in the running or there is but you know from polls that everyone has kind of agreed nobody's voting for the vampire and then cool you can maybe vote for some cool weirdo who didn't get party backing over someone who did. That's never going to happen in a big election though. There's too much infrastructure involved in getting viable candidates propped up, the vampire vote is going to be in play in a serious way, and any sort of third party/write-in candidate is just kinda going to be some weirdo who has no chance at all of winning and is just here on an ego trip, so, yeah just focus on disempowering vampires.

But again, I'm writing about vampires not voting strategy so uh... hey white supremacy kinda works as wannabe vampires with this metaphor. The vampires aren't going to turn anyone new into vampires most likely but they tempt weird pasty creeps with promises that they might get to be vampires later if they help the vampires with their agenda and bring them pre-battered victims and such. Oh and a lot of people would prefer to stake them than deprive them of political power and like, OK, put your money where your mouth is then. Talking about that sort of thing in public is just going to make them post more guards around their coffins. Vampire Hunters gotta work solo or in small well-vetted groups.

#American politics #vampires #history #racism #fascism

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angelst4re · 2 years

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Weirdo- Brian Wilcox x Fem Reader [part 2]

read part 1 here!

contains: smut!! fingering and oral (f receiving), degradation, brian's mood swings lol, creampie, brian the sex god?

note: i've been posting so much recently :)

You had walked into Mickeys that night with completely different intentions than you left with. You and Brian talked for a while, his friend who you always forget the name of made some inappropriate jokes, then before you knew it, Brian was dragging you to his car with him. You mentally praised yourself for having a shower that morning.

“Fuck,” Brian groaned, bumping his head as he followed you into the backseat of his car after taking off his work shirt and hat. He was now leaning over you, your faces inches away from each other. You could feel his breath on your neck, “I really like you, y/n,” he admitted.

“I like you too, Brian.” You smiled, pulling him down by the back of his neck to connect your lips. You hadn’t had too much experience kissing, but Brain seemed to know what he was doing- much to your surprise.

His kisses move downwards, to your jaw, to your neck, and eventually your chest. He pulled your pink tank top down enough to reveal your bra, kisses spreading to your cleavage making you giggle again.

“Sit up,” he whispered, breathless from his acts. You did as he said, and he unclipped your bra, throwing it to the drivers seat. “Fuck. You’re more beautiful than I ever imagined.”

“You’ve imagined me naked?” You ask looking through your lashes at him. He answered with a ‘uh-huh’ and you immediately knew. You laid back down, pulling him with you without breaking eye contact. “What did you imagine doing to me? What was I doing to you?”

“Baby, you’ll just have to wait and see.” He went back to undressing you, pulling down your shorts and sarcastically gasped, “no underwear tonight? You knew this was going to happen? You come here just to fuck me?” He teased.

“When you put it that way-” He shut you up as his fingertips ghosted over your skin. The light touches moving closer and closer to your heat. Until he got to your clit, his middle finger tracing slow circles around the bud, he watched as your facial expression changed depending on the way he touched you. His middle finger was replaced by his thumb, as he pumped two fingers into you, curling them up every now and again- he overheard a girl at school one day saying how it drove her wild- and now he was doing it to you. Quiet moans and whimpers left your mouth, and your eyes screwed shut.

“Hey, look at me,” he said, watching your face closely, an eager smile creeping up on his, “that feel good?”

“Shit- so good.”

“Yeah? So what if I…” He moved further down your body, until his face was in line with your pussy. You could’ve came at the sight of him in between his thighs. He spread you apart with his thumbs, his tongue licking a stripe from your core to your clit, his chin glistening after as he smiled up at you. He repeated the action, this time beginning to suck on your clit, lightly taking the flesh between his teeth as he pulled away. “You like that?”

You nodded, your fingers tangling into his hair and he continued, alternating between sucking and kissing your clit as his two fingers slipped back inside you.

“Fuck-”

“Close?”

“Y-yes, I’m gonna cum- Fuck!”

Brian worked extra hard, pushing you to the edge and tipping you into the most mind-blowing orgasm ever. He continued his attack on you until you had to push him away, becoming too sensitive. He took his fingers into his mouth, savouring your taste.

“Fuck me.” You demanded as you tried to catch your breath, “fucking ruin me, Brian. Please, please.” You grabbed his shoulders and began bringing him back up to your level, smiling in your hazy state as he unzipped his black jeans.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He said, leaning back down, his arms either side of your head to support him, “I haven’t got any uh- protection. I didn’t think we’d-”

“I’m on birth control, babe. Don’t worry.” You smiled, and suddenly something in him changed.

“Oh yeah?” His hips made their first thrust in to you, causing you to gasp. He was bigger than anyone else you’ve been with, “Of course you are, I just know those dicks you’re friends with do you raw. Don't they? You had to go on the pill so they don’t knock you up when they use you as their fucktoy, right?” Little does he know you have only slept with two boys, neither of them he knew. “Bet you beg for it too?” His pace was quickening as he hit deeper inside of you, he felt so good inside you, you never wanted it to end. “Well, I don’t want that anymore, y/n. I want- Shit- I want you to be mine.”

“I am,” you whimpered, “I want you.”

“You wanna be my whore?” His thrusts were now slow and hard, you wondered if you could’ve passed out from the pleasure, it was unreal. Still, you managed to nod your head for him. “Weirdo.” He smiled affectionately, his mood completely changing again.

“‘M gonna cum again, Brian.” You mutter, wrapping your legs around his waist to feel him as much as possible.

“Me too, baby. Gonna cum in you, leave it dripping out of you, then they’ll see how much you loved being used. You want that?”

You nod again, his words sending you over the edge for the second time. He followed shortly after, keeping his cock in you until you had both come down from your highs.

As he pulled out, some of his cum began leaking out. He smirked at you before pushing it back in and helping you back into your shorts.

“So… we haven’t got school tomorrow,” Said Brian, pulling your tank top back up, barely covering your breasts, “wanna come back to mine? No one’s gonna be home but we could just go to my room and cuddle if you want..?”

You chuckle, he was so cute- even after fucking your brains out.

#brian wilcox x reader #fast food nation #brian wilcox smut #paul dano smut

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kazoosandfannypacks · 10 months

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Open to Interpretation- CUT CONTENT!

As I write, I end up cutting out a lot of dialogue and scenes, throwing them in a special place I like to call "the cryochamber" to save them to use later. It's later, so here's some dialogue, scenes, and other tidbits that, while I dearly loved, ultimately didn't make the final cut in my fic, Open to Interpretation.

"It's been awhile since someone's called me a talentless hack to my face," he shrugged, "and I thought you might be less inclined to do so if you knew who I was." "You wanted to hear me ruthlessly pick apart your paintings?" "Don't act so surprised," he said, "besides, I said to myself 'Killian, if you can make a believer of this woman, you can make a believer out of anyone.'"

"Sorry?" she offered. "It's alright, Swan?" he addressed her, "I've read many a scathing review of my work in my day...."

"All I'm saying is," Lily said, "you've been running from one bad relationship right into another since you were seventeen." "This is different." "That's what you said about the last one." "The last one was a deadbeat," Emma said, "and I knew that going into it." "So I guess this one will be a surprise deadbeat."

After getting home past eleven, Emma took a quick shower, then messaged Killian to ask what the next day's agenda was- which led to a phone call to discuss the next two days' plans, and then a discussion of how Killian would make up for it when it all inevitably sucked, and then conversation about favorite movies and shows, and then life in general, and before long it was two a.m.

he turned to her for only a moment- a sincere, shot through the heart moment, before turning his gaze back on the road.

[A/N: this section was one I was absolutely devastated to cut out. As you'll see from reading this, my initial plan was for Emma to accept Killian's request to become boyfriend and girlfriend in Chapter 10. I then realized it was a little out of character, took away some of the conflict of the story, and made the title of the story less of a tell for the plot (granted, when I titled it, I had no intention of writing that much of the story ;)) so I had to cut out this beautiful chapter, consoling myself that I'd include it in this post. Also, though it's not mentioned in this excerpt, Killian has parked the car on the side of the road here.] "You don't know what you're getting yourself into," Emma shook her head, "I'm a mess." "Thank goodness," Killian smiled, "messy people are so much more freeing. If I wanted someone who thought they were perfect, I would've stayed at the benefit dinners at the museum. But I want someone who keeps me on my toes, someone I can be myself around- someone who inspires me." Her hand was resting on the console between them, and he took it in his. "I want you, Emma Swan," he said, "if only you'd have me." She smirked. "If that's what you want…." "You are." "Then I want you too," Emma said, then laughed a little as she addressed him, "boyfriend." He didn't try to hide the smile beaming across his face or the flush creeping across his cheeks. "You've no idea how happy that makes me," he said, "girlfriend." "I just might," Emma smiled. "Oh, really?" Killian raised an eyebrow and leaned a touch closer to her. Emma leaned closer as well and tacked on a, "yeah." Though he couldn't be completely sure, Killian was developing a theory that his new girlfriend knew exactly what she was doing to him when she used that tone and said those words and leaned so close to him he could practically taste her breath. He let go of her hand so he could tuck her hair behind her ear, pull her closer with a longing look in his eyes. "Permission to kiss the masterpiece?" he asked. "One of those days I'm gonna find that joke corny instead of endearing," Emma said, the smile between her blush brushed cheeks revealing that day would be a long ways off, "either way, permission granted." He reached up with his other hand as well, pulling her hair behind both her ears as he pulled her closer to him, and laid the next brushstroke on her lips. He half expected her to pull away, but instead felt her hands on his jacket, pulling him closer rather than pushing him away. His fingers danced through her hair as her hands found their way to his neck, pulling him as close as she could with their seatbelts still buckled. He almost considered prematurely untangling his fingers from her hair and letting go just a moment to unbuckle his seatbelt, but then remembered they had a graduation to get to, and his dad wasn't likely to take, "I was making out with a beautiful woman" as a valid excuse for showing up late. So, begrudgingly, he pulled his lips off hers, far enough to break off the kiss, but lingering close enough not to break off its intimacy. "To be continued?" he asked, his heavy breath in unison with hers. "Yeah," she nodded, "yeah." Killian sighed as he backed off, capturing her smile in his mind one more time before starting the car and getting back on the road. Even still, as the radio clicked back on and they continued their road trip, they didn't stop exchanging playful glances with each other.

She didn't respond, so he looked back over to her, noting how the hillsides behind them brought out her green eyes- not that he needed that boost to see them, to be drawn to them. Her smile seemed almost awestruck, and her eyes sparkled with hope, but also with a touch of fear he tried to dispel. Killian glanced back at the road just long enough to pull the car over and park on the side of the road, then found himself lost in her eyes again.

Emma wasn't ready for another relationship to end in burning flames like the last one, and she wouldn't be ready for a relationship with him until he proved that he wasn't some deadbeat or sleazebag like the last guys she'd dated.

The pink grew even more vibrant as he said that, then spun around to her side so his arm was wrapped around her shoulder, then he let her hand trickle down to her side instead. "You didn't ask me how you looked," Emma added as they walked towards the school. "Oh?" he asked, "my apologies. How do I look, Swan?" She smiled as she gave him a once-over with her eyes. "Stupid."

The dark form of nostalgia that lingered about this home and his dad were almost suffocating.

"I don't mind that you don't respect me," Killian said, taking another step toward his dad, "I've gotten over the fact that no matter what I do, I'm always just the family disappointment, the black sheep for no reason other than that I remind you of what you've lost, like a stain on a shirt that you wish was never there, that try as you may to cover it up with your tie, it always haunts you."

"I know that, Swan," Kilian said, taking his eyes off the road a moment to try to read her, reminding himself again of how gorgeous she was, "but why did you feel the need to get me out of it? I'm used to my dad." "You shouldn't have to be," Emma said, placing a hand on his shoulder, "You deserve to be treasured." He half laughed, but when he looked at Emma, she seemed genuine. "I'm nothing special." "You're the most special man I've ever met," Emma said, "and even the least special people I've ever met deserve to be loved. You aren't an exception to that." "Really?" he asked. "Of course," Emma said, "everyone deserves to be treated well." "No, no," Killian said, "what was that before that?" He looked at her, and they both smiled at each other. "You deserve to be treasured?" Emma asked, her voice revealing that she knew that wasn't what he was getting at. "After that," he said, "after I said I'm nothing special?" "That you're the most special man I've ever met?" Emma asked. Killian smiled, "those are some pretty big words- especially from the most special woman I've ever met." "I'm no one special either," Emma said, the confidence in her voice having clearly been shaken out of her. "No, no, no," Killian said, not about to let Emma deprecate herself like that, "if I'm not allowed to say I'm not special, neither are you."t

"Are you busy tonight?" Emma asked. If he had been busy, he'd've dropped any plans he had for whatever Emma was proposing. "I don't know," he said, sarcastically, "I've just heard I have a commitment at the museum tonight…." Emma rolled her playful eyes, "well, that's too bad. I was going to see if you wanted to do something tonight."

#kazzy writes #captain swan #once upon a time #killian jones #emma swan #ouat #cs ff #cs fanfiction #cs au #once upon a time season 6 #lily ouat #open to interpretation

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giac222 · 29 days

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It wouldn’t surprise me for folks to object to the idea that Ashley loves Andrew because, Why would she treat him so badly if that were true? And wouldn’t she want to treat him as best she can since her treatment ought to give Andrew a reason to ditch her?

Well, her concept of boundaries seems aberrant, and going by her cratered self esteem, it seems to feed into the primary feeling she experiences about herself- that she’s unlovable and bad, and bad people get on others’ nerves, so why not do that? That self-loathing sucks, but it’s so familiar to and ensconcing of her that it’s her default mode of being. It also occurred to me while reading your long post that maybe the way she treats him is her attempt to punish him for giving her the impression that he’d ever abandon her.

And while formulating my phrasing for this comment, I also thought that it could have something to do with her hating people’s conviction of being better than she is and suspecting that such conceits are just lies told to the self to avoid thinking of how truly vile one could/would be. Andrew’s scapegoating her as an example of that conceit, perhaps?

You also reminded me of an AO3 Coffin fanfiction someone linked on Tumblr that focused on moments in the Graves’ lives where Andrew was being a creep who actively enabled Ashley’s dependence.

