#cause kit? you weren't the reason people hated you. we still feel like that some times but you really aren't.

[byler-4-life]

So, I might've done a second, more substantial part to this little drabble here, since people seemed to like it. Shout out to @thebrokengate for putting the idea of Byler patching each other up in the Upside Down into my head. Check it out.

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The foreboding boom of thunder. The random screech of a demobat as it streaked by outside. The heavy breathing of two teenaged boys. Those are the only sounds to be heard as Will works in silence, trying to patch up the bloody gash on Mike's lower leg, the pair of them sat on the floor of the Byers' kitchen. Yeah it's not really the Byers house anymore, in the real world. But for some reason time was frozen here in the Upside Down, back on the day Will disappeared. So it was still the Byers house here. Which, thankfully, meant Will knew where to find the first aid kit along with a sharp knife to cut off the lower part of Mike's denim jeans so he could clean and bandage the wound properly.

"Hey, this remind you of anything?" Mike asked suddenly, causing Will to look up. He was surprised to see his friend was actually grinning.

"Come on," Mike prompted. "I mean, the roles were reversed, but...the bloody leg, nobody else home, the entire contents of the first aid kit spread all over the kitchen..."

Will let out a chuckle in spite of himself. "Not the Great Bicycle Crash of 1981!"

They had only been 9 or 10 years old when it happened. The two of them off biking around town on a warm summer's day. Will had been so entranced by Mike's new trick of being able to ride with no hands, he hadn't been watching where he was going (though looking back at it now, he might've just been entranced by Mike and not fully known why yet). The end result had been a nasty scrape on Will's knee, accompanied by not a small amount of blood. Since they were closer to Will's house, and no one was home, they had made their way there to fix Will up. At the time, Will had been very proud that he only cried a little bit. He didn't want Mike to think he was a baby.

"Man, I think I must've used half the bandages in the box when all was said and done," Mike said, shaking his head.

"You always have taken care of me," Will replied softly. He couldn't help the fondness creeping into his voice.

"Not always," Mike said bitterly.

Will's head snapped up to meet Mike's eyes, hating the remorseful look he saw in them. He knew exactly without even asking what Mike was referring to, that time surrounding the Byers move to California. "Hey, we talked about this. Whatever happened during that year, it's in the past. You weren't the only one to blame, okay? And trust me...what you've done for me before that...and what you just did for me now? Willingly risking your own life by following me into the Upside Down? That far outweighs a few missed phone calls. Okay?"

Mike looked like he wanted to press the point further, but Will just stared at him until he sighed in resignation. "Fine, deal. But only if you let me take care of that scratch on your shoulder. It's bleeding a little more than I thought."

Will hummed an affirmative as he finished tying off the bandage on Mike's leg before spinning around to give the other boy access. He could feel where it was, almost where his shoulder met his neck. It was more of a stinging than actual pain, but any open wound down here probably wasn't good. He couldn't see him from their current positions, but he felt a small burn as Mike cleaned the wound.

"Hmmm...this. This is how it should be," Mike murmured as he smoothed a bandage out over the offending area.

"What? Both of us a bloody mess on the kitchen floor?" Will cracked.

"No! No, dummy," Mike huffed, a small laugh betraying his words. "No. I'm...I'm just saying, you know...if you ever need it, I want to be the one to help put the Band-Aids on. I never want to be the reason that you feel you have to rip the Band-Aid off."

Will's breath caught. Was Mike....was he really bringing up that conversation now? It had to be that, right? The phrasing was too perfect a match to be a coincidence. Mike had asked Will about the painting before and why he lied. He had been angry then, and Will had just frozen up, not knowing how to respond. Mike had reluctantly let it go, but now...

"Mike?" Will turned so he could see his friend's face. There was no anger in it now, like last time. There was something different in his expression. An earnestness, an openness, a flicker of....hope? But right as the dark-haired boy opened his mouth to continue, the howl of a pack of demodogs broke through the relative silence. They had likely followed the scent of blood and now were close. Not too close, but still...they had to move.

"To be continued?" Mike asked hopefully as the two got back to their feet.

Will gave Mike a long look, a strange yet familiar feeling blooming in his own chest. One he hadn't allowed himself to feel in a long time. His own flicker of hope. "Yeah, definitely. To be continued."

With that, the pair took off out the back door and into the awaiting hellscape, bloody and bruised, but not defeated.

#byler #upside down byler #byler fic #my writing

[kip-and-kit-nightengale]

Kit Nightengale, My Encounters

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I woke up early in the morning, very gently wrapped in Claybrooke's arms. The sun hadn't come up yet and he was gently snoring. I cuddled closer to his chest and smiled warmly as I felt the light vibrations resonate from his ribcage. It was the only 'rough' thing about him and I really liked that. I love how gentle he truly is. I love how gentle this morning felt. It was so nice up until the point where I realized there was a note on the nightstand. I gently untangled myself from Claybrooke's grip, successfully not waking him. I picked it up and skimmed over it rather quickly and sighed heavily. I felt equal parts scared and equal parts relieved. I'm relieved he told me and that he promised not to rob anything, truly. I knew that he wouldn't do well in captivity. He's always in need of some form of wildness and always has been. He was never truly satisfied just relaxing. But I'm terrified he'll go back on his promise. It's not like him but it's not common he messes up a heist and drag other people onto the crime as an accessory. I feel bad judging him for that but I felt as though he was a little stronger than to let himself make such a poor decision. But it's partially my fault, I know how hyperactive he is and was very busy with Claybrooke.

