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yikimiki · 3 years

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thinking so fucking hard about loser/stoner eren and popular/mean girl reader............ how she'll tease him and bully him at school but when they're fucking its always the opposite way around........ he has such a grip on her and shes so whipped for him that the pent up teasing just comes out during sex and he is just being so mean to her

This is a different au from the other loser eren asks — aiming more towards stoner!eren x popular!reader!! Also this got really long?? It’s a mix of headcanons and drabbles so hold on

warnings: smut, dirty talk, mean dom eren, rough sex, crying, creampie, multiple rounds, spanking, hair pulling, mentions of drugs (weed), degradation, use of “bitch”, “slut”, “whore”, “cocksleeve”, no prep, ass play, size kink, dumbification, mentions of spitting, dubcon (just to be sure)

No but imagine... Eren is this outcast, unbothered type of guy that doesn’t give a fuck about the social hierarchy of college or whatever. For some sick and twisted reason, you are particularly interested in him — there’s something about his baggy clothes, long hair under his cap/beanie and his “fuck everything” attitude that gets you going. But you can’t really show that you’re attracted to a complete loser like him, it would ruin your reputation, so you have to pretend as if you love teasing him, mocking him. Which, like, it’s totally funny.

It works for some time, until you are alone in a room with him. It happens in some weird college party that you almost didn’t go to, when you decide to take a break from dealing with your drunk friends and find shelter in a bedroom somewhere. It takes you some time to find one that it’s not locked or... being used, but eventually you open the door to find Eren, just scrolling through his phone with a blunt hanging from his lips. This time, considering it’s just you and him, you skip the provocations and ask him what he’s doing alone in there, you sit next to him in bed and listen as he complains about some friend that dragged him to that obnoxious party.

“I was just passing some time before I found an excuse to leave,” he says, locking his phone and putting it on the nightstand. The smell of weed is filling the stuffed air, and Eren takes another hit before putting his blunt out. “And what are you doing here? Got tired of ruining everyone’s night and decided to ruin mine?”

“It’s always more fun with you.” You smile, one hand landing on his shoulder. Eren tenses under your touch, bright green eyes trying to see if you’re just making fun of him again. Still, there’s something else burning at the bottom of your irises that he has never seen before, something that makes his stomach clench in anticipation. “Besides… now I have you all to myself.”

“What are you getting at?” He asks, but his voice sounds lower, eyebrows furrowed in doubt. You two are close, so much closer than ever before, and he can feel your gentle breathing on his lips when you lean closer. His heart picks up, and his hands are fighting to touch your body. “If this is some sort of prank, I swear—“

“It’s not a prank,” you whisper, looking down at his lips. Eren swallows dry — it’s funny: even after months of teasing, this is the clearer reaction you’ve ever received from him. “Can I kiss you?”

Eren has never heard you ask for anything — especially from him. It takes him some time to warm up to the idea (and to make sure you’re not just fucking with him again), his cock stirring awake in his baggy pants, before he gives you a curt nod. You smile, leaning in and joining your lips in a heated kiss.

And you swear you have the upper hand for some time. You sit on his lap, run your fingers through his hair and watch as he becomes pudding under your touches — just groaning and sighing against your lips as his rough hands squeeze your ass, making you grind your pussy down against his hard cock until you’re soaking through the fabric. But then something in the air suddenly switches and Eren is turning you around, trapping you beneath his large body as his lips eagerly move down to your neck, hands practically tearing your top open so he can suck on your tits.

You whimper and ask him to slow down, but he’s not really listening at this point — if you’re giving yourself to him, he’s going to make good use of his time. Especially when he thinks you should learn one thing or two about how to properly behave, about not always getting what you want, but what you deserve after teasing him for so long. All those months of pent-up frustration are getting to his head, turning into a power trip as he notices that he’s so much stronger than you, that he can do whatever he wants and you’ll just have to take it. And he’s gonna make sure you’ll take it all.

In no time, you’re completely naked, clothes mindlessly thrown around the room and Eren is looking at your body like he can eat you whole. He asks you to “Turn around,” as he takes off his own clothes, and your surprised at the eagerness in which you follow his command. You don’t know what’s going on with you — all those bitter comments you’d throw at him are now long gone, barely a ghost at the back of your mind when you feel him shuffle closer to you. Eren pulls your hips upwards, presses your face down against the mattress and spanks your ass so hard you swear you see stars.

“Eren!” You cry out, both from pleasure and surprise. “What are you—“

“Shut up.” His hands come down against your ass once more, making you whine. “You never fucking stop talking, such an annoying bitch.” Your skin burns as he lays down more hits against your ass cheeks, your hands helplessly holding onto the bedsheets. “This is what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to snap, to treat you like the needy whore you are.”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter. Your pussy is so aroused that you just feel yourself dripping down your thighs, the coldness of the air making you shiver. You never needed someone as much as you needed him. “Eren, fuck me,” you sob.

His large figure leans over you, one hand yanking your hair back as his face stops next to yours. You can feel his cock — huge, throbbing, heavy — in between your sensitive ass cheeks, and the notion that he’s about to stretch you out so wide makes you whine. “Didn’t fucking listen, why don’t you get some fucking manners and try again?”

“Please, Eren, f-fuck me,” you utter, arching your back against his cock. You never noticed how big and strong he is, but now that he’s towering over you, you have no choice but to feel yourself shrinking beneath him. “Please, please.”

He scoffs. “Needy bitch,” but he releases your hair and pushes your face down against the mattress, using his free hand to align himself with your dripping cunt. “Not so fucking chatty now, are you?” You barely have time to answer before he’s pressing his cockhead against your pussy, your hole fluttering around his length as he continues to push in. Eren is huge, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had, and the lack of prep only makes you feel the stretch even more. “Shit, look at this tight fucking cunt,” he breathes out. His hands are squeezing your ass so hard you just know it’ll be sore in the morning, but you don’t care. “Can’t believe you kept this from me for so fucking long.”

You have half the thought of apologizing, but you can’t do it when he bottoms out. By the time that his cock is fully inside you, you can barely utter out an incomprehensible string of “S-So huge, E-Eren— too much— fuck, so big, I can’t take it, I can’t...” before he’s moving his cock in and out of you.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asks, spanking your ass once again. The noise is so much louder this time, your moan following it shortly. “Fucking annoyed me for months just because you wanted to milk my cock like a desperate little whore,” he seethes, grabbing your ass forcefully as he drills into your soaking cunt. Eren is going hard and fast, so much so that you feel as if your brain is rattling inside your head, tits bouncing against the mattress as he continues his unforgiving pace. “Always knew you were a slut, I just didn’t know you’d be so fucking— shit — so fucking insufferable.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you whine, tears streaming down your face because of how good it all feels.

He scoffs. “Not yet. But you’ll be sorry.”

And boy how sorry you are. You had no idea that Eren would have that ridiculous amount of stamina, but you don’t even know how many times you’ve cum by the end of the night. Eren fucks you full of his cum again and again, spanking you and pulling your hair every time you misbehave and can’t keep it in like he tells you to — because “you’re such a dumb bitch, can’t even listen when you’re full of cock”.

He makes you cum on his fingers, on his cock, on his tongue, even makes you desperately grind against his thigh to get yourself off just because he likes how dumb you look. He fills every whole he can — spits in your mouth, fucks your throat, fingers your ass as he’s fucking you from the back and promises that next time it’ll be his cock. He’s just so mean, so revengeful of every time you annoyed him that he can’t be nice even if he tried. It’s just too good to have almighty little you turned into a stupid slut for his cock, crying and begging for him to fill you up one more time.

“Listen to me,” he hisses, making you turn your head to look at him. Your eyes are glazed over, barely able to find his with your orgasm building up again. “This is all you’re fucking good for,” he says, and his cock throbs inside you. Eren’s cum is seeping down your thighs, coating his length and making his slide easier as he continues to pound inside your abused cunt. “You’re made to be a cocksleeve, this pussy is made to take my cock. Do you understand?” You agree with a whiny yes. “Gonna stop fucking annoying me now? You can just ask and I’ll fuck you whenever you want, okay?” You nod, only half there, and for the first time that night he calls you “Good girl,” before stuffing you full of his cum again.”

Anyways???? Idk what came over me but yeah. Popular girl reader that is a complete slut for loser eren when theyre fucking. I rest my case.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐃𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 (𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Although he had performed on the stage many times already, something about this particular stage made Hongjoong feel more confident, bold and even sexier than usual. Hearing the fans cheer wildly stirred something in him. You noticed it too when he caught your gaze in the crowd, his eyes giving you a lustful stare and his signature cocky smirk.

Walking down the hallway on their way to congratulate them on another perfect performance, you gasped when you felt an arm pull you inside one of the supply closets. You knew it was Hongjoong because you could smell his cologne and you've felt those soft lips on yours many times to recognize them. You were left breathless by all his tongue movements inside your mouth while his hands fumbled with the zipper of your jeans.

"I'm sorry baby. I just really need to be inside you now."

You didn't protest, having also been aroused by his performance. You simply turned around and stuck your ass to him, wiggling it slightly to put on a little show for him.

"Impatient now are we darling?"

You shrieked softly when a smack landed on your ass followed by the intrusion of his cock inside your hole.

"Oh-oh my God-" You bit your lip to quiet down your moans, not wanting either of you to get caught.

Hongjoong, however, had other plans. Chuckling lowly, he began a rough and fast pace, nails digging into the soft flesh of your ass cheeks.

"Go ahead and say my name babygirl. Let them all know who's fucking you this good."

Pulling your hair back, he let out a growl as his hot breath hovered along the nape of your neck.

"Say. My. Name."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

While the other boys are hollering or bickering as the scary movie played at a rather loud volume, you were currently biting down on the blanket that was covering both you and Seonghwa who were laying on the floor. Even though you had your back facing him, you knew he was smirking right at you. His fingers moved from holding your waist to rubbing at your exposed clit as he had inconspicuously pulled off your shorts before.

"Stay quiet baby or they'll notice." He whispered in your ear, his teeth gently grazing at the shell of it.

You couldn't help the whimper that escaped your lips when you felt him ease himself inside you, bottoming out and staying still for a few moments. You relaxed and payed attention to the movie. Perhaps your boyfriend simply wanted to cockwarm you, an activity you both enjoyed doing. But as soon as you forgot he was inside, he reminded you of his presence as he began slithering in and out of you. Turning your head to say something, he silenced you with a kiss.

"Told you to stay quiet baby or the boys will see what a dirty slut you are for my cock." He teased you, slamming harder in you.

Pulling your shirt sleeve down, Seonghwa began placing wet kisses across your shoulder, tongue dragging up to the crook of your neck.

"But maybe that's what you want. Want us to get caught so they can watch me fuck you good. Let them see what a cockslut you are."

You couldn't help but clench tightly around your boyfriend's length, covering your face, using a jump scare as an excuse to drown out the half scream you made as you came on your boyfriend's cock, feeling extremely flustered given the circumstances. Seonghwa wasn't through with you yet, as his hand traveled up to grope your breast under your shirt.

"Still have an hour left of the movie, let's see how many times I can make you cum."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

You had been teasing Yunho to no end and he knew it. He knew when you decided to come keep him company as he practiced the choreography you had ulterior motives.

"Come on Yuyu....you're working too hard. Maybe you should let me help you out a bit." You purred at his neck, your voice like silk as you placed kisses alone his Adam's apple, which you felt move when he swallowed hard as your hands began to roam down his chest.

Grabbing both of your wrists, Yunho looked at you with a warning glance.

"Stop right now Missy, your fantasy of me fucking you in public isn't happening."

Poking your nose, he shifted away from you and pressed play once more, leaving you there with a huge frown and arms crossed over your chest. Yunho tried to focus back on the dance but when he glanced at you through the mirror he stopped dead in his tracks as he watched you slide your hand inside your pants, no doubt about to finger yourself. Taking off his cap and slamming it on the floor, Yunho marched over towards you and pulled you up from the floor.

"Did I give you permission to touch yourself?" He glared at you.

Before you even knew it, you were pressed against one of the mirrors, pants down to your ankles as Yunho's hips snapped against yours at a rapid and brutal pace, his hand occasionally coming down to spank your ass.

"Don't you dare hide your face. Look at yourself."

You moaned when he pulled your hair up, forcing you to watch as he fucked you from behind.

"Look at what a dirty slut you are. Look at what people will see if they find me here fucking you dumb. This what you wanted? Well now you got my little slut. "

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang couldn't keep his eyes peeled off your body, loving the way the bikini looked on you. Catching sight of his wandering gaze, you decided to take advantage of the fact it was late and no guest was probably going to come down to the pool area anymore.

"Sangie." You spoke out in a sing song tone.

Yeosang couldn't hide the shock in his face as your hand emerged from the water, holding up your swimsuit bottoms before tossing it over his head, making it land on a nearby chair. You giggled at his flustered state as you swam over to him, pushing him back until he was seated on one of the stairs near the shallow part of the pool.

"God you're driving me insane." Yeosang groaned when you stripped him of his shorts.

As you began to align yourself on his entrance, Yeosang's hands pulled at your bikini top, freeing your breasts so he could watch them bounce as you rode him underwater.

"You look so pretty like this-fuck!" He hummed out.

Both of you completely forgot about the danger of someone seeing you both in such an intimate act. You were simply too lost in the erotic feeling of having sex in the water. Soon enough, Yeosang's hands gripped your waist, bucking his hips up at you as he decided you had your fun and it was time for him to take control.

"Ok....my turn."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San looked over at the camera filming both of you guys, flashing the audience a wicked smile. Although the top part of his face was covered, the viewers could clearly distinguish the sadistic and unholy glint in his eyes.

"Look kitten, our fans are enjoying this just as much as you are."

Gently kneading your ass, San then harshly smacked that piece of skin which was already burning red from all the previous times he had slammed his hand on it.

"Such a pretty kitten, taking my cock so well."

San wasn't going to lie, he's so happy you brought up the idea of making an OnlyFans account. He was so addicted to the feeling of having people watch as he fucked you like he could.

"Come on kitten, lift your pretty face up- that's it. Show the audience how much you're enjoying this."

Your mouth was agape, heavy pants and whimpers spilling out your throat as San continued to pound at you from behind.

"She's close I can feel it. My cute little kitten just needs a little push. Like so."

Snaking his hand in between your legs, his fingers began to work on your clit, sending you into a shivering and stuttering mess as your orgasm took over you, your liquids gushing out in between your legs and onto the sheets underneath you. San let out a grunt of accomplishment as his juices ended up mixing with your own.