Thank you for your ask! ❤️

I agree with you! If people look at the way Ashley loves Andrew through a surface level lens then yes, it absolutely would make sense to object to the idea. Ashley is a complex person, it’s not like she necessarily wants to treat him poorly, but her crippling insecurities, the fact that she sees herself as unlovable (which means she feels Andrew can’t actually love her on his own 😥) and “bad”, mixed with her unchecked mental health issues cause her to act the way she does at times. I mean she’s open about the type of person she is, she doesn’t care about “keeping up appearances”. She attempts to manipulate Andrew because that’s the only way she feels he’ll stay with her. Her manipulation isn’t very good though 😂.

However, there are other details in the game that show just how much she loves him. I mean she literally referred to him as her pride and joy, and “the best thing in the world”.

There’s also this:

The way she’s looking at him says it all 🤭🩷.

Ashley isn’t irredeemable, she can improve and grow! But like you said, Ashley has struggled with incredibly low self-esteem since she was a child. So she’s dealt with this from childhood all the way up into adulthood, it’s embedded in her at this point. As I mentioned in my post, she has wounds that run very deep, she’s never had the chance to heal from them either. It’s just kind of the “norm” for her at this point 😔.

Still, she’s only 20, not all hope is lost. Andrew wants better for her and their relationship, he knows how she is, he knows what she’s been through, and has seen her at her worst. That’s why before they escape their apartment building he mentions Leyley staying there and dying with Andy, “so me and you can leave”. She doesn’t really understand that though, because to her “Leyley” and “Ashley” are the same person. That’s why her feelings get hurt when Andrew says that he hates Leyley. It’s different with Andrew because to him “Andy” and “Andrew” are completely different people. That’s why he gets so angry when she continues to call him Andy.

About her trying to punish him for giving her the impression that he’d abandon her, that’s an interesting thought! I don’t think she’d do that on purpose though 🤔. She’s more concerned about keeping him by her side than anything else.

Oh I’m sure, I’d hate that too. Especially if people are openly being an asshole about thinking they’re better than you. I’m sure Ashley has dealt with something like that at some point. That’s a really good thought, and yeah Andrew’s scapegoating is a good example of that. I mean during their fight in apartment 302 he says “you make me do it for you!”, then she responds with “I don’t make you do shit Andrew”, and she’s right. 🤷🏻‍♀️

That’s the thing, Ashley and Andrew both have their issues, but they do truly care for each other.

Ooo I don’t really read fan-fiction anymore, but I may have to see if I can find that one and read it! :). It sounds interesting!

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jasontoddssuper · 1 year

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Bad boys canonically not being her type aside(as shown by how she hates Bakugou),i don't get the humor behind the jokes/content of Dabi being into Momo because he's Shouto's older brother and knows Shouto's in love with her and he wants to 'mess with him'.

Like what's the punchline?What's so funny about a man in his 20s hitting on a teenage girl because his brother who's the same age as her has feelings for her?Maybe it's because i'm autistic and sometimes don't understand some jokes because of it but this dosen't make me wanna laugh,it creeps me out and makes me feel bad for all three of them for how mischaracterized they're being-Shouto,Momo and Dabi are all wonderful characters,even if Horikoshi himself sucks and sadly dosen't always do them justice,and i can't fucking stand that almost all the fanart,fics and posts/tweets i've found of the latter two reduce an incredibly strong and smart girl who's very neurodivergent-coded down to a 'good girl love interest' and turn a mentally ill abuse survivor into a ped0phile for the lolz and clown on a 16 year old boy for being upset about his crush who is also one of his best friend's being abused like he was.

And yeah,i am saying y'all are making Dabi into an abuser by doing this,because Momo hasn't even graduated high school yet and Dabi is 8 years older than her.She's a girl,he's a man,not a boy like Shouto.He'd be taking advantage of her and unlike what y'all insist,it wouldn't be in-character for him to.The whole reason he became a villain was because he was abused by his dad as a kid and his plan is to take him down and kill him for doing that to him and his mom and siblings.All of that indicates that he'd probably kill someone for doing what i described instead of being that type of 'person' himself.

With all this in mind,it makes a lot more sense for him(either post a redemption arc or in a villain Momo au)to see and treat Momo how he does Toga:As a younger sister.That's a way better dynamic for everyone involved and you can still have him teasing Shouto and Momo for loving eachother in this context.Y'know,instead of twisting a perfectly good potential found siblinghood into your creepy lil 'Edgy And Hot GuyTM x younger and pure uwu girly girl who just can't resist his asshole charms' fantasy

#i haven't seen any stuff like this recently but i keep thinking about the stuff i saw when i was younger because i went to block the ops #every single person i saw posting it was equally creepy about it AND grown.they all deserve to get their asses beat so hard i'm not kidding #let shouto and momo help dabi with his rehabiliation and him become the good older brother he WANTED to be and them be chaotic besties!!!!#NOBODY makes content for that even though it fits perfectly-way more than dabihox with rumi as their third wheel and fucking todob*kumomo #shouto dabi and momo sweeties i'm so sorry #aizawa dont look #momo yaoyorozu #antibakumomo #dabi #todoroki shouto #todomomo #t4t todomomo #todomomo protection squad #group:freezerburn wonder woman and jason todd #bnha anime spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #bnha geekery #toga himiko #pro momo yaoyorozu #dabi deserves better #pro todoroki shouto #blasian momo agenda #half bangaldeshi rei agenda #trans momo yaoyorozu #trans dabi #trans todoroki #trans toga #not enough tags left but the other three are also mentally ill from trauma + shouto dabi and momo are aspec and they're all neurodivergent #letters from summer

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viv-is-dumb · 10 months

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so idk who to talk to about this or if i’m even in the right but i’m gonna talk about it anyways because i hate it. This is a long vent post in which i complain about my gfs family and a specific situation.

I live with my girlfriends family. I fear that i’m not grateful enough of the way they took me in…but her mom is a bitch. Her dad is a creep (arrested twice for having cp. He was bailed out this last time and the first time there was no evidence to prove the person in the footage he had was a child) and her brother is fun unless he’s around EITHER of them. He acts like a cringey millennial who mistreats his animals because it’s funny on the internet. I don’t like any of them and i think i should be more grateful but i just can’t. Her mom is AWFUL to be around, she has the aura that basically tells you she doesn’t want you there and I know for a fact that she doesn’t like me. She also acts different when her fucking husband is home. They also have the view that “oh if you work you don’t have to do the dishes” so nobody does the dishes because EVERYONE WORKS. They have no ingredients in the house because they all are out all the time so if before i got a job I had to eat the scraps they left here. Frankly they are abusive but it’s not as bad as my family so i think i should be thankful they put a roof over my head and food in my stomach but that’s really hard when that’s the BARE MINIMUM! They also took me on vacation (they didn’t have to) so i feel like i’m being stupid and ungrateful. Regardless, The reason i’m making this post is because the mom came in and was like “we gotta stop turning the ac fan on all the time and leave it on auto” which like…yeah. I get that. Whatever. She was a bitch about it. The reason it was any kind of argument because I COPIED HER TONE!!! I literally just copied what she was giving me. It gets so hot in my gfs room that if they were in it they’d refuse to stay in it. This should not have pissed me off so bad but it did because of her tone. She doesn’t treat me like i’m human most of the time. It pisses me off so bad and i can’t wait to move away and for both me and my gf to cut her and her stupid fucking husband off. She IMMEDIATELY called her husband and complained so he called me and was like “yeah she was mad anyways here’s what you can do to fix it” but the issue there is that I KNOW WHAT TO DO TO FIX IT!!! HE TREATS ME LIKE IM DUMB!!!! I’m not just sitting in this room with all fans off. Im not fucking stupid contrary to popular belief. Anyways i’ll suck it up and be fine tomorrow.

#vent #vent tag #self centered

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bubsub69 · 10 months

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Entry 20

18/07/2023 14:46 Guess its time for a little update

I went to the river on Sunday with my cousin and i kind of just forgave her for not replying because she said she was busy with work and i guess theres no point in staying mad, but ill still hold my ground on always doing what she wants so ill probably ignore her requests to go out and stuff.

Also on the river my parents were talking with my cousin and her boyfriend and.. i dunno just them talking about stuff that i dont care about so i didnt participate in the conversation made me realize maybe i really am just a weird ass bitch, cant even participate in normal conversation with people im confortable with, what happens if a (girl)friend starts talking to other people in front of me and i just stay dead quiet like a weird creep, i really dont deserve to be with anyone huh. I'd just be a bother to them, maybe i can go back to my mental state of last year where i dont care about being alone, fuck i miss that, not having sudden bursts of sadness because im alone. Its not as intense as before so maybe i wil get over this who knows.

Other than that i finally used tinder and it sucked, i got 1 like in like a week and i need to pay to see who liked me, so guess its back to femdompersonals, though i havent had luck there either, lot of ghostings stil. I really should just post an ad myself, less chance of ghosting/ignoring if someone is reaching out to me but i still have that stupid fucking side of me that thinks there's still hope with D and this will ruin it if she sees it, nevermind she talked to me from an alt account that she probably doesnt use and that she obviously doesnt keep up with my account i still have that itty bit of hope that in september when she said her house will be ready she'll just magically feel like texting me and well get together.

But yeah another entry with more of the same. Me alone. Me no luck with women.

#diary

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realcube · 3 years

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Hey I wanted to know if I could request how Hinata, Kenma, Atsumu and tsukki would react to you doing this trend 😳

Thanks and have a nice day :]

FILMING YOUR NAILS ON THEIR... yeah...

a/n ♡ i- it took me a solid minute to figure out what was going on..what even is that trend AGDFKBNDB on children’s app too smh

trigger warnings ♡ gn! reader, erm dick touching?, all characters aged up, swearing, degradation, oral (giving), reader has acrylic nails on, filming, handjob, choking, slight hair pulling, facial — minors dni!

ATSUMU MIYA got an adrenaline rush from it. every time you’d look up from your phone screen to meet his foggy gaze, he’d make it a point to pull the corners of his lips up into a cocky smirk, as if to prove he was unfazed. however, his twitching legs and impatient tugging on your hair told a different story. as much as he wanted to think the adrenaline was from the risqué nature of what you were doing, there was a large possibility that it could be from anger as he’s never felt more pissed off than when he was forced to helplessly watch as you innocently mouthed the lyrics to the song while gently rubbing his tip through his sweatpants with your nail. call him aggressive, but all he wanted to do in that moment was whip it out and shove it in your dirty mouth to teach you a lesson. after all, you couldn’t just tease him like this and then leave him hanging. payback was in order and that’s exactly what he got as he used your throat as his personal fleshlight, aggravation only subsiding once he was finished shooting his load down you. the video you were filming was lost somewhere in the process though, but don’t worry! being the kind boyfriend he is, atsumu recorded the whole blowjob for you; effortlessly getting all the right angles, the perfect lighting and capturing all your little moans and whimpers clearly, which all came together to highlight how cute your precious face looked while sucking him off like a slut and it was no coincidence that every pretty vein on atsumu’s dick was in the frame either.

KENMA KUZOME clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes at how much of a tease you were being. i mean, it was clear you were only doing this as an indirect way of asking to be railed; kenma understood the language you speak, or rather, don’t speak. his piercing eyes shifted off his computer screen to glare holes through the side of your head, which you desperately tried to ignore but that became impossible as he took your chin in between his index finger and thumb to force you to look up at him. “how many times have i told you? don’t be a brat. use your words to ask for what you want or you aren’t getting shit.” kenma only sighed through his nose as he watched your features fall to form an adorable pout. stubbornly, you continued making your little video, stroking and rubbing him even more simply out of spite. kenma thought he’d be able to continue to concentrate on what he was typing but it seemed as though every nerve in his body was focussed on the tempting sensations in his dick, so it was hardly surprising when a soft moan slipped passed his lips. but before you could laugh, he had grabbed you hand and pulled you up onto his lap, keeping a tight grip on your fingers, admiring them, “these are nice. who paid for them?” you sighed, rolling you eyes slightly before muttering, “you..” “mhm. and you’ve not paid me back yet.” you nodded, trying to get up so you could grab your purse but kenma’s hand immediately snapped to your waist to pull you back down. “don’t be stupid. i don’t need your money; you know what kind of payment i want.” you didn’t even get the chance to tease him for being a hypocrite and ask him to ‘use his words’ as he uttered in a low voice, “strip.”

KEI TSUKISHIMA was unsure as to how he got into this situation and why he allowed it. for a change, his concerns had nothing to do with trust — he fully believed that you wouldn’t post the video, since you promised that you’d keep it in your ‘my eyes only’ — he was more worried about the power you suddenly had over him. when you first suggested the idea, he agreed because he thought it was hot that you were so needy for him and he could tease you for it later, he really didn’t expect to get off from it. but here he was, sitting at his desk, unable to focus on the video playing on his phone as all his attention was on the gentle movements of your soft palm against his clothed, erect cock. his low cursing under his breath prompting you to drop your phone so you could use both hands to fiddle with the rim of his trousers, “want more, needy?” although he wasn’t too fond of the nickname, the serious yet lustrous look in your eyes told him everything he wanted. “sure, whatever.” he muttered, an involuntary gasp escaping his lips as you hastily tugged down his rims to wrap your nimble fingers around his girth, eagerly starting to jerk him off. gazing up at his red face and visibly frantic breathing, you couldn’t help but snicker, moving your fist even faster at the sight, “you’re so sensitive. when was the last time someone gave you any atten--” “shut up.” he groaned, detaching one of his hands from his face only so he could grip your neck.