"Honey...?"

I looked over at a very tired and very messy Claybrooke. He had a look in his eye that made Kip's nickname all the more accurate. He looked so...helpless and sweet.

"Did I wake ya, Brooke?" "Nah, you didn't I just noticed you weren't here anymore. Whatcha doin...?" "Oh, Kip left me a note." "For what?" "He went out." "H-HE WHAT?!" I quickly hopped to him and clasped a hand over his mouth, shushing him. "He just needed to leave the ranch." "What if he robs o-or gets caught?! Or gets in a fight?! Or-" "-Claybrooke! Hush!" I stated, voice raised and firm. He looked up at me with panic and hurt. I felt bad talking to him that way. And I especially feel bad for the reason why. His fears are valid, hell I was just thinking them. But that's still my brother and I hate when people talk poorly of him. I guess the difference is i just worry...I dont believe he'd do these things.

"Kip said in the note he won't do anything, he just needed out. We can get dressed and head to town too, he won't be difficult to find." I inform. "But he snuck out! Why wouldn't he wake us to tell us?!" "Maybe cause he knew you'd react this way!" "I have every right to react this way, I barely know either of you!"

Now it was my turn to look hurt.

Claybrooke huffed at me a breath he was holding in frustration.

I just stared at him as I tried to hold in the tears that were lightly welling my eyes from he said, trying to stand tall and strong.

"Kit, I'm sorry...I didn't mean it that way...."

I just gently nodded and looked at the door. He frowned and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his face into my back, rocking us slowly. "I'm sorry, darlin that was out of line of me to say...."

I nodded again and look up at him, still trying to hold back my tears. He let out an exasperated sound as he said "Aw, oh honey! C'mere!" He hugged me even tighter and ran his hand through my hair. "I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm sorry." He gently lifted my face and wiped my tears with his thumb and I sniffed a little. "May we start this over?" "I-I'd like that...." "I just am worried for Kip and his...self control"

"I understand"

"And I also worry about my parents."

"I understand that as well...but we can go get Kip. We can keep an eye on him, he get his stimulation and we also get to have some fun."

"...Huh, yeah...."

"It'd be nice! We can go get food at an inn and maybe find other fun things to do!"

"When you say it that way it almost sounds like uh...." He awkwardly starts gigglin, I could practically hear his face heat up.

"Uh...?"

"...makes it sound like a date!"

I blushed a tad as well "W-Well, course we don't *gotta* do those things-"

"-B-But I'd love ta! Course, as long as you don't mind!"

"...I don't mind...."

"T-Then it's a date!"

"...Yeah! A date...."

He jumped up and hollered loudly before running put of the bedroom "ILL GRAB ME SA' CLEAN CLOTHES!"

#dnd #cowboys #dungeons and dragons #westerns #dnd oc #dnd oc story #kit nightengale

[mochikeiji]

Troublesome Baby

↠ Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

↠ Warning: SMUT! Slight size kink, nipple play, overstimulation, hint of breeding, Akaashi wanting to make his baby know how pretty she is and how wrong people are about her.

↬ Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: Pissing a delinquent is never a persons choice. And what pisses off Akaashi most was when people picked on you instead of him.

⇢ Day 2: Delinquent

A person's feelings can be confusing. One minute they're saying they like a good guy who knows how to keep track in time and hs his future planned out and the second they're liking someone whom their parent's had warned them about.

If you like someone who was always up to no good, are you a masochist? They would ask. Are you out of your mind? They would scold. Do you have any idea how this'll affect your life? They would judge.

You'd like to think otherwise of people who wore tattoos, have so many scars, are always picking fights or having that gangsta stance and aura. You prefer to see them as still a human being with a cold outer shell in order to protect themselves from the cruel world, shielding their gentleness deep within.

It was cliche; a bad person getting soft for one person. But that's how it is even in reality. Sometimes, we can only be vulnerable to the ones we trust the most. And the ones we trust the most are the loved ones.

And those who we love, never deserve how they spit at the world.

That's how Akaashi was with you.

Everyone was shock by the time the former first year had a drastic demeanor change. He was timid, reserved back at his first year in highschool. Polite, and what you'd expect to have an astounding school performance. Hey never would've thought that joining the volleyball club would change someone so idly.

They always thought they were a team filled with passionate players who loved to play fair, but it turns out they loved to get rough around games and outside matches.

Roughness was never Akaashi's agenda. But with a stoic facade and built, athletic feature, he fits in perfectly to look like someone you should stay away from. Still, he kept on being the reserved person he was by hiding his wounds underneath his uniform or volleyball jacket. He doesn't admit it outloud, but he was insecure about his beating wounds.

The times where he and the team would go on random beatings after losing a bet or if someone dares to mess with anyone close to them happened often. Now that word was spread that you, sweet little you, happened to be the pretty faced setters girlfriend is targeted by many disgusting comments.

No man would want to tolerate that or will tolerate their beloved pummeled onto the ground. From all the members of the team he was voted to be the most terrifying one, he doesn't stand down from a fight especially for his baby, he wouldn't stop until the person who made a worthless comment about you, the person who would make you look down at yourself, the person who would make you cry is at their mercy.