"And that.....is how you get a kitten to squirt."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You couldn't help the tiny squeal that escaped your lips when Mingi's mouth suckled cutely along your clit, tongue sloppily dragging across your folds as he slurped up all of your juices.

"Mingi." You giggled as you ran a hand through his hair, head falling back against the picnic blanket underneath both of your bodies.

Emerging from under the dress you had worn for your outing, he sat down and pulled you on top of his lap, hand making a fast work of his zipper to free himself enough to pull out his leaking dick.

"Fuck, you're so tight love." He moaned out, sinking you into his length.

Running a hand through your hair, his hands began to slowly lift you up before sinking you back onto him, wanting to take his time as he stared at your face with such a loving intensity. The sun radiated a beam onto your figure, making you look absolutely ethereal against the flowers surrounding you both.

"You have no idea how beautiful you look right love."

You looked around shyly, afraid of anyone witnessing the sinful act you were currently doing. Sensing your fear, Mingi cupped your chin and pulled you into a kiss.

"It's ok babygirl. I picked this place for a reason. No one comes in this area."

Smirking, he pushed you onto your back, as he wrapped your legs around his waist.

"I can take all my sweet time with you."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

To say Wooyoung and you were a little bit past tipsy was an understatement. But hey, you all came down to the club to have a good time, besides Seonghwa and Hongjoong would end up being the responsible adults that made sure no one got lost and brought you all home safely. Wooyoung was currently sitting down, watching you dance in the crowd with Mingi and San nearby you.

His eyes kept staring shamelessly at your ass and legs. They looked absolutely amazing in that short dress you were wearing. Every time you glanced over, he'd send you a wink or a kiss. Unfortunately for both of you, some stranger also noticed you and thought it'd be a good idea to come close to you and put his hands on your hips. Immediately sprinting from his seat, Wooyoung marched over and pushed the guy off you.

"Hey! Hands off of what's not yours! See this? This all belongs to me."

Patting your ass, he stormed off as he dragged you with him to the men's bathroom.

"Wait! Woo-"

Slamming you up against the wall, his hands began hiking your dress up before pushing your panties to the side so he could bury his fingers in them.

"You're mine. All mine." He hissed as he bit down against the skin of your neck.

"Am I going to have to fuck you in here to make people see that?"

You didn't think he was serious until your legs were wrapped around his waist, his hands holding them up as he rammed his cock inside you, making a whimpering and nearly screeching mess of you.

"Yeah, just like that baby. Let them all hear you."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

You snuggled inside the warmth of the blankets, your body tired from having hiked the mountainous trail for nearly 3 hours. All the other members were probably already fast asleep, some already dozing off during your campfire session with s'mores. Just as you closed your eyes, you felt Jongho starts poking his hands across your legs, lingering too close on your inner thighs. You slapped his hand away when he began pulling your sleeping shorts down.

"Jongho." You whisper yelled at him.

He merely chuckled as began pulling them back down once more.

"What?"

"We're not about to do it out in the woods just because you're horny." You stated.

You tried to squirm away from him but his arms trapped you from moving. You involuntary bit your lip when you felt him rolled his bulge against your naked ass.

"Come on baby, I've been having a problem since we started the campfire....please?"

When he began kissing at your shoulder as his hands cupped your breasts, you became putty.

"Beside.....I saw the way you were eyeing me as I gathered wood. You couldn't keep your eyes off my arms."

You gasped when he suddenly flipped you on your back, hoisting your legs over his shoulders as he slid his now exposed member along your slit.

"Come on baby, don't you want my thick cock stretching you nice and good?"

You let out a whine and immediately shook your head in an affirmative manner. He pushed into you in one go, angling his hips so you'd be feeling his tip rub against your g-spot.

"Be as loud as you can babygirl, let my Hyungs hear you as I murder this pussy."

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mostly-marvel-musings · 3 years

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I would like to request Smutty #4 with Steve Rogers. Please and thank you 😊

Need you now

A/N: Yep yep I got a thing for bearded Cap, who doesn’t right? Thank you for this request!

Smut prompt - Against a wall.

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex, fluff, some angst.

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The room was dead silent. Silent, but filled with past arguments, unsaid realities and repercussions.

Steve face was sombre, eyes full of regret and sorrow as he watched your silhouette standing by the window, not facing him.

“So you are leaving.” Your voice was quieter than before, defeated.

“I have to find him (Y/N).”

“What about me?”

“I’ll find you later.”

There seemed to be a faux confidence covering his otherwise uncertain answer. You knew this was it. This was probably the last time you’d be seeing Steve.

“Will you?”

Turning to face him, you let a few tears fall down your cheeks without making the effort to wipe them off, your voice cracking at the end.

Steve took a few strides to stand in front of you, his hands coming up to cup your face, thumbs wiping away the tears while his own beautiful blues glistened with emotion.

“I promise.”

Six months later

Finishing your chores for the day, you were just about ready to retire when there were three urgent knocks on your apartment door, followed by a short pause before they knocked again.

You knew it was him. It was his knock.

You did not hesitate to open the door even though it was way past midnight & you lived alone. A visibly aged, full bearded and absolutely exhausted looking Cap stood right outside the door.

“Come on in.”

Steve was surprised you let him in without any inquiry, hell he was surprised at the fact that you let him in at all. You looked exactly the same as Steve remembered, perhaps with the absence of your otherwise bubbly self, but just as beautiful.

“How’ve you been doll?” He asked quietly, looking around the space as he entered.

You remained silent, not really knowing the answer to that question yourself. Instead you hurried into the kitchen to get him a glass of water. Steve sighed when he noticed you’d begun to pick up some things off the table to keep away even though most of them belonged there - a nervous habit of yours he was well aware of.

“(Y/N)...”

“I might have a T-shirt and some trousers of yours in case you want to change. Or if you’re here just to leave again, t-that’s ok—”

“I’m here to see you. And you’ll allow it, I plan to stay.”

You looked him in the eye for the first time that night, searching for lies in those baby blues you had fallen in love with all those years ago.

Steve’s demeanour suggested that he wanted nothing more than to take you in his arms and kiss you, to feel your soft lips against his own, the familiarity of your body against his. He wanted all of this and more.

Taking a seat on your couch, Steve told you all about the accords and what went down with Tony after he’d found out Bucky was behind his parents’ accident. How he’d given up the shield, the shield that represented him in so many ways.

“Are you hungry?”

He nodded, taking this as a positive sign though your eyes were cast downward again, possibly hiding the tears considering how quiet your voice had gotten.

“Why don’t you go change and I’ll make you something.”

“Thanks.”

You ate in silence after he’d showered, keeping your eyes fixed on your plate of food to avoid your mind turning foggy from Steve’s presence back in your apartment, his features enhanced with that beard, making you wonder just how soft it was or how it’d feel like in other places...

Steve lightly tapped you on your shoulder, snapping you back to reality.

“Huh?”

“I said this was delicious. Thank you.”

“Uh sure. It was always your favourite.” You managed a small smile before picking both your plates and heading towards the sink, he followed.

“Let me get that.” Steve’s voice came from right behind you, his hands covering yours as he stopped you from doing the dishes, his chest pressed softly against your back.

You stared up to find his eyes already on your lips, reaching up you kissed him after what felt like years. The plates landed in the sink with a clutter as your hands found their way into his dark blonde hair.

What started as a soft brush of lips quickly turned into an urgent kiss, with hands travelling along the bodies, touching, feeling everything they’d been missing for the past few months. His beard felt invitingly bristly against your face as you deepened the kiss, coaxing his mouth open with your tongue.

“I’ve missed you so much...”

Steve walked you back until you were met with the kitchen wall before placing open-mouthes kisses along your jaw and neck. Clothes hit the ground in no time as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties, pausing to silently ask permission, resuming when your frantic nod gave him the answer.

He helped you step out of them before kneeling before you, worshipping you with his eyes. Lifting one leg up, he exposed your folds before closing his lips on your clit and making you sigh.

The beard added extra friction making your skin tingle as his tongue licked and sucked at your core, making you grab onto his hair roughly for support.

Foggy brain prevented you from forming full sentences as your breathing turned shallower, the need to feel him inside you building.

“Steve n-need you now.” You choked making Steve re-track the trail of kisses he’d left going down as he met your lips once again, this time tasting of your arousal.

Helping him undress in a hurry, you were more than pleased to see his cock eager with beads of precum on its tip. Aligning himself, his forehead touched yours as you felt him enter achingly slowly.

After he was fully sheathed in your warmth, he grabbed the back of your knee and began thrusting in and out, gradually picking up the pace.

Hiding his face in your neck, he grunted lowly - a sound you had missed along with the feeling of having him so deep inside you.

“I’m so sorry I left.”

“You’re here now.”

You whispered, bringing his face back to kiss him again, as he began driving into your faster, every thrust making his pubic bone brush against your clit.

A loud moan echoed in your apartment as your head hit the wall, finding your orgasm crash over you triggering Steve’s own. If it wasn’t for him holding you up, you would’ve surely crumbled to the ground.

Bodies still twitched due to the after-effects, you continued placing a thousand kisses on Steve’s shoulder, holding him to you, his cock still hard inside your warmth.

“Round two in the shower?”

“Definitely.”

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universalistotalis · 3 years

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Someday

Miya Osamu x Female Reader

Fluff fluff fluff to a little angst

Mention of Mommy Miya and Atsumu lol

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Masterlist!!!

You wiped the sleep from your eyes as you were woken up by one of your family members who sat beside you on the bus. People queued in line to exit the vehicle that’s stopped in front of the airport and you can hear the soft chattering of the passengers as they lined up the aisle.

It feels sad really. To be leaving a country that you’ve explored for days on end, enjoying the culture, the view, the food, and all the little details in between. You wrapped the jacket more to your figure as the cold and the sadness crept into you. You welcomed the feelings though, because it meant that you had such a wonderful time that you didn’t want to let go.

Blinding lights made your eyes squint as all of you entered the gigantic airport. ‘Here we are’, you said to yourself. The busy goers walked and jogged past you here and there, some were loading heavy bags trolleys, some were panicking while looking at the schedule, and some were just chilling at the aligned chairs, sipping a cup of coffee.

“So, we’ll go check- in on our flight and we’ll go to the duty- free shop for souvenirs. All right?” You just nodded at their plan because they’ve been repeating that ever since you went out the hotel room where you stayed.

As you had hoped, the duty free shop was so full of things that you wanted. Just packed with all the goodies like the country's famous snacks, the foreign cosmetics that you adored, and even the cool relief patches that you tried and were so amazed at. Good thing you were given enough money to purge on what you wanted so you filled an entire basket! After all, you never know when you can come back to this country again.

“Excuse me.” Someone from behind you cleared his throat.

You were busy looking at the label of one of the beauty products from the shelf that you didn’t notice that you were blocking the narrow column.

“Oh sorry.” You apologized and scooted a little so that the person could pass. You turned to see the man and your whole body froze for a millisecond at the sight. The air felt electric all of the sudden as your gazes fixed on each other. He was the first one to look away and go on his way normally, as if not feeling the surge of adrenaline that you just felt.

“Damn, he’s beautiful.” You whispered. You swore you have never seen someone that beautiful in your entire life... EVER! And it wasn’t helping that his body was so built and tall and that his hair had this ombre gray color going on. No one’s supposed to look good with that hair color but why did he pull it off?! How?!

“Samu! I found your favorite cookies from yesterday!” An loud, excited voice made you jump from behind and you turned around in reflex. You saw the beautiful man earlier, standing at the end of the aisle and examining the pack in his hands while nodding. “I told you we could find it here! C’mon, let’s get more!” A tall blonde man next to him said while dragging him away.

You blinked, trying to process what you saw. Wow.

That’s it! Some people are just god’s favorites, aren’t they? You thought you were having issues with your vision but it was clear that there is not only one beautiful man. But TWO! He has a twin and good god, they were both so fit!

‘Does this store have a sale on these guys because I would like to purchase, please!’ You just chuckled at your crazy, thirsty thoughts and proceeded to checking out the things you bought.

They never left your mind. There were still five hours to spare before your flight but not once did they, especially he, stop running in your head! You scolded yourself one too many times this past hour because of the scenarios flooding in. There were date nights, traveling to different countries, petty fight scenes, cute nicknames, and all the sappy shit that couples do and say. You’re just hurting yourself really, and you had to stop!

The gods just wanted you to have a good one minute of your life and that’s it. You’ll never see him again!

You sighed and excused yourself to get a beverage that’ll quench your thirst from so much daydreaming. The nearest vending machine that you saw was at the other waiting area so you had to walk a little bit further. Your eyes were already set on the juice drink once you neared the machine.

“Hey, y/n!” You looked up questioningly as you saw your family waving and approaching you. “Let’s stay here a bit. People are beginning to flock there and I don’t like it. Besides, we can see if they’re already boarding from here.”

“Alright.” You agreed. “You want anything from the vendo?”

“Anything that you’ll have please.”

You sealed the top cap of the bottle mindlessly while staring blankly at the the vending machine. Your fingers were a little numb from the cold drink but you didn’t mind. You allowed yourself to be overly emotional at the thought of ending the vacation and of not having the boy you swore would be perfect for you. How could a single meeting that lasted for seconds affect you so much?! A small, sad chuckle left your lips because you knew you were so damn whipped but that didn’t really matter now.

“You’re so damn whipped, man! What, you’ve known her for like five seconds and now you think you’re in love with her?” Atsumu hissed, looking at his brother like he had grown two heads.

“Shut yer trap, Tsumu.” Osamu snapped out of his daydream once his brother’s voice penetrated the peaceful area.

“Then stop staring!” Atsumu laughed and shook his head. He took a glimpse of the person behind him to check the girl out and he had to admit, you were pretty even in your simple clothes.

“Hey.” Osamu called, a hint of warning laced in his deep voice.

“What, I wasn’t looking!" Atsumu dramatically puts his hand up in the air. "Stop being possessive of your five- second girlfriend, sheesh!” He teased more as he was met by the scowling face of his twin.

“I’m not in love with her.” Osamu scowled and folded his hands together like a toddler.

Atsumu was trying so hard not to laugh at his state and denial. “Look, Samu. We practically came from the same cell, you don’t have to lie to me. If it makes you feel better, we’ll reduce it to a crush. Now, how does that sound?”