SHŌYŌ HINATA was a blushing mess. how he had gotten into his situation was a blur but currently, he was being palmed through his shorts for your silly video, while he helplessly sat and acknowledged the footsteps creeping closer and closer to the msby changing room. practise had ended ten minutes ago and hinata said he’d lock up for the night so you both thought you were in the clear, but as he stifled his moans to hear the footsteps better, he pried open his heavy lids to lay his eyes on bokuto’s duffle bag which hung directly opposite him. you were aware of bokuto slowly approaching too but unlike shōyō, you didn’t care. well, there was a large part of hinata that must not care either as his hands mindlessly ran down his chest to pull down his shorts, his member springing free so he could direct your hand towards it, “go on.” he urged, biting down harshly on his bottom lip as he peered down at your innocent eyes shaded by your gorgeous lashes, “baby, c’mon. hurry.” there was the slightest bit of hope in hinata’s mind that, if you were quick, perhaps you could make him climax before bokuto arrived. there was many thing he failed to take into consideration with this plan as he thought with his dick rather than his mind, but being kind partner you are, you went along with his demand without a second thought. keenly, you bobbed your fist, only being encouraged by the groans falling from his lips and how his hands slipped into your hair, tugging on your roots. being as sensitive as he was after a long day of practise and with the rapid pace you were going at, his plan came to fruition as he managed to arrive at his high before bokuto walked in. just as you both were about to start celebrating, you heard the rattling of the changing room doorknob, and if it wasn’t for the fact that you locked the door prior, bokuto would’ve stepped into the room and been greeted by the sight of you on your knees with a facial and hinata’s face painted a bright red color, with his sweaty chest and back pressed flush against the wall.

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ilyjohnb · 3 years

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a/n: I decided to try my hand at a 3+1. I also started posting these on my AO3. FYI, JJ is not abused in this one and it does not follow any of the plot from the show. **gif credit to @ptersparkers**

requester: anon “hiii!! :) could you do “Can I stay here tonight?” with john b please? :)”

summary: to simply put it, your home life sucks. you had managed to hide it from the pogues, until one night when things got really bad and you needed to stay the night at john b’s.

warnings: abuse, child abuse, swearing, slut-shaming

word count: 1997

~~ONE~~

John B was the first one to realize that something wasn’t right with you and your home life. You were all 10, and it was lunchtime. You were all sitting down at the table. John B was on your left. Pope, Kie, and JJ were on the other side in that order.

“I hate school. This place sucks ass.” JJ laughed.

Kie smiled. “At least the food is good.”

“Just barely though!” Pope shouted, making the other four laugh.

“I like school.” You mumbled and slightly frowned. You subconsciously rubbed the bruise on your left forearm that your mom gave you the previous night because you forgot to take the trash out. School was the only place where you didn’t have to worry if your mother was going to be drunk or high out of her mind, and it was the only time where you didn’t have to cook for yourself either.

John B heard you though, and he noticed the bruise when your sleeve moved up from you rubbing your arm. He could see it clear as day, on your forearm there was a nasty purple bruise the size of your hand that wrapped around all the way.

You didn’t notice John B staring, but you did notice the bruise peeking out. You quickly slid your sleeve back down and focused on your mashed potatoes.

~~TWO~~

He never confronted you about that time, he didn’t even know how he would start. He eventually began picking up on your signs that you were nervous. He may not be as smart as Pope, but John B was far from dumb. He noticed how you would tense at even the mention of your mom or home. His next major clue was when you all were 15.

“Hello, Y/n.”

You nervously took a breath, trying to read the situation. “Hi, mom.”

“Guess what you didn’t do? You left here for two days and didn’t even clean the dishes before you left.”

As she stepped closer to you, you could smell the alcohol. “I’m so sorry, I’ll get started right away.”

“Punishment first, girl.”

“Mom, please. I’m sorry it was an accident and it won’t happen again.”

She just smiled evilly. “Nothing to do now or take it. You get it now, or it doubles.”

Your hand began to shake. “Yes, ma’am.”

She walked over and punched you right in the stomach. Your eyes squeezed shut, and you bit on your lip so you could hold in your whimper. She kicked you this time and shoved you to the floor. She punched you one last time in the eye before grabbing you by your hair, using her knee to hold down your right arm.

“Open your eyes. Now, do you remember what you said earlier?”

You nodded, before opening your mouth to speak, a hoarse whisper came out that you barely even recognized to be your voice. “It won’t happen again.”

After that, you washed the dishes, before going to bed. You waited until she left the next morning to sneak out. You had promised the Pogues a day on the boat. It would be John B’s first time to drive it without his dad, Big John, there too. You quickly looked at yourself in the mirror.

A big bruise was prominent on your stomach, another on your eye, and one more on your forearm. You put on the one two-piece bathing suit that you owned with a huge oversized shirt over that. You tied your bandana on your arm to hide that bruise. For your eye, you’d just have to come up with some lie.

You didn’t live that far from JB, so you took a nice walk. It was nice until you got to John B’s. You walked in the door, expecting to see all of your best friends, but the only person was Big John. He was sitting on the chair, so he saw you walk in.

“Y/n! How are you doing?” You loved John B’s dad. He reminded you a lot of Heyward, Pope’s dad. They both adored you, and you and your friends treated them as if they were all your dads.

“I’m doing pretty good.” You smiled, lying.

“Oh yeah?” You nodded. “Then what happened to your eye.”

“You know me, I got into a fight. Where's everyone at?”

“They’re in the boat, waiting for you. See you all when you get back. And for the love of God, don’t let my son kill you all.”

“Yes sir!” You laughed and went out the back door. You quickly stuck your head back in. “See you Pops!”

You started running down the dock, smiling at your friends. “Is that a wild Y/n/n I see?”

“Yes, it is, JJ. I’m a wild spirit who refuses to be tamed.”

He smiled back at you, holding out his hand to help you in the boat. You saw his eyes flick up to your bruised one. He didn’t ask any questions. You went and sat down as John B steered you all into swimmable waters. He put out the anchor, and then everyone didn’t hesitate to throw their shirts off and jump in. All except you and John B.

“Not getting in, Y/n/n?”

“Not feeling it today. You’re not getting in?”

“I went surfing this morning, so I’m a little sore. What happened to your eye?”

“Fight with a kook.”

You looked down at your bandana and noticed that it was becoming loose. You waited until you were certain he looked away before taking it off and refolding it. You were in your own world, trying to match the folds up exactly. He looked over and saw the bruise. He was almost certain that he knew what was happening to you. He thought it was what happened to you at home, but a fight with a kook was extremely possible too. He looked away quickly and didn’t mention it.

~~THREE~~

By this time, he knew. He may not have gotten confirmation with you, but John Booker Routledge knew that his best friend was getting abused by her mom. He knew he’d have to confront you eventually. He wanted to help you get out of that situation.

This time happened six weeks later. He dropped you off at your door with the promise that he’d walk with you in the morning, to take you for breakfast.

“See you in the morning John B.” You don’t know what came over you, but you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. You turned and walked in your front door before he could see the small blush that was creeping up your cheeks.

“So now you’re a slut? Makes sense I only see you hanging out with those three boys. Didn’t I raise you better, Y/n?”

“I’m sorry?” You asked, genuinely confused. Wrong move on your part.

“I think you heard me loud and clear. I saw you kissing that boy, you slut.”

“Mom, no. I swear it was just a friendship thing.” You lied, you did have a crush on John B but your mom didn’t need to know that.

She had enough, shoving you back into the wall. You don’t know what came over you, but you did it. You finally did it. For once in your life, you fought back. You kicked out your leg, knocking her down. She reached over and hit you in the eye, grabbing at your neck. She began to try to choke you, but you brought your leg up to kick her square in the chest. She let you go, the wind knocked out of her.

You took the opportunity and ran. You put your hood up and kept your head down. You didn’t even have to look up, it was like muscle memory at this point. You walked around the house to his window, before knocking.

“Y/n?”

“Hi John B.” You weakly smiled, urgency evident in your voice. “Can I stay here tonight?”

“Yeah of course Y/n/n, come on in.”

He helped you in his window before quietly tiptoeing out of his room. You awkwardly sat down on his bed, and he soon came back with a bag of ice.

“For your eye.” you almost forgot. “I know what happened.”

“Yeah, kooks are vicious at night and-”

“Y/n,” He cut you off. “Stop lying. I dropped you off at your house at 11:30, and you don’t typically go out after that. At least not by yourself. I know you. Just let me help you, me and dad can help get you away from your mom.” He pleaded.

“I came here to stay the night, not be met with false accusations.”

“Are they really false though?” He asked.

You sat there, opening your mouth in search of an answer. He had that look on his face, the same one he made when he won. You didn’t want him to win, at least no right now. You stood up and walked towards the window. Tears were gathering in your eyes. You quickly choked out and answer.

“I’m going to stay at JJ’s. Good night John B. Thank you for the bag of ice.”

He didn’t know why he let you go, but he felt horrible. He was so close to getting the truth out of you, but he was worried if he kept pressing he’d scare you away. He decided he’d wait extra time before asking you again.

~~ + ONE~~

You had finally decided that you had enough. You didn’t want to deal with your mom anymore. 12 years. That’s how long your mother used you as a punching bag. It started after your dad left when you were 4, and you were 16 now. You had waited until your mom drank until she blacked out before you tossed as much stuff that you could into your duffle bag, packing more in your backpack. You tied the laces of your one pair of sneakers together and threw them over your head. You slipped on your flip-flops and left, with your head held high and not looking back.

You texted John B, asking if you could come over. It was 2 am but you were ready to go. As if he could read your mind, John B said you could. You ran faster than you’d ever had. When you got there John B sat with his window open, waiting for you. He took your bag and helped you in the window. You slipped the shoes off your neck and sat down on his window sill.

“You were right.” You told him.

He was holding your face in his, searching for injuries. “About what, bubba?”

“My mom and my home life. How long have you known?”

“I first noticed when we were 10. We were at lunch, you said that you liked school after we were all complaining about it, you had rubbed your arm and your sleeve rolled up and I saw a bruise. Why did you never say anything before? I could’ve helped you get out of there so much sooner.”

You sighed. “I knew it was bad, but I was embarrassed. Do you remember that one day on the boat like a year ago? When I wouldn’t go swimming? It was because my mom beat the absolute shit out of me the night before. And then there was that day I asked to stay the night, I was all sweaty from running and my eye was bruised. It was from my mom, but that was the first day I fought back. I left tonight because of you. Thank you John B.”

You were both staring into each other’s eyes, and he slowly leaned in. You leaned in too, to speed it up. And you kissed. You eventually told the other pogues, your mom got arrested, and you and JB started dating. You finally got out of the home all thanks to John B.

#john b routledge #outer banks #john b imagine #john b x reader #john b x fem!reader #john b one shot #outer banks imagine #obx imagine #my writing

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fushironi · 2 years

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hello!! would you mind doing pro hero todoroki x a civilian gn reader?

they used to be really close friends and hang out whenever they had the time to, but as they grew up they started to drift apart. y/n has had the biggest crush on him ever since they were little, but never had a chance to tell him. and now they think its way too late since he’s literally famous now. but little do they know that todoroki liked them too, and still does. you could make it kinda angst to fluff, or make it result in smut if you wanted to, whatever you’re most comfortable with lol, thanks for your time, and if this doesn’t fit your writing criteria feel free to ignore it 😊 have a nice day!!

Ahhh! Thank you so much for this! I was not expecting anyone to respond to that post since no one did with my last one!🤍

I hope you like this! I know it’s not the best but, I hope I met your standards! Sorry if it sucked!

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We Could Have Been Something

Pro Hero! Shoto x GN!civilian!reader

Tw: slight angst

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“Yo! Earth to y/n! Are you okay?” Your best friends snaps in your face, breaking you from a trance. You didn’t realize it, but you had zoned out after watching the news. Why? Because your old best friend and crush, Shoto Todoroki, was on it. He had just saved some civilians from some villain that was trying to keep them hostage inside of their office building. “Huh? Yea, I’m here.” You spoke, your eyes falling down on your drink. You couldn’t help but feel your heart jump a little when you did see him on the news, knowing how much he used to pull at your heart. “Are you okay? You seem lost about something,” your friend responds as you move your eyes to meet theirs. “I was just thinking about someone from my past. No big deal.” You brush off your feelings as you finish your drink, leaving a tip on the table. You no longer wanted to be there with your friend, just wanting to go to the park and enjoy the outdoors.

As you made your way to the park, you bump into something hard, due to you not paying attention. “I am sorry!” Your voice trails off as you realize who was in front of you: none other than Shoto Todoroki himself. “It’s not problem. Are you okay?” He doesn’t remember me… “Um, y-yeah. Thanks for asking.” You try to hide the sadness behind your words as you felt a rush of feelings hit you, your chest stinging slightly. “Good. Well, um, I hope you have a good day.” He says in his same monotone voice that you had grown to love. You thank him as you nod, walking away but not without brushing against his fire side. The sudden temperature caused a shiver to rub down your spine as you walked away, a sad smile creeping on your face. “For the love of all things good, why can’t I let him go?”

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You hadn’t realized how long you were at the park until you looked down and saw it was 7:30pm. Shit! I’m going to be late! To your dismay, you worked overnights at a 24hr diner, having the pleasure of serving either drunken assholes, sleezy assholes, or just straight up assholes for 12 hours straight. You quickly rush home to get ready, thanking yourself for not moving halfway across town with friends. Once in your diner uniform (the old timey one with the stripped skirt/pants and a hat), you grabbed an apple and rushed to work.

“Hey! Sorry I’m late! I lost track of time!” You yell to your coworker as you enter the back. “Thank goodness! You can handle these idiots! I’m so tired of hearing about the way someone feels around Jonny’s dick or how well this girl gives head. Or how this guy is so fucking dreamy! I’m sick of it! Have. Fun.” And with that rant, your coworker leaves. “Y/N! You’ve got a table!” The front of the house worker calls back as you finish clocking in. You sigh, hoping that all the people your coworker talked about had left, or really in the mood to deal with it right now. You let out a breath as you adjust your hat, putting on a smile as you make your way out to the dining room.

“Good evening! Welcome to Jackie’s! My name’s Y/N and I’ll be your server tonight. What can I get you started with?” Your voice was full of fake happiness as you walked up to the table, and to your dismay, it was Shoto, Momo, Kiri, and Mina. You knew that you never stood a chance against her I’m your eyes. She was super smart and super pretty; you two actually grew up together and when you went to UA as a business student, you saw her constantly on his arm. “Can we please get a round of chocolate milkshakes for the table?” Mina smiles as she squeezes Kiri’s arm. “Yeah. Coming right up,” you fake a smile as you walk to the kiosk, typing it in. You felt your heart break as you would catch little glances of Shoto interacting with Momo. The way his hand squeezed her shoulder when she leaned on him, the way he would gently place a kiss on her temple when he would look around. It all hurt so much, but could you blame him? He was in the hero course while you were in the business course; your world would never have aligned.