His delinquent phase soon carried on until he reached his 20s. Even though now he was an editor and his teammates had their own domestic lives and jobs ahead, they kept up with their ways to earn a bit of cash during the night. Minus Bokuto on some occasions due to his volleyball tournaments world wide, it was mostly just him and the former third years. Even the two females had managed to know their ways into the dangers in joining as long as it helped them raise the cash up a bit.

And that leads the scenario now, you cleaning up his wounds again at the peak of 1 am in the morning after a misunderstanding beat down the past hour. He came home more bruised and bloodied than before— that meant they were outnumbered. Usually, it's Bokuto who would bark at the people who would mess with them. He was known to be feared due to his popularity, but inside the group, it's really just Akaashi who was the monster amongst all of them when he was angry.

You didn't know how long you were going to tolerate this. Him always coming back to you with new scars drawing his skin and you patching him up. It was always like this since highschool, but as you grew, people get tougher, bolder. This was too much.

"Keiji, please stop doing this."

Dabbing the cotton on the alcohol a little and tapping his skin gently to avoid stinging him, you were sat on your study chair whilst he was sitting on your shared bed. You were already trying to hold in the dam from breaking as you had been cleaning all his wounds for the past minute, but as you do, they only seem to get bigger and painful for you to bear.

"I don't want you to keep getting hurt."

Finally putting ointments on his arm, he uses his free hand to cup the side of your face, and raises you too look into his eyes. Ones that weren't feral as they were a couple of hours ago.

"They were bad mouthing about you, I wasn't letting that slip."

"But it's fine! People bad mouth about me a lot even before.."

Inside it still stung. To be growing up mocked by society in any way they see flaw in you. You were always an insecure woman up until now, any little words from others can make you into a brawling mess. What more if some threatened you, you'd be a fleeting coward.

Akaashi knew that about you when you began dating. At first he didn't pay mind into it, but the more he got to know what a kind and loving person you were, he realized just how cruel people can be to those with soft hearts. He hated those to the bone, he would never tolerate that kind of person throwing a pile of crap to someone above them.

"I just don't want to keep thinking one day you won't be coming by the door because of this..I'd rather you just stop being like this after years than to get more bruises. I don't care about the money, Keiji, I earn a lot too."

Your trembling figure was obvious, he knew how emotional you get for whenever he gets reckless, and how you over think of the things the people he has placed back in their place said about you. He never liked the fact you tried to be strong for him so many times and not even reaching out for comfort from him.

"Baby."

He cooes softly, moving away the medical kit from your side and hoisting you up from your chair with ease, allowing you to straddle his lap. You were easy for him to carry considering the height difference, thus making him more protective of you seeing as you look like a small child in fear.

Protesting softly at him to put you down since he was just freshly fixed up, Akaashi let's your head fall on his naked shoulder blade with his hand behind your head, giving your hair a slow stroke down to your back.

That's where you started to cry on his skin.

"I don't care about the money that much, I just hate it when someone threatens or mocks you without even having to know you."

He hears you sniffle at his skin, your tears wetting a small patch on it along with your face. He hushes you for a second before patting your bum, indicating he wants to see your face. With head lowered, you pulled away from his shoulder, sniffling down the tears while roughly using your wrist to wipe your eyes.

He grabs one of your wrist as his soften eyes met your red ones. He lowers your hand down to your lap, with your other one following as he was the one to wipe your tears away.

"It hurts me to have them say such things and have you crying like this. You have no idea how far you are from what they say."

The both of you took a small pause, letting him squish your cheeks with his thumbs rubbing underneath your eyes as small, left over tears escaped. Your hands below pressing against his bandaged abdomen, wondering how much trouble he's gone through just for you with a new batch of tears ready to fall.

"You don't cause me trouble, baby. I did this because you didn't deserve it. It was my decision, not yours or anyones. You will never be the reason for my troubles."

He was an observant guy, any little sign of of your body he knows what's going on. He slides your hands up from his abdomen, to his chest and placing them on his shoulders for you to hold onto. Tilting his head a bit to get an angle of your view, he gives you an adoring smile at the sight of your lips slightly pouting out and your eyes wide and glossy.

"You look cute right now."

Blinking away the blurred vision, your heart thumps a little from the way he was looking at you and his small compliment. You loved it when he gave you a lot of assurance and reminders about yourself. Even in times where they seemed unnecessary.

His finger tracing your cheeks to your nose, tapping at the tip making you shut your eyes and crinkle a little. When he groaned at the shift of your hips now snugging against his growing bulge, he quickly places his hands on your hips to hold you in place.

Your eyes popped out, stammering apologies saying you didn't mean to do it on purpose while gripping his shoulders. You hear him sigh out, worried you might've hurt him but soon vanished when you felt his hands sliding down once again to your bum.

"Why don't I show you how pretty you really are?"

He moves from his position. By instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he lays you down on bed and pushes himself up.

"W-wait, your wounds."

"I'm fine, baby, don't worry."

His hands found their way down to your pajama shorts and pulls them down with ease. He let's his shirt that you were wearing on as it only fueled his arousal at the sight of you looking smaller compared to him.

Thighs shaking and biting back a moan when his index finger slid down on your clothed slit, he repeats his actions upwards and downwards until you shortly got the middle part of your panties wet.

"Just enjoy and relax for me." 