Osamu rolled his eyes but he knew Tsumu was right. When he saw your eyes from the store, he felt a prickling sensation in his whole body that it shocked him a little. He swore all the hairs on his skin stood up at the encounter and that was the first time he ever felt that way! And what are the odds that you came to sit on their waiting area, giving him such a good view?

“Honestly, bro. You’re being creepy.” Osamu massaged the bridge of his nose in despair as his twin clicked his tongue in judgment.

“And you’re being annoying.” He countered.

“Cool down! Why don’t you go get us a drink then?” Atsumu smirked and challenged.

“Get your own damn dr—“

“That would be great, honey! Can you please get me water too? I’m getting a little thirsty from waiting.” They both whipped their heads at their mother who was smiling so sweetly and both melted at the sight.

“Okay.” They said in unison and got to their feet in a flash.

“‘Kay, here’s the plan.” Atsumu announced while acting like he’s warming up for a game.

“What plan? We’re just getting drinks?!” Osamu regarded him questioningly.

“We are just getting drinks but the vendo’s in front of your girlfriend, dummy!”

“Shit!” Osamu's eyes widened as he cursed. He hated that Atsumu was making sense. They do need a plan!

“It’s so hard to be the smart brother. I gotta do all the work!” Atsumu sighed dramatically earning himself another eye roll. “So, the plan is…” He paused for a while, trying to get his brother’s attention.

“What?! What do we do?” Osamu's patience was on thin ice and his frustrating brother is not helping one bit!

“Wow, you’re really trusting me on this, huh?” Atsumu stared at him in wonder. “Damn, what did that girl do to you?”

“God fuckin’ dammit, Tsumu, you’re wasting time!” Osamu strangled and shook him lightly. The other just laughed his ass off while trying to break free.

“Boys.” The warning tone and stoic gaze from their mother were enough to make their way to you. To the vending machine, that is…

“I’ll stay here, lover boy.” Atsumu patted Osamu’s back as they neared the destination which was just meters away from their seat.

“Wait, what? No—"

“Don’t be scared, you dummy. You can do it!” Blonde hair swayed in front of Osamu’s face as Atsumu danced a little cheering dance for him. “I’ll have cola, by the way. Now, go!”

Osamu tripped a little as his back was pushed but he didn’t seem to care as he was nearing your crouching form. You were just so damned focused on that phone that you didn't acknowledge his presence.

"Okay, we're just going to go through this like a normal person, Samu. No big deal." He whispered to himself.

“Y/n.” One of the persons beside you called. “I want the juice again pleaaaase.”

He saw your head perk up and was stunned when you laughed at their plea. “Alright, alright! Same flavor?”

Osamu didn’t realize that he was nearing the vending machine the same time as you were as he was so distracted by your charm. So your name was y/n and you had such a cute voice. And definitely a cute smile. Somehow, that was enough to make his imagination run wild!

It all happened so fast and you became aware of his presence a little too late. All you knew was that there was suddenly a looming figure on your left and you jumped in surprise, not meaning to.

“S-sorry.” He stuttered, a little surprised at your reaction too.

“No, no, it’s okay.” You smiled and bowed your head politely at him, praying to all the gods that he doesn’t see you blushing nor hear the heartbeat from your chest. “You go first.”

He blinked and looked down at you questioningly but he declined gently. “No, no. I can wait. Ladies first.” He gestured and stepped aside.

“Alright.” You smiled again.

Your mind was going a hundred miles per hour! You never thought that going to vending machine would be the hardest endeavor of your life! With hands shaking slightly, you inserted the coins until they reached the exact amount of the drink that you wanted and you pressed on the button that suddenly lit up.

A sense of dread flooded your being because that was it. After you press the button, you’re going to go back to your normal life. You were going to turn around and leave and never see that face again.

But as you stood there, you wondered why there wasn’t that familiar sound of the bottle dropping for you to claim?

“That’s weird.” You whispered and crinkled your nose. Your finger pressed the button again... and again, hoping that it result to something but to no avail.

“Is it broken?” His voice echoed the question in your head.

“I don’t think so.” You pouted a little. “I was able to get the same drink a while ago.”

Both of you just stared at it for it moment.

“Kick it.” He suggested, while putting his hands in both of his pockets and cooly transferring his weight on the right side.

“What?” You asked, horrified.

You were flashed with his laughing grin and crinkling eyes. “No harm in trying. C’mon!” He encouraged.

“If I get in trouble, you’re going down with me.” You warned but then you took him up on his challenge and kicked the bottom of the huge metal.

And truthfully so, the bottle dropped.

He crouched down and fetched the cold drink in his hand while still grinning like a fox. “Okay, I didn’t think you’d actually do it but here you go.” His voice was so heavenly to hear especially when it was still alight with humor. His eyes looked at you so sweetly that you were effectively just stuck there, under his spell.

“Thanks.” You chuckled and took what he was holding out. At the touch of your skin, the both of you jumped at the sudden and strong electricity that coursed through your veins. It was the same thing you both felt at the store but this time, it was stronger!

“Woah.” He said in awe. “I—"

You rubbed the back of your hand as if it stung and gazed up at him to take a good look. He had kind, brown eyes below his bushy eyebrows and thick, plump lips below his pointed nose. His cheeks were dusted pink which was cute. But his jawline contrasted as it was ready to cut your heart open. His gray hair was tousled too which matched his cool look and outfit of dark blue jeans, white shirt, and a leather jacket.

“T-thanks for this, again.” You stuttered. “I gotta go now.”

“N-no, wait.” He stuttered as well while instinctively pulling your sleeve by the hem. Another surge of lightning shot through you but you managed to smile back at him.

“Yeah?”

“W-what if it doesn’t work on me?” He said, sheepishly. “I need your kicks.”

For the first time since you met him, you started to relax so you let out a hearty laugh. “Okay, I’ll be right here.”

Osamu smiled gratefully at you before turning back and loading his coins. His ears rang at your words, ‘I’ll be right here’. He hoped you would be for a long time but that’s just wishful thinking.

One… Two… Three… Four…

“Wow, how many would you take?” Your amused voice made him grin again.

“It’s for the whole family.” He shrugged and crouched for the fourth time to get the drink. “This would be the last.”

“Good thing it didn’t break!” You said and again you were met by the awkward silence and him just staring. “Uhmm…”

“I’m Osamu, by the way.” He blurted out suddenly. “Miya Osamu.”

He tried his best to hold all the four drinks in one arm and extended one out to you.

“Oh… uhm…” Fuck.

“Uhm?” He laughed, still waiting for your introduction… desperate for it, really.

“Y/n L/n.” Warmth spread from your hands to your body as you held his and squeezed lightly. “It’s nice to meet you, Osamu.”

“Nice to meet you too.” He continued to shake your hand, not breaking eye contact. “Really nice.”

You laugh at the awkwardness but it seems like both of you don’t mind. You just want to prolong this interaction of yours and without you knowing, he was doing the same.

“Thank you for waiting. Flight QR 1008 is now accepting passengers on board.”

Osamu’s world crashed as the announcement continued. That was his cue to leave. He didn’t want to let your hand go so he tightened his grip more.

“That’s our flight.” He whispered and smiled sadly at you.

You nodded as your heart shattered in pieces. “Have a safe flight, Osamu. It was a pleasure to meet you.”

“Same here.” He replied, slowly letting go of your hand. “You take care and try not to break vending machines next time.”

A laugh bubbled inside your chest as he stepped back in agonizing slowness. “I’ll try.”

“Bye, y/n.” He waved and walked back to his brother who you saw patted him on the back.

“Do you know the guy?” You were asked when you went back to the seats.

“No, I just met him.” How you wish you knew him more.

“Well, he’s such a hunk, isn’t he?” They teased but you just laughed and shrugged it off.

You’re going to suffer this heartache for a while.

On the other end, Osamu carried his backpack over his shoulder, looking like he’s carrying the weight of the world.

“Hey.” Atsumu wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “You alright?”

“It’s gonna take a while.” He grumbled.

Atsumu nodded in understanding and tightened his grip on his brother for support. “It’ll be fine, Samu.”

And before they could enter the boarding gate leading to the plane, a surge of courage ran through Osamu’s body. All he knew was that he just had to do it or regret it forever. It's worth the risk!

“Hey y/n!” He shouted, jogging his way to you when they neared the entrance doors.

You were stunned at the mere mention of your name from a baritone voice. The grip of two hands followed and they were heavy on your shoulders.

“Let’s meet again, yeah?” Osamu asked you, full of hope in his eyes. “Someday.”

You nodded your head and smiled. You love that idea. “Someday.”

With that, he waved his final good bye, bowed at your family, and left.

All was well but you never saw each other again.

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Masterlist!!! Read more here hehehe

I actually enjoyed writing this so much hahaha I'm in love with the twin's tandem and their constant witty comebacks and bickering! I also miss going to airports and travelling and spotting eye candies outside... TAKE ME OUT OF THIS HOUSE PLEASE!

Anw, Hope you're all doing great. Stay safe!

Reblogs are appreciated! <3

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Golly, Archie!

[Based on an inbox request sent to me by @tfkinky ]

Hiram Lodge stood in front of the mirror and adjusted his tie. Today, as with every day, he looked his best and most professional. The crisp black dress shirt wrapped around his powerful chest, his strong arms were hugged by a deep blue suit coat, and a matching tie perfectly pulled the look together. His eyebrows were neatly shaped. His hair... not a strand out of place. He radiated power, and for a good reason: Hiram Lodge basically owned Riverdale.

He was close to literally owning Riverdale, but he had two items left on his to-do list: Archie Andrews and Jughead Jones. At his every chance to claim total control, those two thugs somehow managed to thwart his plans at the last second. If he could get rid of them, nothing would stop him.

And as it turned out, there might be a way to get rid of them.

In a particular moment of desperation, Hiram had made his way to a local witches’ coven. There, he had learned an interesting fact: there was an alternate version of Riverdale in a local parallel universe. One where life was very, very different.

After a series of shady deals with the witches, Hiram was taught a spell which could be used to completely rewrite the reality of an individual and slip them into this alternate universe. Only in his case, it would be two individuals.

Now, Hiram walked over to his desk. He had drawn a pentagram and lit candles as instructed by the witches, and spread out in the middle were pages from a 1950’s comic, showing teenagers living in the time period. On top of the comic pages were two photos: one of Archie, and one of Jughead. Hiram made small cuts in each of his palms, and held them palms-down over the photos. As his blood dripped onto the setup, Hiram chanted:

Little boys who think they’re cool.

Hot shots, now made into fools.

No longer swear, no longer act mean.

Learn to say golly, nifty, and keen.

Slick your hair and dance the jive.

Welcome to 1955.

With each word, the photos began to warp and shake as if they were water. Slowly the photos began to almost melt into the comic, until they disappeared from the table completely. Instead, the comics now featured two new characters: goofy looking 50’s versions of his former foes. The candles blew out.

Hiram smiled to himself. What fun they’ll have

Archie wiped sweat off his brow. He had been mowing lawns and trimming hedges all day. In an effort to make some extra cash on the side he had started his own lawn care service for the good people of Riverdale. It was tough work, but the money was nice. And he got to walk around shirtless all day, which was a nice plus.

As he threw down another bag of clippings, Archie heard a voice in his head.

“You’re a good boy, Archie.”

Archie paused. He looked around. There was nobody else on the street right now. Had he imagined that? He shook his head and went back to work.

... but even as he worked, Archie couldn’t stop thinking of that little voice. The phrase “good boy” stuck with him, and bounced around in his head like a lone thought running free. Archie had never considered himself one of those goody two-shoes guys. Given everything that happened in this town, everyone had to have a bit of dirt on on their hands. But what if he didn’t? What if he had the chance to do better, wash his hands off and dedicate his life to being a good son and a good member of the community. Well, gosh, wouldn’t that be something?

Before these thoughts went any further, Archie snapped back into the moment. It was a nice idea, but this was his life.

“You’re a well-behaved, well-mannered boy.”

He hear the voice from nowhere again, and this time it sounded even more persuasive. Unconsciously, Archie shifted his back and stood straight, rigid as a board. It was like second nature - without thinking, Archie knew to look upright and presentable at all times. After all, that was the way any well-behaved boy should act.

And as he shifted into a proper posture, he felt a wave of Euphoria was over himself. Standing tall allowed him to push out his chest and show off his arms, after all. He smiled a wide, wide smile. Acting in this way, being a good boy, it made him feel indescribably happy... and also a bit horny. There was a strange feeling bubbling inside of him, growing stronger with every second. A feeling of peppiness, and perkiness. Archie knew it was right to help people. Gosh, that’s what good guys do, right? That’s why I’m mowing my neighbors lawns for free, Archie thought to himself. But no - that’s not right. No, I’m trying to make money... aren’t I? Archie felt confused, like his truth was being clouded and replaced by a new preppy reality that was only getting more intense. Golly, how much farther could this go?

“You have sharp dress style.”

With those words, the few clothes Archie was wearing flew off his body. He immediately moved to cover himself up, until the wave of preppy euphoria relaxed him again. He didn’t really miss his old clothes that much. Sloppy jeans and t shirts? And he had the audacity to walk around shirtless? Unacceptable, Archie thought to himself. I can’t look sloppy, I’m 18 for Pete’s sake! I should be dressed to the nines at all times!

The universe seemed to comply with Archie’s new thoughts as a fresh set of clothes wrapped themselves around him. 1950’s style tighty whities slip up and covered his private areas, nicely cupping his sizeable package and perfectly outlining his firm, round buttocks. The waist band went up to his high waist in that classic 50’s style, a style that Archie was coming to think of as his own.

A white dress shirt appeared next, buttoning itself up to the very top button. The shirt was tight against Archie’s beefcake body, and the outline of his pecs and arms could be seen through the shirt, a feeling Archie didn’t mind. The shirt had a small polka dot pattern on it, but of course it did. Archie loved fun patterns on his clothes! Sometimes he wore multiple bright patterns just to feel extra nifty.

Today was one of those days, apparently, as wool dress slacks with a plaid pattern slid up Archie’s thick legs, coming to rest at his high waist. Through the pants the outline of his full buttocks could be seen. The shirt tucked itself into his pants. As if I would ever go anywhere with my shirt untucked! Archie wanted to guffaw at the thought!

A plaid green bow tie wrapped itself around Archie’s neck into a perfect bow (Archie had mastered the art of tying a bow tie many years ago. He hardly left the house without one). As it locked into place, the wide smile on Archie’s face got wider. He felt absolutely giddy in these clothes. Golly, he loved to dress crisp like this! It made him feel real boss.