“Here ya go. Do you guys want to order, or just milkshakes?” You ask as you swallow your tears, your eyes landing on Shoto a little longer than what was deemed normal. “I think for now we’re good! But we’ll definitely let you know when we’re ready for food,” Shoto says as he catches your gaze. You feel your knees buckle as his two toned hit met yours, your heart fluttering. “Okay, sure. Enjoy,” you say softly as you make your ways around the diner, cleaning up after everyone.

“Bro. They were totally checking you out!” Kiri’s voice was loud and it made Shoto’s head hurt, considering the villain had knocked him into a wall. “Didn’t notice,” Shoto shrugged as he took a sip of his drink. In reality, he did. He knew who you were when you bumped into him earlier. The one who caught his attention in school. The one who made him step out of his comfort zone everyday at lunch. The one he had a crush on. He never acted on it because he didn’t think you would feel the same way; scared you would reject him, so he just didn’t. “Babe? You okay?” Momma asks from beside the peppermint boy. “Yeah. Just thinking,” Shoto responded as he gave her a half lip smile. In all truth, Momo and Shoto were just together for show; for their agencies. Shoto’s was the biggest in the area and Momo’s hadn’t really kicked off like his did so what better way to publicize than to be shown with the biggest hero in your city?

“Aren’t they from UA? From the business department?” Mina asks after eating the cherry off her milkshake. “I think so! They helped me lay out the plans for my agency! They’re super rad!” Kiri smiles brightly, causing the table to laugh a little. You couldn’t help but overhear the conversation, a small smile on your lips as you wiped down the bar top. You were lost in thought with cleaning silverware when a familiar scent hits your nose. “I don’t know about them, but I’m ready to order,” Shoto says with a smile as he leans against the counter. “Of course!” You beam as you make your way to the entire table. “You guys ready for some food?” You ask as you pull out your server pad, looking at them. “Yeah! Can we get the breakfast for two? Please.” Mina says happily as she finishes off her shake. “And for you guys?” You ask, your face dropping into a frown slightly as you watch Momo pull away from Shoto’s neck. “Can we also have the breakfast for two?” She responds, making sure she gave you a death glare. “Yeah. I’ll have that right out.” You say as you take the menus away, clicking your pen.

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“Have a good night! Thanks for coming!” You wave off the last few customers, the group of pros having long gone. It was 2am, the dead point of your shift, and you couldn’t help but feel the tears running down your cheeks as you finally let the emotions run over you. You wanted nothing more than to be the one on his arm, holding him each night, kissing his gentle skin every morning. But you weren’t and Momo was and you hated it. You cover your mouth as you do your best to not let those around you hear you sob, your heart breaking even more as you continue to think back to high school. To all the time you two would spend together during lunch and after school. Why could you’ve just said it? Told him you liked him? Even if he didn’t feel the same. You take a deep breath and rebuild your composure as you hear the door chime, a heavy sigh falling from your lips. “Hello. Welcome to- Shoto?” You breathe as you look at the man on the other side of the counter.

“Hey,” he says rubbing the back of his head, his eyes on the floor. You take another breath before you set some silverware in front of him. “Whatcha having?” You ask as you get into work mode, trying not to let your sadness get in the way. “You’ve been crying,” he says bluntly. “We don’t have that on the menu.” Stop being an ass and talk to him! “Y/N. Please.” “Please what?” You snap, your arms folding over your chest. “Please let me get to know you again. I miss what we had.” You hold your hand up, stopping his sentence. “We had nothing, Shoto. We were just good friends. Nothing more. Did I want to be more than that, yeah. I still do. But you have a girlfriend now and there’s nothing I can do, now is there? So please, if you’re not going to order and you’re just going to be here and act like you ever actually felt something for me, than please leave. I’ve been through enough pain over the years, watching you grow at UA and then as a Pro on the TV.” You retort as you cross your arms around over your chest, trying to hide your heart. “Y/N, I-I.” Shoto stumbles over his words, not realizing his success had hurt you so badly. “Leave.” You said in a low voice as you lean over the counter, your eyes starting to swell with tears. “No. I’m not. Not before doing this,” and before you had time to react, his lips were on yours, taking you aback.

It takes you a bit to respond, but you do, diving into the kiss with full force. You pull back after a second, remembering his current situation. “You have a girlfriend, Shoto. You can’t just do that,” you say feeling embarrassed for letting your guard down like that. “She’s not my girlfriend.” He says as he leans back in the car. “Come again?” You question, making sure you heard him right. “It’s complicated. Too complicated for someone like you to understand.” He mutters as he jumps down from the bar. “Ouch,” you whisper to yourself, feeling the tears sting once more. “It doesn’t matter anyway. Have a good night.” and with that, Shoto walks out the diner, the cold air rushing in behind him. “It could’ve been us,” you whisper as you look at your shoes, tears hitting the floor. You silently pray to yourself that you can see him again, but then why would you? His life is too complicated for someone like you.

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Let me know if you would like a part two!❤️

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procrastinatingsapphictrash · 3 years

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Already dating

Word count: 1618

Genre: Probably fluff, idk really

Pairing: Natasha x gn!reader

Warnings: None (let me know if I need to add any)

Request: could you maybe write something with Natasha x male reader (if your comfortable, otherwise you can write it with female or gender neutral) where Natasha blushes when the reader compliments her in front of the team and the team immediately goes crazy and does everything in their power to get them together, only to find out they've been dating all along?

Summary: Steve and Tony (mostly Tony) lock you in an elevator to admit your feelings, not knowing you’re already together.

A/n: Thanks @mochamoff for the request, sorry it took so long to do it! I’m writing this authors note over a week before I’m posting the fic which is unusual because usually I post within twenty four hours of finishing. Anyways it feels nice to be on a break and this fic being posted means I’m officially back which I’m excited for. To be honest this fic isn’t the whole team, just Tony and Steve, but I’m pretty happy with the way it turned out so I hope you all enjoy reading!

“Next time you have to listen to me in the field Stark.” Steve says as soon as everyone is settled into their place on the jet.

“Actually I don’t, you have absolutely no power over me and as much as you want to be the leader of this team you are not so stop acting like it.” Tony snaps back.

“Someone has to step up and lead.” Steve tells him. “It’s not like you could do any better, you would probably mess things up.”

“Maybe I would, but I would do a hell of a lot better than you are doing.” Tony says. “You like to pretend you’re all high and good and above us but who made you leader? Nobody. You crave control so you took it.”

“I did what needed to be done.”

You watch them snap back and forth at one another a few more times, rolling your eyes at Natasha. She gives you a small smile to show that she’s amused and turns her attention back to your two teammates whose argument has only gotten more and more heated.

“Y/n what do you think?” Tony asks, catching you off guard.

“About what?”

“About who would be a better leader for the team.” he explains. You think for a moment and they both stand as tall as possible (in Tony’s case it isn’t tall at all) and puff out their chests. You scoff, the male ego is so big, even in men who are good and try to do the right thing.

“Neither.” you decide.

“Neither- but the team needs a leader, you have to pick someone.” Tony splutters.

“Just because I don’t think the best leader is either of you doesn’t mean I don’t think the team needs a leader.” you tell him. How one of the smartest people in the world can’t figure that out for himself is beyond you.

“So who would you choose then?” Steve asks, confused.

“Natasha obviously.” you say, smiling at her. The corners of her mouth tug up slightly and even that small movement makes you feel proud.

“No offense, but Natasha???” Tony asks, seemingly outraged. “Why?”

“Well first of all she doesn’t have a fragile male ego like you dumbasses.” you tell them. “But it’s more than just that. She’s smart, both book smart and street smart. She can hack into computers and memorize information easily and knows how to blend in, or to get people to like her. She is more rational than the both of you combined but is also good at making decisions on the fly. She is an excellent fighter and can keep track of strategies and she has connections in and out of the government, with backup plans for almost every situation. Not to mention she has an amazing heart and don’t argue like some other people on our team tend to do. And of course she’s absolutely gorgeous but that doesn’t have anything to do with it.”

You wink at her at the end of your mini speech and are surprised to find her cheeks noticeably pink. She can’t help the smile that creeps onto her face when she thinks over your words.

“Abort mission, Romanoff is blushing and smiling, I think I might be about to die.” Tony states obnoxiously.

“Shut up, you’re just annoyed that she likes me better than you.” Natasha tells him, taking a breath to (mostly) collect herself.

“You’re scary when you’re happy. I haven’t seen you like that before.” he says. “Are you in love with Y/n or something?”

“Shut up.”

Tony smirks. “Make me.”

Natasha takes one threatening step towards him and that’s all it takes for him to back away, stuttering out apologies and mumbling under his breath about how Natasha is too scary to be a team leader. Natasha’s scare tactics do seem to work though because he doesn’t speak to anybody but himself for the rest of the ride home.

As soon as the jet touches down you and Natasha exit, heading straight to the room where you are supposed to be debriefed. Steve tries to follow but Tony grabs his arm to let him know to hold back a second.

“I know I joke but I honestly think they’re in love with each other.” Tony tells him. “I didn’t see it before today but there’s no way Y/n’s speech was platonic, who memorizes lists of reasons why they like their friends, not to mention their flirty wink at the end. And then Natasha, she’s scary but she was acting weird and happy around Y/n.”

“I hate to say this but I agree with you and they would make a cute couple.” Steve says. “But we should probably catch up now.”

Tony takes Steve’s words as an opportunity to stop being serious and become obnoxious again. “Onward dear captain, lead the way fearsome leader, how ever could I-”

“Tony I’m trying to be polite but you are making it very hard.”

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“Tony no.”

“Tony yes.”

“That is a horrible idea.”

Tony opens his mouth in outrage. “I think it’s a pretty good idea actually.”

“I won’t work.” Steve counters.

“Well I think it well and need I’m the only genius here.” he says smugly.

“You can’t force love!” Steve tells Tony, running his hand through his hair in frustration.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Tony says, “I’m not forcing love, they are already in love. All I’m doing is giving them a little push.”

“By locking them in an elevator?” Steve asks in a deadpan voice.

“Exactly.”

“You can’t just go around locking people-” Steve starts to say but he gets cut off by Tony.

“Shhhhhhh, hi Y/n, hi Natasha.”

“Hi guys, what are you up to?” you ask, obvious to what was going on seconds before you entered the room. Natasha eyes them suspiciously because they are acting weird, holding their bodies stiffly, which means they are hiding something.

“We were just about to head down to the training room, want to come?” Tony lies smoothly while Steve shakes his head in the background.

“That sounds good,” you reply, “you want Tasha?”

“Okay.” she agrees, still eyeing both of them, Tony in particular suspiciously.

“Great!” Tony says and starts to walk towards the elevator and the rest of you follow him, Steve trying to convince himself that going along with Tony’s plan is doing no harm.

“Ladies first.” he says, stepping off to the side and giving a big flourish with his arm. It’s weird but then again Tony is always weird so you don’t think too much of it, stepping into the elevator. As soon as Natasha follows you in he orders Jarvis to close and lock the doors and to prevent the elevator from moving and then pulling up a screen so he can watch you.

“You better run when I get out of here!” Natasha yells. “You too Steve!”

“You’re going to thank me later.” Tony says. “Steve, why don’t you explain why we locked them in.”

“Um,” Steve hesitates, not knowing where to start, “well we think that you two need to talk about, um, feelings.”

“Feelings?” you ask, confused, while realization dawns over Natasha’s face.

“Um, yeah feelings.” Steve responds, feeling very awkward and hoping this works so he didn’t do all that for nothing.

“They don’t know we’re dating and they’re trying to get us together.” Natasha leans over and whispers in your ear before straightening back up and talking to Tony again. “I didn’t take you for such a romantic Stark.”

“What? I’m not- romantic me? Pepper says I’m the least romantic guy she’s ever been with.” he splutters, trying to regain his masculinity.

“And that is not a compliment.” you tell him. “But for some reason even though ‘you aren’t romantic’ you wanted to get us together.”

“Maybe I did,” he says. “but you have to admit that my plan is amazing and it's totally working.”

Natasha snorts “What part of this conversation screams working to you?”

“Well you haven’t killed Y/n yet and neither of you have denied your feelings so it’s obviously working. I expect a thank you speech dedicated to me at your wedding.” He says arrogantly.

“There will be no speech.” Natasha tells him.

“But there will be a wedding?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and Steve has to look away because it looks ridiculous.

“Hopefully.” you say, teasing Tony with your vagueness but also making Natasha smile as she thinks about what that might be like.

“Told you my plan would work.” Tony brags to Steve before telling Jarvis to release you from the elevator.

“Your plan sucked.” Natasha tells him. “We were already dating dumbasses.”

She grabs your hand and pulls you out of the room as Steve and Tony stare after you, shocked.

“Did you know about this?” Tony asks, looking at Steve with suspicion.

“Not at all.” Steve answers, his mouth still half open. In hindsight it should have been obvious. Of course Natasha wouldn’t want to be open about her dating life right away, she likes her secrets way too much.

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“You owe me fifty bucks Y/n.” Natasha tells you once you’re out of earshot.

“Seriously?” you whine.

“You said they already knew but they didn't, so pay up.” She holds her hand outwards expectantly and you both laugh.

“Later.” you tell her. “There are more important things to do now.”

“Hmm, like what?” she teases gently, taking a step closer to you. Your breath catches because you still can’t believe you are dating someone this beautiful. You match her halfway and pull her into a deep kiss, only pulling back when you need to breath.

“This.”

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bibbykins · 3 years

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Rocking Chairs and Rocking Cars

A/N: No full blown smut here, but ofc horny thoughts remain! I should be posting the aftermath texts and what not soon, but I hope you enjoy this in the mean time! It’s a bit rushed, but I hope that doesn’t ruin the experience for you! As always, tips are appreciated since I am saving up to buy a house with my gf, but ofc tips are not required! Hope you all have a great day/night!

