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The Affair Pt 2

Context: What do you do when your husband cheats on you with your Head Alphas Omega? You marry the Head Alpha of course? What’s better than revenge served with a wedding ring and an ultrasound photo?

Chapter Summary:

Eijiro needs you and it seems like you both need each other. And Kane needs someone too.

Warning: Omegaverse!, Infidelity, Cursing, ex-communicating, Children, “Dammy” - GN term for Mommy, Katsuki being a bitch, Smut, biting, claiming, Breeding Kink, BLOOD!!!!, Sex with feels, crocs

You cleared the table, putting all the cups and cutlery in their places. The brightly lit dinning area for Pack A smelt of spices and savoury foods of the dinner menu that you had planned. You had stepped up a lot in the pack and it was very much appreciated. The sound of soft music playing in the air made you hum slightly at the warm atmosphere. It was just after dinner and everyone was wrapping up and going back to their separate homes.

You looked up from placing down the last fork in its tray. The pups were running around playing a last minute game of tag amongst each other, happy to have had another pack dinner. You smiled gently, missing Asahi. He was at his father’s place for the next week, taking intervals of being with you and with his dad every two weeks. The divorce wasn’t a struggle and you even got a whole lot of money you didn’t even want half of, but the custody battle was something similar to war. Midoriya was adamant about having more time with his son but you wanted to keep Asahi considering he was full-time ProHero and you were Asahi’s dam. In the end it was split almost 50/50 with any other extra weekends leaning to you. At the end of the day, you were just glad it was all over.

The last six months had everything settled down more. You were finally sleeping more and thanks to Kirishima you got your house renovated and redone to make it feel less like how it was back then. The pack had fallen into how it was back then, minus the heavy empty three spaces that were now present. With much thanks from the pack femmes, it was easier for you to cope with the divorce and with learning to take care of yourself again. You think you were getting back something of what you were before the divorce.

You hoped.

Yet you still felt so empty most days, especially when Asahi wasn’t home. You tried doing as much as you could for the pack since you had a lot more free time. You visited your parents, you visited Inko who was so ashamed when she saw you and started crying instantly the moment she saw you, you got some time to truly mourn through the loss of your marriage and yet you felt empty without anything.

You looked up and noticed Kirishima was talking to Iida. Kirishima had come a long way despite all the business he had to deal with. He had to deal with the splitting of the DynaRiot agency as well as his own divorce that was made much too messy due to his ex-husband. It was a train smash half the time and Kirishima just wanted it over and done with. From money situations to the Agency to the trust fund, everything felt like it took unnecessarily longer than it should have for Proheroes. Then there was him also having to deal with new responsibilities having to do with the Heroes Commission. However you were pretty sure that something died in Kirishima that day. His smile never reached his eyes nowadays and if it did, it was fake.

You needed to talk to Kirishima, but you weren’t sure how to go about it. The both of you had gotten closer since finding out your partners’ infidelity with one another. Talking to him had become easy but with what you needed to discuss it was going to probably be a bit uncomfortable. You walked over to him.

Iida’s gaze flicked over to you before Kirishima noticed you were approaching him. The redheaded Alpha turned his eyes towards you. His eyebrows raised in slight surprise but he gave a small smile. “Y/N.”

“Good Evening, Head Alpha.” You bowed your head towards him. “Deputy.” You nodded to Iida before turning to Kirishima. “Head Alpha, may I talk to you?” You asked.

Kirishima perked up, noticing how it was something more private. He nodded his head. “Of course,” He turned to Iida with a nod of his head. “I’ll talk to you more tomorrow, Tenya.” Kirishima took you off to the side away from earshot from others. Once the two of you were away from others walking towards your home, Kirishima turned to you. “What’s going on?” He asked you.

You hesitated for a moment. You felt heat move up your face realising what you were about to ask him. You cleared your throat as you tried pulling yourself together. “I’m sorry to bother you about this but… my… my official heat is coming up and I’ve never spent it without someone because I always had-” His name caused your words to stop in your throat and for your throat to close up. You looked down away from Kirishima as shame climbed up inside you. Kirishima frowned slightly, stepping closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You smiled up at him as you cleared your throat. “What I’m trying to say is-”

“You’ll be spending it with me.” You looked up at him in shock at what he had just said. Kirishima had a serious look on his face. The both of you stood in front of your front door. “I was meaning to talk to you about it actually. You are an unmated Omega,” you lifted a hand up to your neck rubbing over the slowly fading mating mark on your neck. “which makes you my responsibility. My rut is also due soon so it solves a problem I have myself. Also… I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

You tilted your head to the side. “What is it?” You asked.

He hesitated looking off to the side for a moment. He watched the pack wrap up and start to disperse, going to bed for the night. You opened your front door and allowed Kirishima inside. You led him through your house, leading him to the kitchen where you only kept the light on there. You moved to fetch him a glass of red wine you had in the fridge. Kirishima leaned against your counter top, he happily accepted the glass of wine that you gave him.

“So what is it you need to talk to me about?” You asked him, sliding up to sit on the counter.

Kirishima looked down at the wine in his glass. He swirled it around for a moment. “Our pack’s reputation in the political and hero world has taken a hit since the affair happened. It’s been… hard trying to bring up the pack and deal with all of it over the past few months.” You nodded your head, understanding him. “I’ve, somehow, managed to retain my status as Head alpha of this pack and I’m being offered a position on the Hero’s Safety Commission board.”

You nearly spat out your wine at that as you looked up at him with wide eyes. “Oh my God, Eijiro.” He chuckled at your expression. You put down your glass. The board was a group of members that decided everything that happened regarding heroes and the safety of public concerning them. They were essentially a group of highly paid people that could put the actual government to shame. “You’ve been working so hard for this. Congratulations!” You smiled brightly, happy that he got such an esteemed offer.

He chuckled. “Thank you,” He bowed his head. “However, it comes with a few requirements…” He looked to the side. “Some of which I’ve already met but there’s a few I haven’t. One is that I have to resign from all on field work and basically retire from it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at that. He would need to stop being a hero? “Is that what you want?” You asked him.

Kirishima let out a breath as he looked up at the ceiling. “I’ve been a hero since I was fifteen, nearly twenty years of my life and unfortunately I’m not getting any younger. Retirement for heroes nowadays is around forty with all the new fancy quirks that people have now in the new generation that’s coming up. I would miss the field work but if it’s for something as big as this, I think it’s worth the loss.”

You hummed but nodded your head. You understood his reasoning. The position that he would take up would make close to double a hero’s salary and it would be less physically straining on him. “I understand. What is the other requirement?”

Kirishima’s ruby eyes flicked up to you and for a moment you almost felt as though he was looking over your entire being. “I… I need a family. I need to be settled down. Especially since I’m a head Alpha without a heir or an omega.” He expressed to you as he put the wine glass he was holding on the counter beside him and out of his hands. Kirishima held the counter with both hands. “Iida told me that the pack needs good news, it needs stability, and it needs something from me that I can’t give them on my own. So… that’s where I thought you could come in.” You didn’t need much more of what he was saying to understand what he was asking of you. Kirishima quickly pushed himself away from the counter. “You don’t need to say yes of course. You could say no. I could always-”

“Do what? Get surrogate?” You asked him with a raised eyebrow. “Find a commission regulated Omega to be your new Omega?” You both stared at each other for a while, it becoming silent between the both of you. You closed your eyes thinking about it for a moment. You opened your eyes as you furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s in it for me?”

“Security.” He let out with a sigh as he leaned back. “You’ll have me and the whole Kirishima family in your debt, as well as it would be a good place in the pack for your son.” That peaked your interest the most. Kirishima knew it would. In this pack, family status was one of the most important things. It wasn’t out right stated but it was important. Just by his sire being Midoriya and all that he had done to you put you at a disadvantage, especially since he was all you had tying you to pack A with Midoriya gone. Asahi was all you had keeping you in high society and the good life with Pack A. And yet even now, all you were known as was Midoriya’s ex-wife and the dam to his pup… one of the dams to one of his pups.

You furrowed your eyebrows. It wasn’t something you wanted to be known for so you would have to change that. If being with Kirishima is what got you back some power in high society, power in this pack and power against your ex-husband, if it got your son’s spot in this pack to be safe and guaranteed, you would do it. “I’ll do it.” You told him honestly, looking back up to him.

Kirishima looked at you shocked. “You will?” He didn’t expect you to say yes. He half expected you to slap him across the face.

You nodded your head, folding your arms over your chest. You let out a breath. “Yes. I don’t think either of us deserve to feel alone. It’s… it’s a horrible feeling.” Kirishima and you were the only ones in the whole pack who could truly know how it felt like to live in silence, to go home and feel void of purpose or people. No one else understood that other than him. You looked down to the ground. “If… if being with you helps the pack and helps you, I don’t mind. I don’t think I could date either way. Besides… I think we should think of it more like… revenge.”

“Revenge?” Kirishima asked with a raised eyebrow, but before you could explain it to him, his face lit up understanding what you meant.

It might seem rather petty and maybe even absurd, but if he were to mate with you and take you up as his New Head Omega, there wouldn’t be many people who could stand against that. He would be in a powerful position of being a member on the Hero Commission board, with the ex-wife of the Number One ProHero of this country as his wife and as the dam to his pup. Nothing would be better revenge than moving on from Bakugou and Midoriya like that. Nothing would be more satisfying than seeing the look of their faces at the sight of the both of you.

Kirishima’s eyes darkened in realisation as a soft smirk went to his lips with a hum. “I guess it would be revenge… wouldn’t it?”

“It would.” You nodded your head. “I’ll be your Head Omega, Eijiro.” You stepped forward close to him, looking up at him. The smell of your scent becoming more apparent. It was sweet and heavy, something he found almost as if he could taste it on his lips. Kirishima stepped forward, becoming chest to chest with you. You looked up at the giant Alpha in front of you. “I’ll be your partner to ensure the success of this pack. If you can value me, respect me and give me purpose again…” You took his hand and placed it against you. “I’ll give you an heir and a spare if you wish.”

Kirishima stared down at you for a moment. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Good. You’ll need to stay near me so that you can adjust. It shouldn’t take you long though, considering you already had a pup.”

“It won’t.” You assured him. You reached to his side and picked up his glass of wine, sipping from it. “So…” You smiled up at him. “When do I move in?”

Moving in with Kirishima was something you were actually excited about because it meant you didn’t have to be alone anymore in your house and it gave you someone to bother, someone to keep your mind off of other things. It was interesting at first, trying to fit your lives together but it wasn’t particularly hard falling into a rhythm that consisted of coffee in the mornings, a fierce war of playing cards and falling asleep on the couch watching one of his many crimson Riot movies he wished to show you.

With Kirishima being Head Alpha you never felt uncomfortable with him and so you didn’t feel particularly pessimistic about this whole arrangement. It was a necessity for the pack. It was an agreement and it wasn’t because of love or some mutual feelings. Kirishima needed a pup, he needed a family, you needed security and something to keep you in high society and save face for your pack. It was the perfect arrangement.

But then came one potential small problem.

Asahi.

The five-year-old looked up at Kirishima with wide eyes as he held onto your legs. He looked at Kirishima for a hot minute before looking back up at you as you both stood in Kirishima’s house. “Dammy, why are we here?” He asked confused.

You kept your hands on his shoulders with a soft smile. Kirishima took a step forward, opting to explain it and let your son hear it from him and not from you. It would be better for him to hear it from him anyways. Kirishima smiled gently, his ruby red eyes looking over to your son who seemed very protective over you as he held your leg with a frown on his face. “I wanna take care of your dam, Asahi.” Kirishima clarified to him. “That means that your dam is going to be spending a lot of time with me. Now I know that you are the big masc in their life so I’m asking for your permission to court and look after your dam?” He spoke to Asahi professionally almost as if he wasn’t talking to a five-year-old.

Asahi looked up at you and then back to Kirishima. He glared for a moment with a low almost miniature growl that sounded more like a hum than anything. You gave Asahi a pointed glare. “Asahi, be nice.” You chastised him but he didn’t seem to care much.

Asahi let out a huff as he stepped in front of you. “Okay… but if you eat dammy’s chocolate or hurt them, I’ll bite your knees!”

You had to cover your mouth to stop the laugh that would have escaped you at his threat. Kirishima raised his eyebrows in surprise, an amused smile on his face. He nodded his head. “Alright.” He lifted his hands up in surrender to the green haired pup that glared up at him. “I promise not to hurt your dammy or eat their chocolate.” Kirishima promised.

Asahi looked the large Alpha up and down. He huffed in agreement before turning back to you. “I want pancakes.”

You chuckled and nodded your head picking him up. “My big strong boy gets all the pancakes, standing up for me so bravely.” You praised him, littering kisses on his cheeks which only made him chirp.

“Does this mean I can bother Uncle Eiji now?”

You let out a laugh. You sat him down in the kitchen and before you could even respond, Kirishima nodded his head. “Yep. You can bother me all you want to, little man.” He ruffled Asahi’s dark green hair making the pup giggle. You knew that having Asahi here might have made him a bit uncomfortable with the fact that Asahi looked so much like his dad, but Kirishima didn’t show it in the slightest. “Hey Asahi, have you seen one of my crocs? I’ve been missing one of my red crocs for a while.”

Asahi shook his head. “Nope.”

“Huh.” Kirishima scratched his head in confusion. He must have lost it in the move of everything. “It’s alright, how about I get us ice-cream, huh?”

