#even less because he pOURED THE FUCKING JUICE OVER IT

[gglitch1dd]

Hiya my lovely!

I thought I'd come to the queen of KiriBaku to help me with a one-shot idea!

I've never requested a ABO fic before so I hope it's okay 😅

So Kiri and Bakugo have always loved the reader but never got a chance to tell her before she started dating, they still remain close but pine after their omega.

Cut to a few years later and the reader becomes pregnant but her current partner decides to be an a-hole and leave her.

The reader is distraught that her ex would leave her pregnant and alone and worried about how she'll manage to be a hero and a single mother.

Kiri and Bakugou won't stand for it and take her in and support her, there gonna be 4 times the father than that shitty alpha who left here was gonna be!

The Omega of their Dreams

Alpha KiriBaku x Omega Reader

Warning: Pregnancy, abandoning a partner, break up.

Katsuki stood scowling as he held onto his cup. Eijiro stood talking beside him to Sero as the two of them conversed about God knows what. Katsuki couldn't seem to care as he kept his crimson eyes stuck on you like he did every time he was in the same vicinity as you.

You stood next to your Alpha that you had been in a relationship with for two years. You stood at his side like a beaming beacon of light. A lot of the other Omegas crowding around you because you had the most beautiful scent in the entire pack especially now, with your growing belly carrying the pup of that jackass.

Katsuki wanted to kill himself when he heard that you were pregnant by that asshole that was nothing compared to one of the Alphas in Pack A let alone Katsuki himself or his Prime example of an Alpha and partner, Eijiro. They didn't deserve to have been able to touch your body nevertheless impregnant your perfect fertile ideal body that was meant for the best and nothing less.

Katsuki would wholeheartedly rather see you with any Alpha in his pack, even fucking Deku if it meant you would stay in the pack and not move with that idiot.

Now if you were to ask them how exactly they knew they wanted you, neither would be able to give a straight serious answer as to how. Maybe it was the way you smiled, maybe it was your sweet scent that somehow didn't disgust Bakugou as much as every other Omega's seemed inadequate. Maybe it was how much smaller you were than the two of them, how sweetly and warmly you would treat them.

The two Alphas had imprinted on you almost instantaneously and you found yourself part of their dynamic trio. Which is exactly why they were so possessive of you.

You stood there, radiant as ever, your scent wafting away from you smelling like the sweetest and calming thing in the world that even kept Katsuki's rising anger in check. You held your stomach over your maternity dress, smiling and giggling as you stood next to your Alpha. You looked gorgeous. Like a beautiful star that deserved to be hailed in the sky.

Eijiro was right. You did look gorgeous pregnant.

"Katsuki." The sound of his name pulled him out of his thoughts as he looked up at Eijiro. The redheaded Alpha looked down at him with a sympathetic look. He felt the exact same but he was Head Alpha, he had to put on a front. he had to be better. He mustered up a smile as he motioned to the empty glass in his hand. "Mind getting me a refill?"

Katsuki didn't answer as he took the glass with a grunt. Despite his aggressive nature, Katsuki was the bottom of their relationship and practically idolised Eijiro as his Alpha and as Head Alpha. As partner of the leader of their pack it was his job to make sure that Eijiro succeeded in everything and anything that he did for the betterment of the pack. Which is a job that Katsuki took deathly seriously.

Katsuki took the glass as he walked to his kitchen. He grabbed orange juice from the fridge, knowing that Eijiro wouldn't want to drink more alcohol than he already had tonight. Just as he finished pouring into Eijiro's glass,

"Mind pouring me some?" You asked as you waddled in with a smile.

The blond Alpha watched you for a moment before grunting out a nod. No Alpha could refuse a pregnant Omega's request especially when said Omega was you. "You should be sitting down, 'Mega." He told you as he fetched you a cup.

You chuckled as you moved closer to him. "I'm not helpless, Katsuki." You reminded him as you waddled over to him. However in the same breath, you let out sigh at the strain.

Katsuki couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle at your waddling. He couldn't deny that that was the best part of your current state. The constant waddling everywhere. He pushed your cup towards you.

You let out a grateful chirp making him stiffen for a moment. He watched you as you drank from your cup grateful for something to drink.

Katsuki swallowed down hard, looking down for a moment. "Just know that..." You looked up at the blond Alpha for a moment as he stood holding Eijiro's glass with a tight white knuckled grip. "We'll always be here for you, even though you're now part of their pack and shit." He let out with a low grumble.

At the sight of him, you couldn't help but soften your expression. Katsuki always cared so much but he just never showed it so blatantly. You giggled as you waddled over to him. You put a hand to his arm as you looked up at him. You smiled at him with a giggle. "I'll be fine Katsuki." You assured him.

But you weren't fine.

Because not even a two weeks later there was a knock at the Bakushima household.

Katsuki sat on the couch with Eijiro's arm wrapped around him. The two of them looked back towards the entrance hallway. Eijiro placed a kiss on his forehead before moving up onto his feet. "I'll get it babe." He assured his blond husband as he moved his hands into his sweatpants. "It's probably just Denki asking to borrow salt or something."

"It wouldn't be the first time." Katsuki scoffed.

The comment made Eijiro laugh as he moved to the door. The shirtless redhead opened the door. Standing outside the door was you. You stood outside with tear marks on your cheeks as you flicked your eyes up to him. Your eyes were glossy as you kept one hand on your stomach.

Eijiro perked up immediately. "Y/N! What- what happened?" He asked as he automatically moved to take you by your arms and escort you inside away from the cold. He closed the door behind you but looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows confused as to why you were here.

You starred up at your Eijiro. An Alpha that never failed to love you and take care of you. Just at the sight of his face you broke into a gut wrenching sob as you couldn't carry your own weight anymore. Eijiro quickly caught you in his arms, holding you up bridal style easily.

"Y/N! Y/N!" You were sobbing in his arms, burying your face in his neck. Eijiro could smell that you were about to drop. You were so close to dropping and that would have horrific consequences in your current state. "Y/N! Y/N, listen to me! Omega, breathe for me." He ordered as he moved you to have your face buried in his neck to smell his scent. Katsuki came running into the entranceway, his crimson eyes growing largely at the sight of you in Eijiro's arms. Before he could even comment or ask, Eijiro turned to him. Worry and fear in his eyes but masked by a controlled face. "Katsuki, call Melissa immediately!" He moved quickly to go upstairs. "We can't let the stress force her into an early labour."

Eijiro had rushed you upstairs to their bedroom, surrounding you in warm blankets and keeping you comfortable. He sat down with you, shushing you sweetly as he comforted you. It didn't even take Katsuki five minutes before he was there with the both of you, waiting on Melissa.

Melissa, after treating you, deemed you fine as she put away her things and left once more. All the pack doctor advised was that you were not to be put under anymore stress.

It was another thirty minutes before Eijiro and Katsuki decided to talk to you. Eijiro moved back to sit behind you, holding you in his arms and leaned against his large bare chest. You were silent as you leaned against him, Katsuki sitting on the edge of the bed near the both of you.

You closed your eyes as you leaned back against the warm Prime Alpha behind you. "I-" Your voice broke as you tried to control yourself. You swallowed down hard as you looked up at him. "I'm so sorry to do this to you. I-"

You were interrupted by deep rumbles from his chest as he moved to nudge your head softly with his chin. He moved one hand to your baby bump making you suck in a breath. His large hand moved to gentle rub circles over your stomach, calming you down at his loving touch. You looked up to him to see his face was set to something filled with almost adoration and wonder.

Eijiro had barely allowed himself to touch you while you were pregnant. He felt as though he couldn't do that with your Alpha around, it would look rude. But now? When you were sitting in his arms, in his den, with his mate?

Eijiro's rumble grew louder as he felt your stomach, a gentle kick hitting at his hand. A low chuckle came from his mouth. "Look at that... a strong little tyke." He whispered lowly. You felt the grip he had on your body grow stronger. The feeling of his large hand on you made you suck in a breath. It felt nice. You let out a low purr, heat moving up your face. You looked back up at him. "I knew you would look gorgeous pregnant." His low voice rumbled out making you have to swallow down hard, your scent growing heavy with a sharp pang of arousal. You couldn't help it when your emotions were all over the place right now.

Katsuki watched the smitten look on his mate's face, silently. Eijiro had always wanted pups, he had always been a family man. Katsuki knew this from the moment he met the Kirishima family. The sheer size of his family and the amount of love and respect that brimmed from that family was enough to confirm that Eijiro was indeed everything family orientated and more.

He didn't know it but, Katsuki knew how much it affected him. How much Eijiro's Alpha ached for an Omega to submit to him, to cherish him, for him to breed full of pups and be the loving dam to them. Katsuki knew how much Eijiro's eyes would just beam with adoration at young pups that would just surround him.

It sometimes drove Katsuki close to a panic attack at the beginning of their relationship when he realised he could never give Eijiro that. He could never hold a pup within him nor could he ever complete that innate part of their biology that was needed to compliment a Prime Alpha.

But... but you could.

Katsuki put a hand to your hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles, pulling you out of your head. "Y/N... what happened?" He asked lowly, now that Eijiro had calmed you down.

You didn't answer immediately as you took a shaky breath. You looked down at your stomach with a shaky smile. "They... they left me." You whispered. At that, both Alphas went stiff. "We were moving to his new pack but they... their pack rejected me. They didn't even try to defend me, it was as if they knew all along that this would happen. I didn't know where to go. How could they do this to me?" You let out with soft crippled chirps. "My poor pup will grow up without a sire, without a pack."

"No-."

"What-"

Eijiro moved your head to look up at him, his hand moving to grip your jaw. He looked down at you with a hard expression. "You are come back to our pack, you will stay with Katsuki and I. We will look after you and your pup." He proclaimed making your eyes go wide.

"B-but..." You turned to look at Katsuki before looking back at Eijiro. "I... I couldn't do that to you. I-"

"Omega." Katsuki took both your hands and held them in his hands. "Eijiro wouldn't be offering if we never wanted you in our care, in our lives." He saw the hesitation on your face. It made Katsuki release a low growl with an annoyed look. "Just say yes you stupid Omega."

You couldn't help but giggle as you rested your head on Eijiro's shoulder. "Okay. Thank you."

It was actually easy to say that Pack A had never been more happy to have you back and to know you were back to stay. You had never been more spoiled by anyone than by Eijiro and Katsuki. They had a whole nursery done for you connected to the room you were given, but if you were honest, you were never sleeping there. It felt too empty. You always found yourself in their bed, tangled up in their protective arms.

Your belly grew an so did the affections and gifts you were showered in. Although you weren't sure whether you were so ready to so quickly return their blatant affections, you didn't reject them. You loved them, on the contrary. Always had and always will.

Sooner than later, you found yourself in labour. With the pack Omegas there to help you, it seemed just a tad bit easier. However that didn't stop the big hulking Alphas not to be stressed out of their mind.

"What if they die!?"

Midoriya chuckled as he sat down on the couch with his phone in hand. "They are not going to die, Kacchan. Have a bit of faith."

Katsuki let out a low growl as he paced back and fourth trying to calm himself down but it seemed futile. Eijiro was mostly silent as he sat with a bouncing leg and the most stressed out look on his face.

A door was opened from upstairs. A set of heavy footsteps were heard until finally Denki appeared at the stairs. "Eijiro!" He called.

Immediately both the large redheaded Alpha as well as his blond mate stood up and ran over to him. The two Alphas ran up the stairs in haste, worry in their eyebrows and stress in their shoulders as they raced towards the nesting room. Denki had left the door open so they just ran inside.

"Oh look at the cute little thing."

"So cute."

"She looks just like you."

You looked up to Katsuki and Eijiro with a happy look, tears in your eyes. You motioned for the two Alphas to come closer to you. They were slow this time, almost scared that they would do something wrong. You held a bundle in your arms that was squealing and making noises as the both of you were pampered and taken care of by Omegas.

You chuckled as you looked up at them. "Alphas! Look at her." You let out excitedly. A little girl. A little girl that looked just like you, as healthy as a horse.

Eijiro and Katsuki stood at your side, looking down at the little pup. So small. So precious. Although they didn't say it, they both agreed.

That that was their little girl. That little pup was theirs.

And so were you.

-Glitch1d

[Sorry this took so long but I hope you loved it @honeybeebuns]

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gone too long

Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader

Prompt: Masturbation

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, some angst (im sorry), masturbation, pillow humping, panty sniffing, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 3.2k

A/N: probably too long and emotional for kinktober but its my first time so bear with me please

You’ve been away for almost a week now. Steven tried to be good, he tried but it’s been so hard without you. He goes to bed alone, hard, surrounded by your scent and wakes up the same way.

He spends hours in the night writhing around in bed. He can’t sleep anymore, you always used to get him off after he came home from work and again before bed to help him sleep but now he just spends his time missing you, squeezing his throbbing cock, and crying for you as he palms himself to the edge of orgasm, unallowed to get himself over the edge.

He wakes up in more pain than when he went to sleep. His dreams are all about you, some sexual, some domestic, but they all make him hard. He cries for you some more before starting a painfully cold shower and setting off for the day. 

 If you were coming home tomorrow it’d be a different story. Steven would’ve stayed good, he would’ve waited for you, but he’s had a particularly hard day today, and amid all the commotion he forgot that you wouldn’t be there to comfort him. He’s thinking about you the entire bus ride home but it never clicks. He thinks about how he’ll stop you from cooking and order takeout, he’ll ask you to ride him as you guys wait, he’ll make sure you take it slow, savoring the way you guys feel together, how your bodies mold into one another perfectly. 

He fattens up in his pants as he unlocks the front door, he swears he can hear the TV on inside. He thinks about how you’ll tell him all about whatever new show you’ve found while he undresses you. 

He’s met with the most hollow feeling when he opens his door and reality stabs straight into his heart. 

Tears well in his eyes as he takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He keeps breathing slowly as he takes his shoes off, and as he puts his coat up. He starts breathing out through his mouth when the hollow feeling doesn’t leave, he keeps it up as he unpacks his bag, setting everything back in its proper place for the weekend, and he starts up a pot of tea. It’s all futile though, because his tears come pouring out the moment he sits on the bed, your faint scent gets pushed out of the cushioning and the hollow feeling becomes part of his bones. 

He can’t even function for the rest of the night, he turns the stove off through his watery gaze and buries himself in the blankets. Surrounding himself in your scent as he cries himself to sleep. 

He’s soft and sensitive when he wakes up, a state you know how to handle perfectly. But you’re not home. He has his usual morning delirium as he reaches out for you, reality slapping him as he feels your cold side of the bed. 

He rolls over onto his stomach, burying his face in your pillow- the only thing on the bed that still smells like you. 

Three more days. 

His cock is already twitching against the mattress as he huffs your scent, he whines at the stimulation. He wants to be a good boy. You asked him to wait for you, you said he could touch himself but you wanted his balls full for you. But you must not have understood how hard this would be for him. His hips are already grinding into the mattress. 

She won’t find out. Can’t. She’s not here.

He reaches out blindly for your side dresser, knowing you keep spare underwear in there. He feels something a bit hard and his head raises quickly to see what it is. His cock spasms at the sight. 

His mind flashes back to two weeks ago. One night, you and Marc were a little too drunk and way too needy. He pulled your panties to the side, fucked you, and let you soak it in your juices as he came over your stomach. He was too tired to clean you up so Steven took over after Marc fell asleep. You were sleeping so in an attempt to cause less of a commotion he just threw your panties in this drawer. He must’ve forgotten to get rid of it. 

Fuck. 

His hand is shaking as he brings it up to his face. There are dried white streaks of your arousal running all over the crotch, a small circle of it from where your pussy cried for him. He can’t help but moan at the sight and brings the fabric to his nose. It still smells like you, like her. His tongue is darting out to taste it before his brain has even finished processing your smell. His cock spurts out loads of pre-cum into his briefs as he starts to thrust against the bed again. He pushes your pillow down to his crotch with one hand as the other holds your old, dried panties to his face.

He feels so dirty as he does this, almost disgusted with himself but pleasure clouds his mind over as he feels the softness of your pillow on his pulsing dick. It’s comparable to how your pussy feels to him, not as warm and nowhere near as wet but just as soft.

He’s face first on the bed, your panties directly over his face the way your pussy would be, his tongue prodding at where your pretty little hole should be. He’s groaning out your name in half sobs, wishing you were here, wishing you were the one touching him because as good as this all feels… you still feel so much better. 

He feels the molten pleasure work its way up his spine, he feels his balls begin to throb with the load they’ve prepared. He feels it coming, he can feel how much there’ll be and a pang of guilt that he’s not saving it for you. He knows how much you love when he fills you up, how whiny you get when you’re packed full of his load, how you mutter his name on repeat, begging him to fill you up. 

But the thought just works him further to the edge, he can feel his muscles tighten as his dick starts to pulse, he feels relief just out of reach, and a small guilty smile spreads over his face at how good this is going to feel. His mind races through scenes of you, unable to choose one to cum to, your name rests on the tip of his tongue as his hips stutter into the pillow one last time before

nothing happens.

He can feel his orgasm at the tip of his cock, right there and he wants you. He forms scene after scene in his head of how many different ways you’ll touch him when you get back. He thinks about how many times you’ll make him cum, how you’ll coo over his overfilled, swollen balls, how you’ll apologize to him as you fuck him into oblivion but nothing gets close to how he feels when your hands are on him. He needs you.

The realization is accompanied by a teary whimper of your name into the pillow.

The teary whimper is followed by an angelic sound of “Steven?”

His head snaps up and he’s scrambling out of bed before he can rationalize the fact that you’re not supposed to be home for another four days. 

But you’re actually here. 

You’re smiling at him as you place your coat on the rack, your boots already off and eyebrows raised as you wait for him to make his way over to you. He’s standing in the doorway frozen. He thinks he’s lost it, that he was right, all these days without you did drive him insane. 

I told her this would happen. 

His eyes well with tears as he tries to will himself to see the truth. His fists are bunching at his sides, angry at the hope he felt when he thought he heard you calling his name, having already been riled up at his futile attempt at relief. 

You’re growing concerned under his indecipherable stare. “Steven?” He gasps and his eyes widen. You approach him slowly and cautiously, worried at this odd reaction. He takes a hesitant step toward you and gasps at the small amused smile that blooms on your lips. 

“Are you okay, Stevie? I wanted to surprise you but you seem-” You pause to look him up and down, finally taking him all in and noticing the bulge and wet patch in his pants. Your expression changes from shock to sultry disappointment. “You seem like you’ve been bad.”

His eyes are still wide and watery. “Are you really here?”

Your mask drops with a sad smile. “Of course I am, baby. Did you miss me that much?” He envelopes you in a hug, burying his face in your neck, inhaling your scent with a shaky groan. 

“I m-missed you so much. I’ve been good.” He’s already got that distant, airy, aroused tone as he speaks. “I didn’t cum. I- ” He’s started to grind against you already, his bulge pressing itself into your thigh over and over as he grips your shoulders. He’s moved to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your conditioner. “I wanted to- I tried.” 

His voice breaks at the end and you can’t stand it anymore. You grab the hair on the back of his head and roughly work him to your lips, relishing in the loud moan that breaks from his throat as your lips meet his. He’s trying to lick into your mouth immediately and you let him, you’ve missed the way he tastes. Only, when his tongue presses into yours, he tastes different… something familiar but it’s not him. You pull away confused and Steven’s lips chase yours with a whine. You have to hold his face away from yours to get his attention. 

“Steven, what is that?” He’s too delirious to understand what you’re asking, he just tilts his head like a puppy. You try not to let your endearment show through, attempting to be stern. “What’s that taste?” You can see his recognition flash over his face as he realizes what you’re asking but he starts shaking his head slowly and pulling you back in. “It’s just you, darling.”

You let him kiss you as you process, his words paired with the vaguely familiar taste let it click. You’re moaning into his mouth and pressing your thigh back into his weeping cock, earning a grateful moan from him. 

You walk him back to the bedroom desperately. You’ve been yearning for him as much as he has for you. You spent nights rolling around in bed, clit pulsing for him, unsatisfied with your ministrations. You tried fingering yourself but your fingers were nowhere near as long or as thick as his, you couldn’t hit the same spots he could. You tried. You push him onto the bed with a grunt and notice a pair of undies where your pillow should be. Confusion flies over your face before you look back at Steven, noticing his red face.

‘I tried’ 

The memory of what Steven said earlier finally makes sense to you. It also explained his desperate, disheveled state, why he was leaking and yearning for you. 

Arousal shoots between your legs like a jolt of electricity as you picture the scene; Steven grinding against- your pillow it seems- as he sniffed and licked at your panties. 

That’s why my taste was on his tongue…

Steven’s face is still burning red, looking anywhere but at you, as his hips uncontrollably twitch up for you, it brings a fond smile to your face. You take off your pants, matching him in your bottoms, and place yourself on his clothed bulge with a moan. You meant to tease him but it was already affecting you more than you anticipated. His hips are already thrusting into yours, his hands on your hips to hold you- press you down into him. He’s moaning out for you, whining about how good you feel but still trying to hide his face in his shoulder.

You give in and swivel your hips against him, earning a whole new level of volume from Steven. His hands aren’t just resting on your hips, they’re running all over your body wildly, grabbing and groping anything he comes across. You lean down to his ear and begin your questioning.

“So what are m- shit. What are my panties d-doing over here, S-Steven?” His name accidentally comes out as a moan as he drags your clit right over the tip of his dick. He’s not even looking at you, his eyes are fixed on where he’s rubbing you against himself, the way his tip dips into your soft skin and leaves streaks of his pre all along the fabric. His jaw is dropped open and little pants make their way past his wet lips. 

You can see this feral look in his eyes that you’ve never witnessed. He’s told you drunkenly how badly he craves you but you’ve never actually seen it, you’ve never really believed him. Like this, though? You can see what he was talking about. You can tell that he’s zeroed in on how good you’re making him feel, you don’t think he even heard you, too entranced with how he’s moving you along his cock. 

Your pussy clenches at the thought and he can feel it. He falls back against the bed with a groan before propping himself up on his elbows to pull you both back against the headboard. He whimpers at the momentary loss of friction but smiles once he can collapse onto the board while still staring at you. His hands come back to grip your hips, upset that you’ve stopped moving your hips without his help but you stop him. You lean forward on him, pressing most of your weight on his tip, he gasps and grips your arms with a moan. “Please! Oh Gods-”

You silence him with a short kiss, pulling away before he’s satisfied. He starts to mumble pleas to you again but your finger is pressed into his lips, he licks them, tasting your finger in the process and moaning at the taste of your skin. “Stevie…” You pause and he sighs at the sound of his name on your lips. “Did you use my underwear to get off?”

His eyes widen and dart to where they lay, exposed on the bed. You feel his cock twitch under you and you have to bite your lip to hold in a whine at the way it rubbed over your clit. He’s embarrased but turned on at the fact that he thought you’d never find out but you still did. The way that he could never hide anything from you, the way you don’t seem upset at the fact you caught him.

“I needed you so b- bad an’ you- an’ everything smells like you. I- I’m sorry.” He drops his head onto your shoulder as his hips slowly grind into you. “ ‘M sorry, alrigh’?” His accent gets heavier as he grinds into you more deliberately. “I just- I jus’ -oh I needed you so b-bad.” He whimpers into your neck, trying to muffle himself in there. You’re lost in the feeling, in his words as he humps his cock into you. He’s kissing along your neck, sometimes just licking at your sweat and moaning at the taste. His hips were starting to twitch and stutter into yours, his moans pitched up and his hands began to bruise into your skin. “I’m-”

You lift off of him. “No- Wh-y? P-please.” You ignore his plea and pull your shirt and underwear off as he scrambles to do the same. “Are we gonna-?” You smile at him softly and prepare for your confession. 