Note: This is a drabble for The Household’s Bunny Series

Pairing: Soft Yandere! Jungkook x Chubby! Reader x Soft Yandere! Hoseok

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: 18+, crying, lonliness, body image issues, unhealthy workout habits, abandonment, allusions to body dysmorphia, mommy issues, grinding, lustful thoughts, mentions of cumming, mentions of erections, pussy cupping (?), not rlly yandere although this is kinda a soft yandere series, obsessive behaviors, low self esteem, horrible communication, mentions of anxiety, mentions of car shaking

The house was quiet, and somehow knowing that no one else was home made your floor feel that much more empty. Granted, none of the guys came up all that often. Ever the gentlemen, they actively tried not to intrude on your space. Although, you really wish they did on days like these. It was 10am on a Saturday morning, although the lack of natural light could fool anyone otherwise. The clouds were heavy in the sky, cradling the sunlight in a thick blanket of grey, squeezing themselves for all the water they have. The rain tapped on your window, almost mocking you, reminding you that water was the only company you had.

You debated texting to ask if anyone wanted to come home and have a movie night, or build a fort, or just simply sit next to you, but decided you would just be bothering them. You had that very intimate moment with Jin and Yoongi, and they had remained sweet with you, but you weren’t able to be intimate with them again yet. They had been busy and you had been deprived of the very addicting affection. You’re sure they would come to you if asked, but you didn’t want to be clingy. The last thing you wanted to do was annoy them by following them around like a puppy just because they made you cum. They hadn’t explicitly stated they liked you as anything more than a friend, and you never wanted to go through the embarrassment of assuming such a thing again.

With college almost done, you had nothing to distract you from the looming loneliness you feel sometimes, and it was exhausting. You grew up by yourself, and you swore that would change when you were older. You were determined to be surrounded by people who loved you as much as you loved them, and yet, here you were. You were laying on a couch, watching the rain fall, all by yourself in a 10 floor renovated motel, reaping the consequences of high hopes and naivety your child self didn’t understand. You were never good at making friends, not that your plump figure helped you with your social drawbacks either. Although you made peace with your lack of charisma in person and have made strides to loving your body, the loneliness never subsided for long.

There were few things you loved more than talking to people and having them listen to you and vice versa, and yet it rarely happened. Maybe you had been spoiled by your seven housemates, so it was making this bout of loneliness that much worse. Since moving in, there was almost always someone home making noise or even talking to you. However, they all told you summer was their busy season, and boy, they weren’t kidding. You had caught mere glimpses of the boys this week, only communicating via text and post it notes.

You pressed your eyes closed for a moment as you listened to the rain. You thought of your mom. Her cheeks were chubby like yours and you remember her crying when she figured your metabolism was the same as hers, and you couldn’t understand why she hated herself so much that she wanted you to be nothing like her. Your mother had always been beautiful in your opinion, and it was a shame she never saw herself, or you, in that way. You thought about forcing yourself to go to the gym with her for hours on end, just to be able to be next to her. You had always been desperate for her company, desperate to be liked by her. Part of you regrets putting your body through that, but then a part of you is happy you were able to spend time with her until she left.

Ah, yes, the day she left. That’s exactly what you should be thinking about right now, on a rainy day, all by yourself. You cringed when you felt a tear get a little too close to your ear, wiping it away. You were shocked when you felt even more in its wake. You always felt really silly when you cried, but you figured you might as well let it happen if you're gonna be home alone on a rainy day, thinking of all the ways people avoided spending time with you while you tried even harder to spend time with them. Who's next? Jungyoon? The uncle who took you in just to admit drunkenly how much the sight of you upsets him three hours into your 17th birthday. Your dad? No. That's not wise.

You sighed. Maybe if you had learned better social cues when you were younger, you wouldn't be a college graduate with no friends to talk to.

It didn't take long for you to break into full on sobs. You stuck somewhere between angry at the people who didn't want to be with you and sad that they didn't want to. Childishly, you deemed it wasn't fair and all you could do was cry. You hadn't had a day like this in a while, but holy shit did it suck each time.

Eventually, you ceased your tears and were left a red and puffy mess, so you decided to go to the kitchen to depuff your face with some ice. Then the rest of your day could only go up from here. You had your cry, and even though the elevator was going down, your day would only go-

OH NO WHY IS IT STOPPING AT FLOOR 5?!

You couldn't even think of who it could be as you looked in the mirror at the corner of the elevator and wished to evaporate. You had obviously been crying, terribly. Nevermind you were in a cropped long sleeve, short shorts, and thigh highs, your eyes were red and a little puffy, your cheeks were clearly tear stained, and even your lips were swollen. You couldn't, "oh, it's allergies." Your way out of this one.

"I didn't know you were home, Hobi." You murmured.

"Yeah, I just popped in real quick to grab something before I go back to…" Hoseok's smile dropped the instant he saw your face. You didn't even have the chance to look away, but you tried to anyway. He gently gripped your chin, guiding your eyes to meet his, "Bunny, is everything okay?"

You pressed your lips together before nodding, "Yeah, it's just…" You glanced at his face, surprised to see him clinging onto your every word, "Sometimes, I get lonely." You shrugged as his eyes widened, "I get to thinking about my mom and…" You made vague hand movements as you shrugged.

He thought for a moment, “Even though we all kind of grew up together, we never really treated each other like more than roommates, but you’re here now.” He pulled you into a tight hug and you gasped before relaxing into his embrace. You closed your eyes for a moment as you held him close to you, "We've all been really busy, I didn't even consider how lonely you would feel." He lamented and you shook your head.

"I'm a big girl, I can be alone." Your words were muffled in his shirt, "It's just a little crying-"

"But you don't have to be alone anymore, and I don't want you to cry, none of us do." He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead, "Thinking about my mom used to really ruin my day, doesn't now, so don't worry, but that took time." You nodded, feeling tears creep in again.

"Thank you." You hummed as he pulled back, "Sorry to-"

He shushed you, putting his finger on your lips, shaking his head at your apology.He leaned his forehead on yours, making your breath hitch, "Do you want to go with me?" He asked softly.

You blinked in confusion, "With you, where?"

His grin only widened and you looked to him skeptically, “Do you trust me?” He asked all too innocently and you nodded, “Then, do you want to go with me?” He asked again as he placed purple-tinted sunglasses on his face.

“I suppose…” You studied his smug face, “Let me go change-” You went to press the next floor so you could get off but were stopped with a soft grip from Hoseok.

“I’m in a bit of a rush, and you look great.” He smiled as the elevator reached the entrance.

You wanted to protest, but you let it be. Surely you would not stick out in the slightly scandalous outfit you were in.Truthfully, it was your body that seemed to make it scandalous to other people. Although, if you had a skirt on, it would just be a typical outfit for you, so maybe it wasn’t so weird? These thoughts ran through your mind as you slipped on some shoes and went into Hoseok’s very nice car.

So are you gonna tell me where we’re going or…?” You asked as the renowned hair stylist drove with a smirk in response to your question, “Okay Mr. Mysterious, can I ask questions about it until we get there?” You asked cheekily.

He chuckled, “Of course, you can do whatever you want, baby.” His voice was silky smooth and the nickname shot straight to your nether regions and you scolded yourself for it.

“Are we going to a job of yours or am I just running errands with you?” You looked at his unwavering smile as you asked.

“A job, but the client will not mind if you’re there, before you ask.” He stole your next question by answering it smugly. You pursed your lips as you studied him. He was in a lavender dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and sleek navy blue slacks, all of which complimented his black hair.

You, on the other hand, wore a baby pink turtleneck with the hem ending just barely above your matching form-fitting high-waisted fabric shorts, showing just a sliver of your stomach skin while a lot of your thigh skin was on display with white over-the knee socks. You had taken scandalous photos for your OnlyFans, and if you lifted your arms all the way up, a lacy bralette would greet the outside world. You were just feeling a bit self conscious considering the well dressed man in the car next to you. Sure, you looked cute, but was this level cute appropriate for his job? You didn’t want to make a bad impression and have that effect Hoseok.

“And here we are.” He sang and you snapped back to reality as he parked behind a building that had no defining qualities from the back. The ride went by in a flash and you pouted a bit at not even asking another question.

Ever the gentleman, he opened the door for you as he led you inside with him. The hallways were crowded with people running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Judging by the bits of chatter you could pick up as you scurried behind Hoseok, this was a photography studio and a high-level star was having a photoshoot.

“Oh thank goodness you’re here!” A man that seemed to be in his late 30s sighed in relief when he saw Hoseok, “He is in the worst mood today, and I’m so frightened-who is that?” The man’s wild eyes fixated on you for the briefest of moments and he realized your puffy features and shook his head, “Whatever, just go in there and calm him-”

“This is our housemate, y/n, and the shoot isn’t for another 30 minutes and he just needs hair, right?” Hoseok spoke calmly in spite of the chaos surrounding the both of you as the man nodded, “Great, I just need to touch him up and we’ll calm him down in time to take some good photos.” The man nodded tiredly, “Is the dressing room empty now?”

“Yeah, he kicked everyone out so he could calm down, but that never works.” The man cried out helplessly, “Why is he so frightening?!” Hoseok simply patted the man before navigating the hallways. Frightening? The man shivering looked quite burly and tall, who could be scaring him so much?

The “we’ll” made you nervous, but you held Hoseok’s hand so you wouldn’t get lost until he pushed through a dressing room door, “Hobi’s here.” He chimed and you heard a man behind a partition grunt. You looked around the spacious room to see a comfy looking green L couch along with a wooden rocking chair, which you thought was interesting. Beyond that, there was the typically lavish amount of mirrors and counter space, “I also brought a surprise!” Hoseok sang and you were ripped from your observations.

“It better not be anything dumb-” Jungkook’s voice died on the impact that was emerging from the partition and seeing you. Hise eyes studied your body, namely the slight squish of skin between your socks and shorts, which made his pants feel a bit tight, “Y/n, what…”His voice trailed off when he noticed you had definitely been crying, and not long ago. Right as he was going to accuse Hoseok, he saw you let go of his hand and give him a smile, figuring it wasn’t him that made you upset.

Your eyes brightened when you saw a familiar face, “Oh hi, Kook!” You beamed, “I didn’t realize Hoseok was taking me with him to see you, how nice!” You cheered, “I’ll be out of your way while you work, though!” You went to go sit on the couch as Jungkook nodded, robotically making his way to the chair in front of the mirror. He wore a silky black shirt with a harness around his waist and black slacks with razor thin pinstripes and black dress shoes. His hair was styled mostly to perfection, making you wonder what more there was to do. Alas, you weren’t the professional.

Hoseok looked to the younger man with a smug smile, “Just some last touches need to be done and then you can calm your nerves a bit with our little bunny.” He chided and Jungkook scoffed.

It took no more than five minutes for Hoseok to style the star’s hair into further perfection, “Wow, you look super handsome, Kook!” You cheered, earning a small smile from the man in question.

Hoseo chuckled, “He does indeed.” He cooed, making the younger man scowl, “Now, you have some time to zen out with bunny, use it wisely. I’ll come get you when it’s time.” He patted Jungkook before giving you a wink and exiting the room.

“You having a bad day-”

‘Were you crying?” His voice sliced through yours and you’re taken aback for a moment. With no response, he stood, making his way over to you. He towered over you before leaning down to grip your chin lightly, “Were you?” A hint of worry flashes across his eyes, and you wondered if you were just seeing things.

“Yeah… I was just feeling lonely.” You speak honestly, shrugging, “It’s not a big deal-”

“Why didn’t you call me-or anyone?” He asked, voice rushed as his eyes searched your face for an answer. It’s like an interrogation that you don’t have comprehensive answers for, so you shrug.

“Everyone was busy.” You murmur, “I only cried because I thought about my mom and stuff, it’s okay.” You avoided eye contact with him as you said this, feeling out of your element talking about your mom. This made his mouth part, but he haid no words. He understood what you meant, and that made it all the more harder to comfort you.

Jungkook sighed at how you’ve shrunk under his barrage of questions and sinks down to his knees, his hands going to your waist, stroking the sliver of exposed skin, “Nobody was mean to you, right? You didn’t cry because anyone bothered you?” You smiled at his tenderness before nodding.

You watched his face, studying the cleverly concealed dark circles under his eyes and gave him a sad smile, “Are you having a bad day too, Kook?” You asked softly and he sighed, like he was letting himself relax for the first time before nodding, “I see..” You thought for a moment, unsure how to make him feel better until you remembered, “Did you want to touch my thighs?” You said the first thing that came to mind and before you could be embarrassed, he nodded, "Okay, how do you want me?"

What a question, Jungkook thought, smiling tiredly, "Sit in my lap?" He looked up at you hopefully and you nodded.

"I won't be too heavy or anyth-woah!" You gasped when he lifted you, legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the rocking chair, sitting you both down, "I stand corrected." You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck while his hands placed themselves on your thighs.

He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling your thighs in his hands, rocking you both back and forth. In every dressing room, he required a rocking chair, in case he needed to calm down. He debuted at the ripe age of 15 and with no guardian until 17, he was prone to panic attacks. The company sent him to therapy and the rocking chair was introduced. He never let anyone touch the chair, but he couldn't deny how nice it was having you in his arms, cradling his head into your bosom.

“I like the rocking chair, very calming.” You mused, as if reading his mind and he offered a tired hum in agreement.

The day had truly been terrible. Stage after stage, minimal hours of sleep, and stupid people asking the same stupid question. And yet, here you were, hands stroking the skin on his neck as he lost himself in your form. Your thighs were softer than he anticipated, and he felt himself let out an exhausted sigh, finally relaxing into you.

"You haven't been home a lot, so I get why you're so stressed." You mused into his hair, "But you should go a bit easy on the staff, I just saw a buff thirty-something year old near tears when we came in." You giggled and Jungkook couldn't help but laugh a bit.

"Sungmin is my manager, he can take it." He felt blissful for the first time in a while as he rocked you both back and forth, his thumbs stroking the supple skin of your thighs.

"Still, maybe if people aren't so stressed around you, it might ease your stress." You chided softly, pressing a chaste kiss to his head.

The affection made his eyes flutter closed and he hummed, "We'll see, but don't hold your breath." He joked.

You had never felt Jungkook so calm before. Usually he has something snarky or detached to say. Some kind of non committal or indifferent comment, but he was too exhausted to do even that. You smiled softly at the cozyoment and the affection. It was hard to realize how touch starved you were, dreading when you would have to get up.