Asahi gasped, his eyes widening with a sparkle. “Ice-cream!” He shouted. He turned to you with wide eyes and a pout, silently begging for permission.

You gave Asahi a pointed look as you went to get everything ready to make mid-day pancakes. You looked over to Kirishima with a look as he took out a tub of cookies and cream and already had a serving spoon held between sharp teeth. He turned to you confused but you couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face. Asahi looked at you surprised to see you laughing again. He turned to look at Kirishima. He started giggling too.

Kirishima didn’t get it. “What?” He asked muffled by the big spoon in his mouth. “Is it the ice-cream?” Kirishima put it down on the counter. He motioned to the bucket of ice-cream. “Does he like mint or something?”

“Uncle Eiji,” Asahi giggled. “There’s a spoon in your mouth.” He pointed out to the giant Alpha.

Kirishima tilted his head. “Huh?” That only made Asahi giggle even more. You smiled at the sight, deciding to leave their ice-cream adventures today (although you would have to keep an eye on Asahi now that he knew where the ice-cream was).

When it was the week that you and Kirishima would experience your heat and his rut, Asahi was luckily with his father so you didn’t have to worry much about him. Both you and Kirishima went away for a while deciding to go and spoil yourselves at a resort. It was mostly because of the Bond package they had that provided rooms specially designed for shared Heats and Ruts for couples. It seemed like the perfect decision to leave for there for the week.

When the both of you arrived, having taken a flight to get there, you could tell that Kirishima was nearing his rut. You could tell by the way he refused to let go of your hand and he looked as though he wanted to kill every masc that acknowledged your presence. You didn’t question nor get bothered by his Alpha’s paranoia. You understood it and were actually quite relieved by it.

When you had gotten into your room, thick walls and all, Kirishima let you nest while he made sure you had enough water bottles and premade food to last you the entirety of your Heat and his rut. In truth, you were very nervous about nesting. You hadn’t nested since before the divorce. You hadn’t nested for an Alpha let alone yourself for a while. You just never felt the need to until now. Most of the clothes that was brought by the both of you were mostly for nesting purposes, not like you would wear much clothes anyways.

When Kirishima came into the bedroom he noticed you just finishing off the nest. You sat in your underwear as you chirped happily at the nest you were building. He stayed quiet till you acknowledged his presence, just opting to watch you. Bakugou almost never nested unless he was in a bad heat, or when he gave birth to Kade. It was strange watching nesting. He was unused to the sight of it.

You paused as you looked back at Kirishima who was silent. He had more of an inquisitive look on his face than any negative emotion. You looked up at him with wide eyes, the both of you just staring at each other. You motioned to him. “Shirt.” You pointed at it and then opened up your palm as if telling him to give it to you.

Kirishima chuckled but he didn’t argue with you on it. He took off the clothes that he had on and handed them to you, moving closer to your nest. You chirped in gratitude before finding a spot for each item of clothing somewhere, keeping all the softer items at the top. Once you seemed satisfied you turned back to where he stood, refusing to look anywhere below the waistband of his boxers for the time being even though you were pretty eyelevel in where you sat.

You motioned for him to come closer. “You… you can come check my nest, Head Alpha.” You requested from him, your voice soft.

He looked over it silently as he took a hesitant step inside. You scooted over allowing him space in the nest. Kirishima looked around the nest, finding it almost weird that he was there. That he was allowed inside it. However, his Alpha seemed more than pleased with the outcome of your craftsmanship. It smelled like the two of you. An odd blend but a necessary one nonetheless. It was nice. He liked it. He smiled at you and nodded. “It’s beautiful.” You felt a flush to your neck and cheeks but you smiled, a cute little smile that made Kirishima’s just feel a little more real. “You did a good job on it, thank you. We still have time, we should rest while we still have it.”

You nodded your head in agreement. “I could use a nice nap.”

The both of you settled in, getting used to the feeling of his body while your mind wasn’t drunk on pheromones and sex. He was warm. Really warm and big. You were glad that you took that into account whilst building the nest. Kirishima allowed you to find a comfortable space in his arms. He knew it was going to be a bit of an adjustment for the both of you but it didn’t seem like it would be hard.

Napping was probably the part you loved the most.

However, when Kirishima woke up again, delirious, and tired all he could truly notice was your whining. He opened his eyes looking over at you as you twisted and turned pushing at everything around you because you felt too hot. Needy whines came out of your mouth as you twisted and turned. It was then that Kirishima was hit with the most delicious smell to grace his nose. Sweet slick. Heavy savoury slick that was pooling in your underwear tempting him. He let out a groan, his cock already heavy and aching just at the smell of you.

A louder whimper escaped you. “Head Alpha.” You whispered as you placed a hand on his bicep. Kirishima turned around, caging you underneath him, looking down at you. You were pulling at your underwear trying to remove it to allow yourself to be bear in front of him. You keened and your encouragement was taken well by the redheaded Alpha as he ripped your underwear off your body, throwing them to God knows where. You immediately squeezed your legs trying to get pressure to your glistening sex that was leaking. “Help. Alpha, help.” You begged with tears in your eyes. “It hurts so much.”

Kirishima shushed you sweetly as he moved his forehead against yours. “It’s okay, just breathe.” He whispered moving his hands to your thighs and brushing the inside of them. “Just breathe, I’m here.” He instructed you. He parted your legs, allowing him space between them. Kirishima dragged his finger up your slit making you gasp.

He held down your thighs, keeping you bared in front of him. His pupils dilated as he stared at your sex, dripping in slick and clenching on nothing. Without much thought on the matter, he dragged his tongue up your slit making you moan as you bucked your hips up. With a groan, Kirishima dove in like a man dying of thirst. Every lick and suck making your legs shake and your moans only increase. You were withering underneath him.

The pleasure felt so good and yet also so foreign to you. You hadn’t felt this good in ages and it showed with how sensitive you felt. You felt the knot in your stomach only tighten. You bit back a moan as you turned your head, your thighs shaking “E-Eijiro…” You stuttered.

“Fuck.” He growled against you making you have to choke back a scream. “Cum for me.” He urged, slipping his fingers inside you. Your back arched off the bed in pleasure as you came on his face. You squirmed as he continued to guide you through it. He didn’t stop until he heard you whimpering, trying to close your thighs around his head to get him to stop at how sensitive you were.

Kirishima let out a satisfied hum as he leaned back, licking his lips with a low rumble from his chest. You laid back, trying to catch your breath as your body had a second to relax before the painful twist of your heat came back. Kirishima was already leaking through his boxers wishing to be inside you instead. Kirishima gripped at his boxers, hardening his hands and tearing them off not having the patience to slip them off.

Your eyes fell down his large figure, below deep sex lines. You felt yourself clench on nothing as you looked down at his thick cock. You nearly got scared at the sight of it. He was so much bigger than you thought. However your Omega seemed to greatly approve of him, squirming at the sight of him and releasing more slick at the deep and savoury pheromones he was releasing.

Going against what he normally did, Kirishima kept you facing up at him as he leaned down over you, a hand holding him up above you. He dragged a hand up your slit, taking slick and dragging it over his cock before angling his cock to your entrance. Kirishima looked down at you, his ruby eyes locking with you more pupil than iris. You moved your hand up to hold his intertwining your fingers.

You gasped as you arched your back just as he pushed his cock inside you. A painful whimper escaped your mouth as you moved your other hand to hold onto his torso, dragging your nails over his skin, piercing tanned skin as you tensed. Kirishima growled lowly at how tight your sex was gripping his cock. He pushed in, his cock bullying your cunt, forcing you into the shape of his cock.

Kirishima paused once he heard sniffling. He looked up at your face, noticing more tears than usual as you were crying. “Hey, hey…” He shushed you softly as he wrapped his arms around you, taking you into his arms as he tried to calm you down. A deep rumble came from his chest as he tried to soothe you. “Shh I know it’s painful, I’m sorry I-”

You shook your head. “Alpha don’t want me.” You cried as you kept your eyes closed. You turned your head away from him. “Not worthy. Don’t want me.”

Kirishima furrowed his eyebrows confused, and then it hit him. He softened his shoulders as he understood you. He rubbed your back gently. “I’m scared too.” He whispered by your ear. He buried his face in the crook of your neck. “So scared…” He breathed out as he tightened his grip on you. “But I want you, if you want me. We can be scared together.” He assured you as he kept you close to him

You turned to look down at him, the both of you switching positions, you being on top of him. You looked down and all you saw was fear. He was scared. His ruby eyes filled with so much insecurity it was like looking in a mirror. You gave him a sad smile as you joined hands with him. You clasped your hands with his larger hands. You nodded your head. “Scared together.” You assured him. You hesitated for a moment before moving your lips to his.

Kirishima let out a heavy breath, before leaning up to take you deeper. You hummed as you felt your hips move on instinct, your knees support you as you slowly grinded your hips on top of him. A groan came from the both of you. The feeling of him inside you, felt amazing and something you wanted to savour and yet keep inside you. He moved his hands down to your hips, helping you ride him as you moved up and down his cock.

You moaned as dragged your hands down to his chest, supporting yourself on top of him. You moved your ass up and down as your cunt gripped onto him like a vice. Kirishima groaned lowly, gripping you tighter. With all the strength in your thighs you moved up and down his cock, trying to get everything you could from it. You closed your eyes as you allowed yourself to feel good for the first time in over half a year. This was something you weren’t going to leave up to chance because of insecurity.

You choked on a moan as Kirishima fucked up into you now. Your whines and moans only spurring him in his endeavours of claiming you. You gasped as you held onto his pecs trying to stabilise yourself as he fucked into you hard and fast. “Fuck! Head Alpha!” You cried out in need. “Right there!” Just as he slammed into your cervix did you feel yourself cumming on his cock. “YES!” You shouted up to the heavens in need. Your legs were shaking. You bit your bottom lip as Kirishima fucked you through it.

You tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck towards him. Kirishima’s eyes widened at the gesture. “Are you sure?” He asked you surprised.

You nodded your head. “Please, get rid of him.”

With a growl Kirishima sat up and his teeth were on your neck. Instantly you screamed, the painful tearing of flesh and the burn of your mark being erased and covered with his own. Your nails dug into his skin, red marks being left on his back. Kirishima groaned at the taste of you on his tongue. He dug into the gap between your neck and your shoulder trying to override the claim that Midoriya had on your body. Your thighs were still shaking as he bit your neck. Soon pain became pleasure as you felt your body sink into his lap in submission. You rested your forehead against his shoulder with a heavy breath.

Kirishima licked over the new big mark on your scent gland. It was beautiful and big and it was prominent. He rubbed your lower back supportively. Just as you managed to raise your head off of him, you saw that Kirishima turned his head away from you, allowing you access to his neck. Your eyes widened as you looked to his neck. He held you securely as he nodded his head.

You moved your mouth over his scent gland on his neck. With a hum you used your canines and you bit into him, as hard as you could. A deep growl came out of him at the feeling of his old bond tearing and a new one forming between you and him. Blood trickled into your mouth as you bit as hard as you could into him. Kirishima put his head in the crook of your neck as his body began to shake as emotions overcame him once again. You tightened your arms around him. You let go of his shoulder, licking over the new mark.

Before you could check up on him, Kirishima flipped the both of you so you were back on your back. Without giving you a minute, you felt him fuck into you hard and fast. You moaned as you grabbed onto your chest. Your body jostling underneath him as he pitoned up into you. “Alpha! Alpha breed me! Pup me! Make me yours!” You begged as he growled deeply. He kept you underneath you. You felt his knot press against your entrance, threatening to slip in. You keened, wanting him. You reached up to his face Kirishima closed his eyes, tears slipping out of them. You placed his forehead against yours just as he pushed his knot into you. You both choked back a moan as you felt him cum inside you. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you so tight as if you would fly away from him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you both were overcome with emotions.

You felt sobs escape his body as you held him. “Y/N.”

You cried in his arms as you put your nose against his chin. You placed kisses on his head, holding him as tight as you could. You were both tied together, a bond that you both decided to take up and by the way he was holding you, he was begging that you would stay. “I’m here Eiji… I’m here.”

You both spent on your heat and his rut together like that. Wrapped in each other’s arms and holding each other as if it would all be one cruel dream. It was a flurry of mess of emotions, lust, anger and sadness and yet by the end of it, you were both satisfied.

Kirishima held you to his chest, your back against his front as you looked out the sliding door at the setting sun over the ocean. You leaned against him, tired and exhausted from the week you had both just had. You kept a hand over your lower abdomen as you tilted your head up to look at him. Kirishima watched the sunset dip under the horizon with a blank look on his face, before turning to look down at you. You smiled up at him, moving your hand up to his thick red hair.

The redhaired Alpha seemed to ease at the sight action. “How are you feeling?” He asked you softly, a hand rubbing your hips.

“Good.” You replied as you nudged his jaw with your nose softly. You relaxed back into bed as you closed your eyes briefly. “I’m good. I’m going to miss this view though, but to be fair, I didn’t look at it most of the time.”

Kirishima chuckled at your comment. “You don’t have to tell me.” He looked down at where your hand lay on top of your lower abdomen. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly.

“Hey.” You moved Kirishima’s head so that he would look at you and focus on your face. You gave him a soft smile. “One thing at a time, okay.”

He nodded with a smile as he dropped his head with a breath. A deep rumble came from his chest as he fell back in bed. He pulled you against him. “Sorry.” He mumbled against your skin.

You chuckled and shook your head, silently telling him not to apologise. You turned in his warm arms. “Don’t apologise, Eiji. I get it.” You whispered.

“Thank you.”