“I couldn’t get off without you, Steven.” You shift your weight nervously as he just stares at you. “I- My fingers aren’t enough anymore.” You whine at him and his cock jumps, leaking onto the sheets as he reaches out for you. He pulls you into a kiss and fumbles to take your bra off. He lets you climb over him again and moans into your mouth as you line him up with your soaked hole. “Put it in. Put it in- shit. P- put- ” He’s cut off by both your moans as you sink onto him. 

“Fuck I can t-tell your- fuck.” He whines out as you as you squeeze around him. “Your little fingers aren’t enough t’properly stretch you f’me hm?” His eyes roll back and his eyebrows draw inward as you grind onto his cock. You try to keep a steady pace but his tip is slamming right into your G-Spot, pressing into it no matter what he does, no matter how you move. Your legs give out halfway through a thrust and your body slams down onto him. He groans your name and hugs your body close, planting his feet on the mattress and fucking into you slowly.

“S’it too much?” You moan his name into his ear and his cock jumps inside you. “Fuck I’m-mm” His words get drawn into a whine as his thrusts slowly lose rhythm. Your pussy begins to clench on him, arousal coiling in your stomach at the telltale signs that he’s gonna cum. Steven’s hand comes to cradle your head into his neck, stoking your hair softly and whispering soft assurances and begs for you to cum around him. 

“‘M right here. I’ll take care of ‘ye, keep you nice an’ safe. C’mon. Give it t-to me.” Your orgasm explodes inside you like a solar flare. It bursts in your stomach and ripples throughout your whole body, moans are shoved from your mouth, almost deafening Steven with their volume and pitch but they only push him over the edge. His cock twitches violently inside you before releasing a torrent of cum. He tries to stay semi-calm as his orgasm crashes over him, his stomach won’t stop tensing under you and his mouth can’t shut. He can’t hold any of his moans in as his balls empty themselves inside you. 

He feels like it’ll never end, he’s at his peak for what feels like years. He can hear you distantly whining about how full you feel, about how much he’s filling you up. His hips have a mind of their own as he ruts into you pathetically, doing anything he can to prolong his euphoric high. He feels tears spring to his eyes, unable to believe that you could make him feel so good. He feels your lips over his mouth that’s propped open on a silent moan. He’s panting out whines down your throat as you whisper praises to him.

“W- It won’t stop. It- f-feels so go-od” He’s gasping at you as he speaks, his entire body shaking as his cock spurts out more ropes into you. You’re leaking all over his thighs, unable to hold all the cum he’s pumping into you. He moans out your name one last time before his body goes limp, and his cock finally stops spitting into you. He’s incoherent for quite some time, fading in and out of consciousness. 

He always whines out for you when he wakes up, sniffing and huffing until some part of you comes in contact with him. Once it does he’s pulling you into a crushing hug and doesn’t let go for at least another hour.

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Batting Practice Part 11 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: The group outing for pizza leaves Bradley thinking about a life he never knew he wanted, and it makes going away for the week even harder. You offer to fill in as assistant coach for the week, and Bradley finds that extremely attractive. Then a very revealing phone call has Bradley ready to make you his.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst, swearing

Length: 4400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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When Bradley parked at the pizza place, his body was still humming from your touch, and he was beyond irritated about having to go up to Lemoore. All he really wanted to do was let his baser instincts take over and finally get you alone again and get his hands all over you this weekend. 

But he also wanted to stay the night and have you sleep in his arms. He wanted to make you breakfast the next morning, and go to the park with you and Ev again. He wanted to do everything, and it was unfamiliar territory. If nothing else, maybe finally getting that physical intimacy with you would make everything else his heart was feeling make a little more sense. Or at least be less scary.

He followed you and Everett inside the packed restaurant with his hand at your lower back. Bradley was afraid his grin would be permanently stuck on his face at the sight of your son clutching tightly to his stuffed Phanatic. After Bradley had witnessed Everett in tears earlier in the week because of Danny, he just wanted to do something special for the kid. 

"Over here!" Molly called, and as she popped up out of her chair, Bradley couldn't help but notice that she had her hand resting on Bob's shoulder. And that Bob was looking at her longingly. Of course Molly was pretty; she looked like Kitten. But Bradley knew Bob pretty well by now, and he knew Bob would never be interested in a woman only based on her physical appearance. So there was definitely something else drawing him to her. 

"Only four chairs?" you asked as the three of you neared the table. 

"Yeah, it's packed in here. We're lucky we even got a table," Molly confirmed. "Ev can just take turns sitting on our laps, and I get him first!"

Bradley pulled out one of the remaining chairs for you, and then he sat across from Bob. "What kind of pizza do you want, Ev?" he asked while Molly blew a raspberry on her nephew's neck. 

"Cheese!" he squealed in response. Bradley could feel your hand come to rest on his thigh, the warmth permeating the gym shorts he was wearing. When the waiter finally came over, Bradley listened to you order an extra large cheese pizza and breadsticks along with a pitcher of beer for the adults and an apple juice for Everett. 

"Hey, Coach Bob, do you like the Phillies, too?" Everett asked, still hugging his newest possession. 

"I'm a Colorado Rockies fan," Bob replied, smiling at Everett. 

He seemed to accept that answer, but then his brow scrunched up. "No offense, but I'm happy my mom likes Coach Bradley, because the Phillies are cooler than the Rockies."

You and Molly were both nearly erupting with silent laughter, and Bradley could not contain his grin.

"That's okay," Bob agreed with a laugh. "I'm happy your mom likes Coach Bradley, too. It's not easy, but somebody has to do it."

"Low blow," Bradley groaned, turning to look at you. You let your hand inch higher on his leg. 

You just shrugged and smiled at him. "It's not that terrible."

Bradley kept both hands on the table and tried to hide his smirk as you rubbed your palm against his inner thigh. When the drinks arrived, Bob poured everyone a beer, and Bradley drank half of his in one go. You were teasing him. You did it all the time, and you were fucking good at it. 

"Kitten," he rasped when your fingers grazed his cock, and he knew if you kept this up, it would be a problem.

"Hmm?" you hummed, looking at him like the picture of innocence. He glanced across the table to see that Bob and Everett were playing tic tac toe on the paper tablecloth with crayons. 

Bradley leaned down and kissed you softly and then pressed his lips to your ear. "You need to be a good girl until I can get you alone for a few hours. Then you can be as poorly behaved as you want, Kitten."

You moaned. You actually fucking moaned, and now Bradley was a little hard. "Okay, Coach."

Fuck. The things he wanted to do to you, if you let him. He shouldn't be thinking about this during dinner with them right across the table, but he was. He was thinking about his lips all over you. He was thinking about covering your mouth with his hand to keep you quiet as you screamed for him. He was thinking about how hard you made him when you came apart on his lap in the front seat of the Bronco with your nipple in his mouth. 

Everett bounded around the table when the pizza arrived, and Bradley had to start serving everyone so Ev would choose your lap instead of his. He took a few deep breaths and even cut Everett's slice in half to make it easier for him to eat. 

When he had everything under control again, he took a bite of his slice of pizza and looked around the table. You were telling Molly and Bob about something that happened to you at work, and Everett was drawing the Phillies P on the table covering while he nibbled on his food. This was nice. Bradley really liked this. Throw Nat into the mix, and this could become something he would enjoy doing every week. 

After a while, Everett ended up sitting on Bradley's lap, and he got everyone to agree to order chocolate chip cookies for dessert. Bradley ate a cookie while he tried his best to draw the Phanatic on the tablecloth while Everett held the stuffed one for him to look at. 

"Coach!" he said with a laugh. "You drew his face all crooked! He looks silly!"

"You know what, how about I stick to showing you pitches instead of drawing for you," Bradley said while he tickled Everett's sides and made him laugh harder. 

"Everett, tell him to join the Navy rec league for baseball," Bob said, and Bradley noticed that he had his arm draped across the back of Molly's chair. "Then you can watch him and I play all summer."

Everett's eyes went wide. "You could be a pitcher! Or a shortstop!"

"Yeah, we would let him pick whichever position he wanted to play," Bob added, goading Everett on.

Bradley smiled at Everett. "Would that be fun for you? Coming to games with your mom? And maybe your Aunt Molly, too?" Bradley raised his eyebrow at Molly who was now leaning into Bob just the slightest bit as she ate a cookie.

"Yes! Mom, can we go watch Coach Bradley and Coach Bob play baseball in the summer?" 

You leaned over and kissed his forehead. "Sure, Ev. If they play, we can go."

Bradley decided he would join the rec league.

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You watched Bradley and Bob split the bill, and no matter how much you and Molly complained, they would not let either of you pay. Molly was leaning across Bob, trying to take his wallet out of his hand, and you couldn't remember seeing her smile this much around anyone she dated before. And Bob was just as bad, if not worse. His cheeks had been tinged with a little bit of pink all night, and anytime she looked at him for more than a few seconds, the shade of pink got darker. 

"Thanks for dinner," you told Bradley and Bob. "We appreciate it."

"No problem," Bradley replied, scooping Everett up for a piggyback ride out to your car. Your heart was melting. You would be a puddle of goo soon if he kept this up. He was somehow making you fall for him through his interactions with Ev.

"I'll call you tomorrow," you told your sister in the darkening parking lot as she and Bob both headed for her car, since she conveniently drove him to the restaurant. 

Then you caught up with Bradley when he was next to your car, and you heard Everett asking him, "Hey, Coach Bradley?"

"Kiddo, you don't have to call me Coach unless we're at tee ball."

"You don't like being called Coach?"

"No, I do. But you can just call me Bradley if you want to."

Everett was already so attached to him, and you wanted him in every way imaginable. 

"Okay, Bradley. Will you come to career day at my school and talk about being a pilot?" Everett said before climbing in the backseat. "You're allowed to bring two people, and Aunt Molly has to work and my mom has a boring job."

"Hey!" you complained, also kind of surprised Ev was inviting Bradley to come without mentioning it to you first.

"You do, Mom," Everett added, turning to you. 

Bradley cleared his throat and patted him on the head. "Sure, kiddo. If you want me there, I'll come."

It was that simple. You couldn't believe it. You could have spent weeks arguing with Danny about it without anything coming to fruition, but Bradley was willing to go after being asked once.

"Cool! It's on a Wednesday!" he said, hugging the Phanatic as he climbed in the car. You closed the door, and before Bradley could say anything, you had your fingers in his hair and your lips on his. 

You kissed him hard, pushing him up against your car door. His hands found your hips, and he spread his legs apart a bit, pulling you flush against him. You swiped your tongue against his lips before backing away. "We can't," you whispered, and both of you were already panting a little bit.

"I know, Kitten," he groaned. "But tell me when we can."

You bit your lip as he pushed himself away from your car door and opened it for you. "I'll miss you while you're away," you told him, and now Bradley was pressing his lips softly on your cheek. 

"I'll miss you, too."

You slid into your car seat, and then Bradley dipped his head down. 

"You have a good game on Saturday, okay kiddo? I won't be there, but maybe your mom can send me some pictures. Make me proud."

"Okay, Coach. I mean Bradley," Everett replied, and you let your lips graze Bradley's jaw before he stood to his full height. He ran his knuckles along your neck and then closed your door without another word. 

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While Bradley was away, you texted each other when you could, but you knew he was busy. But knowing you wouldn't get to see him at Saturday's game and maybe a few practices as well, had you feeling like something was missing. And unfortunately, you got cornered in your office by Frank on Friday afternoon. 

He let himself in when he knocked, and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes. "Frank," you said blandly. "How can I help you?"

"I just wanted to see how you are. See if you're free this weekend and maybe want to come over."

You just blinked at him in silence. You had not approached him one time in weeks, so you had no idea why he thought you might want to spend time with him outside of work again. 

"I'm busy."

"Oh, okay. With your kid? Or are you seeing that other guy?"

Now you really did roll your eyes. "With my kid, Frank. Always busy with my kid."

"Right, okay."

Then he slowly left your office, pulling the door softly shut behind him. You needed a spa night. Between Danny and Frank this past week, you just needed a few hours alone. After Ev was in bed tonight, that's what you would do. If Molly hadn't picked up another shift at the hospital, you would have invited her over for sheet masks, wine and popcorn. 

Instead, after your son was in bed, you ended up tipsy, sitting on your bathroom floor with a bottle of wine while you texted Bradley and gave yourself a facial. 

Bradley Bradshaw: I keep thinking about getting you alone. It's making flying a little uncomfortable.

You were squealing with delight every time he responded to you with a flirty text. And when he sent his final text for the night, you were already getting excited.

Bradley Bradshaw: Make some time for a phone call with me on Sunday night, Kitten?

Duh. You'd give him your whole night after Ev went to sleep. You added a little reminder to your calendar, already looking forward to hearing Bradley's deep voice while you were laying in your bed. 

After you set your phone down, you ended up finishing the bottle of wine, and you were exhausted on Saturday morning when it was time to get up for the tee ball game. You did make sure to get to the field a few minutes early with Everett though, just in case Bob needed help with anything before the game started.

"You're a lifesaver," he told you, handing you his clipboard. "Can you read down the list and check everything off for me?"

"Sure," you replied, following him as he set up cones. When you go to the bottom of the list, you asked him, "Did you remember to text the parent who volunteered to bring the snack?"

Bob groaned as he set down the last base marker. "No. Bradley usually does that the night before, and I promised him I would remember to take care of it this week."

"That's okay," you told him quickly. "I have bags of goldfish crackers in my trunk as an emergency backup plan."

Bob looked so relieved as he said, "You're the best Team Mom in the history of Team Moms."

You giggled and he smiled at you. "So, I talked to Molly a little bit this morning."

"Really?" he asked, picking up the tote bag of balls and looking at you like he was hanging on your every word now. 

"Mmhmm. She's kind of wondering why you haven't asked her out yet. She gave you her number. And it's been two days."

He was so flustered, he dropped the bag, sending balls rolling in every direction. He scrambled to pick them up, and you knelt to help him. "Does she really want to go on a date with me? Like just me and her?" he asked quietly, and you couldn't help but smile at his rosy cheeks. He was adorable. 

"Yes, Bob. Probably more than one."

He stood gaping at you until the umpire walked over and started asking him questions. "Tiny Eagles. And who is your assistant coach for the day?" he asked, and Bob turned toward you with a look of panic on his face. 

You took a deep breath and watched as Everett tossed a ball back and forth with Amber. If there needed to be another coach, you supposed you could take on Bradley's job, too. "I am."

"Excellent," replied the umpire before rounding up the coaches for the Tiny Ravens. 

"Bob, I'm actually kind of useless at tee ball and baseball," you quickly admitted with a grimace.

But he just laughed. "Bradley told me you know everything now. And that you can hit a slow pitch like a pro. You'll be fine." You felt all flushed and couldn't stop grinning when you thought about him saying that stuff to Bob. "Here, let's send him a selfie," Bob said as he tossed his arm around you and snapped a photo of you and him wearing matching whistles. 

"You should send it to Molly, too," you told him, and he ran his hand nervously up and down the back of his neck.

The umpire blew his whistle, and you gathered up all of the kids. Bob talked you through everything he needed help with, and you thought you actually did a pretty great job. The Tiny Eagles even managed to pull out another win.

"Undefeated!" you cheered when Everett gave you a hug. "You were so good, sweetie!"

"I miss Coach Bradley," he said with a frown. "Will they still let him win coach of the year if he missed a game?"

You missed him, too. And Everett was so attached to him. "I think so."

Bob came over and gave Everett and the other kids high fives before they all ran off to the benches. You watched Everett change his shoes as Bob thanked you over and over again. 

"I don't mind helping out. Honestly, you did most of the work, but I can help at practices this week if Bradley still hasn't returned."

"I appreciate that," Bob said, but when you turned to walk away, he called your name. "I'm going to text Molly," he told you, and he already had a lovesick look in his eyes. "Does she have a favorite kind of food? And a favorite type of flower?"

You pressed your lips together to keep from screaming. "Sushi. And those really ugly multicolored carnations." 

"Thanks," he said before taking out his phone.

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Bradley was lounging in his tiny bunk on Sunday evening after dinner. He wasn't really being given too much down time, and he'd had a long day, but he was patiently waiting for you to call him. 

Next time Mav tried to tell he had to go to some pointless training classes, he was going to tell him to find someone else. He missed his bed, and he missed you and Everett. And he was still pissed off that he missed the game yesterday. Bob had sent him a photo of the two of you at the field. And when he heard that you had filled in as coach while he was away, Bradley got a little turned on. He liked to think that you knew more about baseball now because of him. He was itching to take you back to the batting cages again. Maybe have sex in the Bronco afterwards. 

You were all he could think about right now. He nearly dropped his phone on his face when he saw your name and photo flash on his screen when you called.

"Kitten."

"Bradley," you replied, your voice soft and sweet in his ear. "Miss you."

He closed his eyes and imagined what you looked like right now. "I miss you too, Kitten. How was your first time coaching? Bob is probably planning on firing me and keeping you instead."

Your soft giggle filled him up. "I don't know about that. But it was fun! And of course the team won, so you're still undefeated. Could you imagine if they lost on my watch?"

"I would never let you live it down. I'd still be telling you about it ten years from now," he said before realizing the implications of that particular sentence. 

"That's a long time from now, Coach," you said softly. "How's Lemoore treating you?"

He sighed at the change of subject. "It's awfully boring. There are absolutely no Kittens here teasing me."

"That's a real shame. You wouldn't believe how many other people I've had to tease this weekend in your absence."

He weighed your words and your teasing tone. "I hope you're joking, Kitten. I was hoping I could be your only ball of yarn."

You were quiet for a beat. "I'd like that," you whispered, your voice sounding soft and a little desperate. "When are you coming back?"

He groaned. "I'm not sure. Hopefully I won't have to miss another game, but I will probably miss the practices this week."

"I already told Bob I can fill in for you. I just wish I had a Phillies cap that I could wear backwards. Nobody would be able to tell the difference."

Bradley laughed. "You going to wear that tight skirt this week? Might make practice a little hard for you." Honestly, the hardest thing around for miles when you were wearing that skirt was Bradley's dick, but he didn't think he should tell you that right now.

"You really like that skirt, don't you?"

"Hell yes. I like looking at you in it. And I like thinking about you in it."

"Oh?" Your voice was so teasing, Bradley couldn't handle it. 

"Where are you right now, Kitten?" he asked, and he let his hand come to rest on his abs. 

"Well, I was in bed," you replied, and he heard some rustling noises. "But now I'm on a bit of a mission."

He almost groaned at the thought of you in your bed. "What kind of mission?"

You laughed softly through the phone. "One that you're going to enjoy, I think."

"What does it have to do with?"

You hummed, and Bradley thought he heard a zipper. "How about I just show you?"

And then you were texting him some photos. Of you. Wearing your tight skirt and a black bra. You were standing in front of your full length mirror, smirking with your unmade bed behind you. 

"Kitten," Bradley groaned, letting his right hand move a little closer to his own zipper. "Fuck."

"Oh wait, I have one more to send you," you whispered.

"I don't know if I can handle it, baby," Bradley grunted, running his fingers along his stiffening cock through his pants. 

"Mmm, just try for me." Then you sent him a photo in which you had removed your bra. Your arm and hand were strategically placed so he was treated to the barest tease of your nipples, but now he was sitting up in the tiny bed gaping at his phone. 

"Kitten. What do I need to do for you to send me just one more?"

"You want one more, Coach?" you asked in a singsong voice that had him throbbing for you as he unzipped his pants. 

"Think you can send me one without your arm covering your pretty tits? It was dark in the Bronco last weekend. I know how good they taste, but I'd love to get a better look."

You moaned into the phone, and he was ready to beg for you to send it. "Okay," you said breathlessly, and Bradley waited until another text came through.

"Goddamn, Kitten," he growled when he was finally staring at your bare beasts and half lidded eyes. "They look as good as they taste."

"Bradley," you gasped. "Are you in bed?"

He took a deep breath and eased himself back against his pillow. "I sure am."

"I wish I was with you."

"Fuck, baby. I mean, it's a twin bed, but we could probably do some damage here." You were moaning again when he asked, "Are you climbing back in your bed?"

"Yeah."

"Did you take your skirt off?"

"Yeah."

"Good girl." And then he was reaching into his unzipped pants and underwear and palming his length. As a series of soft mewls met his ears, he had to bite his lip.

"Bradley. I'm touching myself." 

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You were lounging on your mess of soft bedding, and Bradley was calling you a good girl. You tried your best not to moan too loudly into the phone, but Bradley's raspy, deep voice was making you wild inside. Every word he uttered was going right to your core, and his reaction to your photos made you so wet. 

But you wanted him to know. You wanted him to think about your wet fingers swirling around your clit.

"Bradley. I'm touching myself."

You heard him swallow and take a deep breath. "Me too, Kitten. I'm looking at your photos and thinking about you grinding against my leg."

"Oh that was so hot," you muttered, remembering just how good it felt when you came in his Bronco. If you'd had another fifteen minutes together, you were sure he could have made you cum a second time. 

You dipped your fingers down until you were fucking yourself with them as he told you, "I am so hard for you. Thinking about everything I want to do to you."

"Are you still touching yourself?" you asked, gasping as you dragged your moisture back up to your clit. 

"Yeah. I'm gonna cum soon, too," he said, his voice deeper now. You could picture his huge hands, and now you were whining, imagining him touching you instead. 

"Coach, I'm thinking about how big your hands are." 

"You know what else is big?" he grunted.

You tilted your head back and moaned his name before you saw your phone screen illuminate with a photo. It was Bradley's hand wrapped around his cock. He was huge and veiny with a swollen, red tip. The photo he sent you last weekend where he was grabbing himself through his underwear didn't do him justice. Your mouth was watering just looking at it, saliva pooling at the back of your tongue at the mere thought of how he'd fill your mouth. 

"I wish you were in my mouth!" Your voice was high pitched and breathy. And each stroke of your fingers along your clit had you close to orgasm while you looked at the photo.

"Fuck," he groaned, and you could hear the little sounds he was making at the back of his throat. "Now I'm thinking about you sucking me off."

"I can't wait to taste you."

"I can't wait to touch you everywhere, Kitten."

"I need you to fuck me, Bradley."

"You can have anything you want."

You whined his name over and over as your pussy clenched around your fingers. "Oh god," you moaned as your back arched off your bed. "Bradley."

"Fuck!" he growled, and you could hear his short breaths and imagine his hand pumping his length. 

You thought about catching his cum on your tongue. Or maybe you said it out loud as you came down from your high. Because now he was groaning, "I'll cum in your mouth. All over that pretty face." 

And then the sound of his orgasm washed over you, and it was enough to make you feel warm everywhere. He was saying your name. Groaning it. 

When he started to get a little quieter, you whispered, "When you get back, Bradley, I need you."

"Kitten. I'll take care of everything you need."

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I can't wait until he's back in San Diego! Ahhh! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

PART 12

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Starstruck 🕷️

in which miguel is a famous singer that bumped into you, you only knowing who he is because your sister is in love with him

w/c: 11.4K

pairing:famous!miguel x latina!reader

tags: you despise his ass so bad, your sister is a borderline stalker, she makes you tag along to find him, he accidentally knocks you out, 18+ smut. journey starts after that, you forcibly follow him around, change of heart, making out, fingering

notes: this is one of my personal favs bc I loved starstruck the movie by disney sm, just made it mexican/latine 🫶🏼

"I just love Miguel O'Hara." I heard my sister say when I walked into the living room, staring dreamily at the tv.

I widened my eyes and felt one of them twitch, is this girl serious? Again?

I rolled my eyes and walked in front of the tv standing there on purpose, earning myself an immediate yell and groan, "Y/n!!!"