Pristine white dress socks rolled up his feet, and wingtip loafers wrapped around them. The shoes were brown leather, so perfectly polished that Archie could see his reflection in them. He polished his shoes every night, he liked to keep them looking a spiffy as possible. A matching brown leather belt, just as polished, cinched his waist, further defining his beefy build.

Over the top of the whole ensemble, a knit sweater vest appeared, in a deep blue. Emblazoned on the front was a gold “R” - for Riverdale High, of course! Archie loved his school and had a number of sweater vests, sweaters, ties, caps, and other pieces of merchandise for the school. He loved to incorporate them into his look - Riverdale’s quarterback should show his school pride, after all!

“You look clean-cut and presentable at all times.”

Archie’s hair ruffled as gel began to flow through it and lock it in a slicked back position. His signature red locks now looked like a plastic helmet on top of his head, perfectly styled into a neat all-American side part (the way every man’s hair should look!), and lightened until it was almost a cartoonish orange.

Archie’s bushy eyebrows slimmed out, taking on a clean styled look, and the pores on his face vanished. Archie how had an impossibly clear and bright complexion, aside from a smattering of freckles across his checks. His teeth straightened into a perfect row. His eyes shined a bright blue, even if his gaze was now a bit mindless.

Archie’s look had totally transformed. He no longer looked like the tough jock he was before. He now dressed like a total square. But Archie didn’t care, he thought his dress style was neato! An artificial perfection settled over his whole look, locking Archie in plasticine preppiness.

Archie rubbed his new clothes. Gosh, he enjoyed the feeling of them so much. As his fingers circled his chest, he heard several more words from the voice, only now he willingly welcomed them:

“You obey your parents, Archie.”

“You follow all orders you’re given.”

“You always hold the door open for those behind you.”

“You’d never do something without asking first.”

“You always say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’.”

“You are a good boy, Archie.”

With every command that rang through his vacant head, Archie’s wide smile only got wider. The perky feeling was growing. It wasn’t just in his stomach, it had spread through his arms and legs, into his fingers and toes and into every hair on his head. On a molecular level, Archie felt like a keen all-American teen. A swell guy who helped old ladies cross the street, always had dates home by 10PM sharp, and ended nearly every sentence with “sir” or “ma’am” when talking to an adult.

Archie’s connection to this Riverdale was fading. The squeaky clean school boy now had little in common with the unforgiving town he had grown up in. Instead, he was coming into alignment with the other Riverdale, the one where wholesome American values had never gone out of style. His memories had also shifted from the old Riverdale to the new, as he only ever remembered the 1950’s haven as his home.

But there was so much to do there! Heading to the malt shop! Going to sock hops with Betty and Ronnie! Listening to records! Gee whiz, Archie enjoyed his Riverdale life so much, he wanted to be there right now!

“Archie, it’s time to go home.”

For a brief second, Archie’s head spun as the world flashed and shifted around him.

Only for a brief second, though. After that, it was back to the setting Archie knew and loved. Technicolor houses, white picket fences. Children playing in the street. Home. Archie sighed and smiled. He was at peace here.

Suddenly, Archie remembered his plans for the day. He was going to pick up Veronica and take her to Pop’s. Without missing a beat, Archie ran to Veronica’s house. His knock on the door was answered by this Riverdale’s version of Veronica, sporting a prim blouse and skirt, with bobbed hair.

“Hiya, Ronnie!” Archie exclaimed with a wide grin.

“Hey there, Archiekins!” Veronica pulled Archie into a hug.

The two embraced for a moment and looked at each other sweetly. It was puppy love, plain and simple. Archie always wanted a girl to be sweet for, and Ronnie was the right one for him. And if he was lucky, they might get to play some backseat bingo in his station wagon later.

“Ready to go, sweetie?” Archie asked. Veronica responded with a nod, and the two made their way to Pop’s to split a sundae. Another perfect Riverdale day!

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Jughead paced the floor of his dad’s trailer. He’d been tipped off by a connection on the outskirts of town that Hiram Lodge had been seen paying a visit to the local coven. That could only mean he was up to trouble. Jughead had been trying to contact Archie all day, but his friend had seemingly gone off the grid. Jughead was getting concerned that it wasn’t a coincidence. If Hiram was resorting to black magic, Jughead had no idea what to expect or how to respond. As much research as he did, that was one area he did not mess with.

But now Jughead felt like he was at the end of his line. Hiram had tried multiple times to take him and Archie out, and if he had finally figured out a way, Riverdale was doomed.

He had to contact the witches. That was the only way, Jughead decided. He would drive out there and convince them to undo whatever Hiram had them do. He would beg, make them see that the safety of Riverdale was on the line. It wasn’t his best plan, but it would have to work. It would have to.

Jughead picked up his keys, but dropped them again just as quickly after a booming voice echoed inside his head.

“You’re a good boy, Jughead.”

He couldn’t move. He knew this was the end. But even scarier than the absolute terror he was feeling in the face of defeat, was the fact that those feelings of terror were disappearing. As much as he didn’t want to listen to the voice, the phrase “good boy” just refused to go away. It comforted him, the idea of giving in. Jughead had worked for so long to be a total nonconformist, and yet in this moment he wanted nothing more than to just fit on. Be one of the boys.

Jughead was terrified by the thoughts he heard and felt. He was fighting to hold on to his consciousness, but it was quickly becoming a losing battle.

“You’re a goofy, fun-loving guy.”

Jughead chuckled. He sure did feel that way sometimes. All throughout high school he had been a class clown, always making light of the situation. It was just his way of seeing the world. He liked to make people laugh, but nobody laughed louder than he did at himself.

“You are always dressed in a clean, respectable fashion.”

Jughead’s denim jacket and flannel disappeared from his body. Jughead didn’t mind too much. He wasn’t the kind of guy to dress to the nines, but he did think that every young guy should know how to dress. Jughead kept it simple, but he kept it clean.

To highlight this point, a blue turtleneck sweater popped up around his slender frame, leaving him feeling very comfortable.

White briefs wrapped up his nether regions like a Christmas present, and black dress slacks covered the top of them. The pants were freshly ironed, with visible pleats down the front. Jughead always wore clean clothes!

White tube socks rolled up his legs, and over the top of them came a fresh pair of Chuck Taylor All Stars. Jughead sighed with relief as he wriggled his toes around inside the shoes. Nothing made him feel more boss than a pair of Chucks.

On top of his head, Jughead’s beanie had reformed as a paper crown, his trademark accessory. Jughead didn’t know how he had started wearing it or why he still did, but it sure was fun! And it matched his goofy personality well.

“Your appearance is just as well groomed as your clothes.”

Jughead’s long, unkempt hair was pulled to the side and perfectly groomed into a side part, shortening down in the process to a fresh cut. His teeth whitened and his skin cleared up, just as it had for Archie. Jughead now looked like a perfect model for a Normal Rockwell painting.

Jughead loved the way he looked. This was who he was: just one of the guys, always ready to join in on plans, but never looking to stand out. He was a lovable goofball, and he wore his reputation with pride.

Jughead stood in place, enjoying the feel of his new getup, as more commands piled into his head.

“You love to eat.”

Food was one thing he couldn’t get enough of. He often had multiple hamburgers at Pop’s, and always had snacks no matter where he went.

Jughead let out a low burp. His stomach rumbled, then expanded under his sweater, reflecting his new big eater tendencies. Jughead enjoyed his little pot belly. He chuckled thinking about it.

“You love to laugh.”

And as he did, his chuckle turned into a full-bellied laugh, sending waves of joy throughout his body. His laugh began to take on a honking quality as the tip of his nose expanded to a bulbous shape.

“You are slow-witted, but keen and well-mannered.”

The light behind Jughead’s eyes faded. His journalistic wit and hard-hitting problem solving skills were gone. As Jughead’s goofy personality took over, he felt his care for school and work disappear. He didn’t like to try too hard, raised people’s expectations of him too much. And besides, that school stuff was so hard. Why not take life easy?

“You love to joke, dance, and do other fun-loving, innocent teenage activities.”

Jughead smiled as he remembered his Riverdale. A town where all his best pals were, and where he got to enjoy his neighborhood and all the pleasant people within. It made Jughead happy to think of his Riverdale. He never had to try hard there. Eating burgers and drinking shakes were his highest priorities. The most work he did was cracking a joke in response to Archie’s latest goof.

Jughead kept thinking about his town and how swell he felt when he was there, and realized he wanted nothing more than to be back. Back in his 1950’s home.

With perfect timing, the final command came.

“Time to go home, Jughead.”

Jughead spun, and so did the world. Then, half a second later, everything was back to normal. He was at home, in the suburbia of good ol’ Riverdale. The sun was shining high and proud, and for the 782nd day in a row there was not a cloud in the sky. Jughead knew this was where he belonged.

And just his luck. Across the street was none other than his best pal Archie Andrews! Archie was with Veronica, but was grinning ear-to-ear as he saw Jughead, and Jughead felt the same way as he saw his buddy. Jughead ran across the street to join them (after looking both ways first, of course).

“Howdy Jug! Boy, you have no idea how glad I am to see you!” Archie exclaimed.

“Right back at ya, Archie! Gosh, I’ve been looking for you all over!”

The two pals exchanged perfect white smiles, filled to the brim with glee. What could be better than life in Riverdale, with good buds and great manners?

Archie opened his mouth again “Hey Jug, Ronnie and I were about to go to Pop’s. Wanna tag along?”

“Golly, Archie! You know I can’t say no to Pop’s!”

The three friends all laughed in unison. They turned and began to walk down the street. The sun was shining on another perfect Riverdale day, and it was only noon! Who knew what kind of wacky adventures they could get in today?

TWO WEEKS LATER

Hiram sat and enjoyed a celebratory glass of wine. It had taken several nights of hard bargaining with Mayor McCoy to get what he wanted, but after pointing out the town’s high crime rate and lack of development (and also after making a few “charitable donations”), Hiram got what he finally wanted: ownership of Riverdale. He now truly felt on top of the world.

“This morning’s paper, sir.”

Hiram turned his head to watch as Smithers, the Lodge family’s long time assistant, came in to the room. Hiram thanked Smithers as he left a copy of the morning’s Riverdale Registrar on the table. Hiram truly didn’t care about most of the tat in that paper, even though he was technically it’s owner. But he flipped through, looking for one section that he had recently insisted they add.

“Bingo!” Hiram found what he was looking for as he flipped to the comics page. There at the top was a full-color page of comics labeled Archie and Friends. In today’s installment, Archie (clad in the most garish red bow tie Hiram had ever seen) was helping the neighbor’s kid find his model plane, before being tricked and falling into a swimming pool. Hiram found himself laughing. Archie had always been a gullible fool, it was nice to see that reflected in his new persona. And there right next to him was Jughead, laughing along and eating a sandwich.

Hiram enjoyed seeing what his two former nemeses were up to. He now had a copy of the Registrar delivered to his office every day so he could observe their ridiculously corny adventures. His eyes rolled along the page, looking at the various scenarios the boys found themselves in.

His eyes stopped at the end of the page where the strip had introduced a new character, and older gentleman in a waistcoat with slicked back hair.

And his blood froze as he saw Archie call this new character “Mr. Lodge”.

...Coincidence, surely? There was a Veronica in the strip, so maybe this Mr. Lodge was just her alternate universe father. Why on earth would he be in the strip?

Then, Hiram knew exactly why. In order to convince the witches to hand over their secrets, Hiram had promised to grant the witches legal ownership of their coven’s land, as it was within town limits. Hiram had of course told them what they wanted to hear, but in his legal proceedings earlier that day, he had laid out plans to turn the woodland containing the coven into a tourist lodge.

And somehow, they had found out.

Hiram maintained his composure, even as panic rose inside him. He had faced tougher foes before, and he wasn’t about to let a group of hokey witches take him down. He just had to think of what to do.

Only it was becoming terribly hard for Hiram to think, because a new voice was speaking to him:

“You’re a good boy, Hiram.”

#preppy #preppy tf #preppytf #stepfordization #bowtie #sweater vest #riverdale #archie andrews #Jughead #riverdale tf #suitandtie #suittf #suit tf

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gotnofucks · 4 years

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Lovely Shade of Green

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Jealousy is a very good look on your boyfriend.

Words: 1.7k

Warning: Smut, oral sex, jealousy, slight daddy kink, slight dom bucky, language, 18+ Only

A/N: For @drabblewithfrannybarnes who wanted chubby!Bucky smut! Here you go darling, I hope you like it!

MASTERLIST

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You were bleary eyed, head rising and falling slowly as it rested on the soft pooch of Bucky’s belly, a hand patting your head gently. You would have fallen asleep had the bottle not landed at you. Tony was snickering, shitfaced and you wondered again why you agreed to play today.

“Truth or dare Y/n?” He asked and you mumbled truth. “Do you and tin man take it up the ass raw or are you lubing it up?”

Bucky groaned, a hand coming up to shield his eyes. He was still not comfortable talking about your sex life in the open, and certainly not with Tony. You rolled your eyes, hand hugging Bucky closer as you scoffed.

“Changed my mind, gimme a dare.”

A little spark of doubt crept in you when Nat and Tony exchanged a look. The moment a smile blossomed on Nat’s lips you knew you were fucked.

“I dare you to sit between Thor’s legs until the game ends.”

In the time it took you to understand they actually meant it, Bucky had sat up straight and pulled you up under his arm. He growled with a hand holding you to him, jaw clenched tight.

“Shut your crap trap Stark, this is not a joke.” He warned and Tony, intoxicated beyond measure just waved his worry aside.

“I’m not asking her to ride his thigh terminator, just asking her to sit between his legs. You don’t mind do you, Thor?”

Thor who was just as drunk on his Asgardian mead as Tony, giggled and shook his head.

“Come here little Y/n, I’ve got lot of flesh to keep you warm.” He bent his knees to make space for you in them and you raised your eyebrows. Your gaze shifted to your boyfriend who was glaring at Thor and Tony while Nat looked expectantly at you.

“It’s only until the game ends, come on now. Few minutes at most.” Nat urged and you hesitatingly went over to Thor who gently plopped you between his thighs. His front was brushing your back and you bit your lip, looking at Bucky who was now scowling at the floor with fists clenched. The bottle was spinning again, and you pretended to be interested in the game, your sleep deprived brain still not sure what happened.