The front door opened allowing you to see inside. “Asahi buddy, you’ve got to clean up after you’ve eaten.” Your ex-husband said from the opposite you, talking to one of his son’s behind you. When he turned back around to see you, his eyebrows raised in shock to see you standing at his front door. His green hair was in its normal mess of curls on his head but he looked like how he did when you both first became parents. The tenseness in his shoulders and the slight dark bags under his eyes showed you that much. He looked at you blankly for a moment. “Y-Y/N… You’re here.” He let out softly.

You nodded your head. “Yes. Yes I am.”

He leaned against the doorway. “Sorry, I’m just surprised. You never usually come up to the apartment when picking up Asahi.” He expressed, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he scratched the back of his head.

You motioned behind you to the elevator. “Should I go back down?” You asked him rather nonchalantly.

“No!” He quickly told you. He shook his head. “No, don’t. Please.” He stepped to the side allowing you access into the house. “Come in. Asahi already packed his bags so I’ll just fetch him.” He told you.

You stepped inside the penthouse apartment looking around. The pristineness of it all making it look really luxurious. You were not the least bit surprised considering the two of them were the nation’s top two heroes. “Nice place.” You acknowledge. “It’s really pristine, are you sure children live here?” You teased although it sounded more like a critic than anything else.

“Yah,” He said scratching the back of his head. “Katsuki prefers stuff like this. He likes to keep the place nice and clean. You know how Katsuki is.”

“Unfortunately.”

Midoriya hesitated for a moent. He cleared his throat as he motioned to the side down a hallway. “I’ll go get him.” You raised a hand to stop him. You approached him carefully. Midoriya stiffened as you came closer to him than you have in months. You dug in your bag and pulled out a baby wipe, you wiped his cheek of what looked like chocolate. You scrunched it up putting it in a mini plastic bag that you kept in your bag. Midoriya watched you speechlessly for a moment before softening, that loving look in his green emerald eyes telling you everything. “Thank you.” He motioned to the living area. “You can make yourself comfortable.” He notified you.

You gave him a brief smile before turned away from him. As Midoriya disappeared, you turned your attention to the rest of the living area. You stepped further into the apartment looking around. It was indeed beautiful. Deep in the city an close enough to their hero agencies. It was a rather advantageous place in the city.

As you walked around, something caught your eye. Underneath the dining table was a small… nest? You tilted your head to the side in surprise. A bunch of pillows and a blanket were there. Peaking his head out of the small bundle there was Kane. He seemed hesitant to peak out at first. His crimson eyes widened in surprise at the sight of you. “Aunty Y/N…” He let out in surprise; his voice quiet.

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly at the odd sight. From what you remembered from your interactions with Kane, he never nested, at least not on his own. “Hey there, Kane.” You crouched down next to him, giving him space and not interfering with the little safe space he crafted for himself. “How are you?” He shrugged not answering you as he looked down at his lap. You furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s up, sweetheart?” You asked him.

Kane didn’t answer you immediately at first. “The pups at school are still mean to me.” He spoke in a low voice.

“The pack pups?” You asked him in slight surprise.

He shook his head. “No. They’re all still nice to me. Aunty Momo packs extra tinkies in Sonomi’s bento for me and all the others try to play with me whenever he can.” You smiled at the sound of that, glad that the pups didn’t stop being friends. His chubby hands fiddled with one another. “But they can’t play with me all the time the else the other pups in class get mean to them too for being with me. The others call me mean names cause they say what happened between you and Uncle De- I mean… dad, happened because of me.”

You shook your head. “No, no it’s not because of you, honey.” You sat down next to his little nest. You took his small hands in your own and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Your sire and I…we-”

“I know it has something to do with Poppa.” He told you, his eyes down casted as he spoke. “It’s okay, you don’t have to hide it.”

Your heart broke for the little pup in front of you. “Yes but that’s adult problems. You don’t have to worry about all that.” You assured him. “Listen honey, I know it hurts what the kids say, but you’ve got to tell your teacher about it. Okay? What does your dam say?”

Kane wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “He just told me to tell them to stop and be strong, but Y/N…” You noticed small tears come to his eyes as he bit back a crippled whine. “I don’t like being strong.” He whispered shaking his head.

You frowned and offered him a hug. Kane pushed himself off his pillows and moved to wrap himself around you. Small little distressed yips escaped him as he held onto you. You rubbed his back with a soft comforting purr from your chest, trying to be supportive and comforting to him. Midoriya walked into the room but paused at the sight of you and Kane. He stepped back for a moment not wanting to interrupt. He noticed that Kane was down and tried his best to talk to him but Kane didn’t seem very eager to talk so he gave his pup some space. Midoriya was glad that he could at least seem to talk to you.

Kane pushed himself back. Rubbing his eyes. You quickly pulled out a tissue from your bag and wiped his nose helping him. “Thank you.” He said softly. He reached back amongst the pillows and pulled something you never thought you would see him hold. In his arms was a huge croc, too big to be his own and was blood red. He handed it over to you. “Please give this back to Daddy.” He whispered. “I took it without his permission, so tell him I said sorry. Poppa said I can’t keep it anymore.”

You took the croc from him and put it in your bag. “Okay,” You smiled. “I’ll give it to him.”

“Kane.” Instantly the pup tensed as he looked up past you. You turned your head to see walking through the entranceway in all his glory was Bakugou Katsuki. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at his pup. Kane shrank back. Bakugou put one hand on his hip as he dropped his work bag on a nearby couch. “What did I say about nesting under the dining table?”

Kane lowered his head. “Sorry, Poppa.” He apologized with a soft mumble.

Bakugou let out a soft breath. He motioned for him to get out of the small space he was under. Kane carefully crawled out, moving to stand next to you, away from his nest. Bakugou motioned to the nest with a well-manicured fingernail. “Clean it up, Kane. You know that Poppa doesn’t like messes.” Kane nodded his head slowly, doing as he was told and carefully taking a pillow into his arm. He was about to waddle away to put it back where he found it when Bakugou stepped forward and took the pups face in his hands. He looked over the smaller version of himself. He frowned. “Were you crying?” Kane didn’t respond. “Go wipe your face, Kane.”

Kane nodded his head. “Yes, Poppa.” Without another word, the little blond walked away to put the pillow back on the couch.

You furrowed your eyebrows before you turned to look up at Bakugou. “You didn’t have to do that Katsuki. He feels comfortable under there.” You pointed over to the dining table.

Bakugou rolled his eyes as he looked back down to you. Smokey red eyes looking down at you with such superiority in them it almost made you sick. “What are you doing here, Y/N?” He asked.

You furrowed your eyebrows and stood up off the floor. “I’m just here to fetch Asahi.” You told him.

He let out a hum as he looked you over. Then something caught his eye.

“Sorry guys,” Midoriya said as he walked in with Asahi. “Asahi lost one of his shoes, we had to find it.” He expressed as he held hands with the small five year old. “See you later, bud.”

“Bye Daddy.” Asahi smiled up to him, before turning and running into your arms. “Dammy!” He shouted.

You chuckled as you opened your arms, accepting him into your arms with a laugh. “Hey there, Asahi.” You smiled broadly. “You enjoyed your time with Dad?”

He nodded his head. “Yep. Let me just go say bye to Kane.” He told you, leaving your embrace to go to the pup that was busy holding a blanket in his arms and moving it back to his room.

“Y/N…” You turned towards the blond Omega who stood where he was. He furrowed his eyebrows. “You sure move on fast.” He stated motioning to the week old mating mark on your neck. It was then that Midoriya noticed it. The large mark on your neck that wasn’t there last time he saw you. It was clearly new and fresh and made something stir inside him as he tensed his jaw.

You motioned to him. “So did you.” You stated. “Faster than me, actually.” You reminded him with a smile.

Bakugou smiled venomously. “Who’s the lucky Alpha?”

You looked to Asahi who was giving Kane a hug, saying something you couldn’t hear. “Does it matter?” You asked him with a raised eyebrow. Luckily, just in a nick of time, Asahi came walking back over to you, taking your hand in his. “Ready to go?”

He nodded his head. “Mhm.” He told you.

Midoriya had turned his attention to Kane, having offered to take the blanket back for him. He waved a hand to you with an absent minded smile.

“Uncle Eiji!” Asahi shouted as he entered the house with a smile.

Kirishima chuckled as he looked at the little green haired pup. “Hey there, little man.” He put a hand to Asahi’s curly hair. “Have fun at your dad’s place?”

He nodded his head. “Yup, I made macaroni art at school!”

Kirishima laughed. “Alright, how about you go drop your bags in your room, okay? Then we can play Monopoly.” With a happy cheer, Asahi raced upstairs making you laugh as you closed the door. Kirishima turned to you with a smile. “How was it?” He asked as he leaned against the counter of the kitchen.

You put your bag on the counter. “It was alright. They seem to be doing good for themselves, I assume.” You told him as you went to wash your hands in the sink. You grabbed your apron and wrapped it around your waist.

“How’s… how’s Kane?”

You turned to look at Kirishima. He looked to you very concerned for the blond pup. You eased as you walked over to him, leaning against him. “He’s… he’s struggling.” Kirishima’s eyebrows furrowed even further. “The pups at school are making life hard for him.” Kirishima was silent as he thought about it. It worried him and yet he knew there was nothing he could do. He had no right or stance for that pup and yet it hurt hearing that he wasn’t okay. You moved to fetch something out of your bag. You handed it over to him. Kirishima looked down and his eyes widened in surprise. “That’s from Kane. He apologized for taking it from you.” You put your head against his shoulder. “He misses you.”

Kirishima raised the croc closer towards him in surprise. He frowned. “Kane…” He whispered.

“Kane.” The little blond pup looked up from where he sat on his bed. He held a little dinosaur in his hands. Midoriya smiled as he looked into the room. One bed was done neatly and left untouched in the room. Asahi’s. Midoriya stepped inside with a decorated box in hand. “This came for you, bud.” He placed it in front of him. Kane’s eyebrows raised in surprise. He pulled the gift closer towards him, looking over it. He moved it around. “Do you need help opening it?”

“Where’s Poppa?” Kane asked looking up from the gift. “He said he would be back to give me a bedtime story?”

Midoriya opened his mouth to speak but hesitated he shrunk back slightly. He let out a breath as he took a moment. “He… he wanted me to tell you that he got into a last minute meeting at work and he won’t be back for a story tonight.” Midoriya watched the disappointment play on Kane’s face as he nodded his head, understandingly. Midoriya frowned, knowing that Kane needed someone. He hesitated thinking back to his schedule. He had a lot of paperwork to do and before this whole fiasco, you would always handle Asahi before bed giving him a moment to say goodnight to Midoriya before putting him to sleep. Midoriya looked at his watch before looking back at Kane. “Hey.” He smiled broadly. “I just gotta make a quick phone call and grab something. I’ll be right back, okay buddy?”

Kane nodded, as he watched Midoriya leave. He was left once again alone in bed with his nightlight on. Wiping his eyes, he pulled open the wrapping paper of the present. It was a shoe box. Kane tilted his head to the side as he looked over the box. On the top of it, there was a written note for him.

To: Kane

So that we can match.

-E.K

Kane tilted his head to the side confused at who E.K was. He opened the box and moved the paper to the side. His eyes lit up with a gasp. Looking up at him was a pair of red crocs with a bunch of little buttons for him to put on the holes. Kane smiled brightly as he lifted one of the crocs. When he put it to his nose he noticed that the smelled just like his dad. That’s when he remembered what E.K stood for. He smiled down at the box before closing it quickly. He lifted his head, noticing the footsteps in the hallway. He pushed all the wrapping away and put the box underneath his bed before quickly getting back within the covers.

Midoriya peaked back inside. “Sorry about that Kane, I had to make a call to my PA real quick. But which one do you want to read?” Midoriya brought up two story books. “The Red dragon and the prince, or the Green Bunny pastures?”

Kane furrowed his eyebrows for a moment before looking up at Midoriya. “But why, don’t you have work?”

“Yah but… it can wait for one story.” He told Kane as he moved over to sit on the bed near him. He smiled gently at the blond boy. “Besides, these stories are much more interesting than boring paperwork.” Midoriya stuck out his tongue and shook his head. “That makes me sleepy just thinking about it.”

Kane let out a soft laugh at the gesture. Midoriya smiled watching him ease slightly. Kane pointed to the green one. “The green rabbit please.”

Midoriya grinned, a dimpled smile. “My personal favourite.”

-Glitch1d

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chosoniisan · 5 months

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A risk worth messy reward ↠ kamo choso

↠alternative title: swapping spit with choso, literally

↠pairing: kamo choso | sorceress!reader

↠setting: post canon, not at all compliant

↠genre: nasty, nasty fluff

↠caution: suggestive; height/size difference ("my" choso is over 6ft); unhealthy-ish/complicated relationship; kinda owner/pet dynamics; coercion (?); lots of tongue

↠summary: after yet another rural-steeped mission, your first priority is finding the nearest bed to fall into; conversely, choso has other things on his mind

↠authoress' notes: my initial plan had been to write a hc about the oddities of choso, how he has some bizarre and inexplicable habits, but writing hcs (without plot) isn't my strength, so I opted for what could be considered "snapshots" instead :')

also, the context, setting-wise, for this is that once the dusts settles post canon, the high-ups (the smattering of them still kicking), let choso live conditioned on you acting as his controller at all times, lest you risk ending up on the execution chopping block, too. . .

A ripely full moon, and the air’s refreshed with a slight chill:

by all means the sort of mid-autumn night you’d want to bottle up and take with you.