"Oh perdón Saraí, am I blocking your view of what's his name?" I say and give her a fake pout as her face distorts in pure annoyance. Score. (Sorry)

"Mhmm," she mumbles with a nod and continues, "Entonces muévete o yo te muevo hermanita." she warns and I just roll my eyes and walk into the kitchen. (So move or I'll move you little sister)

Just then our parents walk in, my dad with our suitcases and my mom with some laundry she'd just done. "Ya agarren sus maletas." My dad said making me sigh. (Come grab your suitcases)

"Vengan agarrar su ropa para empacar." My mom calls out placing the laundry basket next to Saraí. (Come grab your clothes to pack)

"Nos vamos al aeropuerto mañana después de que salgan de sus clases." She adds making Saraí squeal, hurting my poor ears. (We're leaving to the airport tomorrow after you guys get out of your classes)

I open the fridge and take out the carton of orange juice, placing it on the counter then walking over and open the cabinet, grabbing a glass. I freeze watching Saraí take out my clothes and make faces at them. This girl-

"In less than twenty-four hours I'll be in California where Miguel lives!!!" She says excitedly making me raise an eyebrow.

I walk back to the counter and pour myself a glass. I take a sip while Saraí just keeps going, "what if he picks me up at the airport-"

I burst out laughing, the juice immediately spilling all over the place while I quickly shut my mouth and wipe the remnants off the side of my face. "Bitch why the fuck would he do that?!?" I say after calming down still giggling to myself.

She quickly turns to me and glares, "I'm like his number one fan, I follow all his accounts, listen to every single song and keep track of everything he's doing on his blog." I blink at how absolutely insane my sister sounds when she adds, "Te aseguró, el me quiere conocer." (I assure you, he wants to meet me)

Just then my mom walks in behind me and I turn to her desperately, "ya es muy tarde para ser la única hija?" (Is it too late to be the only daughter?)

"Si." She says not even turning to look at me. (Yes)

"Entonces por favor me puedo quedar?" I plead and she finally looks up from her phone. (So can I please stay home)

"No."

"Porque?" (Why?)

"Porque tu abuela no te ha visto en dos años y estás son tus vacaciones." She says and brings a hand up to my cheek.

My dad walks in and chuckles at my sad state, "y que jovencita va reclamar de ir a California?" He says and laughs. (And what young woman is going to complain about going to California?)

I sigh and shake my head, "pero tiene que ser con ella." (but it has to be with her)

Suddenly Saraí shushes all of us and leans in, her eyes wide as she turns the volume up on the Mexican news channel talking about this man.

I walk behind her and cross my arms against the chest watching the fucking news segment this dude got after getting awards at the Latin American Music Awards. There he was carrying four awards in his arms as he was giving a speech on the red carpet.

"Les quiero decir muchas gracias a los fans que me han apoyado durante toda mi carrera, los amo mucho." He says and shines a bright smile directly into the camera. (I just wanna say thank you to all the fans that have supported me throughout my whole career, I love you so much)

"Es tan increíble." Sara sighs and smiles up at the tv. (He's so incredible)

"Definitivamente no es increíble." I say and shake my head. (He definitely is not incredible)

"Um claro que si lo es, y si tu lo conocías como yo lo conozco, no dirías eso." She says turning her head to look at me. (Um of course he is, and if you knew him like I knew him, you wouldn't say that)

"Estas loca? Vivimos en Michigan, tu no lo conoces." I spit out and roll my eyes. This bitch is crazy. (Are you crazy? We live in Michigan, you do not know him)

"Pero lo se, yo sé todo sobre el." She says facing back to the tv. (But I do know, I know everything about him)

"I know where he works, eats, shops, surfs, and parties." She says and sinks into the couch.

I groan and walk out of the living room heading to my room, she's going to be so insufferable.

It was the next day and I was stood by Saraí and her friend, Lina as I was telling her about going to the campus-wide dance one of the fraternities was holding soon. She laughed in my face and shook her head, "No estas invitada hermana." (You're not invited sister)

"Como que no- it's a campus-wide dance." I say and roll my eyes. (What do you mean-)

"Y tu no bailas- qué vergüenza." She says and elbows Lina. (And you don't dance- how embarrassing)

"You won't have to worry about that, I'll just be there to write for the school newspaper..." I tell her and roll my eyes.

"Oh..." She says and I chuckle. Bet she feels somewhat bad now.

"Oh vas a llevar tu cámara contigo a California?" Lina asks and Saraí turns her attention to her. (Oh are you gonna take your camera with you to California?)

"Lina, por supuesto que me lo voy a llevar." She says and grins. (Of course I'm going to take it)

"Porque todavía necesitamos más fotos de Miguel...." Lina says taking out a fucking scrapbook with a picture of said man and I feel my eye twitching again. (Because we still need more pictures of Miguel...)

Are all the girls insane???

"Hablando, caminando, cantando, bailando, moviéndose, respirando... todo posible." She adds and I was just dumbfounded. (Talking, walking, singing, dancing, moving, breathing. Anything possible)

They are insane.

"Porque están tan obsesionadas con este tipo?" I ask and they both immediately turned to look at me in disgust. (Why are you both so obsessed with this guy?)

"Este tipo?!?!" Lina exclaims, her eyebrows knitted in a deep cut glare at me. (This guy?!?!)

"Mhm. Ahora ves con que vivo." Saraí retorts and rolls her eyes at me. (Now you see with what I have I live with)

"Pobre de ti." Lina mutters making me laugh. (Poor you)

Saraí turns to me and gives me a smile, "Hermanita cuando estemos en California, tu puedes jugar lotería con abuela, pero yo voy a conocer a Miguel O'Hara." (Little sister when we're in California, you can play bingo with grandma, but I'm going to meet Miguel O'Hara.)

"Y cómo estás planeando hacer eso?" I ask and chuckle. (And how are you planning on doing that?)

Suddenly Lina opens the scrapbook and in the first pages is filled with notes, scribbles, hearts. "Pues hemos trazado cada uno de sus movimientos durante los últimos dieciocho meses." She says, acting as if this isn't the most psychotic thing ever imaginable. (Well we've traced every one of his movements for the past eighteen months)

"Yo sé cuándo y dónde es probable que esté cada segundo de cada día." Saraí says too casually. (I know when and where he's likely to be every second of every day)

"About the time we'll be leaving for LA, he'll be having his daily meeting with his managers." She says and they both sigh looking off into the distance. Freaks.

"Do not fucking tell me you brought homework to California-" Saraí says looking at me dumb-smacked.

"No- I am reading, you should try it some time." I tell her and snort.

"I read-"

"These-" I start and turn behind me to grab one of her hundreds of magazines, "are fucking pictures, this doesn't count."

She gasps and quickly smacks my hand away, grabbing her magazine back. She gives me a glare and then looks out to the parking lot, impatiently tapping her foot on the ground. "Why are they dragging ass-"

"Ugh just get me a car so I can go meet Miguel O'Hara!!" She squeals and I look behind her and shrug.

"You can't drive." I say and she scoffs.

"Yes I can, I have my license dumbass." She snorts and I shake my head.

"No you can't, sign!" I say and point behind her.

She turns around and reads the sign that says you have to be at least 25 to rent a car from the specific rental we were by. And so sad she barely turned 23 a few months ago.... "What?"

"How am I meant to go out and about-"

"Y hacer que?" My dad asks, as he and my mom walk towards us. (And do what?)

"Llevar a mi hermanita de turismo!!" She says and quickly walks over to me and wraps an arm around my shoulder. (Take my little sister sightseeing!!)

"Creo que tu abuela tiene un carro que te puede prestar." He says and she lets go of me and sighs. (I think your grandma has a car you can borrow)

"Gracias a Dios." She mutters making me snicker. (Thank god)

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We arrived at my grandma's house and right as my dad parked my mom took off her seat left and got out of the car because grandma was on step stools cutting off leaves off a hedge which of course put mom on edge.

We all followed with her besides Saraí staying in the car, and grandma came down with the help of a man we haven't seen before. "Mija cálmate estoy bien-" (calm down I'm okay)

My mom stood behind her watching her as the man helped her down, "Héctor me estaba ayudando!" She says with a wide smile as she gives my mom a hug. (Héctor was helping me!)

When grandma pulled away my mom just gave her a look and she just innocently smiled then went on to give my dad a hug. I walk over to her and immediately go in for a hug, "Abuela te extrañe!!" I say and squeeze her gently. (Grandma I missed you!)

She hugs me back then pulls away bringing a hand up to my cheek, lightly pinching. "Yo también te extrañe mi angelita." She says and grins. (I missed you too my little angel)

She then turns to Saraí admiring grandma's 2012 baby pink Volkswagen Beetle. "Saraí la puedes usar cuando gustes." Grandma tells her making Saraí just nervously laugh. (You can use her whenever you'd like)

"No me van a encontrar muerta en esta cosa-" she says and groans, almost throwing a hissy fit. (You wont catch me dead in this thing)

"Entonces nos vas acompañar a jugar lotería?" I joke and she glared at me but it had grandma giggling. (So does that mean you'll be joining us to play bingo?)

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I walked into the room Saraí was sleeping in because grandma was saying she was pacing too much. "Abue dice que te calmes, que vas hacer un agujero en el piso." I say and she stops to look at me with crazy eyes. (Grandma says to calm down, that you're gonna make a hole on the floor)

"I just got off the phone with Lina who saw a tweet about a blog account who got a text about Miguel O'Hara. He's singing at Lyla's birthday party. I have to go-" she rants and I blink. Who the fuck is Lyla- actually it's better I don't ask...

"Good luck convincing mom and dad." I say and walk away from her doorway.

"Come with me." She says and I turn back around.

I scoff and shake my head, leaning against the doorway staring at her not a slightest bit shocked. "No."

"Si tu vas conmigo me van a dejar ir!!" She says and and I roll my eyes. (If you go with me they'll let me go!!)

"Y yo para que quiero ir-" I say then stop, "ya me hartaste de tu mentado Miguel O'Hara-" (And why would I wanna go? You've made me tired of your mentioned Miguel O'Hara-)

"I'll shut up."

"What?"

"If you come with me and I meet Miguel, I'll shut up about him.... For the rest of our trip." She pleads and I bite my lip.

"Mejor por el resto de tu vida." I mutter and she looks at me expectantly. (better yet for the rest of your life)

"Please."

"Fine."

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She drove us down to apparently some popular club Miguel was at and I really couldn't believe my older sister had stalker tendencies like this. It was absurd.

But not as absurd as fucking parking where it clearly says no parking zone. "Dude can you really not read??!?" I ask and she waved me off as she slipped out of the drivers seat and into the back to change.

"It's fine. If one person is in the car it isn't even parking it's just waiting." She says and I roll my eyes.

"Just get behind the wheel!!" She demands and i scoff.

I do so anyway and carefully maneuver to the drivers seat while she's singing to a song on the radio. God her not talking about him for the rest of the trip is not going to be enough-

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We hear a loud car engine and she quickly popped up from the back seat and looked over to the entrance. She gasps and quickly straps her heel on. "It's him!"

She quickly opens the door and gets out slamming it shut before opening it up again and peeps her head through. "Just stay here! Don't move a muscle." She says blowing me a kiss then slams the door shut again.

I hear her squeal and watch as she walks across the street to the front of the club. She walks over to some guy kissing his cheeks then poses for some cameras. Oh god-

I slap my hand over my forehead cringing at the sight then see as she tugs him away inside, but she didn't even have to wait in line so maybe this won't take so long....

A brunette following close behind them with an annoyed look on her face. I sigh and turn my body towards the steering wheel and changing the radio stations to not have to hear that man's voice.

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I look down at my phone and realize it's midnight and I've been sitting here waiting like a fucking fool for half an hour. I groan and grab my bag, I turn the car off and take the keys out. I open the door and get out, gently closing the door then lock it. I'll just quickly find her and we can go back home.

I get to the sidewalk and swing my bag over my shoulder as I make my way to the stoplight. I walk over to the street where the club was and mentally wish I hadn't agreed to this. The line was so long.

I get to the street where the back of the line was and roll my eyes. There has to be another entrance.

I make my way past the people and walk towards an alleyway right next to the club. Surely there's another entrance here.

I walk in the middle of the alley my eyes searching for a door when I finally spot one. I go to open it when the door hits me and I fall back onto my ass. "Fuck-" I groan and hold onto my head.

"Did I just hit you?" A voice asks and I roll my eyes.

"Nahhh the door hit me by itself." I respond sarcastically and roll my eyes.

"This is not good." The guy muttered and i scoff.

"For you or for me? Because right now this feels worse for me." I snap and rub my head slowly. Shit, that was gonna leave a mark.

"This is really not good." He mutters making me furrow my eyes in confusion.

Then the realization hit.

"Wait...."

"You're Mig-" I start then a hand is covering my mouth before I can even finish.

"I will give you merch and tickets to my next concert if you don't scream my name-"

I shove his hand away from me and scoff. "I don't want any of that shit-"

He lifts his hands up in defense and cocks an eyebrow up. "Okay.. I need to get you to a doctor...." He mumbled just then we hear a car engine and he carefully helps me up.

He then goes down and grabs my phone and keys before grabbing my hand. "What about Saraí-" I mumble and widen my eyes realizing I just left her.

"Whose Saraí?"

"My sister- she's in the club." I say and curse under my breath. She's gonna be so mad.

He holds my hand and leads me towards the car where a man gets out of the car and walks over to us, "Miguel what did you do-"

"Just help now and I'll tell you later Peter." Miguel tells Peter and lets me go.

Peter puts his hand behind my back leading me to the passenger seat and helps me inside the car. He leans down to look at Miguel and I just look back and forth between both men. "Who is this?" Peter asks confused wanting some kind of clarity.

"Seatbelt." Miguel looks to me and Peter hands it to me while Miguel places my things on my lap.

"Y/n." I say and take the seatbelt and buckle it.

"Pues mucho gusto conocerte." He says and I roll my eyes. (Well nice to meet you)

"Ningún gusto para mi." I mutter and Peter snickers to my right. This white man understands Spanish? (It's not nice for me) 

I look at Miguel and he just gives me a smile, his teeth were a bit crooked but very white. The crookedness was kinda cute-

Wait- what the fuck am I thinking?!

Then I feel my stomach gurgle and I widen my eyes, "I don't feel too good..."

"Don't puke on May I just got her fixed up!!" Peter says and I nod.

"Okay." I mumble then lean over to the side and puke my guts out.

After my stomach was emptied my throat felt so patchy and disgusting and I sat back up onto the seat and leaned against the head rest. "Not my favorite converse!!!" Peter groans and I feel bad but physically feel off.

"I'll get you new ones- close the door-" Miguel says and Peter complains some more but closes the door.

"Keys." He says and I hand them to him.

"Make sure her sister Saraí get home okay." Miguel tells Peter and hands him the keys to my grandma's car. Oh fuck-

"Don't tell anyone about this." He tells him and Peter waves him off look down at the mess on his shoes.

"What's she look like? What's she wearing?" He asks and I cough.

"Uhh like an older version of me... except with dark red hair and she's wearing a.... Mm oh dark purple dress." I say almost forgetting what she wore as if she wasn't making me look at every outfit she wanted to wear.

"What did she dress up as Starfire on purpose?" He joked and I chuckle.

"I should've made her wear green instead for Poison Ivy-" I say letting out a laugh then Miguel interrupts and turns the car on.

"Just find her and make sure she gets home, please." He tells Peter and then drives away.

We got to a nearby hospital unseen which I guess was good for Miguel. I was sat in a bed looking at a light the doctor was making me follow. I looked at it left and right then she pulled away. "The scans came out fine and you look good to go." She says and gives me a smile.

"So she's okay?" Miguel peeps his head through the door and the doctor scolds at him.

"Out."

He closes the door and the doctor proceeds to tell me I don't have a concussion which was a surprise to me considering I was hit on the head with a fucking door.

"Then why'd I throw up?" I ask and the doctor chuckles.

"Maybe something you ate earlier," she says then quickly adds, "or maybe just meeting this latoso." (Annoying fuck)

I laugh then close my mouth when Miguel pops in and glares at the doctor. I mean it shouldn't be normal that a doctor talks shit like this but I couldn't help but find it funny... plus was she really wrong.. "you have to know each other right? No way a doctor would just talk about someone like this." I say and laugh as Miguel walks in with his hands on his hips.

"My brother's wife." Miguel says and smiles.

"So I can go now...."

"Yes just make sure to ice it until you get home." She says and I nod.

She hands me an ice pack, smiles and excuses herself when Miguel's phone rings. And he just lets it ring. "No vas a contestar o que...." (So you're not gonna answer or what....)

Then he walks out leaving the door ajar and answers the call. I sigh and look down at the floor while I leave the ice pack on my head. How did this end up happening to me of all people?

Suddenly I see the doctor come back through the little window on the door and I see her telling Miguel something. That we can't leave because there's guys with cameras in the lobby...

How the fuck does a hospital just let those people come inside......

Then they start talking about a switcharoo and I sigh. This was going to be such a long night.

They ended up doing the swap and we ended up with a rusty car that had us bumping up and down with every movement. And with every time he'd stop, our bodies would move forehead then harshly back. I groaned when my head hit the head rest and Miguel coughs. "It's not so bad..."

"Don't fucking lie." I say and laugh.

"Just listen to the engine it's fucked." I mutter, staying quiet to hear the rumbling.

"We'll be fine." He says and takes a hand off the wheel to wave me off.

Then there's a loud bang, almost sounding like a gunshot making me yell and hit my elbow. "Chingesumadre-" I groan and bite my lip. (Motherfucker)

"Cálmate!" (Calm down)

"No me digas que me calme- ya llévame a mi casa!" I whine and groan. (Don't tell me to calm down- just take me home!)

"Okay!!" I exclaim and smack his arm with my left hand.

"Que te pasa?!?" He yells and I roll my eyes. (What is wrong with you?!?)

"Nomas quiero ir a casa y ya!!" I whine and he groans. (I just wanna go home and that's it!!)

"I'll take you there!!" He says then quietly adds, "soon enough..."

"What are we doing here?!?" I ask and he holds a finger to my lips for a second then grabs my hand leading me up the stairs.

"Oh so now you're hiding me-"

"Yes I am! Do you wanna be tomorrows main event for Univision?!?" He mutters and I groan following him up.

"Well no-"

"Pues para con tus berrinches y sube." He demands but I just comply. (Stop throwing a fit and go up)

We go up like three floors worth of stairs and we finally reach the top, "big ass house." I mutter making him chuckle.

He leads me to a bedroom and opens the door before letting me go inside. I sigh and go in, admiring the tall ceiling, color scheme, and decor for only a few seconds before I turn to look at him. "Be my guest- Ahorita vengo." He says and walks a step back then turns to look at me. (I'll be right back)

"Just stay put." He says and I roll my eyes.

I bring my hands up to my chest and fold my hands as if they're paws, "woof."

He groans and walks away closing the door behind him leaving me alone in this big guest bedroom. I shake my head in disbelief that this is my life and not my sister's. I didn't ask for this.

I sit down on the bed and put the ice pack on the bedside table. I then lay back on the bed, having my feet hang off the bed to not dirty these probably expensive comforter and blankets. I sink my head into the cloud like pillow and sigh.

Left alone with my thoughts I realize he didn't seem like an asshole or like he was acting a certain way for the tabloids, he seemed somewhat normal. Empathic, somewhat funny. And even I couldn't deny how gorgeous he was but with all the nonstop chatter Saraí has blabbed on about him for months on end I didn't wanna hear or see anything about him again.

At least after he takes me home...

He had the prettiest smile and thank god I had the urge to throw up before I let myself melt into his gaze earlier. God that would've been so embarrassing for me.

And his eyes.

Brown eyes but up close and in the light there were specs of light brown. Almost like a pool of honey. So warm and pretty.

Suddenly I hear some cheers and take notice there's a balcony door. I shrug and get up and walk over to it. Might as well.

I open it and walk out to the small patio and look down at what looks to be a party.... With Miguel sitting down in front of the pool playing the guitar. I was high up but because the crowd was so silent I was able to hear his voice clearly.

I mean deep down I knew I liked a few of his songs, hell maybe even had one or two saved in some playlist but actually hearing his voice, singing without a microphone or him wearing ear pieces to hear himself- it was mind blowing how he was able to sound almost identical.

Besides the occasional breeze rattling the trees making it harder for me to hear him. It sounded like he was singing the chorus and I lean against the railing and listen closely.

Love dovey lyrics, soft tone, nice strums of his guitar. Not too bad.

Suddenly he looks up at me and gives me that smile after finish the chorus, I try to ignore the way my stomach was doing flips and give him the smallest smile possible.

He looks away from me and back to the crowd making me let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding. I calm myself down as his strumming slows down and he hits the final note, instantly earning himself an applause.

I take that as my sign and I walk out of the patio and into the bedroom. I quickly fix the bed then walk out and head towards the stairs. I go down the stairs fast and careful, and after a good minute I made it to the main floor but there's already lots of people all around and mostly by the front door.

I freeze and look to my right to see a side door so I hope for the best and walk towards it. I open the door and slide in unnoticed only to be met with a garage and five different cars. Damn.

I sigh and walk in front of the cars not even sure how I'll get home. Lord this was such a long night-

Suddenly the door opens and I prepare for the worst which it was, being Miguel. God now he's gonna be thinking I was trying to be nosy on purpose...

"A donde vas?" He asks walking in and shutting the door shut behind him. (Where are you going?)

"A la casa? I think I've overcome my stay." I say and shrug. (Home?)

And I really don't want to explain all of this to my family...

"Alright pick a car." He says and motions to his variety of cars.

I scoff and roll my eyes then turn my head to the last car, a red supra. It looked gorgeous.

Well since he was offering...

I hear him laugh and I stride over to the car. I made my way to the passenger seat and I couldn't believe I was going to ride in a car like this... I mean me of all people?

He unlocks the car and I carefully open the door then hop in. The interior was so nice to look at and it even smelled nice, maybe it was new. I'm sure Saraí would know..

He hops in and turns the car on, revving the engine a little making my eyes go wide. Damn.

I didn't know too much about cars but I knew if they looked sexy on the outside and sounded like that then they were definitely good.

He opens the garage and asks me for the address which I happily tell him to get there as fast as possible but he said he wasn't planning on driving fast, which I thought defeated the purpose of practically having a race car but he said it was because he didn't want to draw any attention to himself. So dumb.

As if we weren't riding in a fucking apple.

He drives and we're sat in silence which I didn't mind so I can quickly think of an excuse as to why I abandoned my sister and not the other way around...

And to try to ignore my growing attraction to this man... because why the fuck did he have to look good driving?

I shook my thoughts away and pressed my now melted ice pack on my head, I won't turn out like my sister. I can't.

He turns the radio on and coincidentally one of his songs started playing. And it had to be one that I actually liked...

He hums the lyrics and I just turn my head to look out the window and mouth the words but making sure to not let out any noise. It was a decent song, a duet he sings with another artist that had such a beautiful melody and perfect guitar playing in the background.

Well I couldn't deny how pretty the song actually was, and he had a decent voice too...

But my way of thinking is different from Saraí, she is obsessed with this man and everything about him. But I can appreciate a song or two. To myself. And never out loud because I wouldn't hear the end of it....

We spent the rest of the car ride like that, except whenever a song that wasn't his, I'd actually start to quietly sing to it. I just couldn't bring myself to sing to his knowing deep down it'd be hypocritical of me to.

I finally saw the familiar street of my abuela's house and he pulls up to the driveway. He parks and we sit in silence for a few seconds. "Listen I was just wanted to apologize-"

"No need, it was an accident. It happens I guess." I say and shrug, undoing my seatbelt.

"Now you can go back to your lavish amazing life and I'll go back to mine." I say turning to face him and give him a forced smile.

He sighs and shakes his head, "eres tan difícil." (You're so difficult)

"No te preocupes, no me vas a tener que ver después de esto." I snarl and roll my eyes. (Don't worry, you won't have to see me after this.)