Maybe it was finally too much, maybe it was because Tony kept looking over at you and chuckling or maybe it was because Thor placed a warm hand on your shoulder that Bucky snapped. He stood up suddenly, took the spinning bottle in his hand and smashed it on the floor right beside Tony.

“This game is fucking over, and if you utter another word from that stupid pie-hole so will you.”

Saying this he marched over to you and roughly hauled you up by your arm, walking swiftly back to the hall and your room. Drunken murmurs and cheers could be heard behind you, most clearly Sam’s who said, “I’ll take my 20 bucks now Cap, told you it won’t take more than 10 mins.”

You tried to keep up with Bucky’s long stride as he angrily dragged you to your room and all but flung you inside. You were far more awake now as you gazed into Bucky’s narrowed blue eyes, his plump cheeks red with anger you felt a nervous heat between your legs. The door was shut and locked and Bucky turned on you.

“You have been a naughty girl, cuddlebear.” He said softly and you nodded dumbly.

“Buck, it was a game.” You said and he came closer, his hands wrapping around your waist and pushing you back towards the bed.

“You should have said no, you should have left.”

You trembled as your knees met the bed, sitting down and letting Bucky peel away your t-shirt. His frown deepened as he bunched the Captain America t-shirt you had stolen from the charity event last month.

“Look at that cuddlebear, not only do you dare to sit between another man’s legs like you’re his puppy, but also wear someone else’s mark. Do you think that was a nice thing to do?” His voice was hardened with lust and jealousy and you creamed yourself when he tore the fabric in his hands and threw it away.

“No, I am sorry.” You say and Bucky tutted, flicking your chin.

“Sorry what?”

“I am sorry Daddy” You corrected, and Bucky’s lips enveloped yours, rough and soft at the same time. Your hands clutched his side, nails digging into his soft love handles as he pushed you on the bed and climbed over you. You moaned in his mouth, shimming out of your pajamas when he pulled back to breath and started stripping himself.

“You know I don’t like it when you’re in some other man’s arms, right?” He asked and you nodded. You put your hands on his shoulders and pushed him down, straddling him.

“I’m sorry Daddy, let me show you I only love you.” You breathed and Bucky’s eyes rolled when you pinched his nipples. He nodded, and you bent over him, your mouth meeting his in a messy kiss. His metal hand was cold on your back and your groaned, sucking a spot on his neck that made him shiver. Tracing the jagged scars on his left shoulder with your fingers and mouth you ground your hips on the bulge between your legs, your wetness dripping down and over his balls.

“Cuddlebear, gimme more.” Bucky begged and you hummed, sliding down to bath his body. You kissed and suckled his flesh, giving special attention to his nipples before nuzzling the chubby flesh of his belly. You dipped the tip of your wet tongue in his belly button making his arch up and smiled. One of his hands fisted your hair and pulled you, the other grabbing his weeping cock and smacking you in the face with it.

“Take it in, now. Show me your love and loyalty.”

You took his thick cock in your mouth, the corners of your mouth aching as they stretched wide to fit his girth. Your hands stroked what your mouth couldn’t take, and you started bobbing your head, the bed rocking slightly as Bucky thrust softly in your mouth. As you hollowed your cheek and sucked, slowly pulling back to just graze your teeth and again going back down, your hand reached between your own legs to play with your swollen sex, your juiced coating your thighs.

Bucky’s moan spurned you on, your drool dripping over his pelvis and you moved fasted and deeper, taking him with a skill that made his thighs shudder. He was close and you could feel it, his hand in your hair tightening until almost painful and suddenly you were pulled off and rolled onto the bed and under him.

“Now cuddlebear, you are going to take me in your drenched pussy and take me hard and fast. You’re going to come around me, gush around the tool that makes you feel so so good and thank me for giving you my cum. Get it?”

You nodded, drunk on lust as your Bucky’s hand reached your wet folds and played with your entrance, rubbing the walls to loosen you. Even after months of being together, you needed to be prepared to take him in, his cock thicker and meatier than any you had had before. You felt him align himself and grabbed his face in your hands, pulling him into a deep kiss just as he pushed inside you.

Moaning into his mouth as the mix of pain and pleasure, you held him to yourself, mashing your breast to his chest. His hips snapped against yours, thrusts deep and hard as his piercing eyes kept yours prisoner.

“Who do you belong to cuddlebear?” He asked, head dipping for a moment to nip at your nipple that made your clamp on him harder.

“You daddy, only you.”

“Who do you love?” The bed was banging against the wall, the sound of his balls hitting your ass echoing in the room. Only the sheer power of his hypnotic gaze kept you grounded to reality, made you aware of nothing but him.

“I love only you daddy.” You whined, voice broken as he gave you two powerful, punishing thrusts.

“Will you ever sit on another man’s lap?”

“No daddy!” You shouted and his mouth came down on yours, hips a blur as they powered into you. You cried out, heels digging into his back and his sweaty front pressed flush to yours. Salty sweat trickled down from his hair and fell in your eyes, mixing with your tears as you babbled incoherently at the abject pleasure that sent lightning bolts shooting down your spine and right to your clit.

You spasmed around him, your warmth clutching around him in a glove of velvet heat as his voice whispered his love in your ear. He twitched inside, the warmth of him filling you until some escaped and squelched along with your own release, a breathy “Thank you daddy” leaving your mouth.

He was laying on you, his weight crushing you to the mattress and you let him be, wrapping yourself around him. Warm lips met your jaw and cheeks, continuing to press against your nose and forehead until finally, almost chastely pecking yours.

“Did I hurt you my love?” He asked softly, eyes tender and concerned. You smiled at him, the strongest and kindest man you knew.

“You can never hurt me Buck, never. I love you.”

He rolled over to the side, taking you with him and tucking you to his side. You threw a leg over his thick thighs, tracing the numerous stretch marks and battle scars that littered his body.

“I’m sorry about tonight, I didn’t mean to get angry.” He said and you giggled, booping his nose with your index finger.

“Buck, I love it when you get jealous and angry. It’s flattering, and I kinda adore it when you go caveman.” You admitted and he laughed, hugging you closer.

“Good, because I don’t like sharing. You’re my cuddlebear and I plan on keeping you.”

You peeked up at him, twirling a strand of his hair and tugging gently.

“Forever?”

His eyes, your safe place and heaven looked at you in warmth and full of promise.

“Forever.”

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@what-is-your-wish @shooting-star-love @littlegasps @sebastiansthot @its-izzys @sweeterthanthis @muralskins @stanmysoul @scentedsongrebel

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #chubby!bucky x reader #chubby!bucky

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anninhiliation · 3 years

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Worn Out Jeans

Masterlist

Word Count: 1357 oops

Disclaimer: THIS IS MY OWN PERSONAL WRITING. You do not have the right or consent to copy my work and claim it as your own. You do not have the right to even copy my work. I can and will publicly shame you. Changing the boy is still plagiarism. Write your own work. Don’t test me or karma. Don’t be a useless leech.

Warnings: 18+ its smut!

You were about to walk right past Richard to take your spot back on the couch. But his eyes dilated in pure black lust as he couldn’t help but stare at your ass. Your leggings were so tight and smooth it was almost as if you had on nothing but a second skin. His ultimate weakness, right in front of him.

“Come here baby girl” Richard groaned, grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap.

“What’s up babe” you smiled turning your head leaning into him.

“What’s up?” he smirked, hands already grabbing the sides of your ass, kneading the flesh that spilled through “what’s up with this?”

“My leggings?” you teased smiling at him rocking your hips into him.

Richard groaned at your movements and pulled you closer to him letting you feel his hardening bulge. Your back pressed against his chest as your lips quickly parted releasing little sounds of pleasure. Richard nipped your ear making his way down to your neck. His hair felt soft between your fingertips as you tugged.

“Richard,” you whined out, growing needier and needier.

The familiar cologne intoxicated your senses as air trapped in your lungs. His warm breath fanning over sensitive skin before physically touching you had you floating on a cloud. One hand roamed your body as the other caged you in keeping you as close as possible. Electric waves were sent down to your core with every touch Richard left on you.

“You really thought I wouldn’t do anything with you looking that good?” Richard growled in your ear.

All you could do is whine out in response as your brain fogged in pleasure. His deep voice had your heart fluttering as your slit throbbed harder. Richard’s hand slowly moved down between your legs. His fingers slid under your leggings and panties as your reflexes spread your thighs open giving him easier access. Richard smirked against your neck as his finger parted your slit toying with the excess arousal. Your hips squirmed against the pads of his fingers trying to get him where you needed him most. Already wanting more and more of his delicious touch.

“Daddy” you whined out, knowing what that single word did to him.

Especially when you used it in such a desperate, needy voice. Richard groaned hearing you plea for him. It stuffed his ego, hearing you say, daddy. With full knowledge, he was the only one who got to see you like this, who was the only one to make you feel this good. Your head rested on his shoulder, as the pleasure made your body move against him. Richard showed your clit no mercy drawing your favorite pattern. Your lower abdomen muscles squeezed themselves tightly with the sheer pleasure.

“M- more” you whined out as your empty hole pulsated around nothing.

The tight fabric restraining Richards’s full control quickly annoyed him, as he let out a low groan. He stopped toying with your swollen clit as he pulled out quickly licking his fingers clean. He grabbed the elastic waistline and you squirmed on his lap helping yourself out of your leggings and panties. The fabric fell to the ground and Richard spread his legs wider, adjusting you on his lap. Your swollen clit rested on his jeans as your thighs caged in his upper thigh. Your hands wrapped around his knee cap as Richard grabbed your hips. His fingers dug into your hips as he guided you against the rough fabric of his worn-out black jeans. Richard moved you in a way that had you seeing stars. Your hole clenching and tightening around nothing as pleasure built up inside you. Heat rose from your body as his lips marked out your weakest points.

“That feel good baby girl?” Richard grinned as he tugged on the shell of your ear, his fingers digging in deeper into your flesh.

The answer was obvious just by how much louder you became. Nothing but moans and his name broken into incoherent whines fell from your lips. But hearing you struggle to even speak only riled him up more.

“Y-yes” you choked out.

“Yes, what?” He taunted slowing down his movement.

His teeth nipped your neck as he waited to hear the magical word. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the slow movements were only enough to keep you riled up and drenched but nothing more. Your clit dragging slowly along his thigh had your head spinning.

“Da- mmm” you whined out trying to choke out what he wanted to hear.

“Dah-mmm- ah- d” Your head was turned to the side pleading with him to go back to the old movements.

His dick throbbed harder feeling a wet patch soak through the fabric. Richard grew a little impatient wanting you to finish as soon as possible for the real fun to begin.

“Good girl” Richard praised moving your hips in a smooth and quicker pace.

You harshly tugged on his curls as your hole pulsated with the build-up of pleasure. Mouth hung open as Richard had you floating on a cloud. Your breathing hitched in your lungs as your walls tightly clenched one last time. Your thighs shook around him as your clit began to have enough. The tight knot snapped inside you, throwing you straight into the galaxy. His name mixed with a song of curses vibrated out of your lungs as your head rolled back. Richard rode you out, gently bringing you back down to earth pecking your neck in kisses. You panted as the air returned to your lungs, trying to regain that even momentum once again. Leaning down to pick up your leggings came to an abrupt halt.

“Wait baby I need to feel that pretty little hole” Richard groaned into your neck feeling as if his dick would explode any second with how hard his dick throbbed.

You nodded your head yes as you stood up and helped release his bulge. Grabbing his base you gave him a few strokes before going back on his lap. His moans going straight to your core giving you a new coat of arousal. Caging in his thighs and aligning his tip you slowly sunk down. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as Richard grabbed your hips setting a fast and hungry pace.

“Fuck your so tight baby” He moaned.

You wrapped around his shaft perfectly making him see stars. Richard’s face contoured in pleasure with every thrust. You leaned in kissing his soft lips, swallowing a majority of his moans. His sounds of pleasure only riled you up more. Changing the pattern you grinded down on him, keeping him balls deep inside you for a brief moment. Reaching back you massage his balls as you moved your hips, keeping his shaft stimulated. Richard let out a string of curses at the added stimulation. His head shooting back in pure bliss had you clenching around him. Going back to riding him, Richard began to take over. He knew your body like the back of his hand and knew he could get you seeing more stars then you already were. He quickly angled his hips so his tip would massage your weakest point with every thrust. You were back on cloud nine as your breathing once again hitched. His name that you sang like a prayer lost its coherency. You broke the kiss as your mind fogged in pleasure once more. Eyes rolled back as every thrust tied a knot inside you tighter and tighter. The first orgasm ensured you wouldn’t last as long as normal. Feeling you pulsate, had Richard nearing his own orgasm. He was already so riled up, throbbed for so long that he was already twitching inside you. His balls squeezing into themselves as cum filled up. Not long after, white strings shot up inside you, filling you up nicely. Your knot snapped as he was mid orgasm. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you floated around the clouds. Your fingers laced around the back of his neck as you kissed him one last time.

“Fuck that was so good” you smiled.

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A/N: I havent written anything long or a fic in a long time and I honestly dont really like this all that much, edited and edited but I figured post it, write something else and maybe down the line the flow or a new flow will come back to me. It could also be that Im kinda annoyed at the Joel and Richard fued so like yea I wouldnt wanna fuck him rn lol. Okay have a beautiful day or sweet dreams.

#cnco #richard #rich #richuki #cnco smut #fic #fiction #imagine #richard camacho #richard camacho fic #smut #boyband #latin boyband #camacho #tattoos #black and white photo #brown eyes

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thisisthehardestthing · 4 years

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Claudia, I am so fucking proud of you. I always knew you'd reach 1k followers and beyond, you're amazingly talented, kind, and an overall beautiful badass that I am so lucky to have in my life! How about Scorpio (das me) and "Touch yourself for me" with Ushijima? 💋 you can pick your favorite kink to add!

HI BEAUTIFUL! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I am sorry this took so long to write, but I wanted to have the perfect inspiration for you.

I hope this makes you tingle and twitch, I tried to.. uhhhh... drive it into your kinks and to make it relevant to you.. at this moment.

PROFESSOR USHIJIMA X READER

18+, “Touch yourself for me.”

warnings: teacher/student relations, the word daddy.

You lean against the classroom door frame, trench coat tightly tied around your waist, water droplets dripping to the floor from the heavy rain outside. You can see it splattering against the windowpane, illuminated golden against black from the lamp on Ushijima’s rather large desk. You knock, three consecutive taps to pull him from his intense focus.

“Working late, professor?” you call, a sly smile curling on your upper lip when he looks up to see you standing there.