You might just have to overlook the chunks of entrails sticking to your soles, though. And maybe you can pretend that it’s the crickets droning in the grass and not the crisping of bone dissolving into nothingness. As if on cue, you resist the urge to sigh to keep the tang of death, thoroughly worn over, from invading your lungs any more than it already has.

It’s not quite how you’d envision your evening—but beggars can’t be choosers. And on the bright side, at least you’re fully intact, all your limbs present and accounted for despite enough close calls to last you a lifetime. Sure, you might have said the very same thing last time (i.e. a handful of days ago), and you’ll no doubt mirror that sentiment next time too (i.e. in another day or so), though you take your blessings when you can get them.

Granted, your good luck quickly runs its course since there’s hardly anything fortunate about the strain of curses the far-flung reaches of the countryside seem to breed to no end. Who would have thought that the higher you climbed the rankings the more acquainted you’d become with woodland critters the size of your hand (excluding cursed spirits, mind you). Then there’s the persistent feeling of otherness crawling over you like a second skin the longer those prying eyes rake and rove over you. (If only they knew that a city girl and her dutiful charge were the last bit out of place in these parts.)

“I mean it when I say that you’re a lifesaver, Choso.” Your poignant ring is all the encouragement he needs to scrap making sure that dead is actually dead this time around and squeeze himself back into your sphere again. Crunch, crunch, crunch goes the tall grass giving way to your missing piece because obviously solace by another name is your side. Leave it to him to be over 190 centimeters of delicately endearing. “I wasn’t expecting that other special-grade, but, of course, you’re always covering for me in a pinch—I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you.”

In that moment, you’re the stargazer of him; a face lighting up the pearly night beyond measure. “I’m always following your lead, though. You’re a lot more experienced than me, too, so the best I can do is try to keep up. Because I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.” A dash of sheepishness colors the downward wisp of lashes brushing against his cheeks, but that isn’t enough to distract him from the sway of you in his shadow (even if he has to really drop his head to horde that eyeful for himself). “I’m glad we make a good team,” his brief lull is beseeching, the tilted head even more so, “at least I think so.”

For the sake of his tenderly bleeding heart, your nodding doesn’t miss a beat. “Yep, we sure do. . .! And every good team needs some rest, so I should go ahead and text our supervisor and let him know we’re finished up here.” Another thwarted attempt at a sigh, so you settle for a mild quirk of your lips amidst reaching into your pocket for your phone spared from the fray. “We’ll have to stay the night in town, which isn’t ideal, but we can take the first train back home in the morning.”

The faster you can confirm the rendezvous spot, the faster you can sink into a warm bath and then beneath a cozy comforter, so you’re already a few rapid-fire texts deep when Choso pulls on your sleeve.

“Wait. Before that. . .” he begins, slow, measured as if he’s taking the time to taste every word before it leaves his lips. Like that’s not enough to prod at your attention, you’re especially perceptive to rose stain swashed across the expanse of his face, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think him too innocent to sell his soul to the devil for a life of strife alongside you. Though perhaps innocence in its purest state is wetting his hands in blood, bearing your burden of nocturnal calamity with the occasional slip of diffidence. “Can I. . .” Gulping down that lump in his throat. “Can I have my reward now?”

It's your turn to sound things out for good measure.

“Your. . .reward?” (Emphasis on the furrowed brows there.)

He bobs his head once, meanwhile you’re rifling through the pages of your mental archives in search of this reward, whatever it is. A contemplative hum sifts through you at the recollection of saying something in the realm of treating him once this mission wrapped up; admittedly, it was the sort of remark made in passing, but if it’s Choso, you don’t mind staying true to your word. Besides, you have an inkling of what he might have in mind (or you hope you know him well enough to make that guess. . .there’s only one way to find out).

“You’re talking about the souvenirs near the station; I think you were looking at the sweet dumplings, yeah? I don’t know if that shop is open this late, but we can go over and check—”

“No, not that.” Vehemence strums in his tone, so much so that you start a bit, setting off the ripple effect of him offering you a repentant look in return, one that’s still very clearly brimming with fervor. “I did a good job, right? And you promised I could have a reward if I was really good.” As a matter of fact, he’s not wrong, but his moonstruck gaze, expanding, plants an unnamed sensation between the open spaces in your chest. (You’re not daunted by him, it’s just that unpredictability has never been your forte.) “. . .So I was thinking that I wanted you.”

Doesn’t have a chance to click together in your brain until the warmed heart of his palm envelops your entire cheek, and even then you’re still too many steps behind by the time he’s level with you: face-to-face, eye-to-eye, lips. . .dangerously close. Inhaling a mingling of dried copper and powdery musk doesn’t help you figure out what he means by wanting you, having you; rather, with each fanning of his breath over you in crests, you’re gradually unraveling into something entirely unlike you. Something a lot more nerve-ridden.

If you had intended to chime in after scrambling to make sense of the situation (or not), the reality is that you’re simply opening the door for him to carve a place inside you. Literally. Considering it’s not the sound of a mildly articulated concern that echoes in the air, but a muffled squeak when he catches his lips on yours, inviting himself into the niche of your mouth before you can try to recoil. Even when you do think to reel away, his arm is already circled around your waist, seizing you into the bulk of him to the point that you can’t tell where one of you begins and the other ends.

You’ve long given consideration to the fact that Choso’s spent more time sealed than unsealed, that to this very day he’s still working out the kinks of what it means to be mostly human—but this. This goes beyond his idiosyncrasies of not knowing the particulars of kissing. No, this is nothing of a kiss and everything of devouring you whole.

As susceptible as you are, he has no trouble crowding his tongue against yours, which is the difference between tasting him and choking on him. Testing the waters is the last thing on his mind (you suspect it had never been there in the first place) when he’s using the anchor of his hand to steer you right where he wants you, because how else could he map the ridges of your palate without you shrinking like the violet you’re steadily flowering into. Intrusive is him eating away at your lips like a man starved, but it’s also the blooming of heat curled through your insides with a particular penchant for the midst of your tummy.

The compulsion to stagger back is second nature to you, except he’s unnaturally folded into you, so there’s really nowhere for you to skitter off to, especially not with the fixation given to a mesh of sticky pink. And it feels foreign, sinfully so, as he overwhelms you with broad, saliva-rife sweeps of his tongue, undeterred by your stagnate self, too paralyzed by the knotting in your core, the blistering up of sweat at your temples, and the uncut wildness—or is that obsession?—of him before your very eyes. Either way, it’s just the push needed to send you over the edge of quiet bleating. . .that finds its premature end swallowed into him for safekeeping at the bottom of his stomach, just like every other morsel of you.

Heady appreciation is quick to follow on your heels by way of a long-winded moan from him, to you by virtue of his snare. The stammering in your chest is the clear mark of being caught off guard, and Choso in all his fevered glory capitalizes on your lapse of self to plunge his tongue as deeply as it’ll reach. Nevermind the fact that there’s no stifling the stuttered heave around him or the full-bodied quaking against him, either, he’s still singularly focused on partaking in the mess of you. Willingly or not, you can’t help but indulge him when you’re varying shades of fluster, and it’s the gilt reflection of your disarray that has you clamping your eyes shut. Too bad for you, darkness doesn’t temper the dizzying sensation clambering through your veins that’s becoming more, and more, and more intertwined with him.

(You don’t know how much longer you can weather the storm of him, or if you’ll even be able to mend what he’s already bitten through, and maybe it would have been preferrable if he had taken your skin & tissue with him. He took something far more softly perverse.)

Though in the end, it’s of his accord, only, that he spares you of the kind of smothering that’ll have you icesheet cold against him in no time flat. And you use spare loosely because he simply moves to sucking and nibbling on your bottom lip as if parting from you means imminent death. If he’d give you a chance, you could assure him that his fears of relenting are unwarranted, but in the thick of hungry fascination, he’d rather stripe his tongue along the corner of your mouth to gather up a stray bead of slick. Whether yours or his, you don’t know—you do know that when he’s done, it’s every bit of his tacky memento etched on your skin.

His gift to you for letting him have one of your deepest intimacies.

As expected, he doesn’t keen over from unlacing himself from you—truthfully, his hand is still palming at your cheek, so it’s not a full untethering—though you’re certainly not boasting a modicum of stability yourself. If that unyielding hold around your middle is anything to go on, you suspect that he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest; you might even say that he’s savoring in the ruby-rich reliance of his handler.

“Uhm,” Reticence returns with a vengeance despite having just rooted through you mere moments ago; the moonlight glancing off traces smeared across his lips a testament to that. “. . .Do you we could see about those dumplings now?”

And of course you’ll oblige him—even knowing you’re complicit in preserving his devotion.

#choso x reader #choso x you #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #choso #choso kamo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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ashsostrange · 5 months

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"averagegirlie" is just "xxoxobree", formerly known as "breeandhermunches" on a burner. newsflash, your "fav" miles writer isn't who you think she is!

ik a lot of us must be VERY confused so let me help you out. @/averagegirlie and @/xxoxobree are the same mfkn person! why did bree make this account? i assume that it's so she could fend for herself and keep the "unbothered" act up on her main page. that's why she deletes all her reblogs after arguing w someone then comes over to this account to start bsing. not to mention she can say extremely problematic things with no repercussions, because she doesn't have a following on that page + it's not tied to her.. at least it wasn't before! bree's a very messy liar. i peeped the truth so lemme share it w y'all.

bree if you're seeing this, go take a couple shots before you read. you should've kept it cute but you didn't, so let's get nasty mf.

i have receipts! let's start right here cz i find this the funniest:

nobody but her spells "internet" like that... this is one of the many examples of the two accounts talking alike, even though bree said she wouldn't refer to "yao" as a friend when the whole rashad thing was going down. yesterday, i reminded yao of that. she said "i like bree, so what" but she deleted that and changed it to "when are y'all gonna catch on to the fact that we talk?" mhm.. bree's a lil confused, but next!

y'all see "yao's" tag? telling alexa to play some bs... then y'all see bree?? NEXT!

go look on miss average's page. she only comes online to defend and ride the hell out of bree's dick. remember ts w amani? why are you going so hard for someone who says they dk you like that LMFAO. not to mention, when the rashad shit was happening, bree said "this my girl and she never been wrong" but then she turns around and says "i wouldn't say we're friends" WHICH ONE IS IT MISS MUNCH??! 😭🤣🤣 next!

why we praising tf out of bree's oc? ts was ai bro. we got a self supafan. next...

look at this smart anon, putting tg the pieces and shit. "ash and dalia fight your battles every time" is literally.. a lie. what battles are we referring to? talia's never in drama as much as you're implying. and ima ride for my friends anyway, tf? but my entire blog will never be centered around ONE human being. it ain't that serious ever. "yao" and bree need hobbies cz writing obv ain't doing it for her. next.

bree has also said she's messy lol. she likes drama. hm!

look at how she came on her white horse when bree was battling the great war w anons over miles morales smut (which i don't fw, js to be clear.) who summoned her? BREE LMFAIOFHDGFKJAS... NEXT!!!

here's miss xxoxo munches being ableist, much like her alter ego. bro went silent and blocked lia after this. now let's get into miss average again.

look at this bs. ion even gotta say much.. this girl is black & not chinese!! y'all should know why this is weird. here's the "evidence" she gave me btw:

here's me proving her wrong! she tried! next.

y'all see the way they're tagging their posts w their usernames? mhm.. ik you do.

HMMM....

these are both bree. i don't mean to bring up maye again, but i have to for context. what happened wasn't js "drama"... the things she said to dalia were racist + that post she was lyin' about lia in. she also liked the post.. dead giveaway you silly bitch! 🥱 nd she was also instigating in honey's inbox. i know her typing style and her emoji colors lol. it's common sense atp. it's not hard to tell when an anon is bree. and from what i'm seeing not even maye is fw her.. LMFAISAIDHSAY GIRL YOU'RE DONE! 😭 feel free to go thru their accs, you'll see ts too. she's funny asf for this, i'll give her that and that only. i've never laughed so much in under 24 hours. 💓

in conclusion, bree is messy, bored, insecure, ableist & miserable! she thought nobody would ever find out but here we are today. she fronts not gaf but then switches to this acc to let off some serious steam... as miss freeman once said: "Alexa, play yikes!"

but bless bree 💗 maybe if you change now, you'll still be able to collect your tokens like dalia says.

#ash spills 💋#the downfall of her munches #fucked around and found out!#miles morales x reader #e42miles morales x reader #beware of the munch #breeisoverparty

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dovahkinniez · 1 year

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Can you do a NSFW alphabet for Cicero? I love your writing 💕

` 𖤓 . . . NSFW ALPHABET: CICERO.

Thank you very very much!!

Remember as always, most likely not proofread so if any mistakes please make a note of it and I will change it. :p

18+ only. Sexual content ahead, minors dni!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

You've seen how well he takes care of the Night Mother. Don't expect any less for his beloved listener. He will worship the ground you walk on, kisses along your skin, gently washing you, he does your hair how you like it, he even has special creams and lotions made (by himself) for you, which he uses during these types of times of intimacy. He's so devoted and sweet.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: his hands. They're very talent in more ways than one and his longer fingers are quite useful. If you get what I'm saying. ;)

Yours: everything. Your body, your voice, the way you breathe. Literally everything.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Lol. He's a dirty bastard, just like when it comes to blood, he likes it messy. The clean up job after sex is seen as a job. He loves to prove to you how you make him feel, and he does. Very well.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's stolen items of yours over time, even way before you two were a thing. You realised you were missing underwear more and more, Cicero loves to quickly swipe them when you aren't looking and uses them as material to pleasure himself with. As I said, he's been doing this for ages now. So he won't tell you because then you'll realise how long.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I'd say half n half. He's not had sex with a village full of people but he definitely has more than two on his body count. He has quirks and a unique way of showing love sexually so 'do they know what they're doing' is down to you and if you like the way he does it. But he does, he's a devoted pleaser - with an abstract form of love.