"Thanks for the ride and see you never." I mutter and open the door.

I get out and close the door shut without turning back and walk along the side entrance of the house.

I sigh opening the door and walk straight to the kitchen. I open the fridge and get myself a cold water bottle then open it before chugging half of it down when I hear a knock on the window by the front door.

I sigh and close the water bottle, leaving it by a coffee table before walking on over to the window. I move the curtain and groan, I quietly open the window and feel my eye twitch. "Leave-"

"I will give you five thousand dollars if you can do me a favor." Says the man who I didn't want to see ever again.

"It's not a favor if you're paying for it." I scoff making him grin.

"So you'll do it?" He asks and I roll my eyes.

I open the garage door for him and as soon as his supra can go in he slides in almost making me scold him in case it fell down or something but I kept my mouth shut.

He parks then gets out of the car and walks on over to me, "you'll be gone before the morning, right?" I say and he just chuckles.

"No one will even know I was here." He says and I roll my eyes as I got on a step stool to reach for a blanket.

"I will unfortunately know." I say and hit it on his head making him groan.

"Thanks." He responds sarcastically giving me a face and catches the blanket.

"'Course."

"Is there anything I can wear para que los chismosos no me reconozcan?" He asks and I shrug, lazily pointing to the boxes behind him. (so the annoying paparazzi won't recognize me?)

"You can check inside those." I mutter slowly feeling the tiredness creep in. "But is this really necessary." I add and he just groans.

"You've got no idea." He says then opens the top one, going through whatever is inside until he picks up a black baseball cap that had a small Mexican flag on the side.

I recognize it and frown but then smile at the memories of my grandpa always wearing it when he's mow the lawn, or plant his vegetables. It was his favorite thing in the world and of course had to have his flag on it.

"Era de mi abuelo, siempre se lo ponía cuando arreglaba su jardín." I tell him and look at the hat in his hands. (It was my grandpa's, he'd always wear it when he worked on his garden)

"Oh- perdón-" he murmurs and quickly takes it off but I wave him off. (sorry)

"Esta bien- te queda un poco bien." I reassure and give him a small smile. (It's okay- it fits you kind of good)

My words versus my expression were somewhat contrasting one another but he just chuckles and puts it back on.

"So are you all good?" I ask and he nods.

"I think so." He answers and looks back at his car.

I'm sure he'll be sleeping like a baby in there...

"Alright well goodnight-" I start to say and was about to walk off when he grabs my arm.

"Y/n." I turn to look at him and he starts to smile, I swore his eyes were sparkling-

"Stop doing that." I say and shake my head. I need to stop too..

"Doing what?" He asks making me roll my eyes. He cannot be serious...

"Ya lo sabes- y más seguro se lo haces a todas." I start and then feel myself stuttering as well as feeling nervous. (You know it- and you probably do it to all the girls.)

"Les haces..." I say and motion to his face making him grin, leaning in, "esa cara y expertas que todas se enamoren de ti." (You do... that face and expect all the girls to fall in love with you)

I take a step back and cross my arms against my chest, "pero no va funcionar para mi, entonces vas a tener que soportar." With the final word I walk to the door and press the button to close the garage then walk out. (But it won't work on me so you'll just have to deal with it)

It was the next morning and I had completely forgotten that Miguel slept in my grandmas garage until said grandma told Saraí that the news was doing a story on Miguel.

I rolled my eyes then quickly came to the realization of last nights events and ran to the living room beating her to it. I try to grab the controller until I feel her on top of me and her hands gripping the other half of the controller. "Que te pasa wey- you don't even like him!!!!" She exclaims and I let out fits of coughs to try to be louder than the tv. (What is with you- you don't even like him)

She screams in annoyance and shoves me making me land on the couch. She puts the volume up and excitedly looks at the tv, oh god...

"Lyla llegó a su fiesta de cumpleaños anoche sin su mentado novio. Aunque nadie lo vio llegar al club para la celebración, testigos confirman que Miguel O'Hara hizo una apariencia secreta para cantar para la casa llena de invitados." Says the reporter making me feel sick to my stomach. No one knows. (Lyla arrived to her birthday party without her supposed boyfriend. Although no one saw him arrive at the club for the celebration, witnesses confirm that Miguel O'Hara made a surprise appearance to sing for the full house of invitees)

"Testigos dijeron que el cantante se fue inmediatamente después de cantar una canción, nomás para reaparecer en su mansión de Beverly Hills, horas después, con una diferente chava." My heart drops to my stomach and I suddenly feel nervous and ill. (Witnesses said that the sunder left immediately after singing one song, only to reappear in his mansion on Beverly Hills, hours later, with a different girl)

How the fuck did they know????

My eyes were wide and mouth agape while Saraí next to me was just scoffing and shaking her head. "Mis informantes me dicen que está chava misteriosa tal ves le robó el corazón de nuestro favorito galán musical." I tried my hardest not to gag, especially since mom and abuela were still nearby but god did they really have to exaggerate that much? (My sources/informants fell me that this mystery girl might have stolen the heart of our favorite musical heartthrob)

I then look at Saraí and try to snatch the remote from her again but she yells and tries to get it back. "Que haces?!?" (What are you doing?!?)

"Lo quiero ver!!!" She complains and I just shake my head. (I wanna watch!!)

"Porque? Son puras mentiras y exageran todo posible!!" I say trying not to give myself anyway. (Why? They're all just lies and they exaggerate everything possible!!)

"Y que te importa?! Ni te gusta-" (and why do you care?! You don't even like him-)

"No pero para que quieres caer en mentiras de los reporteros!?!" I say and push the remote towards me but she wasn't budging. (but why do you wanna fall for the lord of those reporters!?!)

"Oigan!! Ya paren!" My dad yells but we still don't stop. (Listen!! Stop that now!)

Suddenly my grandma stands up and reaches behind her to grab her car keys, "ya se! Esta hermoso afuera, saquen el caro y vayan a la playa!" (Oh I know! It's gorgeous outside, take the car out and go to the beach!)

She threw the keys to Saraí who let go of the remote and caught the keys with ease, "gracias abue!!" (thanks grandma!!) 

She skips out of the kitchen until my mom yells at her, "Lleva a tu hermana!!!" (Take your sister!!!)

She groans and stomps her feet on the ground then walks off. My mom turns to me and gives me a look before nodding to where Saraí made her dramatic exit. "Ve." (Go)

And just like that we had made our way to the beach, Saraí found a lucky spot really close to the beach. I took off my seatbelt and got out of the car. "Why are we in Malibu? Weren't we gonna go to Venice?" I ask and she rolls her eyes as she gets out and walks to the trunk of the car.

"Because Miguel surfs in Malibu." She says matter-of-factly earning herself a glare.

Jesus she's obsessed.

She gets the beach chair she got for herself and closes the trunk then locks the car. I follow her lead as she squeals and looks left to right. On the lookout.

"Today is the day- I feel it in my bones, he's here." She says and I just chuckle.

"Sure he is." I say sarcastically but she just ignores me.

"I'm praying he's not with Lyla, she's not pretty enough for him." She says making me laugh. Damn.

"I wonder what his eyes look like.... Like really up close...." She rambles and lets out a sigh.

"Chocolate brown. A really pretty brown." I imply but she just completely ignores me and runs off to a random direction.

I stand there watching her leave me and scoff. Sisters.

I sigh and take a look around the beach to see where I can sit and just chill without her nagging me about that man anymore.

Suddenly I see something familiar out of the corner of my eye and I look around me and see that no one has noticed what I have.

I shrug and stroll on over to a man sitting by himself next to an empty chair, "hey is this seat taken?"

I walk behind the chair and place my bag on the floor, taking a seat ignoring that he didn't respond. "Don't mind if I do." I tell the man and sigh.

"Esta tan bonito afuera hoy, no crees?" I turn to look at the familiar man who I ended up spending a lot of time with yesterday. (It's so pretty outside today, don't you think?)

He then shifts in his seat and I can't tell if he's recognized me or not but I'll have some fun with this. "Ay perdón estaba dormido- lo desperté?" I ask and smile. (Oh I'm sorry you were asleep- did I wake you?)

He shakes his head and looks down crossing his arms against his chest, as if a small ass hat and little sunglasses are gonna hide his big stature.

"No? Ah que bueno! Me puede poner bloqueador en la espalda?" I ask teaching over to my bag and pulling up a bottle of sunscreen. (That's good! Can you put sunscreen on my back?)

He then turns to look at me and tips his glasses down so I could see his eyes, then laughs and shakes his head. "Como sabías que fui yo?" He asks and gives me that smile I've now seen plenty of times. Jesus. (How'd you know it was me?)

"La cachucha." I respond and look up at my grandpas hat. (The hat)

"It smells like grass." He says making me chuckle.

"Might just be you." I reply and he laughs.

He gives me another smile before taking off his glasses and turning to face me, "what are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here? Go home." I joke and he sighs.

"I tried...."

"And?"

He looks away and waves me off, "no lo entenderías." (You wouldn't understand)

I scoff and roll my eyes, "ahh entonces crees que eres tan especial que alguien normal como yo no podría entender que difícil es ser tu?" (so you think that you're so special that someone normal like me isn't able to understand how hard it is to be you?)

He laughs then shrug, turning his head to face me again, "hay diez carros de los chismosos afuera de mi casa." (there's ten cars filled with paparazzi outside my house)

"Damn.... That's fucked..." I mutter and refrain from saying something stupid.

He hums in agreement and we sit there in silence for a few seconds before he speaks again, "necesito un carro que ellos no reconozcan para ir a las casa." (I need a car that they don't recognize so I can go home)

I hum and fight the urge to offer our car, I couldn't even imagine him driving abuela's baby pink beetle. He definitely wouldn't fit in it anyway.

Then he looks me up and down, plotting something and asks, "que estás manejando tu?" (what are you driving?)

I grin and lean towards him, "oh you'll love it, it's a classic. Really pretty."

I bite my lip to not laugh and he smiles, "perfect I could pay you-"

"Stop- stop doing that-"

"Stop doing what?”

"Throwing your money around like that. Todavia me debes cinco mil por quedarte en el garaje de la abue." I say and he chuckles. (You still owe me five thousand for staying at my grandma's garage)

He smiles at me and I smile back, "give me your keys." I say and bring my hand up to him and motion for him to give me them.

"Why....." he asks and raises an eyebrow. As if he couldn't trust me.

I could've easily asked for more money... I really should've..

"Well if you're gonna have our car you can't just leave us without one." I say and he hesitates.

His face crunches up and it really looks like he's about to change his mind. He cannot be serious....

He reaches down to his pocket and grabs his keys, I open then close my hand ready to snatch em as soon as he gives them to me. He brings them up and right as I was gonna close my hand he pulls them away. I give him a look and he gives me one right back. "Okay listen-" I try to grab them but he pulls them back.

"She's a-" I try to snatch them again but he brings his hand up. Oh my fucking god-

"She's a three hundred and twenty horsepower-" he brings his hand down slightly and I try to grab it but again he moves it. This piece of shit-

"1998 model-" Hand comes back down and I quickly try to grab it but again no use.

"Brand new wrap-" He moved his hand making me groan.

"Look I love Gabi okay?" He says with such a serious look and tone.

"Gabi?"

He nods and I prevent the urge to roll my eyes at him, "you name your cars?"

He nods again hesitantly and I now grab the keys from his hand. I give him a look then roll my eyes getting up and walking over to where Saraí was tanning.

I tip toed to her which didn't matter because she had headphones on and eyes were closed. Perfect.

I grab the keys to grandma's car then slide in Miguel's keys before making my way back to him.

I motion for him to follow me and he stands up, jogging over to me as I lead him to his hot new ride. I walk us towards where the beetle is with Miguel on my tail and still on the lookout.

I then stop in front of the car and grin up at him, "Miguel meet Petunia."

He stops and blings his sunglasses down, face disgusted. "Bring her back within the next hour." I tell him and grab his hand, putting the keys on his hand while letting out giggles.

Suddenly he grabs me and pulls me down, hiding us behind the car while mumbling to himself. "How the hell did they find me-" he says grabbing my hand and making me follow him to be by the hood of the car.

"Oh please my sister found you easily and we're from Detroit." I mumble and he turns to look at me for a second with a puzzled look and I just shrug.

We then hear the sound of vans pulling up to the parking lots and doors opening with people talking. He lets go of my hand and takes his glasses off, "here put them on."

I take them and look at them for a few seconds before he gives me a look, "Now. And get in."

I lift my hands up in fake defense and put them on as  he goes to the drivers seat. I walk on over to the passenger seat and fix the glasses when the door opens and hits me in the face.

I fall back and I quickly get up to glare at him through the window, "you cannot be serious- quit fucking hitting me O'Hara." I hiss and he shoots me an apologetic smile.

"I'm so sorry- I'm sorry- get in- get in-" he mumbled and I roll my eyes, opening the door and hop in.

He then opens the glove compartment and goes through it, "what the fuck are you doing now-"

He shushes me and pulls out a scarf and hands it to me, "put this on."

"Why-"

"Just do it."

"Okay Nike sponsorship." I mutter and wrap it around my head.

He then starts the car and start to reverse, he propped his shoulder up and his head down then leaned over as if he had back issues. I bring the glasses to my nose and hold my breath, sinking int the sink as I felt and heard the paparazzi outside the car thinking he was in here. Which they technically weren't wrong about.

But nonetheless they groaned and pulled the cameras away from the car and us. Thank god.

After leaving the beach I let out a sigh and turn my head to look at him, "manejas como mi abuelo!" (you drive like my grandpa!)

He shifts and gets more comfortable, "Y tu te ves como mi abuela!" He jokes making us both laugh as I looked forward and to the highway while taking off the scarf. (And you look like my grandma)

"Necesito mis lentes." He says and I smile, shrugging feeling his gaze on me. (I need my glasses)

"No se... creo que me gustan..." I say and fix my hair, putting some strands behind my ear. (I don't know.... I think I like them...)

"Te los regalo... al rato." He says and I gasp. (I'll give them to you... later)

"De verdad?!?" I ask then quickly continue trying to mimic Saraí, "mis amigas nunca me lo van a creer que yo, tengo un par de Miguel O'Hara lentes que el mismísimo Miguel O'Hara se a puesto!!" (For real?!? My friends will never believe that I, have a pair of Miguel O'Hara sunglasses that have been worn by Miguel O'Hara himself!!!)

I then gasp and turn my body to face him, "me los firmas porfis?!?" I beg and he just rolls his eyes. (Sign them for me please?!?)

"Te crees bien graciosa eh?" He says making me grin and nod. (You think you're so funny)

"Que?" I tease and give him an innocent smile. "No pero de verdad si quiero estos lentes." I say and look at the dark maroon color of the frames. (What? No but seriously I want those glasses)

"Un huh... dámelos. Come on." He says and does grabby hands. (Give me them)

I sigh and take them off handing them over to him. "So how long am I stuck with you this time?" I ask earning myself a laugh.

"Until the paps leave the beach...." He says then turns to look at me, "let's go do something."

"Like what?" I ask and raise an eyebrow at him.

"Anything. What have you seen since you got here?"

"Nothing. I've been too busy following you around." I say and his eyes bright up.

"Really?" He says in a soft tone and I just playfully roll my eyes.

"With my sister... she idolizes you." I say and he shakes his head, rolling his eyes.

Why'd it seem like he was disappointed?

I shrug and continue, "I mean I couldn't care less about you or your city."

He gasps and shakes his head in disbelief, "I already knew you didn't like me but you don't have to take it out on Los Angeles. It's a beautiful city."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, yknow what, I'll be your tour guide."

"I thought you were going home..."

"Meh I'll just take the long way." He says and gives me that smile as he puts his glasses back on.

He turns the radio on and just to my luck his song came on. He gives me a grin and I just sigh, relaxing into my seat as he drives us to who knows where.

He ended up taking me to Santa Monica Pier, Venice beach, Rodeo Drive to buy me stuff (which I wasn't complaining about), the walk of fame to see the stars of my actual favorite celebrities, to the Hollywood sign which was huge in person.

He had bought me a Polaroid camera while we were at the pier and ended up using all the film, and he bought me a two pack. Now I just had forty little Polaroid pictures in my purse along with other cute souvenirs.

We were singing along to the songs on the radio when I noticed he drove us back to his house. "Gonna keep me for longer huh?" I tease and chuckle, looking up at the huge mansion he calls home.

He smiles and nods as he parks in front of his house and unlocks the doors. I unbuckle my seatbelt and open the door getting out of the car.

I had shocked myself today, actually enjoying myself and letting myself not be so judgmental of Miguel as well as getting to know the real him. He was nice, very sarcastic and somewhat funny. But I'm not gonna admit that to his face.

I was appalled when finding out he wasn't narcissistic or rude and was actually chill and fun to be around. Again not admitting that to his face.

And he was a total gentlemen, opening doors for me, paying for everything even though I kept fighting him on it. It felt like a first date even though our circumstances were just odd and weird. And it technically wasn't even a date.

I followed him inside and he beckoned me over to his living room while he went to get us something to drink. I plopped down on the longer couch and it felt like a cloud.

Didn't even look too luxurious which was a green flag in my books. I laid back and sighed, what have these two days been?

How did this happen to me? And why was I enjoying it more than I thought I would?

Miguel comes back with two glasses and a bottle of wine, I laugh as he sets them on the coffee table in front of me. He pours both glasses and hands me one which I gladly took.

Free wine? Say less.

I take a sip then immediately take another, was pretty good...

He plops down next to me and I turn my body to face him, I couldn't even deny how attractive he was. Not that I did before but he just looked really good today...

Kept giving me that look with those eyes and that pretty smile flashing me his pearly whites that were the smallest bit crooked but still looked pretty.

I take another sip then place the glass on the table and put all my attention to him. "So couldn't get enough of me, you had to bring me back?" I tease and lean my side into the couch.

He laughs and shrugs, "Well I thought we had a fun day..." he says and scoots closer to me.

I nod and try not to react too much, if he moved just a tiny bit more his leg will be touching mine... and I wouldn't even mind.

"And I thought why not continue the fun..." he says and leans in, his face now much closer to mine.

I felt my skin grow warm and tried to calm my breathing. Why was he making me so nervous?

Did one day really just change my entire mindset on him?

"Surely this isn't the wine hitting you already right?" I tease in a softer tone, wanting some kind of reassurance I'm not imagining things. No way I'm delusional after the day we've had...

He laughs then gives me a smile, "it's definitely not the wine."

I hum and nod, my cheeks growing warmer by the second and I just prayed he couldn't see it. This felt so embarrassing.

"Is this okay?" He whispers and scoots until there was no more space between us.

His leg was touching mine and I couldn't trust myself to speak so I only nodded. He then reached over and placed his glass on the table before leaning back on the couch, turning to face me. Why did he have to look so good?

Even better up close-

My thoughts were cut short when I felt him place his hand on my thigh, touching my bare skin. I looked into his eyes noticing he was even closer now, my nerves never leaving my body. I look down to his lips and god I really wanted to kiss him.

As if thinking the same I was, he brought his other hand up to cup my cheek and leans in. I close my eyes and close the gap, kissing him gently. He kisses back instantly and I feel his hand squeeze my thigh then running his fingers up and down making me gasp.

He slides his tongue in and I gladly let him, bring my hands up to the back of his neck to play with his hair. I twirl some curls between my fingers then lightly pull on them, earning myself a groan from him.

I felt myself growing more needy, craving more and feeling the familiar heat rising down to my core so I squeezed my thighs together then pulled away for a second and nibbled on his bottom lip. I felt his hand graze my inner thigh, fingers slipping under my shorts making me let out a sigh.

He turned my head and attached his lips to my neck, leaving wet kisses all over while his fingers kept rubbing but not where I needed them most. I tilted my head back and spread my legs to which he slid his hand up and to the zipper of my shorts.

He sucked gently on my skin then kissed it a few times before I felt his hands slip down. I let out a whine and buck my hips up, to which i then felt his touch right above my centre. I squirmed and was about to lay my head back until he grabbed me, moving my body and placed me between his legs.

His hands trailed down my legs slowly then came back up and to my stomach. Thinking he'd stop there I was left shocked seeing and feeling his fingertips work their way between my tits then back down.

I laid my head back against his hard chest and let out a shaky breath. He turns his head to kiss my neck and continue his grazing. I was already breathless and he's barely touched me, I needed him.

"Estas tan hermosa." He whispers in my ear making me whimper and squirm against him, now directly on his crotch. (You're so beautiful)

"Miguel-" I breathe out but cuts me off by pecking my lips softly.

I moan into his mouth then feel his fingers coming back up but this time he groped my tits with both hands. I whined and grind against him as he continues kissing me, leaving me a mess already.

He groans and squeezes them, fondling them in his hands as I kiss him back. Suddenly he brings a hand down, slowly trailing it down my body until he reaches the waistband of my shorts.

He undos it then quickly pulls the zipper down before quickly sliding his hand in and starts rubbing my soaked cunt through my panties. I feel my eyes fluttering as he moves his hand steadily while I bring my left hand to grip his left arm that was now pinching my nipple.

I bite my lip, moving my hips up and down, needing more. "Miguel por favor-" I breathe out and he just hums. (please)

"Dime que quieres nena, te quiero escuchar." He purrs into my ear making me whimper. (Tell me what you want baby girl, I wanna hear you)

"I- fuck-" I mutter and close my mouth with my right hand.

He was now rubbing circles over my clit, so fucking slowly. This piece of shit thought it was nice to tease me like this?!? As if he couldn't feel how badly I wanted this...

"Dime que quieres amor." He murmurs continuing his teasing pace as I buck my hips up but still doesn't change anything. (Tell me what you want love)

"Te necesito Miguel- por favor-" I plead and whimper when he slows down again. (I need you- please-)

"Me necesitas?" He mocks in my ear and I just nod repeatedly as he speeds up the tiniest bit. (You need me?)

"Pero todavía no haz dicho que quieres nena..." he murmurs and leaves a soft kiss on my neck. (But you still haven't said what you want baby girl...)

I felt my eyes flutter and a blush rose to my cheeks, why did he have to sound so perfect?

Just his words alone were enough to make me more wet for him. He was driving me insane.

"N-necesito tus dedos..." I whimper and spread my legs as he moves my panties to the side, "por favor fóllame con tus dedos-" I whine and he slides two of his long fingers inside without another word. (need your fingers, please fuck me with your fingers-)

I gasp feeling them fill me up, surprised to feel how thick they were. I felt my legs shake slightly while I tried to keep my breathing steady considering he was just starting. He was already filling me up so nicely and it felt incredible. "So tight and wet for me baby." He whispers and pumps his fingers inside me, my walls enveloping them.

He worked on my cunt almost expertly, curling them up making me arch my back against him. With his available hand he wrapped it around my waist, as if to make me refrain from moving. "Miguel- M-Miguel-"

He hummed and started going faster, I could feel my creamy juices slip down to my asshole as he went faster and deeper. I let out whines and closed my eyes when I feel his lips on my cheek then on my ear. "Such a pretty mess for me huh baby?"

I whimpered and couldn't help but clench against his fingers making me let out more whimpers. "S-so good-" I moan out and kisses my neck softly.

"I know baby, I know." He murmurs and goes even faster leaving me a moaning mess on top of him.

"Estas tomando mis dedos tan bien princesa." He praised making me whimper and clench against him once again. (You're taking my fingers so well princess)

"Te gusta que te hable así hm?" He teases and I open my eyes only to roll them and bite my lip. (You like when I talk to you like that)

Starting to despise him again, I hated his teasing but couldn't help but like it.

"Contéstame nena." He purrs in a low tone, that making my orgasm quickly approach. (Answer me baby)

"Si- si me gusta mucho- me encanta como me hablas-" I moan out and he slows down but fucks me deeper. (Yes- yes I like it a lot- I love way you talk to me-)

"Good girl." He moans and starts pumping his fingers faster again.