You clutched the pillow underneath your head when his finger started to press in your clothed slit, his warmth radiating strongly against your sensitive regions, it made you grind shyly on the finger teasingly trying to intrude your entrance. 

He bites lip at the delicious sight and pulls his fingers away, spreading your legs apart so that he could settle himself on his stomach and his face near your lower lips. Sliding your panties down almost too quickly, he pushes your inner thighs to spread for him, giving him a better view of what his teasings done to your body and blowing cool air on your twitching hole, drooling with more arousal.

He hears a small whimper from you and looks up, you covering your mouth with the back of your hand, and your other fisting the sheets. Giving your inner thighs a kiss to calm you down, he winks at you before repeatinf his early ministrations on your now bare pussy.

"You're so easily aroused."

It came out like a breathy whisper from his lips as he watches his finger slide up and down. The thought of you tight and clenching to nothing makes him want to plunge in immediately.

He hums pleasingly at the sight and slowly inserts his index finger in. You moan out loudly in surprise, hiding your face to side and not wanting to look down thinking you might just cum from the sight. He began pulling his finger out and then pushing it back in, he wiggles a little inside of your hole loving how warm and wet it was, until he inserted a nother finger in to stretch you.

"Keiji!!"

He thrusts both fingers in with a decent pace, not wanting to go fast knowing how sensitive and easily you'll cum. His mouth was watering at the sight of his fingers being swallowed in your small pussy, and leans his face down with his other hand spreading your lips and giving it a small kiss that made your hips jolt up as he began to attack your clit.

"K-keiji! Too good!"

His free hand holds one of your thighs way to keep you spread amd at his mercy. The two fingers inside of you thrusting erratically when you tightened around them, now hearing the sloshing noises and his mouth sucking you to death.

He watches your head move from side to side and your chest heaving from his treatment. He can feel his own cock painfully erect inside his pants and moves bit, moaning against your clit at his boxers friction, and your hands finding their way to his hair and begging him not to stop.

"Keiji! Please, please, don't stop! Please, I'm close!"

His fingers beckoning inside of you knowing what he was now pressing at and flattens his tongue on your pussy before smirking up and saying,

"Go on, pretty girl, cum for me."

Hearing his voice was like a knock out for you as your hips arched up and the grip on his hair tightened. The pads of his fingers pressing and teasing your sweet spot until you were cumming hard for his mouth to take in.

He pumps a few more thrust until your orgasm faded. You whimpered from the additional thrust and grabbed his wrist to stop.

"Too much, Keiji.."

Hungry eyes raking your sweating body and wet folds, his pants getting unbearable at the moment and zips it down immediately along with his boxers, letting his cock free and breathes in the cool air as it hits his cock that made it twitch in need.

How much he wanted to keep eating you out despite being sensitive, but the need to be inside of you caves in as he hovers above your quivering body and attatching his lips with yours. He slips in his tongue to deepen the kiss, grinding his cock against your wet slit as you moaned inside his mouth from the much needed friction and something inside your needy cunt.

But Akaashi wanted to savor the moment, he knows you were a virgin. He's only fingered and eaten you out during the years of relationship. Even though the thought of having his cock a taste of your cunt drives him insane, he wanted to make sure every part of your body was touched, kissed and adored like he promised.

"Mmh!"

Fingers now tweaking your right nipples as your legs tried to close themselves from now having to be stimulated from your torso, to his hard cock still grinding tantalizing. But his body was in between them, and his mouth was practically eating your whines and mewls for him. Seeing how sensitive you were getting over the little touches he was giving made him moan against your lips. His hand moves to tweak your other untouched nipple and pulled a little, your back arching as he releases his mouth from yours letting you moan loud.

Your back still arched giving him a quick access to suck on your erected nipple, biting softly yet playfully in synch with his pinching on the other nub.

"KEIJI! HAH— PLEASE!"

Trying to move away from his mouth and fingers by pushing his head gently, he uses other hand to pin both of your smaller ones above your head and releases your nipple with a pop, shivering from the air.

He stops playing with the other one and moves there to suck on it. His finger moving to the soaked one and pulling it softly. You trashed on his hold as he continued to assault your breast. Not seeing the way his eyes are now getting half lidded at the sight of your teary ones from the amount of pleasure and the sound of your pleading singing in his ears.

"AH! Keiji!! Please— no more!"

But he knows how much you didn't want this to stop. If you really did want to stop, you would've used your safe word. But just smiles at you fondly, letting his finger move from breast to breast and pulling and pinching quickly.

"Mm, I just love," he pulls a little harder on your left nub, but not to painfully for you, "How your body reacts to me." you hear his chuckled laugh when he stops to massage your breast alternatively, leaving you whimpering from how skillful his hands were.

"You're getting cuter and prettier as time goes by."

Shamefully, your walls clenched from his words. He knows judging by how you bit your lip and shutting your eyes and grins at you. He knows how much you loved getting praised and told all the lewd things he wants to do to you.

"You'll be prettier with my cock stuffing inside you, won't you, baby? 

Hands trying to pry his stronger ones away so that you can hold him, hide on his skin and let him ravage you. He does however, using both his hands, he separated your arms and pins them at the side of your head and proceeds to attack your neck.

"Baby."

He cooes at the side of your skin, cock now lubed from his pre cum and yours with the tip just poking on your lower lips impatiently.

"Please..inside, Keiji, please."