(Does that even make sense??)

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Any is fair game, as long as you're comfortable he's good to go. He does like missionary because he likes to have his hands and lips all over you, he's also a biter and a choker so he likes access to your neck and chest.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Goofy in his own way. He's weird, we know this. His version of dirty talk isn't the usual but it's still so good. I think because of his unserious nature this man can shock you with his ability to use his jester-ish ways in a sexual context in an actual sexy way.

(I seriously don't know how to word this any other way)

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I don't see him as a hairy person at all. I see Cicero to have very sparse hair, his skin is always silky smooth. So even if he wanted the carpet to match the drapes he doesn't have a lot of luck in that area.

As for you, this man believes you are a literal god(dess), he doesn't give a flying fuck. As long as he can touch and please you, he doesn't care.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Yes and no. He's fun. He's not too romantic but he's fun! He likes to bite, grab, squeeze, have you as close to him as possible. He's definitely a spitter too, he finds that intimate.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Yeah, a lot. He's always ready for you. Hence why he steals your items a lot. If he can't have you, he'll just think of you instead. He's definitely a frustrated masturbator, he's needy and needs more, so he often asks you to help him because his imagination alone doesn't always replicate reality, obviously.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Blood: we saw this coming. He loves it. Whether it's yours, his, someone else's. He doesn't care. Lick it off him, he's harder than dragon bones. Definitely the type to consume each others as a sign of devotion too.

Knife: once again. We knew. He's always so gentle because he doesn't want to scar you. No, he couldn't do that to you. Its his job to protect you from real damage do he'd never be the one to do it. But he does like to especially hold it to your throat as he fucks you from behind, telling you that you're his. And his only.

Body worship: will literally go from head to toe, kisses, licks, bites. The lot. His hands all over you. Spending time to literally worshipping your body. He loves giving you full body massages, hearing you groan out as his hands works on your skin literally makes him sick with lust.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. This man is feral. He'd fuck you in front of the whole tavern if you'd let him. He has no shame. But he loves to do it in the bath, he loves the wet skin to skin contact.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Show him your ass and he's on his knees ready. That's all. That explains it.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing where he really hurts you, as I mentioned. Against what others believe, all because of what he's like with others, he treats you completely different.

To him you're like porcelain and he'd do anything to protect you, even from himself.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Call me disgusting because he's the type to say, 'a period stops nothing but a sentence' type. If he wants to eat it he will. LMFAO. but in general, he loves it both ways. Loves to go for hours down on you, rubbing himself against the mattress to try and gain friction as he works his mouth on you.

He loves to push your head down, he loves to hear you gargle and choke on him. He doesn't last long when you do it, he whines and his legs shake because he's very sensitive.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Cicero.. slow? No. He's fast, he's rough but he's loving. The type to press kisses all over you as he literally fucks you into the mattress.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Lol I think he'd love them. Fooling around when you probably shouldn't be. It's like a game to him. See who can make who cum first, see if you get caught this time. He finds it fun.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's down to experiment everything. He's a curious person and is willing to give anything a go.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Lots. He lasts not soo long. As I said, he's sensitive but he can go quite a few rounds. He's a bundle of nerves and excitement so he recovers faster than most.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I think, yeah, he'd have them, to use on you and himself. It's all about pleasure and if he can amplify that pleasure for you both, he will.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Very. In a cruel way too. He will leave you hanging all day to finish what he started in the morning just to say he's too tired on a night to then have his hands playing with you as you try and sleep. He loves to ignore you as you hint until you're literally begging. But when you turn the tables he's a little whiny bitch.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's loud, he moans and whines and groans and grunts. Everything. Especially when you suck him off. He cant contain it, you don't want him too either. He's definitely had to stuff something in his mouth before to shut him up.

W = Wild Card

He'd watch Nazir fuck you if you and he were both willing.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Around 7 (maybe +) inches and pretty thin, pink too xoxo. He's one of those skinny guys with the third leg that shocks you when you first see it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Its high, a real dirty mf.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't sleep much so no, it'd take him awhile to go sleep after.

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iamnmbr3 · 1 month

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I LOVE your meta! <3 can you tell me your opinion about the development of draco's and harry's feelings for each other as it was accidentally written into the story (even tho JKR clearly didn't intend for a romance)? when did you think it started for both boys? i'd be very interested to know what you think. :)

Thank you!!!! <3 What a great question. I've gotten so many good asks lately.

I don't think there was one definable moment. I think it grew between them. They were both drawn to each other in some ways right from day 1 and spent seven years paralleling and orbiting each other.

Draco tries to befriend Harry before he even knows who he is (even though Harry looks rather scruffy and surely Draco must already know the children of all the "important" Pureblood families). And then he tries again once he knows who Harry is and spends years smarting at Harry's rejection, seemingly unable to move on from it or from Harry.

He's determined to be a part of Harry's life, if not as a friend then as a rival. He can't cope with Harry's disregard and constantly seeks attention from him. Even Lucius can't stop him from openly antagonizing Harry despite cautioning Draco in book 2 that it's unwise to be so openly hostile to Harry at this point.

Meanwhile Harry constantly watches what Draco does and even dreams about him his very first night at Hogwarts. After being nearly murdered by Voldemort at the end of book 1, during the summer before his second year Harry thinks of Draco as his arch nemesis and also thinks about how he kinda misses him.

For the first 5 years they know each other, Draco's entire life revolves around Harry whereas Harry has other things that he's dealing with though he's always extremely aware of and attuned to Draco. In some ways this might lead one to think that Draco is aware of his feelings a lot earlier. But honestly I think they're both in deep denial, though I do think perhaps Draco has more of an inkling since he is the one seeking Harry out.

Still, given the sharpening lines of the war, especially from book 4 on, I think Draco knows this is something that he should not and cannot feel or pursue and he tries to tell himself it's just dislike. Especially since mortifyingly Harry despises everything he thinks he believes in.

I think Draco would be the first to admit it to himself though. Probably during 7th year, once he's started to realize how wrong he's been about so many things and once he's been forced to confront the fact that he is not and will never be the person he's supposed to be, that he hates and fears Voldemort and the Death Eater cause, and that he hopes somehow, somewhere Harry is alive and that all the whispers about him being the Chosen One are true and that he really can end this.

And maybe in that context he also starts to admit to himself that maybe he never really hated Harry after all, that maybe the whispered remarks his friends made when they were younger were true and maybe he does feel something for Harry other than disdain. And that maybe it's not just that he finds Harry's stupid messy hair and green eyes aesthetically pleasing. Maybe he actually likes him. As a person. Maybe he loves him.

By the time the war is over I think he's come come to terms with it. Harry is just another thing he's lost, his feelings for him another thing he realized far too late.

Meanwhile we know that from the end of book 6 on Harry stops thinking about Draco with rancor and instead pities and worries about him, doesn't blame him for anything, and tries to save him at every opportunity. However, Harry also has a job to do and he and Draco are on the opposite sides of a war. The reality is that nothing can come of any feelings Harry might have and 1 or both of them may very well not survive the war.

Harry compartmentalizes and shuts down all feelings he might have and all thoughts of what might have been. Especially after the Manor, when he realizes that Draco may well be tortured to death because of him, he blocks him from his mind. He can't afford to examine his feelings or he won't be able to go on. Plus, if Voldemort reads his mind it will put Draco in even more danger.

Besides, he has Ginny. Someone who is so much more acceptable to care about. Someone who symbolizes all the intangible things Harry imagines he will want after the war. I think post Manor is the closest Harry comes to really acknowledging and verbalizing to himself what he feels, but he doesn't quite get there. (Though you could also read it as Harry realizing his feelings after the Manor scene and then realizing how impossible it all is and shutting Draco out of his mind completely).

But then the war's over. Harry gets to have his relationship with Ginny. He gets to realize that somehow in the peace they don't quite click anymore. Maybe they drifted apart. Or maybe what they had wasn't that strong to begin with. He's not sure, though sometimes he remembers the way at the end of sixth year she thought he was going off to fight Voldemort because it was what would make him "happy" rather than because he felt he had to, and wonders if maybe they were never going to work out, no matter what.

And meanwhile Draco's cleaning up his life. Harry speaks for him at his trial. And somehow they find each other again in the postwar world. Because they always do. Because they haven't been able to do anything but orbit each other since they were 11. And when Harry looks at Draco he feels something. And maybe he's never really put it into words before, even to himself, but somehow it doesn't feel new at all. It feels inevitable.

#send me asks anytime. i love them #interesting to hear others' opinions on this too #asks #drarry #Harry Potter #hpdm #meta #Harry Potter meta #drarry meta #my meta #harry/draco #Draco Malfoy

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thekillingvote · 8 months

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Tʜᴇ Kɪʟʟɪɴɢ Vᴏᴛᴇ

Thirty-five years ago, DC Comics opened a phone poll to kill Batman's child sidekick, Robin.

The poll was open to paying callers in the U.S. and Canada for a window of 35 hours, starting on 15 September 1988 at 9AM EST. There were two premium-rate phone numbers—one for Robin's survival, and one for Robin's death. Each paying caller could call multiple times. The results were decided by a margin of 72 votes out of a total 10,614 votes—the difference was just under 0.68%.

Now you decide.

KILL ROBIN

Jerry Smith of Covington, Kentucky claims to have sold his Mercedes-Benz to pay for votes to kill Robin

"Who Killed Cock(y) Robin? I Killed Cock(y) Robin" article by Glen Weldon (2008)

"1-800-DEAD-ROBIN" autobiographical comic by Tony Wolf (2015)

"We killed Jason Todd" feature by Matt Markman (2021)

SAVE ROBIN

Senator Patrick Leahy (D-Vt.), a noted Bat-fan and scholar, denounced the episode as a "Roman gladiator-like readers vote."

"I loved him [...] I personally voted for him to live 100 times, and my mom flipped when she saw the phone bill," says magazine writer Savas Abadsidis.

MJG6 said: I was dead broke, working my way through college, but I voted. My first job was at a comic book store, making me an OG fan girl, I guess, and I encouraged people to vote to save him. [...] Because killing a teen, in a role kids are supposed to identify with, that was just sick.

Further Reading

"A Death in the Family, or: How DC Comics Let a Phone Vote Kill Robin" via r/HobbyDrama

"Living Dead Boy: Jason Todd vs. The Culture That Killed (and Resurrected) Him" on Women Write About Comics

"The Vote to Kill Robin" - trivia, misconceptions, opinions by comic-commentary

Some fan letter columns from Jason's later times as Robin

No Birds Allowed: Batman without Robin

"A lot like Robin if you close your eyes": Displacement of meaning in the Post-Modern Age by Mary Borsellino, an essay on dead Robins, sexism, and classism

🦞 The Tale of Larry the Lobster 🦞

Submitted arguments below:

Kill Robin

Anonymous propaganda IN FAVOR of killing the lobster the Robin!

I love Jason Todd. I love his post-crisis Robin days, I love his sense of justice and his adorable love of learning and his silly curly bangs! I say this to emphasize that I don't want him killed out of any dislike of the character.

I want him dead out of a love for storytelling that gets to stick to its guns and doesn't pull its punches. In context of the poll we readers have just seen Dick Grayson get kicked out of the role due to Bruce's fear of him getting hurt, then he turns around and gets a new Robin anyways because he misses him! I really like that Bruce is being messy and hypocritical! Let that have some real consequences please!

If there were no real consequences then Dick got shoved out of being Robin for what? Hairbrained overprotective worry? Why even change the way he graduated into being Nightwing so much then or heck why even kick him out in the first place?

One might argue that we haven't even given this Robin proper time to develop, that instead he might be taken in new and interesting directions as his own unique Robin shaping the mantle into a legacy rather than just something that was Dick's. I admit this is a very good point, and we are cutting off some possible interesting avenues. As I mentioned, I do like this character! But are we really going to get that?

If DC is already prepared to toss him out of this mortal coil and through the pearly gates after such a short while, do we really think we're going to get much more love and care applied to him?

I say let's roll the dice for something new! May the comics world and all these characters have to deal with the ramifications for many years to come!

Save Robin

robin’s death (and subsequent resurrection) is, frankly, an insult to robin fans of that era. to want to see this child get killed in a brutal manner for no apparent reason, to see jason essentially removed from the narrative so batman could go back to being gritty and depressed—this is awful to me. he hadn’t even been robin for very long!

but that’s not why he should’ve lived.

the resurrection of jason todd as the red hood was narratively interesting enough that it kept most fans of the original jason hooked, and it still does! he has become a prime example of a trauma survivor: his death changed him, and those who loved him have difficulty accepting that.

but there is no resolution to that story, nor was there a resolution to jason’s tenure as robin. dick chose to leave robin behind and take on a new mantle. tim, steph, both had robin taken away from them (and let’s forget about how tim is still robin, because that doesn’t matter right now). damian’s role as robin conflicts with his misconception of his role in the family. everyone else has had an ending, and jason’s death…well. after his resurrection, he has somehow remained stagnant and wildly inconsistent at the same time. this applies to under the red hood too.

at its core, utrh is a deeply classist retelling of jason’s life pre-death in the family. winick makes him a villain—albeit a sympathetic one—who fucks over or kills people that he would’ve thrown himself in front of to save as robin. in utrh, the implication is that jason had always been violent and angry (and morally compromised), and that he was destined to become worse.

it sometimes feels that jason’s transition into being the red hood (and all the characterization that comes with that) was a decision dc made for shock value. just from jason’s robin run, it’s difficult to imagine jason becoming the red hood. it doesn’t feel inevitable. it’s tragic.

ultimately, i believe that jason never should have died, and that his death was a stunt by dc for its shock value. jim starlin wanted jason dead because to him a child sidekick, in a medium that was originally made for children, was “sheer insanity”. he was fridged, plain and simple.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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Am I the asshole for telling my mum she's being ignorant?

cw// racism .