“Exam papers,” he grunts, then his eyes rake over your body in a cool sweep. “You’re dripping all over the floor. Take off your coat.”

“Yes, Sir,” you push off, closing the door behind you as you step into the room.

In the dark, the beige of the trenchcoat is soft, glittering as you untie the belt and let it drop to your feet. Ushijima drags a deep breath through his teeth.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, eyes peering over the top of his slim frame glasses, marking pen frozen, bleeding a red blotch into the paper.

“Is my exam in there? Have you marked it yet?” you ask innocently, playing with the very end of your high school uniform tie. You hop up to sit on a desk, crossing your legs so that the grey pleated skirt flashes a hint of thong before it disappears and your legs clad in knee-high white socks cover his view. Ushijima shakes his head, lifting the pen with a mumbled curse before he aligns the papers beneath it and puts it in his ‘finished’ pile.

“You failed,” he says, keeping his mouth neutral, but his eyes flash with the tell-tale sign of desire. You pout.

“Oh no! I can’t believe it. I studied so hard,” you exaggerate, pulling your voice into a moaning plea. “What can I do to fix it, professor?”

You loosen the tie so it lays open around your shoulders. Slowly, your fingers begin to unbutton the top of the crisp white shirt, ironed to perfection.

“I’ll do anything.”

Ushijima raises an eyebrow, folding his glasses away as you unveil the edges of a black lace bra to him, holding up your bountiful breasts. You keep your back taut and upright, the skirt cinching at your waist.

“My daddy will be so mad if I fail,” you unfold your legs, opening them so that they bend over the edge of the table. Your toes tingle with the naughtiness of it all. You want to giggle and bite your lip, almost like an actual school girl. Electricity shocks through you at Ushijima’s groan, at how in the dim light his eyes drink in your soul, reflecting you in their whiskey tone. You’re getting drunk from his gaze.

“I think we can work something out.” Ushijima remarks, folding his broad arms over his chest, the navy fabric pulling tight over his biceps. He stands, the pleats in his grey slacks falling beautifully down, coming around to lean against the edge of his desk. A fire blazes through your core, unconsciously clenching as you hold your breath in.

“Touch yourself for me.”

Your hands instantly fly to your knee caps, stroking up as you keep eye contact. Your black loafers already dangle off your toes, and as you widen your legs, one falls to the floor with a soft thud. Your heart beats in your throat, you touch the hem of your skirt, dragging it up so that it rolls under your fingertips until it hits the fold of your hips. Ushijima glances down at your black, silk thong, the way the material almost glitters from how you’ve begun to soak through.

“Naughty girl,” he muses, never looking away as your fingers squeeze the soft skin of your inner thighs. “So wet and you haven’t even done anything.”

You keep your eyes on his face, watching him as he watches your hands dance over the fabric, pulling the edges so that it folds neatly between your lips. He licks his.

“You should tutor me more, Professor,” your voice comes out in a breathless whisper. “Show me how.”

“Go slow.”

You toy with your outer lips, stroking the soft skin under his watchful eye. He gives an approving hum, shifting so that he’s more comfortable to watch you. You see the strain of his erection in his pants, and you almost double over when the intense need to be impaled on it overcomes you. Your fingers find your clit.

Electricity hums through your body as you rub tantalising circles over the slick fabric. You bite your lip, eyes drifting to his large, veined hands, picturing them around your throat, on your thighs.

“‘Toshi,” you mumble, every circle winding you up, your eyes fluttering as you struggle to keep them open.

“Don’t you dare look away from me. What would your daddy say if you fail at this too?”

You snap, a hand planting itself behind you with a bang as you lean into it, fingers circling faster and faster, keeping your gaze on his stern eyes. They intoxicate you, and right when you’re about to burst, he moves away from the desk to grab your wrist, effectively halting your movements. You gasp, feeling utterly dwarfed by him. He pulls your hand away, bringing it up to his face as he inhales the musky scent of you.

“Why’d you stop me?” you almost cry, panting as you feel his cock press against the bone of your groin.

“I want to give you a more... private tutoring,” he murmurs into your hand, kissing your fingers. “Tell your daddy you’re not coming home tonight.”

He pulls you into a fortifying kiss, making you thankful that you’re sitting down otherwise you would have collapsed. He would’ve caught you.

“I can’t believe this uniform still fits,” he mumbles against your lips with a small smile. You grin back, arms slinging around his broad shoulders as you pull yourself off the desk and against him until your toes touch the ground, loafers slipping back on. He steps back as you fumble with the other shoe, walking to slip your coat back on with a teasing bend forward. He growls, making you giggle.

“Come on, Daddy. Let’s go home so you can teach me a lesson.”

#1kevent #pleasantanathema #claudia writes #ushijima #ushiwaka #ushijima x reader #mine #haikyuu

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Top 5 Best Tonneau Covers for the Toyota Tacoma

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1. Tyger Auto T1 Soft Roll-Up Tonneau Cover

Tyger Auto’s T1 Soft Roll-Up Tonneau Cover combines daily utility with clean styling in a complete and affordable package. The cover sits only slightly above the Tacoma truck bed to complement the sleek lines of your pickup for a seamless low-profile look that also increases gas mileage with 13 percent savings! Made from tear-resistant vinyl for longevity, this cover offers superior resistance against wear so you can be sure it will last for years and years. After all, it is guaranteed to withstand exposure to changing temperatures and harsh weather elements like UV rays, rain, and wind to keep it looking grat and performing optimally no matter what.

It comes with heavy-duty rails and crossbars that provide maximum support and strength for a secure fit that will keep all your cargo safe and dry. The adjustable tension and latching system allow you to firmly secure and tighten the cover for added protection. Opening and closing this bed cover is made super simple by way of a quick-release mechanism. Such allows for the Velcro-secured, marine-grade 24-ounce vinyl tarp to be rolled up and locked to the back of the cab to maximize access to the bed. This soft rolling and lockable tonneau cover mounts on top of the Tacoma’s bed rails with the ease of a no-drill installation. All necessary hardware and instructions are included in the kit so you can install it in no time.

Features:

U.S. design patented tonneau cover

Made with marine-grade vinyl and aircraft-grade aluminum side rails

Cover is dual-coated for weather resistance and added durability

Seals with Velcro strip on the sides and secures with latch lock system

Tension system can be adjusted on the end of side rails to keep cover tight

Includes stainless steel clamps for mounting to the truck bed

Easy no-drilling installation with mounting hardware/instructions provided

2. Roll-N-Lock M-Series Retractable Tonneau Cover

Roll-N-Lock’s M-Series, the most advanced retractable bed cover on the market, has redefined the rules for truck bed security. From its retractable function, which allows for opening or closing in seconds, to its rigid, vinyl-over-aluminum laminated construction, this hybrid cover offers everything that the competition does not. There are no snaps to manipulate, no roll to lash down or stow, no crossbars to negotiate, no fabric shrinkage to struggle with, and, best of all, no worries about the security of your cargo. The Roll-N-Lock retractable bed cover is, by far, the most sophisticated and versatile truck bed cover available today.

This tonneau cover is made with heavy-duty aluminum slats that are laminated with premium-grade vinyl to provide high levels of strength. It also integrates a torsion spring for added toughness. In other words, this cover will serve you for years to come and will withstand road and weather abuse to protected and add value to your truck. The M-series is designed with great consideration for various weather conditions and includes a finger insulation grip that keeps your hands cool when operating the cover in high temperatures.

The M-Series tonneau cover provides you the security of a hard cover, the smooth appearance of a soft cover, and the convenience of a retractable cover. Its durable vinyl-over-aluminum hybrid cover design is dedicated to four-season protection and maximum bed security. It tackles durability while being extremely easy to operate with its unique frictionless construction and insulated grip lever. Simply use the key to unlock the cover and start to open it toward the cab as it retracts into its compact canister. The M-Series can open, lock, and close without ever having to open your Tacoma’s tailgate and locks in multiple open positions.

Features:

Made with heavy-duty aluminum slats and vinyl

Compact canister design to ensure usage of maximum space

Boosts the security of your cargo and keeps it in place

Multi-dimensional locking system on three sides

Insulated grip to protect your fingers from the heat

Installs quickly and effortlessly with no drilling

Easily opens and closes with rear twist latch

3. ACCESS LOMAX Tri-Fold Tonneau Cover

The LOMAX Tri-Fold Tonneau Cover from ACCESS Covers is a low-profile stunner that is ultra-lightweight and easy to operate. This tri-fold cover maximizes your truck’s appearance with a sleek design and superior protection against the elements. While it is very light in weight, it is also extremely strong and durable. It was designed for the utmost in strength, styling, and security while also improving your truck’s gas mileage. The LOMAX truck bed cover boasts an easy-to-use operation that is convenient enough for just one person to install and remove. It is equipped with a string latch that can be accessed from either side of the truck bed. The cover can be opened easily by pulling the string to release the latches. A built-in handle is used to return the cover to its closed position. The cover locks at ten points along the bed for superior security. Bolt-on clamps are used to secure the tonneau cover rails to your Tacoma’s truck bed. Once the rails are installed, the cover simply locks into place without the need for any drilling.

The LOMAX Hard Tri-Fold Cover uses durable aluminum panels with strong, waterproof hinges. Each panel is manufactured from top-grade aluminum alloy in either the textured matte black finish or diamond plate finish. Extruded aluminum channels support the panels, keeping the hard truck bed cover rigid and reducing its overall weight. More than 90 percent of LOMAX Hard Tri-Fold Covers can be recycled. Water-resistant hinges, rubber seals, and minimal metal-on-metal contact come together to reduce unwanted vibrations and noises for a quieter ride as well.

Features:

Low-profile design

Sleek aluminum construction

Ultra-lightweight and strong

Offers a weathertight seal

Incorporated storage kits

User-friendly operation

Easy to remove and reinstall

Simple installation process

4. BAK Industries Revolver X2 Rolling Tonneau Cover

The BAK Revolver X2 Roll-Up truck bed cover does it all with unrivaled strength, security, and styling. This tonneau cover offers more flexibility than paneled hard tonneaus as it allows you to roll the cover up and use every inch of the bed without blocking your rear window. This is an important feature as driving with your tonneau cover rolled up could be a hazard for your rear windshield. For this reason, BAK provides four D-shaped cab bumpers that are stuck to the cover when it is rolled up. They prevent the cover from bumping against your windshield and damaging it.

This hard roll-up tonneau features hinged, ¼-inch thick rust-proof slats made from aircraft-grade aluminum with a black powder-coated finish. Matte black rubber and bulkhead seals keep the train out and secure your belongings from nasty weather, while the premium vinyl finish keeps water from running through the aluminum slates. This cover has exclusive automatic rotational locking rails that secure the cover the entire length of the bed on each side. The automatic Patented Slam Latch system at the tailgate fastens the Revolver X2 along the length of your Tacoma bed to keep your cargo safe.

The Revolver X2 truck bed cover easily rolls up with one-handed operation and can carry up to 400 pounds of evenly distributed weight. To open, simply pull the hand release that is aligned with the Slam Latch system from either side. Underneath, there is an attached felt material to provide a soft and cool spot for your hands to operate the cover to keep them safeguarded from the rolling aluminum. Aluminum clamps hold the frame rails snug to the truck bed with mounting plates and secure bolts. Best of all, there is no drilling needed to install this tonneau cover.

Features:

Constructed of aluminum slats with vinyl overlay

Patented rotational locking rails

Side rail seals with a smooth flat design

Rear Corner Caps for a more refined appearance

Felt Replacement Cap System

Integrated Bulkhead Seal for superior sealing

Operate from either side with an automatic slam latch

Works with most 5th wheel hitches

Can hold 400 lbs of evenly distributed weight

Durable Safety Straps and buckles to secure cover when open

5. Extang Solid Fold 2.0 Hard Tonneau Cover

The Extang Solid Fold 2.0 Tonneau Cover is the brand’s latest generation of hard tri-fold truck bed covers with new design elements that you simply will not find anywhere else. The Solid Fold 2.0 includes Extang’s exclusive, patented Jaw-Grip and EZ-Lock clamps with 1-inch thick EnduraShield panels, and integrated corner and hinge seals. What’s more, revolutionary snap-on perimeter seals further protect your Tacoma’s bed from the elements to keep it looking and working like new for years to come.

The Solid Fold 2.0’s EnduraShield panels feature an automotive-grade polymer that resists dents, scratches, and harmful UV rays better than aluminum or fiberglass panels. The matte black textured finish not only looks rugged and aggressive, but also proves to be highly durable. Extang’s professionally engineered aluminum frame and hinges are also powder coated to match your truck’s bed caps for a more integrated appearance with incredible protection from unwanted wear.

The Solid Fold 2.0 comes fully assembled out of the box and installs in just seconds. Extang’s cab clamps attach directly to your Tacoma’s bed flanges without any damage or alteration to your bed caps. On top of that, this package includes a re-engineered patented EZ-Lock Clamp that requires minimal effort to operate and self-locks in position for added security.

Features:

Lightweight, 1-inch thick EnduraShield panels

Weight rating of 600 lbs evenly distributed

Matte black textured finish for added durability

Offers that OEM look for a streamlined appearance

Ultra-resistant against harsh weather conditions

Re-engineered patented EZ-Lock Clamp

Easy to operate and self-locks in position

#Bed cover #e #Tacoma #tonneau cover #Toyota #toyota tacoma #trucks

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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Ooohhh what about Erik messing with his boys sister & they get caught

Cherry checked her messages and left her granny's house looking both ways and holding the curtain of her 1B black tracks back from her face to make sure she didn't see anyone she knew hanging around the bushes or the Riverview Landing sign on the block in front of the unit. Speed-walking down to the next building in her hot pink Nike Air Max, ripped denim shorts and white beater, she saw a few faces out, but no one who could snitch to Big Eazy. The sun beamed like a flashlight trying to catch her in her wrongs.. illuminating her clear cappuccino skin. Her golden highlight gleamed off her shoulder blades and cheekbones like her Fenty glossed lips, the shine strategically placed to incite sin.. and there it was.. Erik's white S Class Mercedes parked behind a green truck. If she hadn't walked up on it, she wouldn't have seen it. Taking a final look from the corner of her eye at her surroundings, she slid into the passenger seat and put on her seatbelt while her own big nigga in the driver's seat with a white short sleeved v-neck put the car in drive and rode off, elbow out of the window and resting on the door as his hand casually blocked the lower half of his face, his finger under his nose.