Yours legs widened themselves, preparing for what you've both been wanting that evening. He laces his hands on yours, the position you now had more vulnerable for him and he wanted nothing more than to take you and make you feel protected and pleased.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

Lips pressing on your forehead as you relaxed on the sweet sensation, but as seconds went by, your body tensed when he entered the head of his cock in, inching slowly his hard length.

Akaashi's hands gripped yours harder when he feels your cunt fluttering and hugging his member tighter than he expected. His breating becoming ragged so he started leaving trail marks of love bites on your neck to calm the both of you down from the foreign feeling.

Each mark he gave came with a soft praise, telling you how good you were doing taking his cock perfectly and how beautiful you were breathless underneath him. He told you, you were doing a good job holding in and with that you let out a shaky breath before telling him he can move.

Thrusting out slowly, letting your juice slide freely on his cock before thrusting back in with force, enough for you to choke a moan. His hips taking their pace into what he knows is bearable for a first timer like you, but the way he was clenching his jaw tight indicates how much he wants to have his way and fuck you like he was on a rut. You were so tight and small compared to his impressive length that it was getting painful for him to be in a vice like grip down there.

It was a struggle to take him, but at the back of your head as you feel his cock move in and out of you felt so right, you wondered if it could be more pleasurable as it is. His face was alarming to you so you rubbed your thumb on his hand letting him pause and exhale harshly. He didn't know he was holding back so much to the point he forgot how to breathe.

"Are you okay?"

He panted above you as you stared in daze and in euphoria from being stuffed. Trying to stay grounded, you attempted to grind your hips to rile him up, only for him to growl and thrust in, forcing your hips down with a squeal from your lips.

"Don't do that."

"But you're struggling."

He breathes through his nose, he hates to admit it but he had to hold himself together not to take you like a freak in bed. He reminds himself that tonight was about you and only you. How wrong the words were of the people he's beaten for you.

"It's fine, I don't want to hurt you."

Nuzzling his nose on your cheek, he hums happily on your skin when you press your cheek in reply. As your eyes stared at each other, you knew how gentle your Keiji was with you. You knew he would never hurt you even if he could. He wasn't going to.

"Please Keiji."

Moaning wantonly when your shifted your hips in a good angle for his cock to thrust on, you looked at him with pleading eyes and drooling mouth.

"Please go harder."

Groaning on your skin, he thrusts in suddenly, lettinf your back arch once more as he placed his chin on your chest and licks his lips in hunger.

"You asked for it, baby girl."

The thrusts he was making was now audible inside your room; his balls slapping below your bum, your cunts lewd juices being messed up on both your bodies and your moans slowly becoming screams.

"KEIJI!!"

His mouth found their way back on your nipple, biting roughly and licking away the pain followed by a good sucking. Hips never faltering or holding back anymore and engulfs your shaking body.

"Fuckers were so wrong about you, love. Look at you,"

Your mouth was drooling from the side, hair messed up in display on the pillow that made  them look soft and angelic on you, eyes, your hands holding onto him tight with your body jiggling up everytime he thrusts in.

"You look absolutely ravaging."

He lets go of your other hand and places his on the back of your leg, hoisting it up and placing it on his shoulder, letting his cock piston deeper into you and making a mess out of you.

"I can't even move a lot from how small and tight your cunt is."

He laughs breathlessly as he aims to find your sweet spot again. You were trying to pull away from his hold but with your thigh up on his shoudler, you were stuck taking this all in like a good girl.

"I think I may be too lucky to have you in my life."

The tip of his cock was now kissing that spot that made you scream out in the blue, Akaashi cursed when your cunt clenched his raging member as he kept aiming at your precious spot.

"Fuck, do you like that, baby?"

"AHN— YES! PLEASE, PLEASE, I WANT TO CUM!"

Sobbing for the much needed orgasm, your body gives up and lets the male above you use it to please you both.

"Fuck, my hips can't stop."

He buries himself at the crook of your neck, moaning near your ear, edging you close to your release to the sound of him. He lets out small whimpers and groans, his cock twitching violently inside you with his thrusts losing their rhythm.

"Baby girl."

"KEIJI, SLOW DOWN! AHH— I'M GOING TO CUM!"

The heat in your stomach felt different from your previous orgasms. This felt hotter, tighter, and a whole lot messier. But Akaashi showed no mercy and carried on,

"Cum for me, baby."

The freed hand he had a minute ago now being a teasing bastard and rubbed your swollen clit. Pinching and rolling all four of his fingers on, making you scream and thrash. Panting with the thought of dying frkm the immense sex he was giving until the last line made you scream without a sound,

"I'm going to cum inside."

Your eyes rolled sinfully at the last line, your bodh ascending above not hearing Akaashi gasp from the way you came and groan as both his cock and abdomen get soaked from your cum and your stomach filled with his thick load and kept thrusting in a slower pace. Your cunt spasming on his member, milking him dry until you were taking all of his load in.

Exhausted, his body stills and lays a bit above you, not wanting to squish you with his member remaining inside you. Sniffles can be heard coming from you as you calmed down from your high, Akaashi stroking your hand that was still clamped on his and peppered you with small kisses and sweet confessions.

"You did so good."

"That's my baby."

"Always so beautiful even like this."

You other arm came and wrapped themselves on his neck, pulling close to you as you inhaled his masculine scent, anchoring you down back to earth before coming to realization on how damp your bottom was.