I whimpered and tried to buck my hips up but his strong arm didn't let me and just gripped me to stay still. I held on to it and laid my head back against his chest, then look down at the sight. His fingers fucking me effortlessly with my arousal being the main thing that's being heard in the room. "Aren't you just taking it so well baby?" He purrs and I nod, looking up to look at him.

I crash our lips together and he suddenly starts fucking me even faster making me moan against his mouth. He slides his tongue inside my mouth as I continue moaning and try to kiss back.

I felt the familiar feeling of my orgasm approach in the pit of my stomach as he continued fucking me fast as well as deep. "I'm gonna-" i murmur against his lips and he just hums, continuing with our kiss.

I glide my tongue against his but then stop, letting out whines and whimpers as my orgasm hit me hard with Miguel not stopping. "Fuck- Miguel!" I whimper feeling my legs shaking violently.

He lets me ride my orgasm and slows his pace down as he gives me light pecks while I try to catch my breath. He then pulls away after one final peck and leans his forehead against mine. Not able to keep my eyes open, I lean into his touch, a weak smile forming on my lips. "That was incredible." I say and let out a small giggle.

He nods and grins, "you did so good love."

He kisses me softly and I kiss him back the same way when I feel him slowly slip his fingers out of me. His fingers come out and I feel more of my juices slip down to my asshole, "oh my god baby-" he moans and brings his fingers up to our faces.

I grab his hand and lazily open my mouth, taking his fingers into my mouth and lick my arousal clean. I looked at him and innocently bat my eyes while he groans. I made sure to lick every drop before he finally slips his fingers out and crashes his lips onto mine.

I immediately kiss back and move my body to no longer be on his crotch but on the couch with my legs over his thighs. His tongue slid into my mouth making me melt as I felt one hand go to cup my jaw and the other to my thigh.

He rubbed my skin softly and I felt myself melt into his embrace, "you're incredible." He murmurs against my mouth making me pull away.

I lean my head against his chest as he now wraps both arms around my body, feeling shivers run down my spine. "No you are." I whisper and chuckle.

Then we just sat there in comfortable silence, I was listening to his heartbeat as he played with my hair and my breathing was now back to normal.

"So do you like me now?" He whispers and I burst out laughing.

I then stop and shrug, "maybe a little bit..."

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[gojosnympho]

thinking with your p***y - p.jm

pairing: fuckboy!jimin x black!fem!reader

genre: smut, angst, pwp, university!au

word count: 2.4k

content warnings: mentions of cheating/infidelity, alcohol, marijuana use, jimin is an asshole (sorry jimin), unrequited love (kinda), jimin is VERY persistent, fingering (f receiving), protected sex, lots of pet names, hair pulling (f receiving), very light choking (f receiving)

synopsis: he wants you and to your dismay you want him just as bad.

author’s note: literally wrote this on a whim i’m not kidding. hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it! 🥰

you stayed to yourself for the most part, only hanging out with your friends, going to classes, and going to the occasional party when your friends wanted to go out. but for the most part you barely showed your face on campus. you had no idea why jimin wanted you as bad as he did. especially because he had a girlfriend. you knew you were pretty. you just didn’t know where the sudden interest in you came from. you’d been going to school with each other for the past three years and he hadn’t even looked your way… until three weeks ago.

the day jimin finally gave you the time of day is when you and your friends ended up at some party on campus.

the party was packed wall to wall. the smell of alcohol and sweaty bodies tried their best to overwhelm your senses. you pushed through the crowd, feeling the loud bass of the music vibrate through your body. the dance floor was packed too. girls grinding on boys, girls grinding on girls. you’d decided you were gonna try to stay sober tonight but that idea was looking bleak. your friends dragged you to the jungle juice and poured you a cup. when you’d all finished your drinks, they dragged you to the dance floor. you danced around to amuse them but soon the air in the room had become too thick.

“i’m gonna step out to get some fresh air.” you told them. they insisted on going with you but you assured them you’d be fine and you’d find them later.

you stepped out of the party to let the cool night air wrap around your warm and borderline sweaty body. you sat on the stairs to the house and looked up at the night sky to gaze at the stars. once you’d calmed down, you were ready to head back inside. you stood up and that’s when you heard his sweet honey voice.

“you look sexy.” he said.

you turned to where the voice was coming from and noticed jimin leaning against the house, smoking what seemed to be a blunt. you’d debated on whether or not you wanted to tell him to leave you alone or not. you chose to indulge.

“thanks.” you replied. you did decide on the tiniest mini skirt and top you could find so you knew you’d be subjected to stares and less than satisfactory “compliments”.

“you smoke?” he asked, offering the blunt to you. you did but you weren’t comfortable smoking with someone you barely knew.

“nah, i’m good.” you declined and he shrugged taking another pull from it.

“i’ve been eyeing you all night, ya know? so much so that my girlfriend got pissed off and she left.” he laughed. he fucking laughed! like it was funny he upset her. asshole.

“why you looking at me and you gotta girl?” you asked the brown haired man and he shrugged.

“because i like what i like. i like you and i like the way that outfit is hugging your body.” he said it so boldly you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“i should get back to my friends.” you said. you went to walk past him but he stepped over to stand in your way. “what do you want from me?”

“ooh, baby girl. i want a lot of things from you.” he said letting his eyes trail up and down your body before looking you in the eyes again. “but i’ll start with your number.”

“didn’t you just say you gotta girl?” you asked him crossing your arms over your chest and quirking an eyebrow.

“she won’t know unless you tell her.” he said and you scoffed.

“oh i’m gonna tell her. you fucking asshole. now move or i’ll move you myself.” you snapped at him. he stepped out of the way and let you walk back into the party, watching your backside with every step you took.

ever since that interaction, he’s made it his personal mission to flirt with and bother you whenever he could. he found you at the library last week and poked fun at you until you finally acknowledged his presence.

“what now, jimin?” you asked him and he smiled knowing that he’d succeeded in pissing you off.

“when are you gonna let me take you out?” he pouted and you rolled your eyes in response.

“never. i’m not helping you cheat on your girlfriend.” you said as you began to pack up your things. you wanted to get as far away from him as possible.

“what if i break up with her?” he asked

“oh so when you start dating me you can cheat on me too? hell no!” you said as you packed up your last item, slung your bag over your shoulder and left him sitting at the table alone.

“i wouldn’t cheat on you, boo!” he called after you. once again watching your backside as you walked away.

this time to minimize your chances of bumping into him, you’d decided to study in the comfort of your dorm. you were sitting at your desk scribbling down notes in your notebook when there was a knock at your door. you checked the time to see it was damn near 10pm. who the hell could be at your door at 10pm? you stood from your desk and walked over to your door to open it. there stood jimin in nothing but a hoodie and gray sweatpants.

“how the fuck did you find my dorm?!” you yelled at him.

“because your friends talk too fucking much you need to talk to them about that.” he replied, smugly. “now are you gonna let me in or are you gonna yell at me in the hallway where everyone can hear, hm?”

you rolled your eyes but ultimately you stepped to the side to let him in. you closed the door behind him and he had no problem making himself comfortable in your previously occupied desk chair.

“i’m so sick of asking you this question but: what do you want, jimin?” you asked. the sentence has become a regular part of your vocabulary. you were sure you said it at least twice a day.

“you know what i want, cutie. i want you. i want you so fucking bad.”

“jimin you have fucking girlfriend!”

“i broke up with her!” he yelled back, significantly louder. it was quiet for a moment after that until you spoke.

“you’re a liar. get the fuck out.” you quipped at the man in front of you.

“you want me to call the bitch and ask her for you?” he asked, pulling out his phone to scroll through his contacts.

“i want you to leave, jimin. i can’t be with someone who cheats. i’m sorry.” you could tell your words broke his heart but you’d be damned if you let him do the same thing to you he did to her. he stood up slowly from the chair and walked over to you, you backed away until he had you pressed against your dorm’s door.

“i see the way you look at me, pretty girl. i know you want me too. so do you really want me to go? or do you want me to stay? it’s your choice.” he told you, his eyes staring directly into yours. his lips so close to yours. you tried so hard to be better than him, to convince yourself you didn’t want him as much as you did. but you do. you’d wanted him from the second he talked to you outside that party.

“i don’t know.” you answered. it was true. you didn’t know if you wanted him to stay or go. you couldn’t decide. your brain was a mess of morals and lust.

“figure it out. do you want me to go and leave that ache between your legs or do you want me to take care of you?” he questioned you. fuck it. you kissed him and although it was kind of wrong, it felt right. he kissed you back, slipping his tongue in your mouth.

“did you really break up with her, jimin?” you asked him. you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you knew you were hurting another girl by fucking her boyfriend.

“i promise. i broke up with her. now give me another kiss. you taste good.” he said, grabbing your waist and pulling you against him. you kissed him again, but this time the kiss felt nothing but right. maybe you were stupid for giving into him but you weren’t thinking with your brain. you were thinking with your pussy and she wants jimin.

it didn’t take long for you to end up on your bed. your clothes had been long gone in a crumpled pile on the floor. you were on your back with your legs spread while jimin rubbed your pussy in teasingly slow circles, purposefully not focusing on your clit. you whined and pushed your hips up against his hand, but he pinned them back down to the bed with his free hand.

“be patient. i’ve been wanting this for so long i wanna savor it.” he said and even in your wound up state you were sick of his antics. finally he focused on your clit and you sighed in pleasure.

“feel good, pretty girl?”

“uh huh.” you moaned.

he rubbed your clit for a while before easing a finger into your tight hole. you gasped at the sudden feeling of being filled but you weren’t complaining. when jimin felt that you were ready for a second finger he eased another inside.

“you’re so tight, baby. i gotta stretch you out before i can fuck you.”

he started moving his fingers inside of you, massaging your walls so deliciously you were seeing stars. he hooked his fingers inside of you and pressed against your sweet spot. you moaned, bucking your hips into the air.

“is that your spot, pretty girl?” he asked you, voice husky and laced with lust.

“yes.” you whimpered.

“so fucking wet for me. you hear that?” he sped up his fingers so you could hear the squelching sounds your pussy made as he drove his fingers into you. the obscene sounds made heat prickle on your cheeks.

“jimin, please.” you begged him as you squirmed on the bed and your cunt squeezed around his fingers. it was evident to the both of you that you were close to cumming.

“you gonna cum? already?” he teased you and if you weren’t so close to that sweet release you would’ve been cussing him out but instead you nodded frantically. before you could cum, he pulled his fingers out of you.

“you are such an asshole!” you exclaimed. you pushed him away with your foot and sat upright pulling your legs to your chest and covering yourself with your blanket.

“aww, my baby’s mad?” he pouted before pulling the blanket off of you, exposing you to him once more. “i just want you to cum on my dick instead. can you do that?” you nodded meekly with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

jimin rid himself of his clothes, taking off his hoodie first and his sweatpants followed after, but not before pulling a condom from the pocket. he tugged his boxers down and your pussy clenched at the sight of what he was packing in those gray sweats.

“you just knew i was gonna let you fuck me huh?” you asked him as he ripped the foil packet with his teeth and slid the rubber on his hard dick.

“no, but i always stay prepared. now flip over.” he said and you complied, getting into position so he could fuck you from behind. you flipped over on your belly, rested your head on your pillow, and your ass in the air. “ready?” he asked you.

“mhm.” you agreed almost too eagerly. jimin thought it was cute. he pushed into you and both of you moaned. it felt so fucking good and you knew this is exactly where you wanted to be right now.

jimin started moving his hips, his strokes were just the right mix of aggressive and gentle and you were reeling. he grabbed your hips and started snapping his hips into you even faster. the sound of skin against skin and both of your horny, desperate moans bounced off the walls of your small dorm. in an effort to feel him even deeper you began backing your ass up on him.

“that’s right, baby. fuck me back.” his words were lost on you because all you could focus on was the way he was digging into your guts with every move of your hips.

he pulled you up by your curls and that’s when you felt him even deeper if it was even possible. his tip was bumping against your sweet spot and you gasped, tears prickling in your water line.

“found it again didn’t i, baby?” he asked planting kisses on your neck as he fucked you into oblivion. you were so cockdrunk all you could do is nod.

your belly got that familiar feeling in it, tension that was ready to be released and you hoped this time jimin actually let you cum. he kept fucking you both of your moans getting louder and eventually turning to pants as both of you neared your orgasms.

“jimin.” you warned him as your cunt tightened around him and spasmed while you tried to stave off your orgasm for a little bit longer to savor this moment.

“i know, pretty girl. i know. me too.” he cooed. he wrapped his hand delicately around your neck and held it there while you both chased that sweet release. jimin came first, busting into the condom with a loud moan and you followed not too far behind, gripping him like your life depended on it.

you stayed like that for awhile, him inside of you and your sweaty bodies pressed together while your breathing returned to normal. when it did jimin pulled out of you and laid you carefully on the bed.

“where’s your trash can?” he asked, pulling off the soiled condom and tying a knot in it. you lazily pointed to the little bin in the corner of your room. after he threw it away he came back to cuddle with you.

“now how about that date?” he asked you. his fingers playing in your hair.

“fine. you can take me out.” you caved

“we did this backwards.” he said, making you giggle.

you were actually happy you gave him a chance, maybe things would work out. maybe he’d end up being decent or maybe you’re still thinking with your pussy.

#ten writes 🧚🏾‍♀️ #kpop x black reader #bts x black reader #jimin x black reader #park jimin x black reader #jimin smut #park jimin smut #bts smut #bts x reader #jimin x reader #park jimin x reader #pjm x reader

[mrkis]

okay im back. sorry got busy

MARK BDAY HEAD <3

safe to say mark is rather a giver than receiver in the relationship, the type to become infatuated with the way he can get you going, the way you moan his name, the way he can bring you to tears with merely his tongue. its not often you go down on him because he finds pleasure in eating you out rather than the latter. his birthday coming up was the perfect opportunity to switch it up, the key being: birthday morning. making sure to wake up before him, taking the time to admire him before placing kisses down from his chest to his boxers waistband. mark can easily be woken up by the lightest of noise or touches, groaning your name in a confused tone. the morning voice not helping anyones case in this situation. not replying to him, rather letting him figure it out as you release his cock from the confinement of the fabric. hearing a small hiss at the cold air hitting his body, reaching a hand down to toy with your hair. it’s not often you get to see him fall apart this way, leaving kitten licks and kisses from the tip of his cock down to his balls. you knew what his most sensitive areas were, low groans and moans pouring out of his lips like a waterfall. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying it too, wrapping your lips around his length. taking the time to start off slow, taking him deeper and deeper until you were practically gagging on it. mark wasn’t one to hold back either, he’d definitely dig his fingertips into your scalp and rut his hips against you. easily amplifying the gagging noises emitting from you, the two of you working together to bring him to the brink. you teased him as much as you could, his noises coming to be much louder than you’d hoped. safe to say the other dreamies were definitely going to be on his ass about it later, but you could care less especially with how sexy his moans were. this exact moment looked like it could come right out of a porn film. obscene noises echoing off the bedroom walls, your juices making a mess out of your panties without him even doing anything to you. your eyes locked with his for just a moment, desperation glazed over them. a string of curse words seeping past his lips, mark rutting his hips once more before viscid substance coated the inside of your mouth. “happy birthday” you managed to choke out, throat feeling tight after these coarse of events.

mark <3 head <3 bday head <3 moans <3 groans <3 morning voice <3 ykwim?!

thank you for participating ‹𝟹 i have zero fucking words. i am speechless. this is everything i want and more. just imagining his morning voice is making me want to sob and cum and scream.

» this is apart of my 'MARK DRABBLE BDAY SPECIAL' event that i will be doing for his bday week. requests are OPEN for this.

» all credits go to @n-eoct for this one! give them all the praise n love NOW

#[ mark bday special ! ] #mark lee smut #nct dream smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #mark lee #nct #nct dream #nct 127 #n-eoct #[moots🧷]

[berriusagi]

A Name’s Worth 1

Chapter One: Unexpected Gifts

Light filtered in through the blinds streaking across Soap’s face waking him from his sleep and giving him a splitting headache as his hangover hit him full force. Soap groaned burying his face under his pillow trying to quell the pounding in his head. It took a while longer for him to finally emerge from his bed and drag himself out of his room and towards the kitchen to grab himself a coffee and some painkillers.

As he walked down the hall he tried blocking out the commotion the recruits were making, about what? He hadn’t the foggiest idea and truly could not have cared less. He finally made it into the kitchen where Gaz was in just as bad of shape as himself and was nursing a mug of coffee while he leaned back in his chair with a cold wet rag over his eyes.

"Morning,” Soap yawned.

"Shut the fuck up,” Gaz rasped his voice barely there.

"Rough night?” Soap chuckled pouring himself a large mug of coffee and grabbing himself a few painkillers from the cabinet before taking a seat across from him, "The way you were practically in the captain’s lap last night it wouldn’t surprise me.” he grinned.

"First, lower your voice it’s grating,” Gaz said moving the rag just so he could glare at Soap, "Second, what of it? We had a good time.” he yawned replacing the rag and relaxed back once more, "Miracle I can even speak truth be told,” he muttered sipping on his coffee.

Soap chuckled popping the pills in his mouth before washing them down with his coffee as Price made his way into the room. "Morning boys,” he nodded leaning down to kiss Gaz’s forehead before making his way over to the coffee maker, "Sleep well, John?”

"Think it was less sleep and more straight-up unconscious," Soap said leaning back in his seat, "Anyone remember what happened last night? Things get fuzzy for me after you two started eye fucking.”

Price choked on his coffee coughing violently trying to clear his throat while Gaz kicked Soap as hard as he could under the table.

"We were preoccupied why don’t you ask Ghost; he was babysitting you.” Gaz said finishing his coffee and pushing the mug aside as he sat up and removed the rag from his eyes, "How do I look?”

Soap hummed looking over Gaz’s face for a moment even reaching out and gently rubbing his thumb under his eye, "Not too swollen won’t even look like the Captain had you sobbing and delirious last night.” he grinned taking the second kick Gaz threw at his shins.

Price let out a long-suffering sigh as he walked over to the table sitting beside Gaz and just chose to ignore his two Sergeants while he enjoyed his coffee and mentally prepared for the day. As he was getting himself ready Ghost finally decided to join their group and came trudging into the kitchen with a grumble as he made his way to the fridge.

"Morning uh…” Price started to say before pausing as his mind went blank on Ghost’s name, "How much did I fucking drink?” he muttered rubbing his head.

"What’s up?” Gaz asked looking over at Price, "You got a headache?”

"No, I… I just can’t remember Ghost’s name.” Price said squinting at Ghost, "It’s like… my mind just went blank I can’t remember it.”

Gaz raised an eyebrow looking between Price and Ghost, "That’s crazy it’s…” he paused as well trying to wrack his brain for Ghost’s name, "it’s uh… it’s on the tip of my tongue…” he muttered squinting as he thought hard on what it could be, "What the fuck is Ghost’s name?”

"You two seriously don’t remember my name?” Ghost asked walking over to them with a glass of juice, "I’m mildly insulted.”

"We didn’t drink that much,” Gaz said, "I was only tipsy I’m not even that hungover I’m just trying to get my swelling down and Price barely drank last night he mostly just smoked and nursed a few drinks.”

"Obviously you two drank more than you remember because it’s not hard to remember his name is Ṣ̷̎î̶̧̛̩̮͇͛͝ḿ̶̰̲̗͒͂͛͠o̶͈̹͒͑͋͂ṅ̷̛͕̕,” Soap chuckled sipping his coffee. It took a few moments for him to notice the others were quiet before looking up at them, "What?”

"You didn’t say his name,” Gaz said looking at Soap his brows pinching in confusion.

"What? Yeah I did his name is Ṣ̷̎î̶̧̛̩̮͇͛͝ḿ̶̰̲̗͒͂͛͠o̶͈̹͒͑͋͂ṅ̷̛͕̕,” Soap repeated.

"No see you’re moving your mouth but no sound is coming out it’s like you go mute when you say the last word,” Gaz said turning to Price, "Do you hear him?”

Price shook his head just as confused as Gaz, "No it just cuts off on the last word.”

"What? That’s ridiculous,” Soap said raising an eyebrow and looking at them trying to see if they were fucking with him, "Ś̸̜͊̄i̸̥͎͊̐͛m̶̱̞͒̐͝o̷͇̿ň̴̡ ̶͎̳͂̉͠S̶̻̮̘͛̄͝i̷͔̞͆m̷̰͓̓̓ȯ̶̭̣͠ń̷̲̇͠ ̵͉̟͈̊̈́S̸̬̹̄i̴̳͙͓͊͑̆m̵̠̗͑͌ǒ̶͙̫̂ń̴̨̖̮ ̶̡͈̯͆S̶̜̒i̴͓͙̙͂̃́m̸̰͙͎͂o̴̺̰̅͘ṇ̶͖̉̇ ̵̞̘̣̀͌̈́S̶̤͕̞͌ḯ̷̪m̸̪̊̆͐ȍ̶͚n̶̢͋͝͝ ̵̗͋,” he said looking at them, but they just looked more confused and shook their heads.

"Yeah mate no you didn’t say anything,” Gaz said looking at Ghost, "can you hear him?”

Ghost looked at Soap his eyes blank as if he was looking at a particularly difficult puzzle and was trying to make sense of it all. The other three watched him waiting for him to respond in some way. When it seemed he finally found the answer his eyes lit up, "You took my name.”

"What?” the three chorused in unison.

"Last night,” Ghost said looking around at the table, "Johnny took my name last night.”

"The fuck you on about son?” Price asked.

~.~.~.~

Soap stretched out over Ghost’s lap in the booth they had commandeered at the bar for the evening, he smelled heavily of cheap cigarettes and mediocre liquor. Ghost just relaxed back in his seat keeping Soap secured in his lap with one arm wrapped around his waist while he smoked with his free hand blowing the smoke to the side away from Soap’s face.

"Mm Si,” Soap grumbled patting at his chest trying to reach his face. Once he had a hand on Ghost’s cheek he turned it so he could look him in the eye a slow easy smile spreading across his lips.

"What do you want Johnny?” Ghost asked taking another slow drag from his cigarette.

"Just wanted to see yer bonnie face,” Soap said resting his head on his shoulder as he looked over Ghost’s features, "Ye shouldn’t hide it under that mask all the time,” he mumbled.

"I like my mask,” Ghost said blowing smoke to the side and trying to keep it away from Soap as they stared at each other, "I’m more the mask than I am me after all,”

"That’s not true,” Soap gasped grabbing Ghost’s face, "Yer still Simon even if ye don’t feel it.”

Ghost sighed his face softening as he leaned into Soap’s hand, "Simon died a long time ago Johnny, just because people say the name doesn’t mean he’s still alive.”

"That’s a load of shite and Ah’ll prove it,” Soap said his eyes taking on a fiery light.

"Oh?” Ghost chuckled, "and how do you plan to do that?” he asked

"Give me yer name,” Soap said leaning in close, "Give me yer name and it’ll be like it never existed and you’ll see just how much the name Simon really means to ye.”

Ghost chuckled rolling his eyes as he took another slow drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray, "Is that so?”

Soap nodded looking as serious as a drunk could while spread out over their superior's lap, "Can I have your name Simon?”

Ghost chuckled readjusting Soap in his arms, "Yeah you can,” he nodded leaning back as Soap calmed down and settled back in his arms.

~.~.~.~

"And that’s basically what happened,” Ghost shrugged after explaining everything to the group. Price and Gaz looked at the pair as if they grew several more heads while they processed this new bit of information.

"How… can you take a name?” Gaz asked trying to wrap his head around that while looking towards Soap who had gone a hauntingly pale shade of ivory.