"He followed you out? What did he say?"

"He doesn't know, he asked about Stucky."

"Stucky?" He kissed his teeth. "He had that shit coming no cap."

"Okay well his pregnant girlfriend got shot up too, did she deserve that?"

"For fuckin that nigga? Yes." He turned on the highway.

"Well I'm fuckin you! Do I deserve to get shot in my house?"

"Big Eazy wouldn't let that happen."

"Big Eazy would shoot my ass.. and yours too," Cherry mumbled looking forward.

"You'd have time to run. He'd shoot me first," Erik laughed like it was a joke. Cherry was serious. She felt uneasy creeping behind Eazy's back, but being with Erik.. It was like no one's opinion of her mattered and she could take the risk.

"Baby it's been mooonths.. I'm tired of sneaking around, I wanna enjoy you!" Her hand rubbed his thigh moving inward to the seat of his soft navy blue pants, bunching the fabric as she grabbed his meat tracing the outline against his thigh. "I need to show off my man! I can't deal with Eazy coming between us like this, controlling my love life. Daddy used to do that before he got shot."

"He care about you, you all he got.. Honestly I'd be the same way."

Cherry rolled her eyes taking off her sunglasses. "If you were in my shoes, E, you'd have left a long time ago. You wouldn't put up with half of what I deal with on the regular. He still see me as his kid sister and I'm grown! I'm 25, I'm in school, I got a part-time. I be out here too."

"In his eyes you gone always be baby sis, you can't change that, baby."

Cherry pouted, her lip poking out as she sat arms crossed. She watched Erik's hand on the wheel as he pulled into the Chik-Fil-A dive thru ordering 2 chicken sandwich combos with lemonades, saving his to eat when he reached home. Cherry ate hers in the car on the way finishing when Erik pulled into White Pine apartments.. his building, one that was leagues removed from and ten times better than any place in or around Riverview Landing. The streets were clean. No one was out. The grass was green and trimmed. It was quiet. The hedges were in shape. Cherry wished she could stay there with Erik instead of with her grandma, but Eazy lived in White Pine too, he just worked the block in Riverview. Cherry recalled back when she was 16, Eazy and Erik shot up some niggas tryna sell on their block. The cops came and no one would talk because they knew Eazy, Erik and their other homies would catch them out slippin or break into their house. Here at White Pine, they were more subtle but they were still the main dealers.

Cherry followed Erik into his apartment on the fourth floor knowing her brother's empty apartment was on the fifth and as soon as she pressed the door closed, Erik grabbed her waist spinning her to where she could pull his neck and kiss him, her knee rising up his hip enough for him to catch the hint and pick her up. He sat on the loveseat with her in his lap straddling him as she stayed glued to his lips, refusing him air, kissing and sucking on his lips while he rubbed her booty in circles. She missed this contact, she hadn't kissed him like this since they snuck and met up last week. She had a week's worth of kisses to give as she grinded on his lap.

Erik rubbed and smacked her ass, gripping the back of her neck to pull her up and she released his mouth looking him in his eyes. They were low just like she liked them because it meant he was wanting her just as bad.

"Take your clothes off and get in the bed, wait for me," he whispered and Cherry lifted quickly to go to the room. Eight big bags of weed sat stacked on the dresser next to two pistols and a few small plastic bags of that white girl. Taking off her outfit and folding it to set on his nightstand with her Nikes on the floor, socks in the Nikes, she stood nude in her cappuccino glory, sliding between the cool black satin sheets and resting her head on the black satin pillow case. If Eazy knew Erik had bought these with her in mind and not some random hoes, it would've been a murder. If Erik wasn't such a good liar in the first place, there would've been a murder. She tried not to think about it and instead thought of how much she missed her man. She was finally getting quality time uninterrupted and she didn't have to pretend to be a play sis because that shit died a long time ago.

When Erik came in the room, he was chewing with fat chipmunk cheeks and his lemonade in hand.

"Come here, baby," Cherry smiled with a slow curve of her index. The two tatted cherries on a stem between her titties showed past the blanket. He set the cup on the dresser and pulled off the navy plaid button up that hung open over his defined abs and the exposed band of his white Calvin Klein briefs under navy sweats. Cherry kissed her teeth as he took time to swallow, sip his drink again and smile before kicking off his shoes and pants to jump in the bed squeezing Cherry to his chest.

"Your breath smell like hot sauce," she frowned but it ain't stop her from wrapping her leg firmly around his thigh.

"And you smell like fried chicken," he mumbled pressing his nose to hers. He turned her over so he was on top as she rested her hands around his thick stocky neck, rubbing his nape.

"Shut up," she chuckled squeezing his neck briefly, "and gimme that dick." She pressed her lips into his neck as his slim long legs tangled with hers. Immediately, his dick aligned with help from his hand and he went straight into the pussy no foreplay. Cherry hummed from the delicious feeling of being filled, grabbing his hips and pulling him deep into her wet kitkat as she locked her legs over his ass. "Show me how much you love this pussy."

She had having been craving his dick for an entire week. He snapped his ass repeatedly and it was like clicking his heels to send her to heaven. Now that she finally had her boo thang's soul pole, she could grab on his locs and pull them. He only let her do it when they had sex as he ain't like people touching his hair. She wrapped his locs around her fingers and tugged guiding her tongue forcefully into his mouth as he dug his hips filling her full of his fat curved dick. Suddenly he switched up with his curve and Cherry threw her head back overcome with a sudden wave of pleasure. He stretched a heavy arm above her head and braced the other against the bed as he threw his body grinding roughly, swiveling his hips and shaking her entire body underneath his weight. Cherry and gripped and scratched wildly over his back and sides, his arms, feeling her body bounce under him as she listened to his hard breaths coming out in pants, her sensitive nipples rubbing aggressively against his chest. She rolled her hips to his pace and feeling herself climb toward a new orgasm, she grabbed his ass pushing his pelvis down to keep his rhythm consistent.. holding onto the sweet feeling of her inevitable nut. He was fucking her so good, reaching under her ass to grab it and hold her pussy in place as he fucked it, panting over her ignorant to the red marks collecting on his smooth skin.

"Oh fuck yes baby!" Cherry was breathless clutching onto him like she'd drown if she let go. "Show me how much you love this pussy!"

"I luh this pussy baby," he moaned in her ear, "Shit I'm cummin."

"Nut in me," she begged. Pulling out he climbed quickly up her body.

"Open your mouth." The tip of his dick knocked on her bottom lip and when she opened her mouth, his dick coated in her juice plopped in it. She sealed her lips around the head and from on her back she bobbed her head up and down on his length as he held it. In seconds she felt warm liquid burst in her mouth and she swallowed it with her spit. Sighing like he'd run a marathon, he pulled back dropped his face between her glossy inner thighs. She grabbed his locs again to guide him and hold him in place as he licked on her the way she loved, licking over her glossy folds and sucking until she shook.

"Shiiiit..," she smiled feeling better already. She felt like she was glowing. She needed a smoke. "I need more dickkk," she grinned lifting to look at Erik. He was smirking. It typically took a few rounds before she was out.

"Let's go," he chuckled. "I'm ready for whatever babe."

Cherry climbed on top this time as he hung his wrists in the air waiting for her to get right and situated on his dick and find a rhythm before holding her waist. She put the tops of her feet against the inside of his knees and he chuckled knowing what was coming. Her knees went on the bed outside his legs and raising her ass high to the end of his dick, she drove her pussy down and bounced her ass right back high to the tip of his dick.

"Gotdammit fuckin bitch," he sputtered. She could feel her pussy dripping and knew it was sliding down his shaft as she bounced up and down, up and down, draining his soul quickly with every bounce. "Shit I'm bout to nut," he hissed with Cherry bouncing harder. "Cherry," he warned with a sharp exhale, his eyes focused on the ceiling. Anywhere but at her. "Shit, stop.." Hell no, she thought enjoying seeing him squirm. She wanted his baby though she knew he wasn't quite ready. He could get ready. Quickly, he pinched her thigh hard and pushed her off his dick right before leaking a stream of cum onto his thigh and onto the sheet. His dick twitched on its own spurting a bit more and he calmed it with his hand sighing deeply. He closed his eyes.

"Next time I'm throwing yo ass off my bed."

"Next time wear a condom then, but you won't feel shit," she giggled not really wanting that at all. She kissed his forehead and rubbed her hand over his beard to his chest.

"I ain't in a position for kids right now, Cherry, neither are you. You got school and yo job. How you gonna juggle a damn baby?"

"I'm not stupid," she frowned, "I don't need a baby right now but I do want one." She rubbed the tip of his nose with his index and he didn't move. "...with you. Maybe sometime in the next two years."

"Ion know bout all that," Erik muttered sitting up. Cherry rolled her eyes. She'd just have to keep tryna convince him.

"Besides, what I'm a tell Eazy? We been bros since middle school I can't do that shit. I'm already in deep enough, I'm fuckin my brother's lil sister."

"Don't say it like that!"

"That's what it is.. that's my nigga. How we gone explain this shit, Cherry?"

"I wish we could just tell him.. If he loves me he should accept that I'm grown and I do what and who I want when I want."

"You don't wanna do that," Erik cautioned. "You ain't that grown, you still living with g-ma in the crib.. Eazy still pay the bills and for your classes. You at least need to be independent before you say anything to that nigga."

"Erik! This is ridiculous. I'm tired, I just wanna live my life. I want us to go on dates and be seen in public. I don't wanna be duckin and timing our exits and whispering at night. That's high school shit.."

"You think I wanna creep in shit? I ain't crept since 8th grade. This ain't ideal for me either. We gotta be smart about it though, timing is important." Cherry whined feeling defeated and Erik draped an arm around her shoulder, cradling her. "We'll figure this out, be patient." He kissed her forehead and stood grabbing his lemonade and gesturing for her to get up so he could change the sheet.

After a cuddle session and long talk, Cherry fixed herself up in his bathroom, redressed, and Erik drove her back to Riverview Landing dropping her off a building away, riding off.

Looking around for anyone who could recognize what had just happened she didnt see anyone and turned quickly to jog to her building.

"Yo," a voice yelled. Her spine stiffened as she looked around not seeing anyone of consequence. "Up here," he called and she looked up to a balcony with a guy sitting out shirtless smoking a black n mild. It was Leonard, a guy under Eazy's thumb. Instantly thumb set in. He leaned forward blowing out a puff of smoke. "What you up to Cherry?"

"None of your damn business," she snapped as she continued to walk, nervous as ever.

"I see. Maybe it's Eazy business," he said loud enough for her to hear on the ground. He always had a big mouth, he was a glorified snitch.

"What you want," Cherry stomped coming to a standstill.

"Don't want nothing just wondering why was out for three hours with the boy E." He shrugged puffing the black again his eyes still on hers. "You ain't… doing shit you ain't supposed to.. are you?"

"He's my bro what are you saying to me right now?"

"Nah," Leonard spit off the balcony onto another part of the sidewalk. "That's not what I saw."

"Well I don't know what the fuck you think you saw," Cherry muttered continuing to the entrance of her grandma's building. She was sweating, pausing outside of the door before she put her key in to open it. She hoped to God that Eazy was somewhere selling in a different building. She turned the key and walked in… there sitting with a gang of other niggas was Big Eazy. He looked up and the look on his face was like he knew something. He didn't blink, he just glared the way he had that time when he she accidentally broke his memory thing on his game system.

She tried to walk by to her room. Her grandmother was at bingo.

"You just gone walk by?" He was angry, she could hear it in his voice. Swallowing, she close her eyes and headed back to where he was.

"Eazy-"

"Eazy! Don't Eazy me, how the fuck you gone do that to your own flesh and blood, Cherry? You gone fuck the homie? My brother? He posed to be yo brother too and you fuck him? That's some backwards ass treacherous shit sis-"

"He's not my brother!" Cherry snapped. "He's not blood, he's not related to us, he's a friend, yeah.. but that's why I like him! Wouldn't you want me with someone we trust?! You want me with just anybody?!"

"Not my brother, stupid! That's fucked up!" He jumped up but Cherry wasn't afraid anymore. She was just pissed.

"You always do this! I'm not a baby, I'm a grown ass woman."

One of his guys scoffed and Cherry smacked him in the head shutting him up as he looked up in surprise. What was he gonna do hit Eazy's sister in their grandma's house?

"No, you not. You a lil ass girl and you fuckin up your life! You out fucking dealers an shit! You know what he is? You know what he into? I can count on two hands the people that nigga killed and the niggas after him, he's the worst nigga you could choose. You need a nice lil college boy. Smart. Someone with a future, not some fuckin hoodrat ass nigga!"

"Do you hear yourself..?" Cherry was in shock.

"I ain't raise you to end up like mom. You don't need a nigga like dad. You don't need a nigga like me. Do better, Cher… DO BETTER!" He looked wide-eyed like he wanted to shake her and she could feel his conviction like he really hated himself and who he was, it shocked her. Never had she been ashamed of him or who he was. She didn't expect this.

"Eazy-"

"NO!" He shook his head. "I can't accept it.."

Cherry took a deep breath looking him in the eye. "You have to.. I love him.. and I love you. If you love me, you'll accept that and let me make my own decision. Trust me."

"I can't," he shrugged taking a deep sigh. "Look… I can't allow this. Either you stop seeing him.. or I'm cutting your funding for school."

"You can't do that!"

"I will."

Cherry gaped staring at her brother with new eyes. This was what Erik meant, why he really couldn't know. She wanted to cry, but refused to do it in front of his boys. "Fine," she whispered, the air knocked out of her lungs. "I don't need you," she shrugged, a tear falling despite her strong will. She headed to her room and packed a bag, walking out the apartment without a backward glance. She'd come back when he was gone. In the meantime she called Erik.

"Cherry?" He sounded confused because she didn't typically call him when she was around her brother. "What's wrong?" The concern was there in his voice and she knew she'd chosen the right guy. Sniffling, she let her tears fall.

"He knows.."

#original #erik killmonger #killmonger #erik killmonger smut #killmonger smut

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maryniss · 3 years

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Neck

Rating:Explicit

Relationships: Tendous Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi

Summary: And right now you are smelling really good, Wakatoshi-kun~”

Additional tags:

Anal Sex

Anal Fingering

No Plot/Plotless

Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

man i tell u no fucking plotttttt

Notes:uhm a horny fic from a horny half-asleep writer whose first language aint english, u do know what that means

Tendou loved everything about his boyfriend. The icy glare others found scary, he found somehow cute. His apparently lack of emotions couldn’t get Tendou fooled, not even the first time they met. As he got to spend more time with his little Ushi, he started to see parts of him that no one knew about. And he loved that.