"I—"

"Squirted?"

Blushing, you buried your head on his neck followed by a laugh from your boyfriend, listening to you blabber multiple apologies.

"I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, I liked it," He captured your lips with kiss, kissing you lovingly and a little longer before pulling away only to give you small pecks repeatedly, "It was sexy."

"You sound so different when you use that word, Keiji.."

"But it's true."

He didn't bother pulling out after you pleaded him not to. Even if it was your first time, it was addicting to have something fill you up to the brim. It made you feel snug and full, and it felt right. Akaashi wasn't complaining on the cock warming, in fact he held you closer to his chest and twirled your hair nonetheless.

"You're really not what they describe you, love," he admires how the dim light from your room manages to create a good lighting that made your skin glow. The hairs that sticked to you forehead after the intimacy you both caught up made you look like a soft baby with eyes looking at him full of love,

"I can't even describe you anymore."

Your eyes trailed down to his wounded torso from his face. Even though he was tainted, Akaashi was sculptured beautifully like no other. But inside you prayed that he wouldn't go home another day with freshly opened wounds just to defend you as you traced your fingertips on each bruise and scar.

He spots on and grabs one of your hands and pulls it in for a kiss on the knuckles, "I promise, I won't make you worry anymore."

Smiling, you snuggled on his chest pleased and full of bliss, feeling his lips kissing the top of your head repeatedly and his arms hugging you closer to his body.

"Keiji?"

"Hm?"

Pressing your cheek on his chest, you looked up to him and asked, with a small tint of blush on your face in embarrassment, "Um..W-why did you you know...In me?"

For a second he blushes as well, but in the end he seemed to be smiling excitedly as you missed the way his eyes glanced somewhere down your stomach.

"So I can have another pretty baby to love."

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[itsmarieposa]

A Heartstopper Rant!

This contains minor to major spoilers by the way, so if you haven't watched or read it yet, then its best to keep scrolling and minding your own buzz. This is a lengthy one too so brace yourselves!

So... I just watched Heartstopper and finished reading the book, now while waiting for the updates of Volume 7 in webtoon, I decided to post a rant about Heartstopper because honestly, there is so much that I just want to say about the series.

First of all, I just want to say that Heartstopper is like being wrapped up in a warm blanket, having a hot chocolate, and being cozy and comfortable while the weather is cold or stormy. You know, those kind of days where you just want to feel comfortable? That's what Heartstopper is. I realized this while I was in the middle of episode 6, the scene where they're looking for Darcy and Tara and the gang barges into the door where they were locked in and then they ran cause they were late to the concert. All throughout the series, both the comics and the tv series was so warm and comforting and the reason for this is probably because it is really relatable. Come to think of it, a lot of what the characters did, we have done it too. Like when Nick was questioning his sexuality, so he ended up searching "am I gay?" on Google and I bet, if not all of us then at least a lot of us did it too. His confusion and frustrations was so relatable that I started tearing up too right as his tears fell down.

In my case, I really feel the struggle of Nick because I, too is feeling really confused about my sexuality. At the age of 15, I knew I wasn't straight. It felt weird to be labelled as "straight" or "heterosexual" because that didn't feel like me. I'm still confused to whether I am bisexual or pansexual, all I know is that I am not straight and me kissing girls and having been on a relationship with them and finding them hella attractive seals the deal. I still like boys but girls too. Which is why I hate that some people are mocking and laughing at that scene because that was such a heavy feeling. To be so confused and have no one to tell them what you are feeling so you resorted to the internet (which kinda helps tbh). Anyway, another relatable aspect is how Nick tends to "people please" like he can't say no and he cares too much about what other people thinks, a valid case is when he couldn't say no to Imogen's date because he didn't want her to feel bad and just as he was about to set things straight, her dog dies. I have a hard time saying no to people and wouldn't want to upset them so I really feel for Nick at this scene and others.

He really just radiates Golden Retriever vibes and I love how Kit Connor portrays Nick. At this point, Nick Nelson and Kit Connor are one and the same because you honestly just can't find the difference between the two. I am convinced he was born to play Nick and I am so happy and proud that he embodied the role. There could never be a Nick Nelson if it weren't for Kit Connor. I will literally fight you if you disagree.

Moving on, another person who is relatable is Charlie Spring. Honestly, I feel like I kin him. No joke, I feel connected to him more than anyone in the series and I think it has something to do with his mental health and how he carries himself. I'm not going to tackle his mental problems too much because I don't want this to end up sad and depressing, but I would like to touch up just how some particular scenes made me feel. An example is in the comics, wherein he overthinks why Nick is greeting him every time they passed by each other or when they are inside their form room. I feel for Charlie cause I would literally start overthinking why this popular rugby guy who's friends with some bullies is being nice to me, like is this some type of ploy? A joke? A prank? like isn't that something you would most likely do too? I swear, the minute I saw Charlie overthinking, I was like "oh crap! it's like another variant of myself!" and then I just watched and read as he continues to spiral into negativity especially in the other volumes and all I wanted to do was cry. I also felt for Charlie when he made out this scenario in his head about Nick confessing his feelings and I posted an Instagram story about it with the caption "same Charlie, same" cause I also create scenarios in my head like 24/7. It's quite comical and entertaining. So yeah, I kin Charlie Spring and I will protect and defend him until the end of times making sure that no one will hate on him. I'm trying to keep my Charlie rant brief so I might just make another blog post solely for him. He deserves it.