Youboth rocked back and forth for an indeterminate amount of time, too wrapped up in the calmness of each other’s presence to say much at all.

Finally, you spoke up a bit, "This is making me feel better. I like the closeness a lot." You hummed softly, "I remember when I was in some club in highschool, we were taking photos with girls on the guys's backs and all the guys scrambled to not have to give me a piggyback ride, so I just stood on my own." You did a short laugh. Jungkook fumed at the idea of stupid people making you feel like anything less than perfect, but you continued, "And now I'm in the lap of a pop star, it's a little funny." Now he felt smug, giving your thigh a small squeeze.

"Sounds like you had some weak ass guys in your highschool club." He snorted, leaning his head up as you settled down onto his lap further, now looking eye to eye with your torsos farther apart, his feet planted firmly on the floor to keep the rocking chair still, "I'll deny I was ever this nice, but," He studies your face for a moment, "You're so beautiful." He sighs out and he watched your face light up, and feels what that does to him, scaring the fuck out of him.

You couldn't find words except, "Can I kiss you?" You breathe and he nods with hooded eyes, and before you knew it, you were surging forward to press his mouth to yours. The kiss was fierce, but he responded to it at the speed of light. His mouth moved in sync with yours before taking control of the kiss, moving closer as he stilled the chair. Your hands were shyly clutching his shoulders, careful not to mess up his hair. One hand traveled to your hip as the other massaged your thigh deeply, thumb inching its way to the inner part. Your tongues intertwine and you gasp needily when he's a mere centimeter from where you want him most. You damn near whine when his hand stops inching closer to your core making him grunt.

Jungkook nearly lost his mind when he feels your nails dig into his shoulder and your hips wiggle in the slightest. He wanted to tell you to just mess up his hair, fuck everything else, and just let him make you cum in his lap. He wants to feel what he’s doing to you, uninhibited. His hand cups your sex and you groan into his mouth. He smirks at how warm it is, how wet you must be from a little bit of kissing, and how wet you will-

KNOCK, KNOCK

You jump, effectively falling off of the chair, and onto the floor just as Hoseok walks in, "Hey Jungkookie, it is time to- Bunny?!" Before Jungkook can even reach out his hand, the older man is helping you up.

"I'm alright, just clumsy." You chuckle awkwardly, before turning to the celebrity, thanking the stars his makeup and hair aren't messed up, "Well, have a good photoshoot!" You beamed, "Let's go get some lunch, Hobi." You spoke rushedly as you took the man's hand, dragging him along.

"Oh, uh, bye!" Hoseok hollers to the dumbfounded Jungkook as he watched the dressing room door close, leaving him winded with a boner.

When you get in the car, your eyes are like saucers and Hoseok can't help his curiousity as he turns on the car. However he doesn’t push until you both are a little closer to home, but before he can even ask you grab his leg and stare at him with panicked eyes, "Fuckfuckfuckfuckwhatthefuckdid- AHHH!" You let out the quietest scream, before looking at him, "How do I go about life this stupid?" You seem to be genuinely asking and yet again, before he can ask, "I kissed Kook and I let him hold my pussy for a moment." You blurt out and Hoseok blinks for a moment. You look to him, waiting for him to freak out but he just shrugs.

"Well color me a bit envious." He muses, before tilting his head in confusion, “When you say he held you pussy-"

“He cupped it and I was gonna let him go further had you not walked in.” You looked to the man as he saw home in sight.

“Ah, I see.” He nods thoughtfully, “So were we wanting to pick something up for lunch or just order delivery, we could cook…?”

You gaped at him, "Are you not gonna tell me how dumb that was?!" Hoseok shakes his head, "He probably hates me now!" You whined.

Hoseok sighs, "I promise, he doesn't." He reassured you, "Did he… kiss back?" He asks curiously.

"Yes, but I'm not sure what he meant by it." You murmured, "I’m really bad at gathering those kinds of clues. I kissed him because he called me beautiful and I didn't know how to respond and I-"

"You're beautiful." Hoseok interjects, "My turn, my turn!" He parks the car at the house, turning to you with a grin.

"Wait, that's it!" You point to him, "You can tell me what kind of kiss that was." You beamed and he looked at you quizzically, "So kiss me and I'll show you how Kook kissed back so I can understand!"

Hoseok could not believe his ears. Had people played with your head before? Did you seriously not understand that kissing back meant that they were attracted to you, at the very least. Not wanting to take advantage of you he asked, "Are you sure? You can just describe it to me-"

You nodded, "I don’t want to misrepresent it with my words but I need to know what it meant, but if you feel weird about kissing me I get it-"

Hoseok was watching the chance slip away, so he pressed forward, placing his mouth on yours and groaned when you responded with a force, hand going to his thigh to try and mimic Jungkook's movement. Your tongue finds his way into your mouth and he can’t resist the opportunity to feel your tongue against his. His hand goes to the back of your neck to press his mouth into yours deeper. It was in no time you both forgot what you should be doing.

All you could focus on was how good the affection felt. How nice it was to have someone’s mouth on yours just as needily. You were used to sex and affection being out of convience. You were used to people seeing you willing and figuring, “Why not?” But Hoseok and Jungkook had kissed you with a certain force you had never known. Where Yoongi and JIn were soft, sweet,and comforting, they were urgent, needy, but rough.

Hoseok’s arms wrap around you, bring you into his lap and you feel his growing length beneath you. Against better judgement, you grind down, causing the both of you to gasp, “Fuck, baby.” He groans, gripping you to him harder. His leans down to kiss your jaw and reach your neck, making you press yourself further onto him with a choked moan when you feel him guide you hips as you set a steady pace grinding into him. You groan at the sensuality of hearing his voice riddled with lust and making the windows steamy and the expensive car rock.

“Hobi,” You moan out as he sucks a particular spot on your neck, “Feels good.” You whined, grinding yourself more desperately.

“It does, bunny?” He cooed into your neck, trying to shield his own rising arousal as you grind onto it desperately. You nodded with a moan and found yourself wishing he would just strip you of your clothes and take you. You would love nothing more than to feel his hands around your neck as he pounded into you, your hips working as wildly as they were then with his hands on them, threatening to limit you, edging you closer, and closer, and-

HONK

You both jumped, not able to go far in the driver’s seat on top of Hoseok after accidentally honking his car horn. You take a moment to look at the position your in and clasp your hand over your mouth, "I did it again!" You whined, muffled by your palm, "What's wrong with me, I get I'm horny but AH!" You groaned from frustration, both sexually and emotionally.

"Calm down, it's better than okay." The man beneath you strokes your hip soothingly, "I enjoyed it, and if Kook did any of that, he did too." He reassures you, "It's just some consensual kissing, we're all adults, it's okay."

You frown, "But you guys don't need me throwing myself onto you, that's not fair to you." It’s made people recoil from you, you want to say. You don’t want them to recoil from you, you couldn’t take it.

"Arguably, I do need you, in particular, throwing yourself onto me." Hoseok quipped and you rolled your eyes.

"Ha, Ha, very funny, but come on." You deadpan and it only makes him more confused. You don't know how to explain that the odds of a guy like him, or any of them, wanting you, specifically, and not just wanting affection are slim to none in your eyes, judging from past experience alone.

"What?" He asks and you shake your head.

"Ah, forget it." You shrug, "Nothing to fuss about, but sorry I nearly came in your lap-"

"Please do not apologize for something I wanted, almost happening." He groaned and you chuckled, shaking your head, genuinely not believing him, “In fact, I invite you to please hop back on.” He chuckled a bit, so you figured it was a joke. Surely he would be joking about wanting you sexually.

"You're a funny guy, Hobi." You open the door and hop out, "Well I'm gonna go masturbate or something, and then maybe we can regroup for some lunch when I'm done?" You glance up at the flabbergasted man who nods numbly, too perplexed to even offer his services, "Okay, well thank you for the kiss and what not, the affection is always welcome!" You chirped, "I can give you kisses on the lips more often if you want like I do with Jin and Yoongi?" He nods again and you smile. You give him a chaste kiss on the lips before heading inside.

Hoseok blew out a breath as he sat in his car with a hard on. So the issue wasn't you not being attracted to them. The issue was you not believing they would be attracted to you. Somehow, that was harder for him to dissect, unsure how to prove that he would give you the world if you just mentioned an interest in having it. Not just him, but six other men. To you, kissing or sexual acts wasn't proof that he was attracted to you for being you instead of just another body. They all had to somehow prove you weren't being kissed because of convenience, but desire. All of them were too emotionally stunted up until now to already know how. Yoongi was right, this would be a lot of work. Work they all were willing to do.

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snelbz · 3 years

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Tempting the Fates {Chapter 3}

Summary: It’s the final semester of Aelin Galathynius’ collegiate career and she is so beyond ready to be done. Her schedule is packed full of nursing classes and labs designed to test her knowledge and hone her skills for the real world and her “big girl” job. However, she needs one last elective to graduate, so she decides to study a subject she’s always been fascinated by: Mythology. Who would have thought that a class about gods and goddesses living complicated lives would end up complicating her own in such an unexpected way?

Word Count: 2807

Chapters will be posted every Wednesday.

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Poseidon

– God of the seas, earthquakes, horses and tidal waves

Aelin had moved past hurt.

Now, she was just pissed.

It was nearly ten o'clock after her second day of classes and she sat cross legged on the couch with Lysandra in her apartment.

Her roommate had been a worthy rant partner thus far. She’d kicked Aedion out and supplied Aelin with an endless supply of alcohol.

“It’s official. I’m sitting in your Thursday class.”

Aelin groaned, taking a long drink from her wine glass. “Don't remind me that I have to go back there, please. The thought of sitting through an entire semester with him as my teacher… Oh, gods.”

Lysandra refilled Aelin’s glass.

“You’ve done the hookup thing before,” Lysandra said, shrugging as she took a drink from her own glass. “Just pretend this is one of those situations and he meant absolutely nothing.”

“That’s impossible, for two reasons,” Aelin said, adjusting the pillow she had squished between her legs. She held up a finger. “One, it’s not like the regular hookup situation where I might see him across campus or in a bar and we can pretend we don’t know each other. This is my professor we’re talking about.” She took a very large drink of her wine and held up another finger. “Secondly, it was supposed to be a hookup, but then he turned out to be perfect and I just…” She let her head fall back against the cushions. “Do you think I just want him because I can’t have him?”

“Maybe,” Lysandra admitted, but she hadn’t ever been in a situation like this. She and Aedion had been inseparable since high school. “What does your gut say?”

“I don’t know, they’re still in knots from where he rearranged them with his huge dick,” Aelin replied, draining her wine glass.

Lysandra nearly sprayed her wine across the couch, but she knew Aelin was well and truly drunk if she was talking like that.

“So, he still means something to you, then?” Lysandra asked. “Even after you found out he’s your professor, and also a little bit of a dick, apparently.”

Aelin shot her a look. “No, I’m drunk off my ass because he means nothing to me. Have you not been listening?”

Lysandra rolled her eyes. “Oh, I’ve been listening. But, after two hours things just start to blur together and not make sense.”

Aelin hit her roommate with her pillow.

Lysandra only laughed. “Maybe sit and think on it for a few days, yeah? Maybe it’s new and exciting and he’s hot as hell, but all that will fade if it meant nothing.”

Aelin nodded, slowly, fiddling with the stem of her wine glass. “And if it doesn’t fade? If it actually meant something?”

“If it actually meant something, then he won’t be forgetting about you any time soon, either,” Lysandra said, sipping from her glass.

She was still on glass #1.

Aelin had lost count of how many glasses she had drained so far.

“Doesn’t make it any easier now,” Aelin said, that hurt creeping its way back in. “You should’ve seen him, Lys. This morning, at his apartment, it was just…perfect. Then when he saw me in class, he was a completely different person.”

“Have you tried to see this from his perspective, Ace?” Lysandra asked, standing and heading into the kitchen. She handed Aelin a cold water bottle when she returned, falling back onto the couch next to her.

“Of course,” she snapped, opening the lid. “And I get it, it’s a big deal, but it’s not like I’m underage. I’m twenty-one, not sixteen. It’s not like he broke the law.”

“No, but I’m sure there’s a bylaw somewhere in his contract that says Don’t fuck your students,” Lysandra drawled, tucking her legs between her.

Aelin mumbled, “I bet it doesn’t say exactly that.”

“No, I’m sure it’s more along the line of inappropriate misconduct, but if we’re getting specific, it wouldn’t be hard for me to find an example,” she replied, leveling Aelin with a stare.

“Calm your pre-law ass down, I get it,” Aelin sighed, drinking from the water bottle. “His aunt is the president of the university. I wouldn’t want him to get into any trouble with her.”

Lysandra’s eyes softened. “He probably just got scared. I hear he’s a new professor. This must be his first year here. Hell, if he’s as young as you say, this must be his first year anywhere.”

Luck. He’d gotten the job purely out of luck, out of his connections to the university, and here Aelin was, jeopardizing his career as soon as it began.

“I’m being a bitch, aren’t I?” She asked, quietly, before draining her glass.

“You have the right to be hurt,” Lysandra said. “I’m not saying you don’t have that right, because I’d be hurt, too. But, I definitely think that this is complicated as hell.”

Aelin nodded, and took a drink of water before pouring the last of the wine into her glass. “We’re going to need another bottle of this, Lys.”

“I would just take you to the bar,” Lysandra said, “but I wouldn’t want to risk you fucking any of the other faculty.”

Aelin’s eyes snapped to hers.

Lysandra sucked in her lips to stop her grin. “Too soon?”

Aelin nudged her best friend, unable to stop her sputtering laughter. “Bitch.”

Lysandra caught her before she leaned back across the couch and held onto her shoulders, hugging her tightly. “I know this sucks, Ace, and I know you liked him. But just give it time. Either you’ll move on, which I can always help with, or something will happen. It’s not like you won’t be seeing him every other day.”

She sighed, resting her head on Lysandra's shoulder. “I know… I know.”

Lysandra reached for the remote, turning the television on. “What would make you feel better? Sappy love story, trashy reality tv, or a horror flick?”

“Trashy tv,” she decided, if for no other reason than it would be easy for her to block out while she still wallowed in her own misery.

Lysandra did as she was told, refilling Aelin’s glass again, and she thanked her best friend.