"I uh… I need to make a call.” Soap said stumbling out of his chair and running from the room leaving the other three alone at the table.

Ghost just watched Soap’s fleeing form before turning to look at Price and Gaz, "You two seriously couldn’t hear him saying my name?”

"No, really it’s like the sound just cuts out and we can’t even remember it.” Gaz sighed rubbing his forehead, "This shit’s weird.”

"Who do you think he went to call?” Ghost asked.

The three sat in silence for a moment before getting up and following the path Soap had taken back to his room where they could hear his voice muffled through the door but high-pitched in his distress.

"What do you mean I stole it, mam!?” Soap damn near squealed into his phone.

A woman's voice could be heard from the phone and by her tone she sounded both incredibly amused and extremely exhausted with her son's antics, "John it’s just as I said you asked the poor boy for his name and he agreed to give you his name so now you own his name.” she said as if she was explaining the simplest thing in the world.

"I didn’t mean it though I was drunk!” Soap groaned, "Isn’t there suppose to be a grey area in this?”

"John,” she sighed, "Were you being serious when you asked?”

Soap grumbled rubbing a hand down his face, ”I mean the way Ṣ̷̎î̶̧̛̩̮͇͛͝ḿ̶̰̲̗͒͂͛͠o̶͈̹͒͑͋͂ṅ̷̛͕̕ explained it I sounded pretty serious.”

"Still can’t hear his name dear,” She said letting out a long-suffering sigh, "If you were serious, regardless of your state of sobriety, then there is no grey area you took his name it’s now yours it doesn’t exist no one can ever know his true name again unless you give it back.”

"Then I’ll give it back!” Soap said, "I’ll fix this thank ye mam yer the best!”

"Yes I know now don’t go stealing any more names and I expect you to visit on your next leave!” She demanded.

"Yes, mam love you bye!” Soap nodded hanging up before throwing his door open presumably to go and fix his drunken mistake only to stop short at the three men standing before his door, "uh… how much of that did you hear?”

"Enough to want answers what did your mother mean by you took Ghost’s name?” Price asked crossing his arms.

"Johnny, what did you do?” Ghost asked crossing his arms as well.

Soap looked between all three his eyes sweeping from one to the next at record speeds as he started fidgeting. As his nerves grew he started scratching at his arms and picking at the skin around his nails before letting out a loud groan and started shoving all of them towards Price's office.

The group went along with relative ease and once they were safely secured in Price’s office behind a locked door and with the shades drawn Soap dropped onto the couch and let out a long groan covering his face. 

"So… my family has a connection to the fair folk of Scotland," he said refusing to look at any of the others in the room.

"Fair folk? Like… fairies?” Gaz asked leaning on Price’s desk and crossing his arms.

Soap nodded taking a long slow breath, "Yeah some great great however many greats grandma on my mam’s side was of the fae she settled down in our plane and just over the years the connection has gotten weaker but it shows up in different and unexpected ways in her descendants.”

"How so?” Price asked settling in his chair as he tried to process this sudden information.

"So my mam? She loves to do cross stitching and embroidery since she was little and well anyone she gifts her embroidery to is also blessed with good health and protection. I keep a small handkerchief she embroidered on me during missions since it makes her feel better and it also gives me a better chance of coming back in mostly one piece.” Soap explained pulling his hand from his face so he could look at the others, "My grandma had an insane green thumb her apple tree could bear fruit in the dead of winter.”

"So all the women in your family can do mystical things what does that have to do with you taking my name?” Ghost asked.

"I’m getting to it,” Soap grumbled moving to lean forward bracing his elbows on his knees, "We all have our niche like my mom’s sewing, grandma’s gardening, mine is mischief. I can always create chaos or mischief and get away relatively unscathed it’s kinda why demolition comes to me so naturally. With mischief being my thing being able to take a name is kinda in the realm of chaos I can create.” he said rubbing the back of his neck.

Ghost watched Soap for a long moment letting that sink in before his eyes began to sparkle, "So my name doesn’t exist? S̴̥̭̆̏͌̕i̸̖̺͌̋̑ṁ̴͕̠̞̱̀̇̂̕ơ̷͕͑̕n̶͚͈͈̿͆̈ ̷̛̗̲͐R̴̨̬̖̒i̵͎̽̾̓̐̈́l̶̏ͅę̴̨͇͎̑͌̇͛y̶̹̣̹̦̥͋ doesn’t exist?” he asked.

"No, it doesn’t,” Soap sighed rubbing a hand down his face, "so long as I own your name it can’t be spoken, typed, written nothing it does not exist.”

Ghost stood there letting this new bit of information sink in before he walked over to Soap and put his hands on his shoulders staring into his eyes, "Thank you.”

"What? NO! I’m giving it back!” Soap shouted jumping up.

"Oh no, you are not this is the best day of my life!” Ghost said shoving him back down in his seat, "It’s your name now!” he laughed leaving the room.

"What no! GHOST!” Soap shouted chasing after him.

Price and Gaz watched as Soap ran from the room to attempt to give Ghost back his name. Gaz let out a low whistle as he looked over at Price, "So we’re just going to speed past that Soap is a fairy?”

Price let out a long sigh rubbing a hand down his face, "Honestly, it answers some questions about him.” he chuckled, "What we’re not going to speed past though is that he gave you shit about being in my lap and he was all over Ghost’s.”

Gaz gasped as if it just dawned on him that he had ample reason to make fun of Soap, "Permission to give Soap so much shit about that little bit of intel?” he grinned.

Price chuckled standing up to kiss Gaz gently, "Granted he should get a taste of his own medicine. Now go you have training drills to run and make sure Soap does his too we don’t need him chasing down Ghost all day trying to give back his name.”

"Do you think he’ll manage to give him back his name?” Gaz asked straightening up.

"Eventually,” he nodded heading to the door, "Ghost is just going to need the right incentive to take the name back.”

#cod #call of duty #soap cod #ghost cod #gaz #price #ghostsoap #soapghost #gazprice

[illiana-mystery]

My Current WIPs

I was tagged by @eclecticwildflowers and @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky to post my current WIPs! I have four, so this is gonna be a long post.

The four in question are He Won't Hurt You (Bobby Hicks), Sugar Baby (Ed Blackridge), The Vampire's Jewel (Max Shreck), and Jumping the Broom (Alan Ward).

Taglist: @emilynightshade89, @yentoons

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He Won't Hurt You

"Nev...Nev...Neveah, wake up. Wake up honey," he softly said as he shook your sleepy body. You hesitated to open your eyes, until you finally recognized the voice you just heard.

Soon you batted your eyes and smiled when you saw your old manager standing by your side.

He smelled of a fresh morning cigarette with a hint of orange juice and was wearing a pink short sleeve shirt with slight raveled jorts.

His utility belt was fascend firm against his waist, as his hands held the sides, flexing his muscles a little more.

He was quite the sight to behold after you woke up, although you wished he was still cuddling you in bed.

"Good morning, Bobby," you groggily said as you rubbed your eyes. "It's morning already?"

"Yes, and I need you up and at 'em," he demanded in more of a drill sergeant tone. "We got places to be and faces to see."

"Okay, sir," you hummed, making him blush. "Sir, yes sir."

"Nev, please stop. We don't have time for more fucking and you're making me horny calling me sir like that," he warned, his face turning even more red.

You laughed as you got up and out of bed.

"Okay, Bobby. I'll stop. Can I at least get a kiss?"

"After you get dressed," he said. "Time's a wasting. Tam's been blowing up my phone. She acts like she can't function without me around. I told her that I was helping you out and that we need to get your stuff out of that apartment before I come in. Juan's there though. So she can just get help from him."

You felt your blood boiling a bit from what he was saying. You knew that Tamara took your old job, but you didn't realize that she probably had a crush on Bobby too. And it really didn't make you think otherwise by his admission.

It wasn't a hard job, so you knew that she only wanted Bobby around because she liked him. So that only meant that this was gonna be awkward being in the same space as her.

"What am I gonna wear, Bobby? All of my clothes are at my apartment."

"Not to worry, beautiful. I already picked out an old army shirt and some cargo shorts for you to wear."

"Oh, does that mean I can wear your dog tags too?" you curiously asked.

"No, no, darling. Those are only for me to wear. Although, maybe I might oblige...if it involved you with nothing else on."

"That can be arranged," you hummed.

He just snickered.

"Enough," he sternly said. "Now get dressed and meet me in the kitchen. I made a breakfast smoothie for you."

"A tropical smoothie with a hint of coconut?"

"Of course. I do remember you always trying to drink all of mine every morning. I couldn't leave my cup unattended lest I be left with less than half of it."

You giggled.

"Well, it didn't bother you too much," you said as you began to put his clothes on. "I mean you did still fuck me last night."

"The heart wants what the heart wants," he teased before he left you to finish getting dressed.

After you finished and wrapped your hair up in a messy bun, you followed his instructions to meet him in the kitchen.

He was preoccupied pouring more almond milk in your smoothie before he finally looked at you. And when he looked at you, he was floored.

His old army shirt and cargo shorts looked so good on you. His shirt clung to your chest just right and his shorts hugged your ass and hips and thighs just right.

You looked like a model to him, a very sexy curvy model that he was lucky enough to bed last night.

"So, what do you think?" you asked as he finally came back to his senses.

"What do I think?" he asked as he walked around the island where he was standing and moved over by you. "I think...well I think you look gorgeous. Damn. My clothes look better on you."

He sealed his compliment with a heartfelt kiss, pulling you even closer to him as it went on.

"Thank you, Bobby," you said before a giggle. "Maybe you should let me wear your clothes more."

"I'm starting to be open to the suggestion," he moaned before he retrieved your smoothie. "Here. You ready to go now?"

"Thanks," you said once you took the cup from him. "Yep, I'm ready to go."

---

Sugar Baby

"You know, when I was a kid, I used to watch Mae do her and her daughter's hair when they were living with us," Ed started, bobby pin clasped between his lips. His hands were painstakingly braiding the last pieces of Alicia's hair that went along with the hair design he thought would look nice on her for the day.

"Mae was a master with hair. She could do just about any type of hairstyle that was common in the black community back then. It was quite impressive and I guess I just picked it up," he explained further, making sure he clearly answered Alicia's question of his skill. He was still a little too vague for her case though, but she let it slide.

"I'm honestly surprised. Seems like you were confused about my satin cap last night."

"I was. Mae and Loretta just wore their hair in scarves," he replied. "And honestly, I never really thought about how different their hair was from mine, just thought it was beautiful like yours. I mean Miss Mae was a housekeeper, but she still liked to look her best."

"I really would have liked Miss Mae," Alicia cooed. "She's sounds kinda like my dear mother."

Ed just chuckled before he turned her chair around so she could look in the mirror.

"Voila!" he cheered before he noticed the bright smile that now decorated Alicia's face.

He had braided the left side of her hair and wrapped it around the back, making a nice little design worthy enough for a typical hair show in Atlanta.

"Eddie! Oh my gosh! I love it! Thank you!," she said as she jumped out of her chair and hugged him.

"You're welcome," he happily said as he hugged her back.

"Oh my gosh, now I need to change."

"I don't mind you walking around in your swimming robe," he teased as he kissed her neck.

"Well, I mind, lover boy," she remarked before she went back into his bedroom to retrieve the old campus shirt and shorts that she packed.

Ed followed not too long after, but stayed leaned up against the bathroom doorsill. His hands were tucked into his distressed blue jeans, as his flexed muscles placed little wrinkles into his crisp white undershirt.

He eagerly watched her get out of her robe and into her clothes, which she noticed. Not that she mind though. He had seen her naked earlier.

"Enjoy the show, handsome?" she teased as she walked back over to him. He didn't give her an answer, but his baby blues did give her a good look over.

The baseball shirt she was wearing hugged her chest and waist just right and her shorts excentuated her sexy hips.

"Damn, she even looked good in casual clothes," he thought.

"My eyes are up here," she said with a giggle.

"They sure are," he retorted before he took her lips in a soft kiss. "You look amazing."

"I'm just wearing an old college shirt. But thank you."

"Honestly, you look good in anything...although I like you with nothing on too."

"Fresh," she remarked before she playfully punched his arm. He just laughed.

"Ready for the rest of the tour?"

"I was born ready."

Her response caused her older lover to laugh again before he took her hand and led her out the bedroom.

He showed her his guest rooms first — five in total and they were all designed with murals inspired by a Van Gogh painting. He told her how he hired a muralist from Manhattan to take on this task and how it took about five months to complete the project.

But he put up the artist in his own room and paid for his travels too and fro as well as his other expenses. To him, it was worth sleeping on the sofa for.

Alicia couldn't have agreed more, but she was curious what room he was gonna put her in. He smiled before he told her he though she would have liked to stay in the Starry Night suite. It was the largest room and had its own bathroom unlike the other four which had two shared bathrooms.

However, the guest rooms were rarely used anyway now. On that somber note, he brought her to his study on the other side of the upper floor.

The room was enormous and surrounded by Mahogany bookshelves that were overflowed with books of different genres. Honestly, it looked like a small library. But the centerpiece was a grand, large portrait of the Blackridge Family including Mae and Loretta that was above his large desk.

And Alicia noticed that the mother and daughter were wearing dresses that were as extravagant as Vivian's while Ed Sr. and Eddie were both wearing tailored suits. It was a lovely portrait and really showed how beloved Mae and Loretta were to the family.

"I made her laugh before we took that portrait," Ed admitted before he jokingly smiled at Alicia. "That's why her smile is so bright. Loretta didn't smile a lot, but she did around me. I made her."

"Sounds like you two were close."

"Of course. We grew up together."

Alicia giggled.

"I couldn't help but notice the dresses they're wearing too."

"Oh, yeah. My mom insisted that they be in every portrait, much to the photographer's chagrin. He didn't understand why we would consider the help family, but my dad would always back her up. So she would always make sure that Mae and Loretta had a nice outfit to wear too. Loretta and I were 15 in that picture."

"Malcolm looks like her," she observed.

"He does," he said with a laugh. "I've always told her that. She doesn't see it though."

She wanted to ask Ed more about his friendship with Loretta, but she decided against it and just went along with the rest of the tour.

The movie room was next on the itinerary and Alicia immediately observed that it looked like a viewing room on a Hollywood lot from the 1960s. But she liked the old charm of it.

The chairs were gold-finished with plush velvet" cushions and were put together in four columns and four rows. She wondered why he had so many seats, but didn't ask.

"You can sit if you would like," he softly said before she did. He followed after and smiled at her, making her do the same.

"I feel like I've gone back in time," she said. "But it's much cozier than how it would have been."

Her comment made Ed a little uneasy. Past memories of the mistreatment of his nanny and friend flooded his subconscious, but he tried his best to play it off.

"Yeah," he moaned. "This is actually an exact replica of the projection room in my childhood home. My mother loved movies, so my dad had it made for her when they were building the house. It was years before I was born. I actually get film from several movie companies every month."

Alicia was so in awe, she didn't respond. Ed grabbed her hand to get her attention again and she looked at him before he asked,

"What's your favorite movie genre? I can tweak my usual order for you and we can watch some movies together sometimes if you would like."

"I like just about any type of movie," she answered. "But I really like Action-Adventure, Comedy, and Horror. But I don't like gore."

"Noted," he said before he kissed her cheek.

---

The Vampire's Jewel

Your hand moved down your neck as your remembrance of him finally faltered. At this point, the scar he left you was but a mere mark. Nothing but a reminder of a night of revelry you shared only once.

But still, somehow, it was special to you. Deep down, you still loved him. It was obvious by how the Scarlet stain immediately made you think about him.

It still had been years though. Maybe it was time to move on. Sure, he claimed that your souls were bonded and that he would have to kill you if you betrayed him but how could he.

He left you alone the next morning after your encounter, without a proper goodbye. And vampire or not, that was just rude.

You still had hope that maybe you were still on his mind every now and then though. And you hoped he was safe wherever he ended up running away to.

Hell, maybe happily ever after was right around the corner. You hoped it was anyway. You spent way too many lonely nights over these poor years. You just longed for his chilly touch.

You moped for only a short while though as your yawns began to take over. Your tiredness won and eventually you blew out your bedside candle and got comfortable under the sheets.

Slowly, you closed your eyes and fell into a restful sleep.

But for only a short while.

Because you were soon startled awake by the noise of footsteps and heavy breathing. It was a frightening cacophony of noise, but still sounded so familiar.

However, you were frozen in place and didn't dare get out of bed to investigate.

The sounds stopped after a few minutes though, settling you back into peaceful sleep.

But as you dozed back off, the intruder made his way into your room. He crept in, barely making noise as he found his way to your bedside.

He really wanted to taste you again, but he became distracted by how pretty you were as you slept.

You were still as beautiful as he remembered, but he wondered if you would still find him attractive.

A lot had changed about him since the last time you saw each other.

Due to his new environment, his skin lost about ten years of aging and his hair started to grow back. Now, it was about shoulder length and flowing, but still as white as the tufts behind his ears he used to have.

His fingernails were still long and sharp, but trimmed to a more civilized length. And his clothes were updated to an era-appropriate suit vest and puffy shirt with slacks underneath.

He was a new man, a new man that didn't have to live in the shadows anymore. But although he had his new freedom, he began to miss you.

That's why he returned. He returned for you, just like he promised.

He just hoped that you would be able to adjust to the harsh coldness and darkness of his new home.

Slowly, he approached your face and stroked it with his chilly palm as his other hand moved to feel your heartbeat.

A smile appeared on his face once he felt the rush of your heartbeat and he quickly moved his head down to kiss your cheek.

You jolted awake once you felt his lips, before jumping back once you noticed the intruder's face.

Of course, you didn't recognize him so you reached for a sharp object to stab him before he jumped back and said,

"Greta, Greta. It's me. Schreck. Max Schreck."

"What?" you asked in a confused tone. You took a closer look at him afterwards, before you noticed his distinct yellowed eyes and fangs.

"Yes, it's really me. I've come back for you," he said as he kept his hands up.

"Well, it's about damn time," you huffed before you threw your blunt object to the side. "What took you so long? Why do you look different?"

"May I sit? It's been a long journey."

"Sure," you moaned as he sat down before he noticed the dried stain of Scarlet on your fingers. He licked his lips, alerting you that he saw the dried blood. You rolled your eyes, but let him lick it off.

"Thank you. I'm parched," he moaned after.

"I'll let you feed from me after you explain yourself," you replied.

"Good deal," he answered back as he sniffled you. "Mmm, you still smell of lilac."

"It is my favorite scent," you remarked. "Now spill."

Unfortunately, he had one more request before he did explain.

"Can I touch your breast?"

You rolled your eyes, but complied.

"Fine."

Swiftly, he squeezed your left breast which was his favorite. The low temperature of his pale hand made you wince, until he rest his head against your other breast.

Yes, his head was also cold but he was kinda cute like this. He was softly mewing as he kneaded your bosom, and rubbing against your other like a purring cat.

"Comfortable?" you teased.

"Yes," he purred. "I missed you a lot."

"I missed you too. That's why I thought you would come back for me sooner."

"I wanted to, but it wasn't safe. I traveled throughout the known world to find us a safe place to live, but I fell short. Every time I would get comfortable, I was driven away by angry humans. I was almost killed a couple of times," he began to explained. "I guess I can't blame them since I did kill their loved ones. And that was my life, until I settled in this remote village on the other side of Siberia..."

You were perplexed when he said that. He traveled all the way from Russia just to see you again. And not only that, but he traveled around the world just to find the perfect home for both of you.

You couldn't believe it. All this time, you thought he ditched you but he was just looking out for your best interest. Honestly, it made you love him even more.

"The locals there treat me like a god. I'm set up in an abandoned castle and I have willing feeders at my beck and call. They give me blood and I give them room and board in my castle. All of them were poor and homeless, so it's a win-win."

"That's lovely," you moaned. "But I'm not used to intense cold. Isn't it really cold there?"

"It is, but there is a way that you will be able to withstand it."

"And what would that be?"

"I want you to be my immortal bride," he cooed as he looked up at you. "By becoming a vampire. I can turn you tonight, while we make love."

"Schreck, I don't...I don't know about this. I mean will this hurt? Will I even change properly?"

"Greta, I'll take good care of you," he assured as he licked and kissed your right nipple. "Besides, you'll make a gorgeous vampire. And you'll live without fear of dying forever. I'll make sure of it."

"Well, I do like the sound of that," you murmured.

He widely smiled at you before asking,

"So you accept my offer?"

"Yes, yes. Turn me, please."

---

Jumping the Broom

He had the biggest smile on his face as he drove back home. He just couldn't wait to get back on one knee and propose to her again.

However, his plan was put on hold when he found his wife fast asleep on their couch. He was slightly disappointed, but still gave her a kiss on the cheek and pulled a blanket over her.

A soft smile reappeared on his face as she got cozy against the plush of the wool blanket as he put the ring box back in his pocket.

He turned the radio off after, realizing that Janie forgot to turn if off before she fell asleep. Then his stomach started to growl, so he went to the kitchen and found the stew on the burner.

Quietly, he went about rewarming their dinner and fixing them both a bowl. He figured the scent would wake her up.

And he was right. It did. As soon as the smell hit her nose, she slowly woke up. Her eyes batted open and she slightly stretch before she noticed the blanket draped over her.

That meant that Alan was finally home. Because he would always put a blanket over her if she fell asleep on the couch before he got back.

Happily, she jumped up and went to greet him. He was reading the paper she left on the table while he ate, so he didn't see her at first.

So she walked around to his backside and put her hands over his eyes.

"Guess who?" she teased.

"Is that my darling wife, Janie Marie?" he cooed.

"Yes," she chirped before she put her arms around his neck. He chuckled and gave her a kiss after.

"Sorry I didn't..."

"It's fine," he said as he folded the paper and put it where he found it. "I'm capable of fixing my own dinner too."

Janie giggled before noticing the bowl he fixed for her.

"Thank you," she said before she kissed his cheek.

"You're very welcome," he replied as she went to sit down and eat.

"That new paperboy always brings the papers after I leave for work," he suddenly said. "Good thing I'm not always checking the stock market."

Janie just laughed.

"He's six. Let's cut him some slack."

"Flynn and I were paperboys at his age. We always woke up with the roosters and did our job well and on time."

"Well, things work a little differently in Virginia than they do in Wisconsin."

"Fair enough," he relented. "You know, you season this better than ma does."

"I do have some Creole in my blood," she replied. "Spice is just a part of my DNA."

"I'm glad. This is just the kick I needed."

"How was your day?"

"It's was a bit chaotic. Glad I have Eric though. He kept my head on straight all day."

Janie laughed.

"I'm glad you have him too. He's the friendliest Brit I've ever met."

"How was your day?"

"I finished my errands. But I bumped into Mary, Betty Jean, and Cindy Lou at Macy's. So I spent most of the day with them at the shopping mall."

"Oh, well that's nice. I'm sure Mary appreciated it."

"Yeah, it was. I just hate that Paul told his girls to call me Miss Guillory instead of Mrs. Ward because we're not legally married and I'm colored..."

"That bastard just gets more and more likeable by the day, doesn't he?" he grumbled trying not to get too angry. Although, his face did get red and he did tighten his fists.

"I'm not trying to work you up, Alan. I just needed to vent."

"Rupert also made me mad."

"Oh no. What did Mr. Jessup say?" she asked.

"He was talking about how you aren't actually my wife and how I'm only shy about my big case because I'm with you...a colored woman. Like how dare I not want to make that bust all about me when it isn't my struggle."

"Ugh, I really hate him sometimes."

"Eric had my back though. He told me that we can legally get married now due to the verdict of that case."

"Yes, I know. I'm so excited. I'm glad things are starting to change."

"Me too," he said with a big smile. "Now, what's for dessert?"

"Why don't you check the oven?" she teased.