Let's not forget about the actor who brought Charlie Spring to life though. Joe Locke, if you ever end up reading this, you are an amazing person and no words could describe how much of an inspiration you have become. Like Joe's portrayal of Charlie Spring is just really amazing and great and show stopping and everything good basically. Just like Kit, I will fight you if you ever disrespect Joe. Literally, I would. I will smack you the way Tao smacked Harry with his beanie.

Speaking of Tao, I also relate to him. Not a surprise really, at this point I feel like I relate to all the characters (minus Ben and Harry cause fuck them). I don't relate to Tao a lot, but I do relate to his fear of being alone. I also have abandonment issues. I also relate to Elle because as we have seen it, she had a hard time making friends adjusting when she moved to Higgs. I also struggle to make friends when I'm at a new place, hence why I still have no friends at the place where I am currently living at :)

Although, I do have a bone to pick with the Netflix adaptation. It is obvious that they will change some parts of the story and add more stuff to it like them adding Imogen. What I don't understand though is them changing how Tao figures out that Nick and Charlie are dating. I really didn't like how he figures it out already since they only managed to say it during the Paris trip and for all of you who has read the comics, its kinda a long while till he figures it out. But I guess I can deal with that. What I am having a hard time dealing with is the fact that Elle practically snitched, telling Tao about Nick and Charlie. Like my girl Elle from the comics would never do that. Elle knows how to keep her promises and her mouth shut and considering what happened to Charlie with how he was outed, it really boggles my mind that Elle tells Tao about it without Charlie's knowledge or permission. Charlie already struggles from lack of control ever since the trauma that he got when he came out as gay without his consent. He didn't need that and it was out of character for Elle.

Despite those issues, I still enjoyed the Netflix adaptation and I really look forward to season 2. Call me dramatic but I instantly went to Google to ask "will there be season 2 of Heartstopper?" Yup, that series has officially taken over my life. Thank you Alice Oseman. If you haven't figured out, Alice Oseman is the person behind the great series, Heartstopper and she is brilliant, talented, and really amazing. I love her and I love all of the cast. Even the dog who played Nellie.

I really love Heartstopper. It has now been one of my comfort series ever since it came out and it's just refreshing to see a show about the LGBT+ community that isn't all sad and depressing, because not being straight isn't something bad. Just because you're gay, lesbian, pansexual, bisexual, or etc., doesn't mean it's the end of the world. In fact, it's really great to accept and to have finally figured out who we actually are because not a lot of us has the luxury of figuring out ourselves. Some of us, like me, is still a little lost and confused and that is the most frustrating thing ever. It really is. And of course, there would be the causes and the effects of coming out and it can be quite horrible and terrifying since there are a lot of judgmental and homophobic people, but I think the series made it a point to always mention either in words or just in actions that as long as you have those who supports you, they can be many or just one person, it's gonna be okay. We don't owe this people anything. To hell with what they say, we're living our lives and we are happy, they can shrivel up and turn to ashes. We are important, not them. They're just jealous cause we get to be happier and free with loving whoever the hell we want. At the end of the day, we all have someone to support us and that realization came from me watching and reading Heartstopper repeatedly.

It's comforting because it's relatable.

With that all said, thank you for reading my rant and I'll end one of my Heartstopper rants with the word:

"Hi!"

#heartstopper #kit connor #joe locke #nick and charlie #nick nelson #charlie spring #tao xu #elle argent #darcy olsson #tara jones #alice oseman

[ververa]

“You are enough”

CHAPTER 6 (part 2)

Ellie sighed as she cut the engine.

"Wake up, baby. We're at home" she caressed her cheek

Ronnie opened her eyes slowly. Her head was aching, but she smiled despite it when she saw Ellie's face.

"I'm sorry"

"It's okay. Let's get you inside"

With the psychiatrist's help Ronnie made it to their shared bedroom. Ellie had to almost dragged her, as she was too drunk and hurt after the fight.

"I'm sorry" she whispered again when the older woman helped her to lie in bed and took off her shoes

"Don't be" she smiled moving to remove Ronnie's jeans

"It wasn't suppose to be like that. I didn't mean to... I'm sorry" Ellie could see the tears in her eyes

"Hey. Don't cry. It's okay" she caressed her cheek and gently leaned in to peck the girl's lips

"I love you so much, Ellie" she said and the tears start falling

The girl sat up and waited for the woman to said something.

"Baby, you need to have some rest now. I'll take care of the wound, okay?" she wanted to stand up

"Don't go, please" she took her hand "Please, don't leave"

"I'm not leaving. Sweet girl, I need to take the kit from the bathroom. I'll be right back" she squeezed Ronnie's hand lightly

Ellie dressed the cut in the girl's forehead and discreetly examined the rest of her body, as she helped her to dress up. When they were both in their pajamas Ellie lay down and let the girl hug her. She was brushing her brown hair and whispering soothing words until the girl fell asleep.

Ellie though couldn't sleep. She was well aware that they'll have to talk next day – and the thought if it for some unknown reason scared her. Never before had she doubted the fact that Ronnie loved her, but at that moment...