All the while, Aelin wondered how pissed Rowan was, or if he was feeling the same way she was.

A knock on Rowan’s door around nine-thirty had him closing his laptop and throwing it open. He groaned when he found Lorcan on the other side, walking back inside and leaving his best friend to let himself in.

“Alright, fill me in on Little Miss Perfect you took out last night. She was all you could talk about this morning, and then boom.” He sat down on the couch next to Rowan, noticing the half empty bottle of bourbon and looked at him. “Radio silence for the rest of the day.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” he muttered. “Shouldn’t you be going home to your girlfriend?”

“She’s out with Manon,” Lorcan said, blowing off the question. “I’m bored, so talk.”

Rowan sighed, pushing himself up to go into his kitchen. He came back a moment later, two glasses in hand. He supposed he couldn’t continue to drink out of the bottle with company.

After handing Lorcan a half-filled glass, Rowan said, “It’s just not going to work.”

“You decided that quickly,” Lorcan muttered, his eyes remaining locked on Rowan. “Did you google her after she left? Find something cringeworthy?”

Rowan sipped from his glass. “She’s just not who I thought she was, that’s all.”

Lorcan scoffed. “You’re being vague.”

Rowan shrugged. That seemed to be the only answer he was going to give him.

“So what?” Lorcan asked, crossing an ankle over his knee and swirling the contents of his glass. “She lied and you caught her?”

“No, she didn’t lie,” Rowan said, dragging a hand down his face. “But it can’t happen. So it won’t.”

Lorcan raised one dark eyebrow. “First you say won’t, now you say can’t.”

Rowan emptied his glass. “What about it?”

“Well, which one is it?” He asked, leaning back. “Those two have very different meanings.”

“It can’t and it won’t,” he replied, giving Lorcan a pointed look.

Lorcan snorted, but took a drink from his own glass. “You act like she’s one of your students.”

Rowan didn’t say a word. He only stared at his closed laptop.

It took Lorcan a few seconds to understand Rowan’s silence. And a few more before he figured out how to make his mouth work.

And when he did, he started laughing.

“Are you kidding me, Whitethorn?” He asked, clutching his stomach. “You fucked your student?”

“Fuck off,” Rowan muttered, refilling his glass.

Lorcan was hardly able to breathe. “It was your first day at your first big boy job, and you already found yourself in bed-.” His words faded away as his laughter consumed him.

“It’s not like she’s some freshman,” Rowan snapped. “She’s about to graduate. Twenty-one. I just…” Rowan groaned as his face fell into his hands. “Someone had recommended the bar to me and told me the faculty hung out there a lot. I just assumed she was one of them, since she was the one to suggest the place.”

“Hate to break it to you,” Lorcan continued, still laughing. “But, people in their twenties don’t often land jobs at renowned universities. You’re the exception.”

Rowan continued to drink.

“Alright, alright,” Lorcan continued, taking a deep breath. “You’re five years older than her, so what? I’m four years older than Elide. Once you both hit twenty, age is just a number.”

Rowan shot him a look. “She’s a student, Lor. Maeve will fire me in a heartbeat over any sort of misconduct. This…” He just shook his head. “This position is a once in a lifetime opportunity that I probably shouldn’t even have. I can’t ruin it.”

Lorcan knew full well how harsh Rowan’s aunt could be. Before she’d become president of a prestigious university, she’d been the dean at the boarding school he and Rowan had spent their adolescence at. “So either move on or be careful and don’t let her find out.”

Rowan blinked at his friend. He was being so casual about this, when Rowan was freaking out both inside and out, which had required a two hour gym session earlier to calm his nerves.

Lorcan sighed and set his glass down. “Look, I really don’t see the issue here. She isn’t using you to pass the class, right?”

The thought hadn’t even occurred to Rowan, but he remembered the look of pure and utter shock on her face when they’d seen each other in the classroom. “No, it’s a basic gen ed. Plus I really don’t think she’d ever do that.”

Lorcan nodded. “Right. There are much tougher classes she could try and sleep her way through.” At Rowan’s simmering look at his choice of words, Lorcan held up his hands in placation. “I’m just saying, make sure she’s actually doing her homework and studying for her and don’t let Maeve find out.”

Rowan hesitated, but when his lips opened, nothing came out.

He liked Aelin. He really, really liked Aelin. And, yeah, it had been much more than a hookup. When he’d woken up that morning next to her in bed, he felt a sense of peace and satisfaction that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

Then again, the way he’d snapped at her that morning, knowing that she had only said what she had out of anger - even if she had been correct - would be difficult to come back from.

Rowan had completely shattered her. He saw it in her eyes before she left.

“I don’t know,” Rowan said, at last.

Lorcan groaned before pounding back his drink and pouring himself another. “You’re always going to be the one to stand in the way of your own happiness, Whitethorn.”

He refrained from saying anything. Lorcan had always been the one to hop from girl to girl, while he had always been the one in a committed relationship. After his last relationship had…ended, he hadn’t wanted anyone for a while.

Aelin was the first spark he’d felt since.

“You’re into her,” Lorcan said, staring up at the ceiling to avoid any sort of eye contact while he said something nice. “I can tell. And, if you don’t go for it, you’re going to regret it.”

Rowan knew he was right.

Of course, he was right.

And yet, this job was the first job he had been granted in his field since graduating three years prior with his degree in mythology. Yeah, he may have gotten it because of Maeve, but that didn’t make it any less important to him.

He had the chance to get students excited about something he loved, something he was passionate about.

“Go home to your woman or shut up and turn on the TV,” Rowan muttered, downing the contents in his glass.

Lorcan only snorted and grabbed the remote, fulfilling Rowan’s wishes.

Aelin awoke the next morning with a slight headache and the same dull ache in her chest.

Knowing she needed to move, workout the bad vibes, she tossed up her hair and put on her workout wear before jogging to the gym.

She was still regretting signing up for even one eight am classes, and was thankful her Friday’s were free. She was looking forward to some much needed sleep, which was a lost cause right now.

When she was packing her gym bag, she decided to go straight to class after a quick shower, so she tossed it into a locker after she arrived, locked it up, and put her ear buds in.

The gym was still pretty empty this early, since it wasn’t even eight yet, and most people were too focused on their own workouts to pay attention to those surrounding them. Aelin was grateful for the distraction the gym would provide, and for the physical outlet, as well.

She was just finishing up a mile run on the treadmills when she felt eyes on her. She could tell she was being watched, but didn’t want to look around. Whether it was someone ogling her from across the room or someone from one of her classes, she wasn’t in the mood to make small talk and made her way over to the machines, starting on her legs first. She cranked her music up and kept an eye on the time on her watch.

When there was about forty-five minutes before her first class, she put the free weights she’d been using back in their home and turned to head to the locker room for a much needed shower.

And found who had been watching her during her workout.

Green eyes bored into her own and Aelin felt a blush rising in her cheeks that had nothing to do with the amount of energy she’d exerted this early in the morning.

Ignoring the voice inside of her head, Aelin stopped in front of Rowan, and nodded. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he said, wiping the sweat from his brow. His t-shirt clung to him, and it was a fact that Aelin could not ignore.

“I was just going to get ready for class,” she said. “Excuse me.”

She swept past him, but his voice pulled her up short. “Aelin.”

She stilled, and slowly turned around to meet his gaze.

“About yesterday,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck. Aelin found the gesture somewhat charming, although she wouldn’t admit it. “I’m sorry. I…didn’t handle the situation right. It all took me by surprise and I reacted poorly. I’m sorry.”

“S’okay,” she said, looking away from him, down at her feet. “I said some things I didn’t mean. I’m…not proud of it.”

He shook his head. “Let’s just…pretend all of it didn’t happen, yeah?”

She swallowed roughly. “All of it?”

Rowan sighed. “Just because we apologized doesn’t change anything, Aelin. You’re still my student.”

She nodded, not looking at him. “Right. No. I get it. I have to get ready for class.”

Making to slip around him, she got two steps away before his hand wrapped around her wrist. “Aelin, I’m… I’m sorry. I wish it wasn’t— I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

Daring to take a chance by looking back at him, it nearly destroyed what was left of her when she saw the sincerity in his eyes. “But wishing doesn’t change anything, does it?” Aelin pulled her wrist free. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

Rowan said nothing, but she saw that her shot landed in his eyes.

She shook it off, though, hurrying away, toward the showers.

Aelin knew one thing was for certain: no matter how much she cared for Rowan Whitethorn, there would never be anything between them.

Even if she wanted there to be.

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oikawaplssteponme · 3 years

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locked lips

pairing: Pro Hero! Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI [please im literally begging you], swearing, legal consumption of alcohol, slight praise, fingering, use of the name ‘baby’, deku being a little bit of a cocky jerk, unprotected intercourse, make-up sex

genre: ex’s to lovers, smut, aged up characters, fluff/angst (?)

word count: ~2.2k words

synopsis: You broke up with him on impulse. That doesn’t mean you stopped loving him. Now you’re back at his place, at a party you planned, with him looking just so desirable. What else were you to do?

a/n: hi hi! alright friends, this being my first nsfw post i cannot stress enough how important it is that minors don’t interact. if i catch any minors interacting with this post, ill delete this post and block them, which i obviously don’t want to have to do. just please respect these rules :)) anyway, reblogs are greatly appreciated and enjoy xx

You scrolled through your phone, mindlessly. You tried your best not to double tap on any of the pictures on your screen. The last thing you needed was for him to know you were stalking his page.

“You should start getting ready,” said Uraraka. You looked over at her, cocking a brow.

“Uh I'm not going?” you huffed. Uraraka sat down beside you.

“Don’t be like that Y/N. You still have to go tonight, regardless of Deku.”

“The party is at Deku’s house. I’d look like a total idiot showing my face there after we broke up.”

You sat up and crossed your arms. Ochaco sighed. She grabbed your shoulders.

“Y/N, you are gonna go to the party and make Deku regret his entire life. Anyway, I’m bringing you as my plus one, so you have to come!”

You sighed. “Fine, but I’m staying with you the whole night.”

Ochaco smiled and gave you a quick hug. She got up and began scanning through her closet again.

You had been staying with Uraraka since you and Izuku had broken up. It was a blow out fight. You yelled at him for caring about work more than you. He shouted at you for not being understanding of his career. The words you meant mixed with the words you didn’t, and chaos erupted between you and him. So, you packed a bag and left. You didn’t want to, but you were done.

While you and Deku were still together, you helped him plan an event for him and his fellow Pro Heroes, as an opportunity for them all to get together. Now, you would be attending that same event. Only, not with him.

“Who would’ve thought there’d be a day where I’d have too many clothes to choose from,” laughed Ochaco. You smiled.

“You should wear that pink dress Iida bought you for your birthday. I don’t think you’ve worn it out yet.”

“You think? It’s not too much…”

“Of course not! You’ll look hot,” you teased. Ochaco smiled.

“Alright alright I’ll wear it. But then you have to wear this!” She pulled out a bag from her closet and handed it to you.

“Please don’t tell me you bought me something…”

“I had to! All your clothes are still at his place...and I wanted to make sure you felt good tonight.”

You gave Ochaco a nudge and pulled out the tissue paper. You felt the soft material in between your fingertips, pulling it out from the bag.

“Uraraka...”

“No need to thank me. You’ve been through hell and back these last few weeks, the least I could do is get you a pretty dress.”

You jumped towards your friend, engulfing her in a hug.

“Thank you.”

“Hey now, let’s get ready! The limousine will be here in just a few hours!”

You sat in the back of the limo with Ochaco as you were on your way to Deku’s party. You looked like a million bucks. A little part of you hoped someone would take notice.

The estate where Izuku lived was gated off. Once you were let inside, you could see the beaming lights from the top of the hill. You felt your stomach clench, nerves building inside of you. You wanted to see him, but you also didn’t want to see him doing better without you. You haven’t even been apart that long. A month maybe? Certainly not long enough for him to be over you, because you certainly weren’t over him.

“Oh wow, Deku went all out!” cheered Ochaco. You looked to see the endless decorations and glamor that surrounded you.

“Yeah, these were my ideas,” you mumbled. Ochaco placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t stress about it. Let’s just have fun, okay?”

You exited the vehicle and began to make your way inside. Champagne fountains and blasting music greeting you. His house was just as extraordinary as you remembered it. Nothing less than perfect for the No. 1 Hero.

“Uravity! Y/N!”

You turned to see your friend Iida, plus others from your old days at UA.

“You two are looking stunning tonight!” smiled Kirishima.

“Why thank you, it’s all thanks to this one,” you chuckled, giving Ochaco a nudge.

“I honestly didn’t expect to see you here tonight Y/N,” said Shoto. You shrugged.

“Well, I was invited after all. So Mr. Number One Hero can deal with it,” you huffed.

“Sounds like you could use a drink.”

Kaminari handed you a glass of champagne, which you took happily. You clinked glasses with your friends before dousing the beverage down.

“It’s gonna be a long night,” you mumbled to yourself.

You found yourself on the living room couch of Izuku’s large complex. You watched as Pro Heroes danced mindlessly with far too many drinks in their systems. You chuckled. At least they’re having fun.

You hadn’t seen Izuku all night, which was strange considering this was his party. You looked over to the glass staircase, knowing more than well that his bedroom was upstairs. You knew the layout like the back of your hand, after all, you lived here for a year.

You knew all your stuff had to be upstairs. You only had time to pack a small bag the day you left. Surely he wasn’t awful enough to throw your things away. You got up from the couch and quietly made your way up the stairs, hoping no one saw you sneak away from the action of the party.

His bedroom was at the end of the hallway. The doors were closed. You placed your shaky hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly. It was unlocked.

You stepped inside. The smell of his cologne filled your senses, causing memories to flood in as well. His room was neat, as if no one had been sleeping in it. You turned to the closet. All your clothing should be on the right side.

“Sneaking around?”

You jumped, removing your hand from the closet handle. You turned around slowly.

“Just wanted to make sure you didn’t burn my shit,” you huffed. Izuku chuckled. He took a few steps towards you, opening the closet.

“Don’t paint me as a villain Y/N. All your things are safe and sound.”

Your side of the closet was just as you left it. Exactly how you left it. You looked back to Izuku.