"Okay," he said with a shrug. Once he checked the bottom compartment, he found the banana bread she baked.

He took it out but then noticed a strange hole in the middle. So he poked his finger in and felt a little plastic toy. He took it out and it was a little baby rattle painted pink.

His eyes lit up before he looked over at his wife. She had turned her chair around and had a big smile on her face as she rubbed her belly.

"Janie..."

She giggled.

"Alan, I'm pregnant. You're gonna be a father."

The excitement Alan felt suddenly was overwhelming. For the past three years, he desperately wanted a child and now his dream was becoming a reality.

He threw himself on the floor in front of her and just started to cry tears of joy. Janie smiled and cradled his head against her stomach as he kept kissing it.

"When did you find out?"

"Last Thursday at my doctor's appointment," she answered. "I wanted to wait to tell you until we got the verdict for the case."

"Janie, this is wonderful news," he said as he kissed her tummy again. "I'm so happy. I love that you put that little rattle in the bread."

"Betty Jean picked it out at the doll store at the mall."

"Of course she did," he said with a giggle. "I'm finally gonna have my little June Rose. Oh, I can't wait to hold her and read her bedtime stories."

Janie giggled before she ruffled his hair.

"We don't know what we're having yet."

"I just know. Father's intuition. And I love her already."

"She loves you too," she hummed as her husband looked up at her with watery eyes.

"I'm so glad you told me. Which means it's a good time to also do this," he said as he pulled out the ring box and got on one knee. "Janie Marie Guillory, would you make me that happiest man in the world and legally marry me?"

"Oh, Alan," she cooed before she began to cry. "Of course, I will."

---

I hope to have these chapters fully updated sometime in July. 🤞🏾 Hopefully, I can get through another bout off writer's block by then.

But until then, enjoy! 😁

#i know some of these are a long time coming #and i'm sorry for the delay #but writers block has a chokehold on me right now #and i'm being too hard on myself #but that's a story for another day #hope you enjoy #and hope i finish these up #bobby hicks #edward blackridge #max schreck #alan ward #fanfiction #wip #current wip #work in progress #fanfic #willem dafoe

[dairy-farmer]

For that latest ask with the post-suicide attempt Tim.....I’m just picturing Damian finally being allowed to ‘make love to’ Tim as a gift for his 15th birthday— the whole time before while discussing it Bruce and Dick are reminding him how fragile Tim is, how he’ll need to be gentle— Jason’s comments fall along the line more of ‘threatening’, and Damian knows from cass’s looks alone that he better treat Timmy right.

They all assume Tim’s a virgin, which is more or less true, although he had fooled around a bit with Stephanie, and clumsily masturbated to thoughts of Kon— facts he probably shouldn’t share with the bats, as they’ll view it as someone defiling or taking advantage of their sweet Timmy.

They do it with Timmy being spooned by Dick in his damians big, comfy bed— if any of them had anything smaller than a queen before, they don’t anymore, now that none of them want Tim sleeping by himself— and Damian eagerly but gently kissing Tim, then trailing down to eat him out and finger him. The whole time, dick is running his hands under Tim’s sweater— they decided keeping the top on with help Tim feel more secure and safe— gently playing with Tim’s little breasts, and gently kneading his tummy and sides to help ease the entry of Damian.

Dick is obviously hard beyond belief, but he mostly ignores it, because he knows this moment isn’t about him. He just directs Damian and soothes Tim, affectionately kissing his hair and neck and ears. Telling him how beautiful he is. How much they adore him. How good they’re going to make him feel.

Damian comes inside, because they’ve had Tim on birth control for months as a ‘precautionary’ measure. Tim seems startled and alarmed by the unfamiliar sensation, but Damian and Dick just hold him still and trap him between them until the pressure and darkness force him down.

After that, dick carefully moves out from under Tim, putting soft pillows where he was to cushion him— they’re always so careful, with Tim’s weak, fractured limbs, only ever able to be partially-healed— and with Damian curled up protectively next to him, stroking his hair, he pulls down his sweats and gives his dick a few pumps, cumming onto Tim’s cute, sleepy face.

tim is tired most days. he's certain it's the orange juice because he catches sight of bruce squeezing a clear liquid from a tube into it one morning.

extra vitamins they tell him. he needs them they tell him.

tim's not sure what he can say. he can't exactly say he thinks they're lying to him again or they'll get quietly sad and put him back on the medication that makes him feel like he's in a fog. tim hasn't used it in awhile. not since his hysterical episdoes tapered off and they took him off it.

but even though he's not doing much beyond lying on the bed, he can't help but feel out of breath as damian pushes all the way in him. it's so deep.

tim is certain that damian has popped past the pinhole of his cervix and is fucking into his womb. it's deep and tim's cunt feels so tender afterward.

damian is rough and harsh even when he's trying to be gentle. it was a special case when they all thought tim was going to be fucked for the first time. but even now the rest of the family always makes sure to check to make sure damian isn't being too rough with him.

jason doesn't hesitate to grunt at damian while dick chides him, telling him to slow down, just a little bit, not so hard dami okay? you need to fuck timmy's pussy a little slower, i know it feels good but be a little more careful with him.

tim stares at damian over him, mind hazy and mind telling him there is something wrong here. there's something wrong with this.

but dick's calloused fingers play with tim's clit as damian's slowed thrusts push into him.

damian is grimacing, lips pushed down, and his brows are furrowed. he looks like it pains him to not be able to fuck tim's cunt hard but tim is grateful.

damian has a big cock. it fills him and split him all the way open. damian always pours plenty of lube before pushing in bare skin to bare skin.

tim knows they love cumming in him. bruce has the biggest cock of all but he's always tender and gentle, only rubbing the head in and never pushing futher. he whispers about how warm tim is, how tight he is, how he's such a good boy for doing this for them.

cassandra never cums in him but that's because she can't. but she sometimes stuffs toys in tim and plays with his cunt. she likes to watch his pussy stretch around a dildo.

dick's cock is the longest. he'll sit tim on his lap and just tuck his cock inside, occasionally thrusting or thumbing tim's clit until his clenches bring him to orgasm. mostly dick likes tim's tits and mouth. he likes kissing tim's mouth or pulling out and pushing in enough so that he can cum on his tongue.

tim swallows it because dick always gives him sweet caramel filled chocolate afterward to wash down the taste.

jason is like damian, he likes his pussy.

but unlike damian, jason is gentler. sometimes it takes him as hour to cum because of how slowly and carefully he fucks tim, not wanting to jostle tim's weak limbs. he holds tim's legs on his shoulder and thrusts in, eyes locked the entire time on the sight of his cock diappearing into tim's cunt.

he too cums in tim, filling tim and whispering grunts as tim whines and squirms from the feeling.

tim doesn't like it when they cum in him. it leaks. it gets on his bedsheets and his underwear if they don't clean him out.

despite his roughness, damian still tries his best to be good with tim. he licks at tim's cunt and fucks him with his tongue. he suckles on tim's clit and tim can do nothing but tremble and moan as fingers invade him and press into his hot insides.

tim doesn't stay awake long after sex.

getting fucked is exhausting and damian is young. he has a short refractory period and can often cum three times in an hour.

so sometimes tim will fall asleep with soft hands massaging his scalp and damian fucking his pussy. only to wake up to those same soft hands rolling his nipples between two fingers, squeezing his breast, and damian still fucking him.

tim doesn't know. he doesn't often remember much of what happens to him. sometimes people braid his long hair so it doesn't get matted. sometimes people wheel him around the manor. sometimes people feed him foods or his medicine. sometime someone picks him up and carries him to a soft bed where they play with his body and fuck him until he crying from how his clit aches from cumming too much.

at tim's tears they'll kiss his cheeks and wipe them up. then they'll hold tim especially tight as they 'unghh nnghh hnnghh' into him and tim feels the familiar hot splatter of cum filling him.

that's what usually happens.

and then he'll fall asleep in their arms, swaddled in warmth and sweetly kissed. then he'll know nothing more.

#anonymous #answered asks #asks

[just-a-bit-of-a-nerd]

baby umbrella 2 (CHRISTMAS SPECIAL)

AN: I hope you enjoy, this took me 3 days to finish so it’s kinda long. Enjoy!

Summary: Y/n tries to help her uncles and aunt have an amazing Christmas to make up for all the bad ones.

I woke up extra early the next morning. 

Like 5 am early.

Now I usually don’t do this but I had important shit to do.

See I am known for being the best gift giver ever. 

I know exactly what people like and I take note of things they enjoy.

And I’ve been saving my allowance even more than I usually do for everyone.

Like I got Uncle Luther a gift card to his favorite diner as well as a cookbook cause I know he likes to try cooking new things with Sloane. 

For Sloane I got her a new camera and scrapbook because I know she’s into arts and crafts.

For dad, I got him a new set of throwing knives he’s been looking at but refuses to buy cause he’s weird.

For aunt Allison I got her a new pair of boots that I thought she’d like. 

 And I got Claire an Aladdin doll set because that’s her favorite movie at the moment.

Got uncle Klaus a nail art set that I also have because he always talks about how jealous he is that I have one and he doesn’t whenever we do our nails.

And I got Viktor new violin strings as well as a watch he’s been wanting.

Now there’s one more person who I haven’t bought for yet.

Uncle fucking Five.

He never talks about his likes or interests at all.

The only thing I could think to get him was fucking coffee.

Which can’t be a gift on its own so I have no clue what to get him. 

I don’t just wanna get him clothes, his favorite coffee place Griddy’s closed down so I can’t get him a gift card from there, I can’t JUST get him coffee, he already has a stash somewhere in this house. 

And I can’t ask anyone for help because then that person would know that I’m buying something for everyone and I want that to be a secret. 

So I’m stuck and I only have $40 more dollars to spare and less than 24 hours.

This isn’t fucking good.

I get ready as quickly and quietly as possible then I get online and do the stupidest thing ever. 

I go to google and look up ‘what to get my grandpa for Christmas’.

And that was absolutely no help and it made me feel stupid. 

I decided to go downstairs and get something to drink before I wallow in panic.

When I get downstairs I see the one and only Five Hargreeves drinking coffee as always.

“What are you doing up so early?” he asks as I walk over to the fridge.

“The excitement of the holidays awoke me,” I lied/joked, “what about you?” I ask as I come sit next to him with a glass of orange juice.

“Can’t sleep,” he answered, taking a sip of coffee.

“And is that because you have sleeping problems or because you drink exactly 30 cups of coffee daily?” I asked.

“Probably both,” he answers looking down. 

I tilt my head in confusion, “why do you think you have sleeping problems?” I asked him to take a sip of my own drink.

“Probably the apocalypse,”  he starts, “it was different falling asleep there obviously, I guess I just got used to it and now it’s weird trying to fall asleep without it.”

I stop to think for a minute before asking, “What are some things that make it different, if you don't mind me asking,” I add that last part in fear of getting too personal.

“No it’s okay, and I don’t know,” he begins to explain, “one I didn’t have a bed but if anything having the bed now helps really. But there was this…sound I guess. Like an end of the world sound, it was like the crackling of fire and wind and rain and…lots of stuff. Back then I found it all annoying but now I see it’s kinda what helped me sleep.”

That was it. That’s what I’m gonna get Five. A sound generator or whatever. Now I just need to find out when and where to get it. 

“Well I hope your sleep schedule goes back to normal soon,” I say like I’m not hatching a plan to do just that at the moment.

“Yeah me too,” he answers, then uncle Viktor walks in.

“Y/n? What are you doing up this early,” he asks as he takes the orange juice from me and pours himself a glass.

“Holiday excitement,” I give a similar answer to what I gave Five and he just nods. 

“Are you excited about the holidays too Five?” Viktor asks as he looks up at Five.

“Oh yeah I’m overjoyed,” he answers sarcastically.

“Wouldn’t expect anything less,” he replies.

-time skip- 

It’s like 7 now and I need to find out how I can get outta here so I can finish my shopping.

“Hey dad can I go and pick up some flour? We’re all out and I wanted to try out this Christmas cookie recipe,” I tried and he looked at me like I was crazy.

“Alone?” he asked and I nodded.

“Very funny, no,” he answers and starts to walk away.

“Come on dad you know I can take care of myself,” I beg as I follow him, “I can move things with my mind and you even said my fighting is getting better, and it’s 7 in the morning. Kidnappers don’t roam around until at least noon.”

“You’re not allowed to leave the house alone, you know that,” he argues.

“Well I’m gonna be all by myself at school,” I pointed out, “whatcha gonna do then?”

“When school starts I’m gonna drop you off and pick you up, and you won’t be alone during the school day so you’ll be fine,” he concludes.

“What are you guys arguing about?” Uncle Viktor asks.

“Viktor!” I exclaim, “could you please explain to my father that I am fully capable of walking across the street to pick up flour for 5 minutes.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with that,” he agrees with me and I smile.

“See,” I say as I turn back to my father, “Father, papa, daddy dearest, I love you but you can be a little clingy sometimes,” I explain to him.

“I don’t care what he,” he points at Viktor, “you,” he points at me, “or anyone listening in thinks, You. Aren’t. Going. Alone.”

“What if I took her?” Viktor speaks up, “ I mean come on Diego it’s just flour that she could get alone but if you’re gonna be that way I’ll just take her.”

“I’m gonna ignore the last part of your sentence and say yeah, you can take her,” he agrees and I mentally facepalm.

Awesome, I can go but I’m gonna have to go with someone who can’t know the real reason I need to go.

Perfect.

“Cool, you okay with that Y/n?” he asks and I just nod, “Alright then let's go,” he motions his hands to follow me and I do.

We get in the car and he starts driving.

“I can’t believe he doesn’t trust me enough to get flour,” I complained.

“It’s not you he doesn’t trust Y/n,” he explains, “it’s the world.”

“Well I’m gonna be living in it alone in at least 5 years time,” I reasoned, “will 18 year old Y/n need one of her uncles to take her to the store?” I ask and Viktor chuckles.

“No you won’t, but Y/n,” his smile fades, he’s getting serious now, “you’re still a kid, and he has good reason to be over protective, he had to see how losing Claire affected Allison, he spent 2 months not knowing where you were, and then he did lose you. But he was lucky enough to get you back, so if I were him I’d be the same. And I know it’s annoying for you to deal with but try not to be too mad at him for his clinginess,” he finishes and I nod.

“Yeah I know,” I confess, “but I forget when he does stuff like this.”

“It’s easy to forget,” he agrees, “just remember afterwards”

I nod and the rest of the ride is us talking about nothing too important.

Once we get there Viktor grabs a cart and walks up to me, “There’s some other stuff I need to get while we’re here so we’ll get the flour once we get close to it,” he explains and I smirk.

“Or could you give me a tiny taste of freedom and I’ll grab the flour while you get the stuff you need and we’ll meet by self checkout?” I question and he thinks about it before nodding.

“Okay, just don’t do anything stupid,” he gives in and I mentally celebrate.

I walk to the direction of the flour and when I see Viktors not looking anymore I run to the sleep aisle. 

“Sleep machine sleep machine sleep machine,” I repeat to myself until I find one for $14.99.

“Bingo,” I exclaim as I pick it up, I start to run out of the aisle when something catches my eye.

It was a dream catcher for only like $8. I didn’t really know if they work but just in case I get it for him. Whether Five admits it or not I know he’s gotta have nightmares after all the shit he’s been through. Hell I get em and haven’t gone through half of that.

I run to self checkout and quickly pay for the items then run to the entrance. I look for our car and once I find it I make the bag float into it. Earning a few dazed looks, but I could care less. Once it was in there I ran to the flour aisle, grabbed whatever was cheapest, then ran back to self checkout where Viktor was waiting for me.

“Hey, you get what you need?” I asked and he nodded.

“I also got these cookie cutters for your cookies,” he said as he showed them to me and I smiled.

“Wait, do we have baking powder and vanilla at home?” I asked him, yes there was an actual recipe that I found just to make this more believable. 

“Um baking powder, yes, vanilla I’m not sure about,” he answered.

“I’ll go grab some,” I told him as I put the flour in the cart.

I ran to get some vanilla. Once I got back we paid for our stuff then left to go home.

I put the flour and vanilla on the counter and Viktor takes his stuff to his room. I then run up to my room and open my window. My window is on the side of the house where we park our car. Once I see the car I use my power to make the bag with Fives stuff float up to me, again earning weird looks. Once it’s close enough I grab it and hide it in my closet. I’ll wrap it later.

When I’m done with all that I go down stairs to try and find everyone which most of them are in the kitchen.

“Hey, do you guys wanna help me make cookies?” I ask.

“I do!” Claire shouted excitedly as she ran up to me.

“Same,” Sloane spoke up and then everyone agreed and we got everything out.

First we added butter, then sugar, vanilla, and an egg.

Once we did that the recipe called for 3 cups of flour which Klaus begged to pour.

And he did, but after that he didn’t support the bottom of the bag and flour spilled out everywhere.

“Klaus! You have to support the bag!” Luther shouted as I died laughing.

“It’s like snow mommy!” Claire exclaimed as she jumped into the flour.

“Claire no!” Allison yelled but it was too late.

“I’m gonna make a snowball,” she declared as she picked up some flour and tried her best to shape it into a ball, and when she got it close enough she threw it at Diego.

“Hey!” he shouted and if anyone thought I was dying before, I was now. He then rolled his eyes and picked up a clump of flour from the floor and threw it at me, making me gasp.

“Oh it’s on Batman,” I challenge as I pick up flour and throw it right at his face, some flying past him and hitting Luther. 

“Hey!” he shouts doing the same to me.

Then all hell breaks loose.

 Within 5 minutes there’s flour absolutely everywhere and the cookies were long forgotten until Five walks in the room.

“Hey Idiots!” he yells and everyone stops and looks at him.

“Get this mess away from my coffee machine,” he finishes as he goes to pour another cup.

“Yeah we should probably start cleaning up,” Luther suggest and everyone agrees.

-time skip-

After we cleaned up and finished the cookies it was getting dark. I went up to my room and wrapped Fives gift then I brought the rest out of their hiding place. Now my plan was to wait til everyone was asleep then I’d sneak the gifts downstairs and put them under the tree like Santa or whatever.

Once I put the gifts where no one will find them for now I go back downstairs to distract everyone until they go to sleep. I looked in an old closet and I found the Monopoly game I got a while back and decided to start a game with this.

“Hey, does anyone wanna play Monopoly with me?” I asked as I walked into the main room.

“Me I do,” Klaus gasped out, making me laugh.

“I guess one game won’t hurt,” Five also agreed. Whether he’d admit it or not everyone knows he loves Monopoly because he gets to ‘show off his smarts’.

Everyone else also agreed and we set the game up.

“I’m going to be the banker because I’m the only trustworthy one here,” Allison declared to which everyone agreed.  Claire wasn’t gonna play, just guard the money.

“Okay who first?” Viktor asked.

“Youngest always goes first,” Diego says as he pats my head.

I then rolled the dice and got 7 so I moved 7 spaces and landed on a chance spot. Once I do that I pick up a card and read it out loud. 

“It’s a get outta jail free card,” I explain and everyone nods.

“Okay then Five it’s your turn,” Klaus jokes and Five gives him a death glare.

“Technically we’re all the same age so it doesn’t matter as long as Y/n goes first and Five goes last,” Sloane points out. 

“Maybe we should go by the numbers Reggie gave us,” Viktor suggest.

“Okay then Luther your turn,” I say as I give Luther the dice. 

“Okay,” he says as he rolls, getting two 5’s.

“You have to roll again you got doubles,” Five explains after Luther moves to the just visiting space.

“I know I know,” Luther says as he rolls again getting two 3’s.

“I’ll buy it,” he says once he sees he’s landed on St. James Place.

“You know you have to roll again,” Allison points out as she takes his money and gives him his card.

“And if you roll one more double you go to jail,” Diego says smirking.

“Yes yes I know how to play,” Luther says a bit annoyed as he rolls one final time rolling two 1’s.

“Oh what the hell!?” he exclaims as everyone laughs.

-10 minutes later-

“Come on, give me a break!” Diego exclaims as he pays Viktor another $100.

“Why are you so good at this game?” I asked and he just shrugged.

“If you think I’m good Five is the one who asked if he could start a savings account,” he said pointing at Five who’s just smirking.

-20 minutes later-

“Mommy I’m sleepy,” Claire told Allison and she sighed.

“Sloane, could you take over being a banker? I’m gonna take this one to bed,” Allison said as she picked up Claire.

“Of course have a good night,” she said as they walked up stairs.

“Now who will be the new owner of Allison’s old property? Will it be Five, the businessman who if given to much power it’ll all go his head, the gorilla who’s poorer than me in reality, batman who’s barely holding on, or it could be-”

“SHUT UP KLAUS!” everyone shouts at the same time making him shut up.

-45 minutes later-

“What the hell!?” Five shouted.

“Pay up Bill Gates,” I laugh out loud, he had to pay every player $100.

“That is the stupidest card ever,” he complains as he pays everyone what they need.

“It wasn’t stupid when I got that card,” Viktor said as he rolled his eyes.

“Okay my turn,” I roll the dice and end up at free parking and jump with joy.

(Idk how you play but I do it as if you pay for random stuff like getting outta jail you put it in the middle and whoever lands on free parking gets all the money that was laid down.)

“WHAT!?” “HOW IS THIS FAIR!?” “YOU GO SUGARPLUM!” 

I laugh as I take all the money in the middle, almost being as much as Five had.

“Look who’s Bill Gates now,” I exclaim as I sort out my money.

-15 minutes later-

“Hey bitch that’s my railroad,” Klaus shouts at Viktor.

“No it’s not, I literally just bought it!” he shouts back.

“No! I bought it 2 rounds ago but Sloane never gave me my card!” he claims.

“You Liar!” Viktor accuses. 

-30 minutes later-

“I HATE YOU,” Diego shouts, completely ignoring the fact that there’s a sleeping 5 year old upstairs.

“OH?” Five starts, “WELL NEXT TIME DON’T STEAL MY MONOPOLY!”

“Five, give Diego your $200, you landed on his property,” Luther tries to calm them down.

“NO HE’S IN JAIL, I’M NOT GONNA GIVE MONEY TO A CRIMINAL,”  Five argues.

“THAT'S NOT HOW YOU PLAYYYY,” Diego shouts back.

“Why is everyone screaming?” Viktor asks in a calm voice.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP VIKTOR YOUR NOT GONNA TALK AFTER STEALING MY LAST RAILRAOD,” Klaus shouted, still pressed about the railroad thing.

“I WISH I WAS NEVER BORN!” Diego shouts.

“ME TOO,” Klaus agrees.

“YOU THINK I WANTED THIS!?” Five shouts.

“OKAY! I’m putting the game up, bedtime kids,” I declare and everyone walks away grumbling.

I clean up the game and put it DEEP in the closet before I make sure everyones in their rooms.

Once I do that I use my powers to quietly take the gifts and put them under the tree. Once I’m done with that I immediately go to sleep.

-Christmas morning-

The next morning I get woken up by Claire shouting through the halls that it’s Christmas.

Me and everyone else walk down the stairs as Luther hands out gifts.

“And this one is to Claire from Santa,” Luther explains as he hands Claire her gift which she opens immediately.

“Mommy, Look!” she exclaims as she shows her mom the doll set I got her.

“Where did this come from?” she asked, confused.

“Santa mommy, it came from Santa,” Claire explains as I hold back a giggle.

“Um, what are these?” Luther asks as he points to everything I bought.

“No clue,” Diego answers.

“Who does it say it’s from?” Klaus asks to which Luther replies, “Santa.”

“Are they all for Claire?” Five asks and Luther shakes his head again.

“They’re for us,” she shows them the names and everyones confused.

“Open them guys,” I encourage and they hesitantly take what's theirs.

Klaus was the first to open and when he saw what it was he gasped, alarming everyone in the room but me and Claire.