She could still hear the words 'mother issue' and cannot stop thinking. What if that was the reason? She had never really though about it before, but after all that happened. It made sense, right? Cause what would be the other reason for a 22 years old girl to be with someone almost twice as old? Maybe that caveman was right. Maybe – just maybe – Ronnie was seeking someone more mature, because she missed the mother's figure? With that thought Ellie drifted off – exhausted and devastated.

_________

Next morning wasn't easier. The psychiatrist woke up as her alarm went off. She turned it off – not to wake the girl. She wanted her to rest as much as possible – especially after the fight she had the previous night – so she stood up careful.

Ellie took a day off, knowing that they need some more time to make things clear.

The psychiatrist was sitting in the kitchen – sipping her coffee and looking blankly at the table.

"Hi" Ronnie whispered standing in the kitchen's door

"Hi" Ellie said trying to smile, but failing miserably

The girl came closer and hugged to the woman

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Because you need to rest"

"Is this a coffee?" she looked at the cup that Ellie was holding

"Yes"

"Can I have some?"

Ellie moved the cup, so Ronnie could take it. The girl took a sip wincing, as the warm cup irritated her cut lip. The psychiatrist looked at her with a concer. She didn't notice it before.

"Let me see it"

"I'm fine. It's nothing" Ronnie assured

Ellie took her cup back and brought it to her lips

"You're really not. You're bleeding. I can taste your blood in my coffee. Come on, show it"

Ronnie sat on the chair next to her girlfriend and opened her mouth lightly.

"I still think that we should go to the hospital"

"There’s no need. I'll be fine"

"Will you tell me what happened?"

"Chris is just an arsehole"

"True, but his words wouldn't hit you if it won't be the truth"

Ronnie looked at the psychiatrist. The girl was confused

"What?"

"Nothing. We'll talk about it when you're okay"

"I am okay. But you're not..."

"I'm good" she stood up "Fucking great actually" she walked towards the sink to leave the rest of her coffee there

"Ellie?" the girl looked at her questioningly

"What?!"

"I should ask you the same. What's going on?" she wanted to stand up and hugged the other woman, but was too weak

Maybe not weak, but afraid. Afraid that she may push her away. Ellie had never acted like that. Was she mad at her for how much she had drunk? Or maybe because of that stupid fight? Was she upset?

"Ellie... I'm- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fight with him. I don't know why... I'm just sorry" she couldn't speak, as if something blocked her from inside

Again. It was like when she was younger – it used to happen when people were yelling at her or when some men touched her. And there she was – feeling so small and scared again. What if Ellie will leave her? And that's when the question was dropped

"Do you consider me as a mother figure?"

It hit her like a bomb. As if someone shoot her right in her chest – it stung. It hurt. She could feel the whole room spinning. The thought itself made her sick and the only thing she managed to say was a question

"What?"

"Are you trying to compensate yourself for not having a good relations with mother?! Is this the reason for you being with me?!" she questioned a little too loud than necessary

The more she asked the less Ronnie could hear.

"That's how mother issue works, you know" Ellie continued

It was as if Ronnie’s brain stopped working and blocked on the word mother. Mother issue – she was hearing it again and again in her head.

She stood up holding on to the chair – as everything was spinning.

"Ronnie?" Ellie looked at her with concern "Ronney? What's going on?" the psychiatrist was quickly right next to her, but it was too late

The girl collapsed – when her legs weren't able to hold her any more. She would probably crashed her head on the cold tiles if it hadn't been for Ellie. The woman caught her limp body and pulled her to herself

"Baby?! Ronney?! Hey! Hey, look at me"

The girl could hear only some indistinct words.

"Hey! Hey! I'm sorry. Baby, look at me. I'm here. Don't close your eyes. Fuck! Ronney! No, no, no"

It took a while before she was able to do it. And when she did her heart broke. Ellie was sitting on the floor holding her in her arms and crying.

"I..." the girl began

"Oh my god. Ronnie?! Sweetheart" she kissed her forehead

"Don't cry" she moved her hand to wipe away the tears "I... You're nothing like her"

"What?"

"Like Caroline. I hate her, but I love you" she whispered weakly "I'm sorry you heard what he said... I'm sorry I fought with him"

"I'm sorry I yelled. You scared me to death with that attack. Oh god" she hugged her tight

"El... Ellie?"

"W-what?" she sobbed

"You're not... I don't want you to replace my mother. You're nothing like her. And I don't want you to be like her. She was a monster... She... She destroyed..."

"I know baby. I know" she brushed the girl's hair

"You aren't... I don't..." it was her turn to cry "You're not a mother figure to me. You're my Ellie. The one and only... My beautiful Ellie"

The psychiatrist hold her close as her body was shaking because of sobs, which she couldn't control any more.

"Don't leave me..." she sobbed even more

"Shhh"

"Please. I'm sorry"

"No. I'm the one who should be sorry. I shouldn't have questioned it in the first place. Please, forgive me. I-I just fail to understand why you fought with him. And I thought... I don't know what I thought"

"Because" she sat up on the floor "He c-compared you to her. And you are nothing like that inconsiderate bitch"

Ellie looked at her. At that moment she thought that she love the girl even more – whichh she used to think was impossible.

"I love you. You're my brave girl. But"

Ronnie looked at her scared of what she was going to say

"Don't do this again. I don't know what I will do if something will happen to you" she kissed her deeply

#dr ellie staple #ellie staple #glass #youre enough #sorry if this is bad #my own character