“Perfect. Then I’ll be taking it with me when I leave-”

“I’m surprised you came at all. I figured you’d want to be as far away from here as possible.”

“I didn’t come for you, I came for Ochaco.”

“Oh right.”

Deku took a step back, placing his hands in his pockets. That devilish smile stared you down, causing your face to burn. You could see the outline of his muscles through his white button down.

“You look incredible by the way. New dress?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes.

“Well since all my clothes were here, yes.”

“Well serves you right for leaving out of nowhere.”

Your eyes widened and you clenched your fists.

“I didn’t leave out of nowhere, I left because you cared more about your job than me!”

“That’s not true-”

“To hell it is! I was tired of being second to everything so I left!”

Izuku took a deep breath and stepped closer to you. He placed his hand under your chin, having you look at him.

“I didn’t want to break up.”

Your breathing got heavier without you even realizing it. You also didn’t realize that Midoriya had you pressed against the closet door.

“I-I didn’t want to either…” you whispered. Izuku smiled.

“Then tell me baby, why did we?”

“B-Because I didn’t know what else to do…”

Izuku brushed his thumb against your cheek, then took a step back.

“Look, I’m sorry. The last thing I wanted was to make you feel under-appreciated...but-”

Izuku moved closer to you again, pinning your arms to your sides and pressing his torso against you all in a swift motion.

“-I can think of a better way to prove it to you.”

You tried to catch your breath. All you wanted was him at this exact moment. Was that a good thing? Of course not. Did you care? Of course not.

“Then prove it to me.”

Izuku wasted little time in moving you onto his California-king. He pinned you down onto the mattress and instantly kissed you. You felt the rush of butterflies swarm your stomach. You hated how much you had missed this.

Deku let go of your wrists and you began to unbutton his shirt. With little patience, he helped you from out of your dress. He dived back down, locking lips with you once more. You dragged your nails down his back, listening as soft groans escaped his lips. He moved down to kiss and suck on your neck.

“Fuck~” was all you were able to get out. Izuku’s hands grazed your burning body, feeling the skin that he had been craving since the day you left. He snaked his hand to your back, unbuckling your bra easily.

“I’ve still got it…” he teased. He threw the bra to the floor and gave you little time to breathe before kissing you again. You ran your fingers through his fluffy hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

“Izuku...please…”

His puppy dog eyes stared back at you.

“What is it?”

You panted heavily, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I need you.”

A smirk creeped onto his face. Izuku kissed your cheek.

“I promised I was gonna prove it to you, wasn’t I?”

Izuku sat up, unbuckling his belt. He slid off his pants and boxers. You caught a glimpse of him, causing your body to feel on fire. Midoriya placed his head in between your legs. He teasingly kissed your inner thighs, keeping his hands glued onto them. The anticipation was practically killing you.

“Izuku-”

“Patience baby...I’m in no rush…”

He moved up to your underwear, biting onto one of the strings and pulling it down. They were practically soaked already. Same with your bra, he tossed them to the floor.

He continued to kiss and nip at your thighs, inching impossibly closer to you. You couldn’t take it anymore.

You grabbed Izuku up and kissed him feverishly.

“So eager baby~”

“Please just fuck me,” you whispered. Izuku chuckled. He licked his lips.

“As you wish.”

Izuku spread your legs apart, dipping one of his fingers inside of you with ease. You arched your back, letting out a moan, and gripping onto his arm tightly.

“That’s it baby~”

Midoriya slipped another finger in, stretching you out even more. You clenched around him as he added more pressure.

He removed his fingers and better adjusted himself above you. He held his cock in his hand before slowly pushing it inside of you.

You didn’t remember him ever feeling this good.

Izuku began to thrust into you, slow at first before building in speed. You could feel yourself clenching around him, sweat forming on your skin. Midoriya groaned with each movement as he pushed even deeper. He kissed you as he fucked you, though you were such a mess you could barely keep up.

He knew exactly how to get you worked up.

“Oh god...I’m c-close,” you mumbled.

“Not yet…”

Midoriya moved his hand down, taking his thumb and rubbing your needy clit. You gripped onto him even harder, digging your nails into his skin as he pushed you over the edge.

“Oh fuck-fuck-”

“Fuck baby, I-I love you-I’m sorry-” he stuttered out.

“I-I love you t-too. Fuck Izuku- I’m gonna cum-”

“Cum with me baby-”

Izuku went even harder as he reached his climax, following you. You let out a pleasure filled scream as you let go. Izuku laid on top of you, catching his breath as your body shook below him.

He looked up at you, brushing his hair back.

“I love you,” he repeated, in case you didn’t believe him the first time. You smiled.

“I love you too.”

You had forgotten all about the party that was occurring below you. As you got redressed to head back down to meet Ochaco, you felt Izuku grab your hand.

“What is it?” you asked him. Midoriya took your other hand as he stood before you.

“I really am sorry. I don’t want you to leave again,” he explained. You sighed. You ran your fingers through his hair, kissing his cheek.

“It’s okay, I won’t.”

You walked downstairs with Izuku, his hand interlocked with yours. You watched as Ochaco’s jaw dropped at the sight of you.

“Oh so that’s where you were for the last hour and a half?” she huffed. You chuckled nervously.

“Yeah sorry…”

“Well the limo is here to take us back home, or are you staying here?” she asked. You looked up at Midoriya.

“I’m staying.”

Soon the Midoriya residence was quiet, just you and him remained. You curled up with him on the couch, his arms holding you tightly as he kissed your head.

“You wanna know why I didn’t get rid of any of your things?” he said. You laughed.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because I knew you’d be back.”

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Anonymous said:

Heyy! Can you do a Cedricxfem!reader smut? Where the reader get stood up at the Yule ball and Cedric heart breaks since he has been in love with the reader for quite some time. And then they do the nasty you know thank you

A/N: Okay so basically...I am a stupid fucking Cedric simp,,,,and since I got home today, and my course work is fairly light for this week (no promises) my requests are open and I will try to get as much out as I can this week before my birthday! Jan 24th and you will get an about me post. ALSO, thanks for 700 (now 710 no brag) followers! I love you guys! Ok onto the fic!.

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WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+ CONTENT, SAPPY CEDRIC, BAD WORDS OH GOD OH FUCK

(Y/N) stood in front of her full length mirror in her dormitory room, admiring the fabric hugging her hips. Very rarely did she ever get to see herself like this, never mind other people. Her hand reached up to move a stray strand of hair back into place, a minor detail that although she doubt mattered, she could not refrain from. It was the night of the Yule ball, a night that the girls in her year wanted perfection more than ever, (Y/n) not excluded.

It would not be unheard of, however it would be rather embarrassing to show up un-courted. Nobody to dance with, nobody to share a moment in the moonlight with. That’s why when Miles Dane asked her to the ball, she did not hesitate to say yes.

To be quite honest, the two seventh years had never really talked. Though, they did have potions together. Surely, she would get to know him while sharing a dance, and she had to admit that he was quite charming and handsome. A tall Ravenclaw boy, lankly in the most perfect way, his skin a medium tone that glowed in the sunlight, so the carriages weren’t out of the question either.

The clock on the wall read six fifty, there was no sign of Miles, only (Y/N) and her twiddling thumbs. She wanted to scream, to cry, to hurt him even, but above all, she wanted to believe he was coming. Everything was going to be perfect. It should all be perfect.

Inside the hall, Cedric Diggory, the Golden Boy of Hogwarts, was pretending to be interested. The mundane conversation between Cho, his date who he now was sure didn’t even remember who she came with, and another seventh year girl droned on. Despite the banging of the loud music into his ear, Cedrics head was silent. Bored. Without saying anything, he slipped away from the table, creeping into the corridor for a breath of fresh air.

The cold December air hit Cedrics face with a refreshing feeling, the pressures of being a Tri-Wizard champion melted off of his shoulders. Though, he didn’t like to admit it, he sometimes questioned if this path was right for him. Would it have been better if he had stayed put, never scratched his name upon the parchment? He knew that he couldn’t change the past, no matter how much he wanted to. Cedrics tall, lean body slumped against the stone wall. All was quiet around him, a welcomed environment. Then, he heard the faintest gasp, causing the hairs on his neck to stand up.

“Fuck,” (Y/N) sighed out, wiping the small bead of sorrow that had escaped from her eye. She knew Miles was not coming. A dark figure leaning over her crouched body interrupted her racing mind. Instinctually, she looked up from her knees.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Cedric said in a soft voice.

“Nothing..nothing is wrong Diggory.” She avoided eye contact. Cedric and (Y/N) had been friends in years prior, particularly in third year. But as time drew on, their paths separated, effectively making them strangers to one another. He had gone on to be a hearthrob who was wanted by every girl, while she had focused on her studies and the go-to for casual sex.

“You know, we may not have sat together for three years, but don’t you think I can tell when you’re lying?” He squatted on the cement next to her, becoming eye level. “Now, what are you doing out here? You look so gorgeous, I’m sure your bloke in there is missing you.” His hand gestured behind him to the large archway leaking a bright tune.

“Yeah, thats the thing,” she drew a sharp breath in, tilting her head up, “My bloke never fucking showed up. Look at me, all dressed up and no one to dance with.” Her eyes closed, painting a small smile in an attempt to conceal her pain.

“Oh...I see.” Cedric stood up and offered his hand to the girl below him. “Well, let me fix that for you.” She rolled her eyes, but happily accepted.

Opting to stay where they were, the two swayed in each others arms. The warmth of Cedrics arms comforted the girl, soothing her in a way Cedric had not soothed her in years.

“Didn’t you come with a date?” she asked, her head on his chest.

“Yeah, shes inside. She lost interest with me I’m afraid.” Cedric made a small chuckle that made her bite her lip. “You know...I’ve heard about your reputation. I’m a little surprised, I thought you would always hate boys. Cooties was it?” He teased, resting his chin on her head.

“Oh fuck off. For the record, I did like boys. I liked you, Cedric. I still do.” He pulled away from her figure slightly, his eyes searching over her face. Then without any hesitation, he collided his lips to hers.

Shocked at first, she froze. But within a second, her hands were cradling his face. The kiss was deep, full of years worth of emotion. His grip tightened on her waist. Time stood still for the pair, it felt like hours before Cedric pulled away.

“Do you want to go to my dorm?” He said, panting.

“Won’t people notice if you run off?? You’re like a celebrity around here, Ced.” She grinned up at him. Cedrics face took a more serious appearance, but his manor became relaxed.

“Fuck ‘em.” His large hand grasped hers, leading the way to his dormitory.

(Y/N) sat on the soft mattress, her body stiff and unsure. Cedric fumbled around, locking the door, playing suave. He stood a mere three feet from her, wondering how he got so lucky.

“Did you want to just chat because...Cedric, I can do far more than chat with you.” She gave him a seductive look, making the boy swallow hard.

“Well I... I mean trust me, the way you look sitting on my bed is amazing, and I’m all for it. But the question is, are you - I mean do you want to? With me?” A rose blush creeped upon the Hufflepuff boys face, making (Y/N) giggle.

“Come here, Ced.” She beckoned him over to her with her finger. He happily obliged, walking over to sit next to her. But before he could sit, she put a hand on his chest, stopping him in his place. “Stand...I want you to stand while I sit. Is it okay if I..?” she gestured to the growing errection inside his trousers.

“Fuck...please darling.” She bit her lip and started undoing his pants, enjoying the sight before her eyes. She stroked his cock, admiring the way his eyes scrunched up when she ran her thumb over the tip. Smiling, she leaned over and put it in her mouth. His soft moans filled the room as he ran his slender fingers through her soft hair. All of the sudden, he yanked her off, pushing her on her back.

“My turn, love.” Cedrics mouth started leaving sloppy kisses around her mouth, trailing down to her neck while his left hand massaged her tit over her dress. Her elbows pressed into the bed, pushing her up.

“Wait, lets get these off, yeah?” Cedric kissed her, then unzipped her dress, fumbling to strip himself as quickly as he could. Once she was left in just her knickers, he continued where he had left off. He traveled until he got to her covered pussy, looking up at her to see if he could continue. She nodded, her eyes filled with need.

Cedrics left hand pushed apart her legs, letting him get a proper look at how she felt about him. His other hand yanked off her knickers, little did Y/N know how mental simple white cotton undies made Cedric. Without hesitation, his mouth started attacking her sensitive clit. The pleasure was unlike anything she had ever felt with her previous fucks, because this pleasure was dedicated with love. Her eyes rolled back into her head, a wanton moan escaping from her throat. This encouraged him to suck on her clit, and then to Y/Ns delight, inserted two fingers. Filthy moans filled the room as her cunt felt so pleasured in a way she had never felt.

“Fuck thats so fucking...oh my god Ced.” He moved his fingers at a faster speed, attacking her clit simultaneously. Eyes rolling back into her head, a pure groan of pleasure filled Cedrics ears as she bucked her hips, reaching a climax unlike any other.

Cedric stood, climbed on the bed, then looked at her.

“Do you want to..keep going or?” He ran his thumb over her lips.

“yes but..I wanna be on top” His heart beat faster, his erection becoming somehow even harder. He laid down on his bed, allowing her to swing a leg over his hips. Y/N grabbed his member and ran it through her folds, watching as his face contorted in pleasure. Then she sunk her body onto his, both of them in seventh heaven.

Her hips started rocking against his, making his cock hit all the right parts inside her. Cedric was in love with the sight before him, his eyes looking at her like she was a goddess. Her hand reached down, rubbing her clit, maximizing her pleasure. It wasn't long until her next orgasm washed over her, making Cedric even more eager to put himself to use. When she was back off her high, he brought her down to him, chest to chest. Thrusting up into her was the best feeling he could have imagined, it went on for minutes, both of them feeling amazing.

Y/N leaned over into his ear to whisper,

“Please cum inside me, Ced. Please, I want you to use me and leave my body stained with your cum.” Cedric, finding out that now he had a thing for cumming inside her, sped up. His hips clashed with her arse as his climax grew closer and closer.

Cedrics eyes rolled into his head, his body releasing his cum into hers. His legs shook a bit, he had just had the best orgasm he had ever had. The girl on top of him rolled over, now laying beside him. Both of them sat in silence, trying to catch their breath.

“I love you so fucking much, Y/N”

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