“What is it? A bomb, a threat?” Diego asks.

“It’s a nail set!” he shouts with delight as everyone looks at him even more confused, “It’s just like Y/n’s, who got me this?”

Everyone stays quiet and Klaus gasps again, “It’s from Santa, really Santa.”

“I don’t know about that,” Luther questions as Sloane opens hers.

“Luther, look, it's a new camera and scrapbook!” she shares happily. Luther then decided to open his.

“Oh my gosh,” he gasps, “it’s a gift card and a cookbook!”

Once they opened there's everyone else ripped theirs open.

“Wow, the knife's I wanted,” Diego smiles.

“Oh new strings, and a Watch? Awesome,” Viktor exclaims.

“Oh my goodness they’re so cute!” Allison squeals as she opens her new boots.

“Uncle Five open yours,” I suggest, he was the only one to not open his.

He hesitates before finally ripping the paper and seeing what he got.

“What is it?” I ask.

“It’s…a sound machine, and a dream catcher,” he explains slowly.

“That’s awesome!” I congratulate, “They might help you get a good night's sleep finally.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, just staring at his gift. I know he loves it.

“Okay stop the games, who did this,” Diego asks and I stay quiet.

“It was Santa Diego!” Claire points out and no one really disagrees.

“Wait,” Five stops, “Y/n didn’t get anything,” he points out.

“There’s one more gift,” I pointed under the tree, “is it for me?”

Luther looks and it does indeed say my name. Yep I got myself something so no one would think it’s me.

“Well then maybe it really WAS Santa,” Klaus suggested.

Five shrugged, “Maybe”

#the umbrella academy #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five #five hargreeves #viktor hargreeves

[mercysought]

i’m sorry for interrupting you. i’ll come back when you’re done. (from mr silverhand for miss v, and he's definitely being a sarcastic ass)

@misaentropy . under the udala trees . selectively accepting

  "How ‘bout you don’t come back?!” she bites back. She looks over her shoulder to the figure that waved his hand with an expression like he’d just sucked on the most sour lemon. If only Vivian could just pour all of lemon juice in this world into his corneas, but she would take this smidge amount of annoyance. She turns the cigarette in her fingers, twisting it so that the ash would fall on the small ash tray on her knee. Holding it, she places it down in front of the small table in her and Vince’s little apartment. Getting up she feels her joints complain as she turns to face the glitch “Fucking slam the door on your way out while you’re at it!”

She knew it would be useless to hit him with anything, even if she wanted to. It seemed that Johnny was the only one that could do anything to scare the bones out of her. It had only been a few weeks since she had been aware of this new fuckin’ addition in her life. Him and the barely healed gunshot wound in her fuckin’ head. Sometimes she thought her headaches were because of that - being brought back to life shit, what else was new - but no. The more she thought about it  she was sure that it was him.

He was the fucking headache. One that she was sure she wouldn’t be able to get rid off even as the wound in her head healed. And yeah, she was aware that had it not been for the fuckin’ chip she’d have been dead. Dead, dead. And kicking and screaming here was still better than that. Still. She’d find a way of getting rid of him too, she had survive this far. A dead, annoying, deluded with ideas of grandeur rocker boy wasn’t about to be the shithead that would stop her.

  “Newsflash, choom:” she puts the cigarette out, walking with intent to where he was. Fumin’, she was still fumin’ for the way that they had... met. No one in Night City that had spoken to her like that had kept speakin’ for very long. Much less if they had touch a single strand of her hair. He’d have been fucking pulp. And while the desire to rip his arm and beat him up with it still gnawed at her jaw, she knew that did fuck all "You are the only fuckin’ reason why I still believe in God because that is the only fuckin’ way that I can see why I should be on the receivin’ end of this amount of punishment! It must be because of all the shit I’ve done on this life and the previous one!” 

She gets right in his face. In his glitchy, non-existent, annoying, parasitic face.

  “And you know what? That’s fine. If you’re my punishment, then I’m yours.”

#misaentropy #v. ( muses ) #raven received ( meme replies ) #( vivian once said: if I don't get peace you don't get peace either fucker )

[ootori-sibs]

Put a blade to my neck and call it a collar

Chapter one

Slight warning for implied mentions of sex (nothing even happens it's just referenced.

At the window of my room, the prince arrived. Dressed in nothing but his tight black pants and flowing white shirt, barely even laced up. He reached out for me and spoke, in that silky smooth, western european accent, "my love, I have come to see you in your most private hours."

I stared up at him, wrapping my blankets around myself as I wondered if I should dare to call the guards. A part of me, however, did wonder what it would be like if I heard him out. Perhaps he had information he could give me-

"Information? Pssh, that's not what he wants to give you." Kyoya rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his cherry juice he'd had put into a wine glass. It was around three am now, and he'd finished his homework, as well as the club finances for the week, so he was having some time to himself. He didn't think there was anything wrong with devouring trashy romance novels in the middle of the night, it's not like there was anyone there to judge him for it.

It was just getting good, but he knew that Tamaki had something planned the next day so he definitely wouldn't be allowed to sleep in as much as he usually would like. So unfortunately, he did have to put the book down.

Putting the book next to the others on the shelf, Kyoya decided not to read too much into his taste in fantasy romances. He liked fantasy before he befriended the human embodiment of the prince charming archetype, it wasn't his fault. He was not in the mood to psychoanalyse himself tonight, no sir.

Getting back into bed, he took another sip of his juice before turning over and getting all snug in his blankets. This was his favourite part of the night, when he got to relax and lull himself into the deep abyss that was sleep.

"Alexa," he activated the computer ai in his room. He wasn't sure how it worked but frankly, he couldn't care less, "play some white noise."

Now with his background noise, he could close his eyes and finally get some rest. He loved that feeling, the feeling of relinquishing control and slipping into his most vulnerable state. Oh how he loved it.

What he didn't love, was being woken up by the blonde idiot as he threw some clothes onto the bed. "Come on, Mon Ami! Get dressed!"

"Ugh…" he groaned, rolling over and pushing himself up into a press-up position before flopping back down, face buried in the pillow. "I hate you…"

"No you don't!" Came the chipper response from his best friend, the moron was now pouring some fresh coffee- Kyoya could smell it from here. "I had your maids bring you some choc ou pain, I know you said you don't like sweet things but you liked it when we had that sleepover so I figured why not. I've also brought some coffee flavoured crackers, I figured those would get you up and running."

"What the fuck are we doing that you have to be so nice to convince me..?" He pushed himself out of bed, blankets still wrapped around himself.

"Nothing too bad," Tamaki chuckled. He was dressed in a sky blue polo shirt with cream pants and a dark brown belt with… hiking boots- why the fuck was he wearing hiking boots?

"Tamaki," he frowned, reaching out as he's handed his coffee, "what are we doing?"

"Well, I was thinking about how we never-"

"Tamaki, cut to the chase. What are we doing?"

"I figured we could go camping." He shrugged, looking at Kyoya like he was expecting an argument.

"Camping?" Kyoya repeated, unsure if he heard that correctly.

"Yep!"

"Absolutely not." He sipped his coffee, standing up and glaring at the other boy. "On our own?"

"Well the entire club but yeah, on our own."

"We're literally teenagers, not only that, but we're always extremely wealthy teenagers- bar Haruhi, but she's a girl so it balances out." He pauses, putting the coffee up, "do you want to get kidnapped? Because that's how you get kidnapped, Tamaki. We can't go camping on our own, we'll all end up dead or worse. That's not to mention the fact that you expect any of us to have any sort of survival skills." Pausing again, he held up a hand to shut Tamaki up, "and don't bring up Honey and Moro's fighting skills, because they shouldn't be forced to protect us. They aren't fucking gaurd dogs."

"Aw, but I found a leaflet for a camping ground on the dinner table yesterday so I thought-"

"Who left it there?" Kyoya interrupted, annoyed that someone had stolen his favourite tactic for getting what he wants.

"Huh?"

"Who left the leaflet for you to find? Leaflets don't just appear in front of you, Tamaki?"

"They don't? But at school-"

"I put those ones there, you moron." He sits down, beginning to eat his breakfast, "it's the only way I can get you to do something."

Tamaki paused for a moment, blinking down at him in surprise. "You could just ask me for things, you know? I'm not going to say no."

"Whatever," Kyoya brushed him off, bitter about having to admit that he wants things. "Someone clearly wanted you to go camping, in order to make you vulnerable."

"Maybe," Tamaki shrugged, sitting next to him, "what would you prefer then? If you don't feel safe camping."

"I don't feel anything," Kyoya snapped back, huffing as he had more of the pastry, "I don't know, you're the ideas guy."

Humming in thought, Tamaki watched Kyoya eat for a few minutes before smiling. "Maybe we could go and have a picnic instead? No danger because it'll be in the middle of the day, and then perhaps we can have a sleepover at my place. How does that sound?"

Kyoya sighed, nodding and dabbing at his mouth with a handkerchief, "that sounds a lot better, actually. Where do you propose we go for the picnic?"

"Oh that's a good question," Tamaki hummed in thought, combing Kyoya's hair for him. "There's a lovely cliff in the nearby woods. We could go there?"

"Hm," Kyoya hummed, enjoying the sensation a little more than he probably should. Tamaki was a very touchy guy, and Kyoya had discovered very early on that he adored the attention, * especially having his hair played with. It was downright heavenly to him, he couldn't get enough. "That sounds lovely, do you think the others will enjoy it?"

"Oh Haruhi will, she mentioned liking the woods.'

There it was, the reason this lovely attention was now laced with shame. Kyoya's best friend was no longer single. Tamaki had a girlfriend.

Haruhi was a lovely young lady, of course she was. Kyoya couldn't help but be fond of her, she was perfect for Tamaki as well, and she was such a good friend. The only problem was that Kyoya had a jealous streak a mile long, so he couldn't help but feel pain when he remembered their situation.

Looking up at Tamaki, the sun streaming in through those golden locks and reflecting off those amethyst eyes, Kyoya's heart hurt. He was so desperately in love with this man, but couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't his place to see Tamaki like that. They were both boys, and despite Tamaki being openly bisexual, the boy was an heir, and needed a partner who could give him a child. Kyoya couldn't do that.

It was tragic, but Kyoya was okay with it.

Tamaki would never see him like that, and it was okay. Haruhi knew full well how Kyoya felt, and for the most part she ignored it. She never objected to the way Tamaki touched Kyoya near constantly, so Kyoya didn't feel as much shame as he would about enjoying the attention.

⁠♡

When they actually picked up the others, they'd been informed of the change in plans but thankfully not why. Tamaki had been smart enough to realise that Kyoya wouldn't want them to know he'd gotten nervous.

Tamaki was a good friend, at least that's what he liked to think. He could read Kyoya like a book, and he could read the other hosts just as well. The only exceptions to the rule were Mori and Haruhi; Mori because he never spoke, and Haruhi- well Tamaki wasn't sure about her, but she was certainly an enigma. He used this innate knowledge of his friends' inner thoughts, in order to help them and make them feel safe and loved. He's pretty sure that makes him a good friend.

They all sat down for the picnic and Tamaki, as usual, kept his eyes on Haruhi. He did find himself glancing at Kyoya quite a lot, making sure his buddy was feeling okay. He was a little worried about Kyoya, but the magane boy knew how to pretend he was fine a little too well.

That just worried Tamaki more.

There was something in the air that day, Tamaki couldn't tell you what it was but his stomach butterflies fluttered and it didn't matter if he was watching Haruhi or Kyoya. He'd long known that he was bisexual, but today seemed especially difficult for him. Maybe it was something in the brie, or the champagne the twins had stolen from their mother but Tamaki couldn't help but watch Kyoya a little more- did he and Haruhi wear the same lipgloss? He knew better than to ask, but he was still curious.

By the time they were getting in the limo to head home, his arm was around Kyoya's shoulders. "Do you want to come home with me?" Left his mouth before he could think about it. Luckily, Kyoya agreed and got into the limo with him.

Tamaki knew his father's code for getting the limo driver to put the window cover up, they were too much alike. Kyoya didn't realise what was up until Tamaki 's hand was intertwined with his. Tamaki hoped that Kyoya's heart was beating as fast as his own was in this moment. He leaned in, murmuring a prayer in French under his breath, Kyoya closed the gap and suddenly they were kissing.

His left hand in Kyoya's hair as Kyoya's right was on his back, Tamaki tasted that lipgloss for the first time, followed by the overdose of coffee on Kyoya's tongue. Tamaki was dizzy but he let his instincts kick in as he succumbed to his own desires.

Kyoya seemed even more into this than he was, hands slowly tucking under Tamaki's shirt, but that was where Tamaki drew the line. He gently pulled Kyoya's hands away and kept kissing him, noting the delicious sound Kyoya made in disappointment. Tamaki hated his father, for what the man had done to his mother, but he had to admit that he was a beautiful example of what not to do, and was self aware of that. Tamaki had been made to promise not to get too into anyone before he was legally allowed to.

By the time they got to the second Souh mansion, Kyoya was panting, that boy was so incredibly unfit and fragile that kissing seemed to tire him out. Tamaki found that strangely adorable, if concerning. He helped Kyoya out of the limo and up to the bedroom, letting him lay on the chaise lounge and catch his breath as Tamaki sat there in silence, trying to find the words.

"Did you… like that?" He asked, unsure what else to say.

Kyoya let out a light, airy chuckle, the kind where Tamaki couldn't tell if it was real or fake. "Well I kissed back, didn't I? Plus I thought you knew I was gay? Of course I'd enjoy a kiss from our resident prince charming."

That thought made Tamaki turn a fresh shade of pink; that his friends could view him the same way the girls did. That they could be attracted to him like that. He wasn't sure how to show attraction that way genuinely and not have it be an act.

"You don't have to act for me." Kyoya seemingly read his mind, always knowing what's going on. "I know what you're like behind closed doors, lying to me is useless." He was right, but the expression as he said it did something to Tamaki. He wasn't sure what had happened but something new had awakened during this picnic.

"I think I had too much champagne," he confessed, fixing his hair in the mirror. "I spent most of the day comparing your lips to Haruhi's."

"Well how does mine hold up?" Kyoya responded, seemingly not phased.

"Well I haven't kissed Haruhi yet- have you done this before?" Tamaki asked, confused by how casual Kyoya was.

Kyoya just nodded, "my first boyfriend had a fiancée, I know how to compete for a boy's attention."

"Wow, have you dated many men?" Tamaki didn't know anything about Kyoya's love life, he realised. It seemed rather interesting.

Shrugging in response, Kyoya offered once of his classic slick smiles. "Not dated, but I've kissed every non straight boy in our class- and some of the straight ones. It's a good way to get information, what can I say?"

"I can say quite a lot, Kyoya," he responded, "but all of it would make me a hypocrite."

Kyoya nodded and cleaned his glasses, "to be fair, Tamaki, you give the guests attention purely because you want them to be happy. I tend to be a lot more selfish than you are."

"You don't think I'm selfish?" Tamaki paused, curious now. He was under the impression that he was a very selfish person and that it was a known fact. For his best friend to call him selfless… it was a little bit of a shock for Tamaki.

"Why would I?" Kyoya sounded surprised that Tamaki would be confused by this, "look at you, Tamaki. Really look at yourself; you're undeniably powerful, you are the envy of the school and the most beloved of it as well. You could get whatever you wanted, so easily, but you don't." Pausing for a moment, Kyoya sighed and adjusted his outfit. Tamaki wondered if Kyoya knew he could hear the devotion in his voice.

"You don't take what you want, you use your power and abilities to create a safe space for all the women of the school, somewhere where the entire purpose is to make them comfortable and happy. You go out of your way to make other people happy, you do so much just for other people whom you have no business caring about. I don't think that's selfish at all."

Tamaki was silent, he'd never heard his own actions and motives laid out before him like that. The way Kyoya was looking at it, and the way it had been read into, it seemed to Tamaki like Kyoya had been watching him for a long time.

Possibly since they'd first met.

#kyoya ootori #tamaki souh #tamakyo #haruhi fujioka #ohshc

[hatterstan-shameblog]

Next chapter of the Hatter/Aguni fic, Freedom’s Just Another Word For Nothing Left To Lose is just about ready to be posted, but I wanted to give you a little excerpt that I ended up editing out of the chapter because it was getting way too long!

(basic plot included, but no real spoilers; I just thought this was a fun/funny bit and I didn’t want to just let it rot in a word document)

The plot:  Takeru got a job at the host club and he’s “practicing” his skills on Aguni, which includes recreating his signature drink with a handful of items he brought from home.  One of them is a very old-looking drinking glass with Doraemon on it.  

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“I see you’ve brought your finest glassware.”

“Nothing’s too good for you, Mori,” Takeru says, “I’ll have you know that this is my favorite cup.  Lotta history with this one.”

He cracks the tab on a small can of pineapple juice and carefully begins pouring into the glass.  It’s cloudy, almost as if the haze of the summer heat had been condensed down into liquid.

“I assume you’re going to tell me all about it?”

Takeru chuckles to himself.  

“Nothing gets past you, Mori.” He puts down the pineapple juice and takes up the gin. “I was a rather stubborn child. Thought I knew everything—I guess some things never change, hm?”

The alcohol is poured with less finesse, a healthy glug of alcohol smelling like cool and pine trees splashing to mix with the juice.  

“When I was four years old, I decided I wasn’t going to drink anything other than grape juice.  You know the kind in the little box with the bendy straw?  It was that or nothing,” Takeru smirks and re-corks the bottle, “My parents tried everything.  Bribery, intimidation—I once went a solid twelve without any fluids, which is not healthy for anyone, but especially a child of that age.  But I was determined, and I stood my ground.”

“Pretty on-brand behavior.”

“Right?”  Takeru laughs to himself and takes up a small bottle of something aggressively hot pink.  “So, my sister—she must’ve been thirteen, at the time—decides she knows exactly how to get me to drink water like a normal human being.  And my parents, well, they’re desperate enough to let her try.”

Only a splash of the violent pink goes into the glass, and it blooms like poppies on the surface of the drink. Probably grenadine—not that Aguni has much experience with that sort of thing, but he’s seen it on a bar shelf or two.

“She goes to her room, and when she comes out, she’s got this Doraemon glass in her hand.  She walks over to the sink, fills it up, and sets it down on the table right in front of me.  And, very calmly, she tells me that Doraemon is drowning and the only way I can save him is if I drink all the water in the cup.”

“That’s pretty fucked up,” Aguni says.

“You know Natsume; she’s always been a master of psychological warfare.”  Takeru almost sounds proud as he recalls the memory.  “And when I, in all of my childhood wisdom, pointed out that he was on the outside of the glass, she asked me if I would be willing to put Doraemon’s life in the balance like that.”

“Holy shit.”

“So, naturally, I finished the whole thing in record time,” Takeru says, “And then she filled the glass a second time, just to fuck with me.”

Takeru takes a spoon from his bag and gives the drink a stir.  All of the various liquids mix, creating a bright coral color.  Even Aguni can’t deny that it looks pretty.          

“And,” Takeru slides the drink across the table for his friend’s consumption, “you wanna know the best part?”

Aguni takes up the glass.  It’s room temperature, at best.  There’s no doubt it’ll taste absolutely terrible; and there’s no doubt he’ll probably finish the damn thing anyways.  

“Hm?”

Takeru breathes in deeply through his nose, eyes fluttering shut and mouth pressed into a serene smile.  Like he’s won a game they weren’t even playing; and perhaps he has, and Aguni just hasn’t realized it yet.  

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...And there you have it.  Takeru is a liar, but a creative liar-- that’s pretty on-brand, I think.  And I hope I can somehow include his sister in a future chapter, she was way too much fun to write about!  Anyways, keep an eye out for Chapter 2, coming out soon!  There’s a LOT going on in this one!  ;)

#writings and such #hatter/aguni #i don't know much about doraemon but i know he's a cat and he's blue so what's not to like???

[harrison-abbott]

mini volume

Floyd had an essay to do for college. His life was all in disarray at the moment and he put the essay-problem on hold for too long, and then suddenly he woke up six hours before he was supposed to ping it along to the university and he hadn’t even started yet. Floyd hadn’t meant to sleep so long. Shit. He made himself a cup of tea and hoped that would pacify all else in his stomach. Living in student halls, there were lots of pings and bangs around the courtyard; these idiots laughing and cursing. Floyd stuck his headphones in. Anthropology, by the way, was the subject; he had to write about some rainforest group of folks who lived the polar opposite to the grotty little town life that he resided in. Beethoven – was the music. He put the volume in the headphones in loud so it would block out the students outside. But then Ludwig’s berserk madness and unpredictability altered his concentration and made him think about Beethoven instead … and by now it was four hours before he had to send his essay off. He was six hundred words into it and it was a two thousand word essay. Floyd was sure these rainforest chaps were way better people than any of the folks he knew, himself included. He admired anthropology as a discipline but wasn’t quite sure whether he was ripe for it, belonged to it. There was a pretty English girl in his class who he liked and of whom he wrote silly fantasy poems (not sexual, just observations) about. She was his first university fancy, girl wise, and Floyd was in his first year. He’d looked her up on social media. They were friends on social media, too, so that made this fact less creepy. Floyd had no clue how to talk to women, or just about anybody on the planet. He was the type of young man who already knew he would never have kids because children were the clique of people who were most afraid of his jerky mannerisms and famous shyness. Hmm. Here was his mind rambling again and ogling down all of these depressive routes! Why don’t I take a break and go and get another cup of tea? So he quit his laptop and went down the corridor. The walls in student-halls-flats look like prison walls. These big chunky slabs of concrete slathered over with carcinogenic white paint … Floyd lived with six other people. Whence inside the kitchen it was like a joke, like a spoof scene of a student kitchen – in terms of messiness. There were slices of pizza lying on the floor. The sinks clogged with moulded plates; the cooker hobs all fucked up with tomato juice and unexplained stains of other colours. That’s why Floyd ate only in his room and not in here, and why he’d never quite been able to stand the flatmates. … Boiling the kettle, he watched his reflection in the silver stainless steel and wasn’t quite sure who he was. Pouring the frothy water into the cup, he thought about pouring it onto his hand instead and watching his skin peel off, or go beetroot – whatever scolding water does to the skin. Floyd was 20 years old and a complete muck up and a lot of that was down to his fault. … The teabag flavour was earl grey. The milk and sugar made him a bit giddy and he went back to his laptop. And this time he didn’t put his headphones in – and they (the headphones) lay upended and he could head Ludwig Van’s insanity in mini tinkling volume. Beethoven died from alcoholic liver disease at the age of 56. Floyd was much on the way for a similar kind of fate, for obvious reasons. But, he wasn’t Beethoven. He was still young enough to hope that he might be ‘great’ one day and too lazy to put the effort into achieving that notion. … Floyd muted the laptop and all sound vanished and he listened to the courtyard. That was quiet too. Good. He kept the music off for now and he read one of the essays on the course content pages. And he read this story about one of the rainforest men. Who had gotten sick. And nobody knew what was up with him. Because he didn’t want to infect the other people in his tribe, he went and lived on his own for weeks. And he nearly died. But, he didn’t: and when he had recovered he went back to them; and because he’d been gone so long they thought that he had passed away. When he came back there was huge jubilation. Floyd enjoyed this little fable. He had three and a half hours to complete the essay. I can do this.

#writeblr #prose #stories #creative writing

[smol-bean-buchanan]

loki explaining how to catch the variant

mobius trying to have a nice quiet lunch

#i tapped out the second he started going overboard with the salt and pepper #like loki my guy if the variant doesn’t kill him you probably will with the amount of sodium you’re piling on #you know what it’s not even edible at that point #even less because he pOURED THE FUCKING JUICE OVER IT #i’m sick just thinking about it blegh #mcu #marvel #marvel studios #loki #loki laufeyson #loki series #agent mobius #mobius m mobius