I (18MtF) have a really, really good mum all things considered. She's been amazing about my transition, has gone to marches, spoke on radio, written articles and gotten into public spats on twitter (she's a semi-public figure) defending me. We live in the UK, so this is really a big thing on terf island lol. She's pretty good about mental health, and advocated in my youth aswell when I got diagnosed autistic.

Here is where it gets messy. My mum works in education for context, so is very clued in to the news and things. She's a hard-core feminist (I would probably call her a radical feminist to be honest). All of her friends are older women in education and journalism professions, and she speaks to them about feminist topics regularly. The thing is that ALL of them are white. Most of them are upper class (my parents both grew up dirt poor and had to work hard for everything they had). I have a number of bipoc friends, and there has been some weird instances of my mum accidentally breaking out the microaggressions that made me uncomfy, never anything massive, but enough to make me feel just a bit weird.

Tonight we watched the new Martin Scorsese film Killers of the Flower Moon. Often on the way home from seeing films like this, my mum and I will discuss politics and society, but I usually steer the conversation away from race because it isn't something I want to bring up with her, especially in a space where i cant exactly roll my eyes and go quiet without annoying her. However, race is a key topic in this film. Discussions were going fine, and then my mum did this weird thing I've noticed her do before. I had been explaining that indigenous women go missing and are often barely looked for because of factors of racism and misogyny, she immediately chimed in talking about a very different situation, about the cervical cancer scare in Ireland where tests for cervical cancer weren't carried out properly, but all the women were told they were clear anyway, resulting in many women suffering from a disease that could've been caught much earlier.

Normally I would just move on and engage with this, but it enraged me this time, mostly because it was an evocative film that left me with a lot of emotions and also because earlier that day she'd said something microaggressive about my girlfriend, who is black. I told her that it was obviously awful and I get she was just trying to empathise, but that it was a completely different situation because it didn't have that intersection of race and misogyny. She made some point about how she was "Sure there were people of color affected by the scandal" but I told her that that wasn't the point and that she was being ignorant. She got passive aggressive and didn't talk to me for the rest of the night.

I seriously don't know if it would've just been better to engage with her on that and then steer our conversation back to something more focused on race or to just abandon it altogether or whatever. I guess im also sick of not being able to talk about race at all with her, and feeling embarrassed bringing my friends over because I feel like she's gonna say something. I just don't really know how to bring it up because the only thing she can ever compare it to is misogyny, when obviously these are very different things, but I don't feel like this was the best way I'd gone about it.

Was I the asshole ?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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secret-engima · 1 year

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*slaps table* hi. This is the post where I talk about, yet again, why Kishi is an idiot when it comes to the implications of his own worldbuilding. Point 1. being that Kishi’s insistence that peacetime is bad for shinobi business is hot garbage and point 2. being the implications of ANBU being Scary even to other shinobi. Because the show makes it clear that ANBU are supposed to be the Scary Ones, the Dark Ones who do messed up stuff. Many fics have already talked about this, but not *too* many I've seen actually explore the implications of what that actually MEANS when put in the context of a society who thinks it's A-okay to give a knives and bombs to literal kids and shoo them off to fight things. Buckle up I’m going to flex my logic center and start talking economics even tho I never studied economics outside casual worldbuilding interest.

Okay to start off with, I’m need to talk about Not Anbu for a hot minute and describe some of the few things we *do* know about Kishi’s “worldbuilding” of the shinobi villages and their history.

1. Literally everyone but Madara the Madman agrees that the villages are a Good Thing that happened, even the missing ninja never breathe a word about wanting to go back to the Warring States Era where everyone was in clans. The implications of this could honestly be it’s own entire rant but I will restrain myself and focus on the topic at hand for now.

2. Konoha and every village barring the trash fire that is pre-Boruto Kiri have a thriving enough economy to be literal *cities* of very decent size and decent quality of life, which the civilians have a major hand in I’m sure, but tellingly the shinobi *make enough income to get by* and seem to do so very easily. I will probably come back to this as I go on.

3. Ninja villages not only have a wide array of mission ranks (which I will also come back to) but they are the ones who set the prices for individual missions, not the employers. This is seen in the infamous Wave mission when the bridge builder fellow lied about the danger of the mission because he *could not afford to pay for a mission above a C-rank*, which I remind you is the second lowest mission ranking in the system.

Alright with those in mind I’m gonna talk about the “peacetime is bad for shinobi” garbage because that does actually relate directly to the worldbuilding implications of ANBU. Just. Just bear with me here and forgive me if this kinda rambles in multiple directions, talking about anything with Kishi makes my braincells run for the hills on a good day.

JUMPING IN WITH THE PEACETIME THING. This is stupid. This is one of the stupidest things to come out of Kishi’s mouth in my opinion barring the existence of the cannibal space aliens. Why? Because despite Kishi’s love of explosions and giant flashy fights shinobi are supposed. To be. STEALTHY. And the vast majority of them now live in villages, which means they need steady income.

Post the unification of the clans into villages, wars actually became too big and messy to be profitable because it’s during peacetime that people have money to spend on hiring ninja. And we see them spend it on incredibly frivolous things when it comes to shinobi. Just look at all the D-ranks we see or are referenced in the shows. Babysitting, pet retrieval, fence painting, carrying shopping bags for civilian ladies, house cleaning, the list goes on. And these pay well enough, are priced high enough by the village, that Might Dai, a single parent, was able to feed, shelter, and clothe both himself and an extremely energetic child while also having time to train himself and his son and walk Gai to and from school. And the price tag for missions only goes up from there. Higher ranked missions pay more according to risk, but peacetime is when people will be able to afford those kinds of missions. *Wartime*, as war is defined in the show post-village creation, are giant, messy affairs where a lot of manpower goes to maintaining front lines and countering enemy action, leaving far *less* manpower and time to take on these kinds of missions, and with the mass destruction of land and resources that these wars cause, people will have less money to throw at having the magic ninja men do things like escort caravans, deal with petty crime, retrieve stolen items, etc. And those examples are just C-rank/B-rank examples. Most wartime missions that we see in the show are actually missions assigned by the village itself, not from an outside client, which means the pay is coming from the Village coffers and not an external source, which can get messy very quickly if they do not have the manpower to take enough missions from outside clients to refill those coffers. Remember that I’m coming back to it later.

Wartime, for village ninja, is loud and messy and ugly. *Peacetime* on the other hand, is the playground of the rich, the powerful, and the *subtle*. Peacetime is when nobles pay top dollar to *flaunt* that they can afford to hire a ninja or three to escort them around in broad daylight regardless of any enemies they’ve made. Peacetime is when nobles have the money to pay for ninja to go in and spy on rivals or steal secrets. Peacetime is when the Daimyo and other elites hire shinobi to escort luxury goods at high risk of theft, to deal with underground human or drug trafficking that is inconveniencing them, or to spy on their neighboring lands for information that will become useful next time they meet up to flex on each other in a “you don’t want to make trouble with me I have and know X”.

More importantly, peacetime is when the *lower* classes can afford to pay for the magic ninja as well. If D-ranks are enough to support a single parent and his child, then C and B ranks are actually going to be the *backbone* of a ninja village’s economy, not the A or S ranks. C and B ranks are going to be the highest pay for the lowest risk, and those will predominantly come from the merchant and working class who have enough spare cash to have someone deal with the wild animals harming their livestock, take out budding trafficking rings and bandit gangs or escort people and goods.

I don’t think I’m emphasizing this one enough. Look at a map of the Elemental Nations, look at the size of those countries. Now we don’t get a lot of info on cities in those countries (because KISHI) but there are bound to be plenty of villages, towns, and cities dotting those countries, and all of them are going to be connected in some way to each other via trade routes and highways. You’re going to have Konoha’s own supply lines and the trade deals they have with their own merchant families bargaining for preferential treatment in exchange for setting up shop in a ninja village on top of all the other merchants from all over the Land of Fire who, during peacetime, have both money and incentive to hire the fire-chucking magic people to ensure *all* of their goods arrive *on time, every time*.

You’re going to have merchants who have supply lines through multiple countries. Glass products from the Land of Wind. Inks, fine paper, and flavored teas from Land of Fire. Fish, oyster, and pearl products from the coast (which is especially high risk in areas near the disaster fire that is Kiri). Each and every country is going to have luxury products or famous higher-quality raw materials (*points at Iwa and their rock obsession, points at every product made out of high quality stone, silver, gold, or iron ore*) that the other countries are all going to want, and consequently you will have merchants that are going to be willing to pay top dollar to ensure those products get where they are meant to go and do so undamaged and in a timely fashion despite bad roads/bad weather/bandits/rogue shinobi hired by a competitor/wild animals/freak acts of the local kami because you forgot to pay tribute to their shrine last week.

The technology of pre-Boruto era is also still stuck in the *horse and wagon* stage, meaning you have caravans of this stuff moving on very strict, long term schedules, which means these are jobs that the village can charge per day or week on the road on top of the base price estimated from the level of risk to the shinobi. You have merchants who are going to give preferential treatment to the village of their home nation if they can, both because you Don’t Insult The Local Fire Breathers/Rock Gougers/Storm Summoners/Etc but also because the villages themselves likely offer discounts for natives of their country, or even contracts that are essentially subscription deals for those who have multiple caravans going out at the same time, multiple times in a year. A “pay this much up front and we will ensure that several shinobi are always on standby to guard one of your caravans” kinda deal. It’s been implied multiple times in the shows that the majority of any shinobi village’s workforce are chuunin and that jounin’s are elite, and C/B-ranks are literally stated in the wiki to be usually given to teams of Chuunin or sometimes two genin teams and their jounin pairing up for a joint operation. Chuunin are going to make their careers on guarding caravans, dealing with bandits, clearing road hazards, etc. If Chuunin are the majority of your workforce, then missions that chuunin can take are going to be, by necessity, the largest cashflow coming into your village.

If a war between two or more countries is happening, all of that gets heavily restricted because of the risk of infiltration, heavily impeded from road destruction and wartime front lines, or straight up *shut down* from lack of money and manpower to take those missions.

Can you see what I’m getting at now when I say Kishi’s peacetime line is stupid.

And here comes another fun aspect of this. Because where the money flows, so does the cultural norms. Now a lot of fics I’ve seen emphasize the child soldier thing and also how D-ranks are very likely a way to acclimate the genin to mission work while also training civilians to see ninja as Friendly Safe Workers who happen to have magic powers and knives. But the thing is, all of that work on acclimating the civilians to view their local shinobi as Safe To Hire is going to go out the window if you remind them too often that these people are literal killers for hire. Merchants are not going to want to hire Infamous Killers because that says to their customers and their potential business partners that they themselves are shady and possibly approve of murder to get their way. Poking at D-ranks briefly, farmers aren’t going to want to hire potentially unhinged murderers to till their fields, and nobody is going to want to hire even the genin to *babysit their kids*.

So.

In order to attract reliable patronage from these low risk, well paying areas, the ninja villages had to *alter their public perception*. Assassination missions, kidnapping missions, extortion missions, all of those over time became short-term gain/long-term loss for the village. So they took them on less and less, and those kinds of missions became increasingly *socially unacceptable* even to the shinobi, because if the village doesn’t approve of it, it’s not a good thing. What assassination/sabotage missions we do see or hear referenced in canon are always, iirc, targeting someone that can the ninja can safely point at and say “this is a bad guy”. High ranking rogue shinobi from other villages or crime lords or despotic warlords being I think the majority (if not the entirety) of the few examples canon gives us. Those are people that, when civilians hear about them being assassinated, the civilians are going to say “good riddance” rather than “oh no!”. And if those missions are the only ones that the common shinobi hear about themselves or take on, then that’s what they are going to associate with those types of missions. A high risk job that is nonetheless seen as Morally Right, even if their moral compass hinges mostly on who is the friend or enemy of their home village.

I could also get into how this has really interesting implications for what the Warring State Era shinobi economics were like and how Hashirama and Madara making Konoha was basically inventing the concept of unionizing but I’m not going to side track to that because finally, FINALLY, we get to the ANBU Are Scary Thing.

Because this. This whole thing about how peacetime is actually where ninja villages make their bread and butter and how the push-pull of being Socially Acceptable for Money turning into Actual Moral Perception is where ANBU’s identity as the Scary Guys comes into play.

Now we don’t know when ANBU was actually founded in Konoha or any other village, but I’m going to ballpark and say it was *after* the First War because of a few key things we know about ANBU.

1. ANBU are Scary.

2. ANBU are known to specifically hunt other ninja (specifically Kiri has a Hunter-nin branch of ANBU but logically every village would have this).

3. ANBU work is extremely psychologically and physically grueling to their members and has a high fatality rate.

4. Whatever ANBU does is considered messed up even by ninja standards. An example that comes to mind is a filler flashback where Gai ends up running into Kakashi on an ANBU mission where Kakashi is basically putting down enemy ninja that are defeated and attempting to surrender and Gai is visibly distressed by this.

The First Shinobi World War likely rocked the Elemental Nations as badly or *worse* than WWI did for the real world, because this was the first time “war” was not defined as two or three noble lords throwing peasants with spears or the occasional ninja at each other or two or three shinobi clans having a protracted blood feud that they could only initiate when they weren’t busy trying to feed their own families. Assuming Konoha has the average number of shinobi clans that can be found in a shinobi village, that means we had somewhere upward of 55 clans from various countries throwing everything they had at each other on open battlefields, destroying large amounts of landscape, and causing shinobi and civilian casualties on a mass scale that even the most fire happy Uchiha could not have achieved on their worst day. This was also after Jinchuuriki became a thing, so this war was the first demonstration of what it’s like to essentially duct tape a nuke to an emotionally volatile child soldier and see what happens when you throw two or more of them into a battlefield.

The economy of the villages and their respective nations would have been in chaos after the war. Entire towns, roads, and bridges are straight up gone, chunks of landscape for miles around have been drastically rewritten, the death toll is high and the missing persons list is even higher and in the wake of this you’re going to have *every* would-be warlord and their grandfather getting uppity and trying to stake a claim on what they can of the wreckage. This includes Rogue Shinobi, likely the first real appearance of Rogue Shinobi in ninja history, at least on this scale. Lots of shinobi are going to be disillusioned from the war, exhausted, more than a few are mentally broken from the traumas, and all the ninja who have no moral compasses and dreams of power are looking at this and deciding “hey, now is a great time to become a warlord”. On top of all this, since most of the wartime missions were assigned by the villages themselves and not an outside client (with *very minimal* cash flow coming from the Daimyo himself since presumably the war was partially his idea, but even the royal coffers are not enough to run a military city the size of Konoha kthanks), the village coffers are likely hanging out somewhere between “Naruto’s childhood allowance” and “I can offer you lint”.

Obviously, these things need to be taken care of pronto, and with the villages scrambling to have the money to rebuild, the Kage in charge are going to be much more willing to take on dirty missions like assassinations, extortion, blackmail, *whatever* just to refill the village coffers. But. The ninja villages still need to keep their social acceptability in order to start getting their C and B ranks back, especially after the war opened everyone’s eyes to how destructive shinobi can really be in large numbers. They cannot afford to be seen killing left and right and the Rogue ninja are a huge stain on their village’s reputation, but openly advertising that “hey, if anyone leaves the village we’ll behead them” really isn’t going to do any favors for keeping the shinobi who are in the same mental space Tsunade was when she got fed up and left Konoha altogether.

And this, I think, is what gave rise to the existence of ANBU. The Kages picking their remaining highly skilled and most loyal followers, putting them in masks so that they cannot be easily identified by civilians, and sent out to quietly complete these high level, socially unacceptable missions. They were sent out to deal with Rogue shinobi and make them disappear without advertising to all the other traumatized village shinobi that their village is “serve or die” rather than the more patriotic “we fight for our home” that they were raised with. They were sent out to perform civilian assassinations, extortion, whatever they were offered in order to shore up the village’s shaky economy of the time and enable the Kage to pay their soldiers.

Then, after the economy stabilized, the ANBU just kinda … never left. Because by then the respective Kage had realized that being able to take on these kinds of missions with high pay and no loss of social acceptability was useful, and in the wake of the First War with everyone being simultaneously paranoid of their neighboring country but also on eggshells to not start another war, the anonymity of ANBU became a convenient way to keep an eye on each other and subtly attempt to sabotage the other when it looked like they were getting too powerful. The next two Great Shinobi Wars only solidified ANBU’s role in the hidden villages for those very same reasons, even though I would argue that they were ultimately a Bad Idea because they put too much power in the hands of the Kage without their village clans being able to hold them responsible, and that’s how we get stuff like Danzo™ and the crimes committed by Danzo™ and the Sandaime against the Uchiha. The existence of ANBU and the ability to “anonymously” jab at each other also just encouraged the animosity between the Great Shinobi Villages, and allowed warmongers (Danzo™) to ensure that an actual peace never fully settled in until the 4th Shinobi War happened.

And the peace post the 4th war, by the way, SHOULD have been a huge boom in the popularity and use of shinobi rather than the detriment that the Boruto manga/anime insists on for like- all the reasons stated in the economics part of this rant as well as the rise of CORPORATIONS that would happily pay a lot for shinobi in a host of different capacities and also people paying for shinobi to pretty please come help rebuild our destroyed homes and farmland with your fancy ninja powers.

It’s also canon that several shinobi retired and went into other professions in the wake of this peace and alliance, such as *acting*, which opens up an entire potential slew of missions geared specifically toward movie producers using their new technologies and their bigger budgets to hire shinobi as stuff like stunt doubles, live special effects artists (need to rehearse but the set isn’t done yet? No problem!! Just hire someone with *genjutsu* to make your actors the ultimate set/stage), *makeup artists* (hey those infiltration skills come in handy in a lot of ways), and more. And that’s just one “modern” profession off the top of my head that would adore having Magic Ninja People available for hire.

I’m sure I’m missing a ton of potential peace time jobs and economic implications because again, I only research this stuff in relation to worldbuilding fictional places. But there we go, I have just gone a 3k rant about ninja economics in order to explain why ANBU are Scary. I hope ya’ll enjoyed.

A side note I couldn’t find a good spot for in the actual rant but another factor in the shinobi villages having to change their behavior and seem Socially Acceptable is because of the rise of civilian-born shinobi in their genin/chuunin ranks. Because there’s no way a civilian family is going to *want* their child to become a murderous psychopath. A competent, magic wielding defender of your merchant uncle’s caravans on the other hand…

Other rants I need to do at some point when my braincells aren’t mush are:

1. My personal HCs on Konoha’s orphanage/foster system (aka Hi, Let Me Give You More Reasons To Hate Sarutobi Hiruzen)

2. Ninja Economics Two: Warring States Boogaloo (Edit: now available here!)

3. Why Cannibal Space Ninjas Are The Stupidest Idea of Multiple Stupid Options

4. Boruto Ninja Cults: What Kishi Could’ve Done Instead of the Garbage We Got

5. Genin Corps (Aka Reasons Kishi Could’ve Given for Why No One Thought Kabuto Was Suspicious But Didn’t. Aka Ninja Economics 3 Babyyyyyy)

#Secret Engima Rambles #SE rants #naruto worldbuilding #ninja economics #boruto #taking red string and thumbnails of logic to Kishi's hot nonsense

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Tutor: Bad Day - Rafe Cameron

Words: 4.7k+ Type: Smut and Fluff Summary: Rafe had a bad day, so, he decided to come over and see you to forget about his problems. Warnings: Fem!Reader [no mentions of race or bodytype]. Mentions of hiding a relationship from friends and family, family problems (Rafe's), and slight hesitation in sexual activities. FORBIDDEN AND SECRET RELATIONSHIP. SMUT {BIG risk of getting caught, handjob and fingering, and a lot of kissing}

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The bell of the store rings just at the top of your head as you push the door open. The cold air conditioning hits your warm skin and, almost right away, all of your body shivers.

The voices of your friends soon invade the silence of the convenience store, and you notice, from the corner of your eye, how the cashier leans back on his chair almost as if in defeat.

You look over your shoulder at your friends, and they are still loudly talking about some girl from science class - the only class all of you share. You don’t say anything to be a part of the commentary about the girl's lifestyle, but you give them a grin when they notice you looking, to which they smile back.

You drag your feet over to the snack aisle, and your friends let you go on your way. They always seem to trust you to choose the snacks before going to the beach. They usually get the task to choose the drinks, so you have just as much importance to the group. As they say, you can ruin the evening with just the wrong bag of chips.

As you walk, you relax as you notice how you can very much only hear their voices in the distance as if they were mumbles. The distance is enough to muffle their overly excited voices. A miracle.

You turn around the corner to the aisle, just the one before the snacks, and see your eyes lay on someone. The person you’ve shamelessly grown accustomed to.

He's standing just a few feet away from you. He's wearing a blue t-shirt and black jeans. His hair seems a little messy from where you stand, and you can't really see his face, unfortunately.

You don’t say anything to him at first, as he’s focused on his phone and facing the products on the shelves, but you do continue to make your way over to your desired destination. You want to go over there and talk to him, of course, but if he's distracted... maybe you shouldn't? And your friends are still in the store. It wouldn’t be safe to be seen with him.

Rafe lifts his eyes off his screen to look at the products again, and you can see the scowl on his face. It’s not just his usual expression, as Rafe is, indeed, a moody person. You can tell that he’s actually upset over something.

Your plan is quickly abandoned with that. You're not walking towards your destination anymore, you're now very much walking toward him. Your steps are slower and maybe even a little hesitant, but they're making you go to him.

Rafe's eyes lift from the product he’s grabbing to the person in the corner of his eye, and his eyes land on you.

“Hi.” You say in a whisper, not even being able to contain the smile that easily spread over your face.

“Hi.”

He’s still with that frown on his face.

You walk closer to him, but don’t do as planned and simply walk past him. You stop right beside him and look up before beginning to speak.

You’ve seen and texted Rafe a few times in the past 4 days, but it’s been a while since you interacted face to face. You missed him. And you really think that is an understatement. Missing doesn't even get to describe what you feel when it comes to that heartwrenching feeling you get every night. Sometimes you just want to be with him for 5 minutes, nothing more, because you swear that would cure you and your pained heart.

Rafe is always sweet with you and so caring. It’s not even some sexual desire when you’re near him, it’s much more than that.

After that day in your backyard, your parents were home every day and all day. It’s depressing how you went back to only seeing him cross the hallway at his home, but his house is also always with people there. His dad is always in his office, Rose is working in the living room and, well, Wheezie is with you. Sarah is very much the only one that you almost never see. And yet you can never talk to him when you see him. It's sad.

Just after the backyard alone, the two of you went inside and cooled off. And okay... you kissed too. It never led to anything after it, it truly was just kissing. A little too much kissing, but you loved every second of it.

“Is everything okay?” You ask him, still in a very faint whisper.

“Why?” He asks.

“You look upset.” You offer him a shrug.

Rafe stares at you for just a few seconds and ignores the way the weight he just had over his shoulders eased. He doesn’t know how you do it. He’s not used to someone picking up on his emotions at all, and he’s not even sure he likes it. Yet, at the same time, he can’t bring himself to dislike anything that you do.

His day started off shitty. Had an argument with his dad just over breakfast, and that was enough to ruin his mood for the entire day. Ward said some unfair things, then added pointing at Sarah as if she is the perfect example of a good child to a parent. Yeah, fucking right.

He takes a good look at you after he remembers all of the said and unsaid words in that discussion. A look at you is enough to disconnect him from everything. You’re just wearing a pale pink skirt and an open shirt of the same fabric, in the middle, you have a tight black bikini. He shamelessly stares at you for a little, and his eyes come back to your face, admiring it longer.

“It’s nothing.” He assures you with the fakest grin.

You tilt your head cutely and look away from him, deciding not to push him to answer anything else when he’s clearly looking very annoyed.

You take a look around before continuing conversing, just making sure none of your friends have come to look for you. And they haven’t. You can still hear their voices in the distance, yet, not all of them are talking, and that makes you feel a little unsure about their whereabouts.

You look back at him and his phone lights up in his hand again. You make sure to not stare at his screen and he notices it but says nothing.

“Are you alone?” He asks you, and you shake your head.

“My friends are getting drinks.” You tell him.

He hums as an answer and looks back at the shelves in front of him. He knows that you two can’t be seen together, so, it’s only a matter of time before you have to walk away.

“Are you free tonight?” He asks you out of the blue.

“I have a test tomorrow.” You tell him, a hint of a smile already appearing on your face, contrasting greatly with his frown, “And my parents are home.”

Rafe slides his phone back into his shorts, giving you his full attention, and you force yourself to stop looking down at his mouth every time he turns to you. He still doesn’t look any less annoyed while you talk to him, but he also doesn’t look worse. You hate to see him like this, but you're not sure you can do anything to change it.

You almost ask him again if he’s actually okay, but you decide not to do it. Rafe can tell from the way you look at him in the short seconds of silence that you’re hesitating on saying something and never seem to spill it out.

One of your friends laughs loudly on the other end of the store and that makes you look away from Rafe and towards where the sound came from. You look back at him right after, and he expects you to offer him one of your smiles or reach to touch him, but you never do. He swallows hard at the lack of comfortability in your interaction and feels something in him sink.

He breaks your shared glance and grabs the package that he was trying to get. You watch as he retrieves the object, and your heart speeds up a little at the sight of his frown worsening ever so slightly.

Before he gets to move away from you, you raise your hand and lay it over his to stop him from walking away. Rafe does stop and looks down at you.

You take a quick glance at what’s behind you and quickly reach up, laying a kiss on his lips. Rafe quickly brings his hand up to hold the back of your head while the two of you kiss, and both of your hearts speed up at it. You pull away slowly and look all over his face, sadly looking at his frown.

You kiss him again and all of your kisses are so soft that Rafe swears he’ll never have enough of them. You lay at least 3 more pecks on his lips before pulling away completely. You then continue to hold his hand and stare up at him, worryingly.

“You can talk to me.” You say to him softly, “Whenever you need to.”

Rafe hears the voice of your friends coming closer all of a sudden and he simply kisses the top of your head before walking away. You stare at him as he does it and, right as he disappears, your friends appear at the other end of the aisle.

“It’s not on this aisle, dummy!” One of them says loudly at you, and you force a smile at her.

“Sorry!” You tell her, trying to seem just as happy.

(...)

You change the page of your book and lay your eyes over the words on paper once again. The book you’re holding is quite small, but it has been one of the best ways to relax before going to sleep.

The golden light coming from your bedside table shines into the pages, giving them this warm and sleepy tone, and you already feel your eyelids close.

And that’s when you hear three knocks on your bedroom window.

You check the time and it’s just 9PM, not too late. You close your book and frown in worry as you get up from the bed. And as soon as your eyes meet the person by your window, you can’t help but laugh. Rafe Cameron himself.

You unlock it and slide it open. Rafe gets himself inside in no time.

“What are you doing here?” You tell him with a huge smile on your face, from both the surprise and happiness of having him just beside you.

“I was bored at home.” He simply tells you, making sure to whisper.

You run over to your bedroom door and quickly lock it, hearing behind you Rafe slide the window closed as well. When you turn back around, Rafe's already sitting on your bed, looking at you. He still has a frown, but not like the one before. This one is smaller, yet still very much there.

“How was your day?” You ask while walking towards him.

“Shitty.” He answers.

You take a seat right on his lap, and Rafe’s hands come to rest on your legs. They smooth down on your soft skin, as you are only wearing a simple t-shirt and sleeping shorts, and you notice how his touch has now become so familiar, that it makes your body warm with it.

“How shitty?” You ask him. “Really shitty?”

He nods, and you pucker your lips while thinking. His hands stop moving as they reach your hips and the two of you stare at each other for just some time. It doesn't take long before short smiles begin to grow on your faces as you do so.

Rafe doesn’t say anything for a bit and then, simply, looks over to see what is right at the center of your bed. Still with a little grin of his own on his face. He grabs your book and brings it in between you two.

You watch him as he looks through the pages, almost appearing as if he’s looking for something. He flips through some individually and then simply moves to look all throughout the book, letting every page pass his thumb. He looks at the printed words in silence, but he pauses after some time, putting the book back down.

He really is bored.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He looks up at you, finding your sweet eyes looking back at him, and you wait for an answer, but he simply shakes his head - much to your disappointment.

You bring your hands to his face, as always, and Rafe closes his eyes tiredly when you begin to caress them with your thumbs. Rafe holds onto your hips once more, pulling you impossibly closer to him, and squeezing you close by wrapping an arm around your torso.

He reopens his eyes, and you lay a gentle peck over his lips. He watches as you pull back a little and do it again. A small smile pulls at the corners of Rafe’s lips, and you do it once more. You shine a smile at him when you pull away completely and, suddenly, there’s a loud noise downstairs.

The two of you instinctively look towards the door and wait for any following sounds. It sounded like something falling, but, whatever it was, one of your parents must have grabbed it from the floor before it made any more noise.

You look back at Rafe, and he’s still looking at the door.

“My parents are home, but...” You pause a little, “Do you want to stay the night?” You whisper at him, gaining his attention.

“Can I?” He asks a little louder than you but still in a whisper.

You nod, moving your thumbs over his cheeks again before speaking once more.

“We just can’t let my parents know that I have someone in my room.” You tell him, offering him a shrug. “So, if I have to open the door, you simply have to slide under the bed.” You add.

Your words make the small smile come back to Rafe's face and you celebrate mentally as you do so.

You lean closer to him again and give him a real kiss this time. Your hands move away from his face and over to the back of his head, running through the soft strands of his hair. The kiss is soft and slow, all of it is, even the way Rafe is holding you.

The sounds of kissing reach your ears as the make-out session evolves, and you move your hips over him, granting a groan from Rafe against your mouth.

Rafe's hold on you begins to tighten once you do that, and you try to sit still and not lose control over your own body.

If you get caught, you are definitely getting killed by your parents.

One of his hands slides down from your hip over back to your thigh, where it moves under the thin fabric of your shorts. He forces your hips to move just a little higher on his, and you let out a whimper at the feeling of your crotch sliding over the bulge on his shorts. Rafe kisses you more harshly, and you cling to his hair.

You begin to move your hips on your own and the two of you tense in each other’s holds. Rafe pulls away from the kiss, and you sigh as his lips lay over the skin of your neck right after. His kisses are still so soft and so warm. It makes your entire body react to them.

You grind your hips against him and let out a gasp at the feeling of your clit grazing the fabric of your own clothes. Rafe holds onto you tightly and, with a quick movement, lays you down beside him on the bed.

Rafe stares at you, laying perfectly at the center of the bed, with your shirt exposing a bit of your stomach and your shorts up at the top of your thighs. Before Rafe can even kiss you once more, you speak.

“Wait.” You say, and he pauses completely. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”

It takes a long second before Rafe speaks.

“You want to stop?” He asks to make sure.

“I don’t know.” You answer, chuckling breathly at your own answer, “My parents are right downstairs. I’m scared they might hear it.”

Rafe smiles in amusement at your own giggles, and he notices how you do a little pout without even noticing. You move up with your elbows against the mattress and, with your distance now shortened, you don't fight the temptation to kiss him again. Rafe chases the kiss when you move back to lay on the bed, and you smile into it.

“We only do it if you want to.” He reminds you.

You stare at him, thinking, and you sigh as soon as you hear the sounds from the loud television from downstairs. The walls of your home are thin. You really can’t make that much of a risk because even if your parents stay downstairs, if they ever do need to use the bathroom or something, you're done for. And that's ignoring the fact that your mother practically has the earing of a falcon. It's too much of a risk.

Even when it would feel really good to just do it.

You sigh out loud, showing the man on top of you your clear mental discussion, and Rafe grins at it.

“I really want to,” You explain to him with a small pout. “But we’d make too much noise.”

“I know. Wouldn’t be the first time.” He notes.

You smile at his words and roll your eyes, lifting your hand to just faking a smack on his cheek. It's more of a hand laying on his cheek really.

When you pull your hand away to see his smile, Rafe comes down to the crook of your neck. You wrap an arm around him, and you begin to feel Rafe's lips kissing your skin. You hold back your laughter as some places do tickle and, when Rafe comes back up, you stare.

You stay silent, deep in thought, and no matter how long you think about it, your lust never subsides.

You look down at your bodies, thinking still, and it doesn’t help that your hips are glued to Rafe’s. You look back up at him and open your mouth to speak but you don’t.

“What is it?” He asks softly.

“I really want you to touch me.” You whisper at him.

“You think you can stay quiet?” He asks you in a soft tone, making you almost go back into your mental debate about your options.

After thinking for not even 2 seconds, Rafe's eyes are enough to make you force out your answer. You nod. Rafe does as told and brings one of his hands over to your shorts. His hand slides under the soft fabric and soon feels your panties. You exhale shakingly at the feeling of his hand on top of your pussy, messing with you through the fabric for just a few seconds.

With just a quick movement, Rafe's fingers slide through your slit and begin to work downwards. His digit is covered with your slick in no time. You try to close your legs as a reflex as soon as his fingers find and start to work circles around your clit, and you easily notice how impossible it is to do it.

Rafe lays a kiss on your cheek as you bite down at your bottom lip and keep your eyes trained to watch how his hand moves beneath the fabric of your shorts. From the angle, you can practically peek inside your shorts, watching his finger move so gently on you.

You whimper very lowly as soon as you watch him slip two of his fingers into you. Rafe shushes you, his mouth near your own, and your face forms a frown of pleasure as he begins to move inside of you. You move one of your legs closer to your torso, and the feeling of the fabric of your shorts makes Rafe pull away. You whine at the loss of his fingers, and he sits up.

Rafe slides your shorts and panties down your legs and throws them into the floor. His fingers slide back into your warm pussy, and you automatically bring him closer to you, liking to have him near. His hand now moves with more freedom, and you sigh out his name with a teeny tiny squeak as his fingers find your g-spot so easily.

You bring one of your hands over to the waistband of his shorts, and Rafe looks down at you as you undo the button and zipper. He almost stops moving at the way your hand also slides into his boxers, without any hesitation, and your small hand wraps around his dick.

Rafe groans beside your head at your touch, and his fingers stall a little inside of you. You kiss his chin as you work your fist around his length, reaching slowly to touch his tip with your finger. Your thumb moves over the head, feeling and spreading his precum while sliding your digit across the slit.

You smile through the pleasure as Rafe grunts beside you again and he takes his revenge by curving his fingers inside of you.

You, following his revengeful actions, tighten your hold on his cock and begin to move your hand at a quicker pace. You watch as your hand moves under the fabric, and Rafe breathes heavily with you, leaning his forehead onto the side of your head while he watches the entanglement of your arms in between your bodies.

Rafe speeds up his movements and so do you, mimicking his pace to the best of your ability, and you feel your stomach tighten with the build-up of the pleasure.

“Rafe.” You sigh again, and he looks down at you, “Your fingers feel so good.”

He slides in his third finger once you say that, and you bite down harshly at your lip. Your pussy stretches around his fingers easily, and his third finger, with just one of his movements, is also soaked to its knuckle.

A sheer layer of sweat begins to form at the top of your foreheads, both of your bodies burning and your orgasms already so at the edge. It’s getting harder to hold back your moans, and Rafe is breathing heavily close to your ear.

You pump his cock harder, and Rafe audibly reacts to it. It’s a low sound and one so near your ear it’s impossible for anyone else could hear it. Rafe feels the way your walls clenched around his fingers as a reaction to it.

You begin to move your hips underneath his hand and let out small whimpers right onto his face. The way your hand is moving around him is just as pleasurable to him.

Rafe speeds up his fingers once more and the squelch of your wetness is heard in the middle of all of your heavy breathing.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He tells you, “Every single time I touch you.”

Rafe doesn’t stop his movements, even when the sounds begin to get more and more audible, and you whimper a little louder. You look at Rafe with pleading eyes, and he brings his mouth close to yours. The two of you can’t even focus enough to kiss, his mouth just hovers over yours as the two of you try to hold in your noises and calm down your breathing, and you begin to feel your orgasm getting really close.

You whimper against his mouth again, voice breaking at such a low volume right into him. That itself makes Rafe's entire body tense up with pleasure. The two of you have done things like this many times already. There's always the possibility of getting caught with the two of you. But tonight? Fuck, your parents are right downstairs, absolutely blind to the fact that Rafe Cameron is knuckles deep inside their daughter as he fucks her hand.

This all feels like a fever dream.

“Can I cum, Rafe?” You whisper at him, against his lips. “Please, please, please.” Your pleas get higher as the orgasm gets closer.

“You can.” He says before curving his fingers once more as he keeps the pace steady.

He almost expects you to stop the movements of your hand around his dick, but you never do. Your hold gets tighter and your pumping more frantic. You whine a little out loud, enough for Rafe to shut you up with a kiss, and you finally feel the orgasmic pleasure run its course throughout your body.

Not even a few seconds later, Rafe feels the exact same thing happen to him. Your walls squeeze his fingers as he keeps going and his cock throbs on your hand. Your noises, the ones he loves so dearly, worsen against his mouth as he fastens the thrusting of his hand, riding your orgasm for longer.

Your legs lift beside his body as you subconsciously try to get away from him. It's all too intense for you, but you never stop moving your hand around his dick. You hold onto him with pressure and all so quickly. And just like that, Rafe groans into your lips as well and his cum coats your hand, rope after rope.

The two of you come down from your highs together, eyes closed and heavily breathing into each other's lips. Rafe’s the first one to open his eyes and look down at the mess on his fingers. You open your eyes as he begins to pull them out of you, and you sigh at the sensation.

His fingers glisten in the golden light of your bedside table, and you almost moan at the sight of him bringing his fingers into his mouth. He cleans one at a time, and you simply tiredly stare at him with a slightly open mouth. Your eyes, half closed and heavy with sleep, stare back into his, but an idea sparks.

You pull your hand out of his boxers and do the exact same thing. Rafe swears that he felt something he’s never felt before as soon as he saw you lick your fingers clean of his cum. You look at him in the eyes as you do it, and smile midway through. Rafe's eyes on you could've been intimidating at some point, but all you did was melt onto the bed this time.

Rafe pulls you into a kiss once you're done and it’s absolutely filthy. Both mouths taste like each other, and the kiss is sloppy and all messy. As your tongues touch one another, the two of you let out a simultaneous moan. You giggle into his mouth and pull him closer to you by wrapping your legs around his hips.

When he pulls away, Rafe brings his hands to your mouth and cleans the corners of your mouth with his thumb.

The moment is easily disturbed by a voice.

“Honey?”

It's right behind your bedroom door. The two of you freeze, and your head snaps towards the still closed and locked door. You can almost imagine your mother's figure behind it.

Your heart begins to beat quickly, and you almost have to physically force yourself to answer.

“Yes, mom?”

“Is everything alright?” She asks, and you tense up further.

Your eyes then circle around the room, thinking of all possibilities that could be the reason for any sorts of noises she could've heard. It can't be a book or your laptop - she knows you always use headphones. Your eyes fall on your TV just in the corner.

“Yeah, just watching a show. Why?” You close your eyes as you answer, fearful of this idea not being good enough for her to believe you.

Yet, she believes your every word.

Rafe smiles down at you proudly, and your lips connect once more, right as your mom makes her way down the hallway.

Hope you liked this new part <33

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