And, of course, he loved that his boyfriend was playing volleyball, and the reason was kind of oblivious. Tendou, always honest, never actually told Ushijima how much he loved his body, but made sure to show him.

His favorite part was his neck. Tendou had no idea why; it just was. So, whenever they were alone, much like right now...

Well, right now he was wrapping his arms around Ushijima’s body from behind, trapping him against him, pulling him closer and closer, feeling warm skin emanating that smell, that smell of sweat and something else Tendou could never recognize. He loved how Ushijima smelled.

“You smell good, Wakatoshi-kun.”, whispered the red haired into his boyfriend’s ear.

“Really? I think I smell as I usually do.”

“Ihm, really good.” Tendou pressed delicate kisses on the soft skin of his boyfriend’s neck. He raised his hand to cup Ushijima’s jaw, gingerly stroking it while tilting it so he could nestle his head further.

“Wakatoshi-kun, what do you do when you smell something good?” Ushijima thought for a second and gave a perfectly honest answer, as he always did.

“I guess I want to see where it is coming from. If we talk about food, I would definitely try to eat it.” Tendou nibbed gently at Ushijima’s ear lobe.

“Ihm, for me is the same. And right now you are smelling really good, Wakatoshi-kun~”. Tendou started to leave more open kisses to his boyfriend’s neck, gently biting and then tracing the marks he left with his tongue. He felt Ushijima shudder, just a little bit, as his face was growing redder and redder.

“Wakatoshi-kun, I always forget how easy your skin gets marked.” Tendou bit a little harder on that exact sensitive spot that he knew made his boyfriend shudder, right under his collarbone.

“It’s ok, tomorrow I don’t have practice...”. Ushijima’s sentence finished mid-air as he felt Tendou’s cold fingers slide under the hem of his hoodie, lazily tracing unpredictable lines, with a feather-light touch.

“So, no practice tomorrow, Wakatoshi-kun? Then everything is fine.” And with that being said, Tendou took his boyfriend’s face with one hand and guided his lips towards his, starting a delicate kiss, as they always do. Gradually, Tendou opened his mouth and Ushijima let him slid his tongue inside. Their teeth clashed and that send electric bolts through both of them. Tendou pulled away, living Ushijima dumb-founded.

“Take that hoodie of yours of.” His boyfriend nodded and raised it above his head, where it remained blocked for one second. Tendou didn’t waste any time and aimed directly for Ushijima’s nipple. He felt him stiff for a bit, then relax and finally pulling his hoodie off, interweaving his thick fingers in Tendou’s red hair, that was now damp due to the lack of gel.

“Mhhm, Tendou~”

“Yes, Wakatoshi-kun?” The red haired answered his boyfriend before he moved to the other nipple, tracing his tongue over it and then biting teasingly. Ushijima, du to Tendou’s satisfaction, was already panting slightly. But, to be honest, he never really resisted teasing.

“Let’s do it...” His breath caught in his throat as he felt Tendou’s long fingers easily slipping under the hem of his pants and a little down further.

“Oh, Wakatoshi-kun, that was the plan from the start.” And Tendou pulled Ushijima’s pants and boxers down in a swift move, throwing them aside, God knows where.

“The lube, Wakatoshi-kun.” Ushijima stretched over and grabbed the bottle from under the bed and opened the cap, ready to pour some on Tendou’s fingers.

“Neah, neah, Wakatoshi-kun, I won’t prepare you tonight. You’ll do it yourself.” Tendou smirked and took the lube, poured a generous amount on Ushijima’s fingers and stared at him, as his boyfriend added one finger, pumping it out and in slowly.

“How does that feel, Wakatoshi-kun? Is it good~?”

“Mhm, yes...”, a moan escaped Ushjima’s open mouth as he put another finger in his hole. “Though, your fingers are -aah- longer.” He added a third and all Tendou could do was to look.

“You know that you are so beautiful, right, Wakatoshi-kun? I love you...” Tendou traced the curves of Usijima’s muscles with both hands, from his arms, to his chest, to his tonified abs.”...so much.”

“Ihm, Tendou~” “Yes, Toshi, dear?”

“I can’t wait anymore...I am ready, right now.” Tendou smirked and lowered himself, kissing his boyfriend’s neck, biting and sucking and enjoying the way the man was shivering below him.

Tendou got up and pulled his pants down to reveal that he wasn’t wearing boxers. And to reveal something else too. He had a preservative already prepared and put it quickly on his hard length. Ushijima was waiting for him on the bed, panting, his eyes closed.

He barely got any time to react when he felt Tendou get back on the bed. His boyfriend opened his legs, parting them as much as he could and aligning himself with Ushijima’s hole.

And then he slid in, only half-away. Ushijima grasped the sheets below him, a strangled moan escaping his lips.

“How’s that?”

“It’s good, please-mhm- go further.” And, so Tendou did. He pushed himself balls deep, letting his boyfriend to get used to it, and then he started to move, slowly, as he always did.

“Tendou~no teasing anymore.” Ushijima’s tone was low, lower than usual and his eyes sparkled with a dark look. This was one of the things that only Tendou got to see. He loved it.

“Well, the, if you’re looking at me like that, then you can’t expect me to hold back..” And he didn’t. He started to pound hard into Ushijima, that could not stop the sounds coming from him anymore. When Tendou found his prostate, he screamed and the red haired boy quickly silenced him with a sloppy and heated kiss.

“Shh, Wakatoshi-kun, or you’‘ll wake the others.” Ushijima nodded and buried his face into the crook of Tendou’s neck, biting hard, hard enough to make the other man moan loud.

The sound Tendou made almost sent Ushijima over the edge.

“Tendou-I think I am about..” “Yes, Wakatoshi-kun, I know, shh...I will take care of you.” And with that he grabbed Ushijima’s neglected cock into his hand and started pumping it in rhythm with his trusts.

It finished in less than a minute. Tendou was sitting atop his boyfriend, placing butterfly kisses wherever he could. He smirked when he saw the almost purple marks on his boyfriend’s neck.

“So, you are saying that you don’t have practice tomorrow, right, Wakatoshi-kun?”

“Yeah, it is Friday and all the team has a day off.” Tendou looked puzzled.

“Toshi, tomorrow is Thursday.”

Wakatoshi snapped his eyes open. Oops.

#haikyuu tendou #tendou x ushijima #haikyuu ushijima

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VII. Try Again

Summary: Reconciliation has arrived. And it hurts. Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader A/N: Phew! I got one more chapter for ya and then we’ll be finished, my loves.

Slow Like Honey Masterpost

You watch Sam take off into the crowd and groan lightly at the way he almost resembles the road runner from those old Saturday morning cartoons, billowing dust clouds behind him and all. Steve clears his throat beside you and finally, you turn begrudgingly to regard him.

It’s been three weeks since the parking lot catastrophe, and almost two months since you’ve broken up. He stands now, blocking the sun, so that you’re eclipsed by the cool shade of his figure. It feels ominous, like a foreshadowing of how he might always be someone who takes the light but gives the shade. In this moment, you are both thankful and wary of the shade.

“Hey,” his voice is soft and careful. “I uh--- just wanted to say hi.”

“Yep, you said it.” You smile back, so that any passerby or watcher might interpret the look as one of warmth; no one is close enough to hear the stiff tone. But, to make polite conversation, since he did stalk you all this way, you ask, “Sarah with you?”

Steve points to the popsicle truck where Sarah bounces on her feet with Marnie holding onto her hand. There is a baseball cap on her head and a slight residue of pasty sunscreen on her arms that are quickly becoming ruddy in the sun.

It’s a little disappointing to see her like this, attached to her babysitter’s hip rather than her father’s. You’ve always wondered what the point of having a child was if parents don’t consistently spend time with them. It seems hypocritical that Steve and Peggy’s relationship fell apart because of her inability to spend time with Sarah—but here he is, too: not spending time with Sarah.

As if he could read your souring look, Steve shoves his hands in his pocket.

“I took your advice, you know.”

Your eyes flicker up to his as he kicks at a patch of vibrant green grass inattentively, “She’s been seeing a counselor... there’s-- as you said, lots of discussion. About the divorce. It’s getting better.”

A family comes up behind you to grab a piece of pie, so you and Steve find the right moment to move away from the front of the dessert table, taking your conversation away from possible eavesdropping ears. Chatter rises from the background, full of laughter and children's joyful shrieking. Popsicles shine in the daytime sun, sugary ice in dazzling and flamboyant hues, waving in the air as their owners run across the lawn. Colorful celebration flags flop noisily in the wind, adding their own percussion.

“And I… listened to the other thing you said, too.”

Sarah calls and waves to you from the line, pointing to the menu. You wave back with your best excited teacher face.

There’s no memory of that conversation sparking in your mind. You’re sure you’ve always thought so because he works so damn much—but can’t recall when it came up until your eyes begin to roam over the faded shirt stretched tightly over his chest. Speckled and gray, and perplexingly familiar. “What th—"

Suddenly the hazy sensation of your knees softly thumping against wood cabinets doors rushes into your mind. Soft grunts. A breathy laugh and low moans.

Oh.

Embarrassment creeps over your cheeks when you remember the last time you saw that shirt.

No, it wasn’t much of a conversation then, rather, more like a plead—a sigh passing your lips to encourage his hands as they slid over your body. The shirt, that Monday, had stayed on you for the rest of the day, even as Steve aligned his hips behind yours on the other side of the mirror.

You remember, too, its hem being rucked up when he took you back to bed again only a few hours later, sunlight pouring over you both and illuminating the thread-bare stipples of grey and white as he busied himself between your thighs. Steve couldn’t stop grinning each time he mentioned, “I really like this shirt on you,” even as his face was pressed into your lap.

The same grin graces his mouth now as you pull the brim of your hat down over your face once more. It’s a futile attempt to shield yourself from him and his knowing look, catching you in that burning memory.

“What do you want, Steve?”

“I know this isn’t the best time...”

“Yeah, no kidding.” You hiss, but Sarah comes flying back with two popsicles in her hand, one melted orange drop splattering on your knee.

“Sorry!” She laughs before pushing it to Steve’s face, “Here you go, Daddy!!”

Then, she’s off again, tugging Marnie along as she finds Christine Parsons in the distance and jumps into her arms. It makes your heart hurt just a little, how easy it is for children to find solace in new caretakers. Even Sarah, whom you’ve grown so close to and spent personal time with, has seem to have forgotten all about you.

You can’t blame her, though, because it’s only the third week of class and all you think about every second of the day are your own twenty-four litter of students. Such is life in an elementary school. At least she’s not proclaiming her hatred for her teacher anymore.

But you watch Sarah dance around Christine now, tossing a beanbag in the air and catching it clumsily. In the small timespan of three weeks, she’s shot up another inch—growing so quickly from the already rapid change during the summer break. Her face has shifted slightly, elongating, nose becoming less round and taller, so many little details that add up to one seemingly giant transformation.

Yes. You understand Peggy Carter’s envy.

A bead of sweat trickles down your neck. Steve hands you the popsicle in his fist and you take it without thinking.

“I hired Sam after we--- you know, well…” He pauses, rubbing the back of his neck. “I realized my life needed some reupholstering. I had been too comfortable—falling into complacency, when I should have been paying more attention to the things that really matter.” His mouth turns into a forlorn crescent.

You glare, turning side to side, catching the eyes of the crowd shifting all around looking at the conversation that seems too serious to be in the middle of a bustling school picnic. He really has no sense at all, you think. Big, dumb, man.

Big, dumb, stupid, man.

Steve, unaware because he’s a big, dumb, stupid man, sighs as if he’s holding the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. “You told me you loved me, do you remember?”

To your right, a mother stops midway while reaching for a cut of brownie and you can see her eyes widen briefly before she quickly grabs the fudge square and plops it on her plate. She shuffles a little further away, but still in earshot as she pretends to look for another dessert for her tray. You think about saying something, but your eyes glaze over, trying to find the particular memory he’s referencing, instead.

No. Nothing. A cold trail slips down your palm and you realize the popsicle in your hand is dripping orange all the way down to your wrist.

Steve produces a tissue from his pocket and begins dabbing the melted ice away.

“I got ya.”

Your uninvited and eavesdropping audience member opens her mouth in a small round shape. Her eyebrows slope together as she absently places her hand to her chest, as if saying “aw.” Steve is tenderly wiping the bright orange trickle from your skin before he motions from the popsicle to your chin.

“You gonna eat that?”

When you stand too shocked and frankly flabbergasted to respond, he takes the opportunity to grab it and stick it in his own mouth, crunching the ice between his teeth and sucking the stick dry. A drop of sugar water lands in his beard.

“Huh--” He muses, “Thas pretty good!”

Your teeth gnash together in an attempt to push your suddenly growing smile away. Your eyes slip shut, frustrated with him. What the fuck, you think. Why is he like this? A smile weasels its way onto your face, tugging the left side of your mouth upward into a lopsided grin before you bite it down.

The mom, now taking an inordinate about of time to get a plate of dessert, smiles too.

“Is that a yes?” Steve whispers, peering down into your eyes. “You remember?”

“No.” You respond. “You’re being annoying. And messy.”

“Really?” He laughs, “Is that the best you got?”

Now you are glaring, because no, you’ve got so much more. He seems to pick up the cue and puts his hands up defensively. Then, out of reflex, Steve wipes your hand one more time for good measure. “Sorry, shouldn’t push it. Hey...” his voice grows softer now, and he leans in until you’re both sure the mother who is – goddamn it, still there—can no longer hear.

“Please give me another chance. Please, sweetheart. I really do love you.”

“Steve,” You snap, “That’s not something you say lightly. And it’s not something you say when you’re desperate, either. I have to go, and you should too because your daughter needs to spend time with you and not her babysitter, don’t you think?”

A sad smile tugs at his lips. “Yeah,” he admits, “Yeah. That’s why I hired Sam. He’s really good, you know? I wanted to show him the ropes around our fundraising events, but he’s been at the shop for almost a month now.”

It makes you pause.

“I’ve started taking off on the weekends. Come in just a few times—Wednesdays, for inventory. Fridays to prep for the Sunday rush. This is the first time I’ve called Marnie in almost a week.”

He looks so proud of himself, but he tucks his chin to his chest and regards you with shy eyes like a student waiting for a prize. Even his hands are inside his pockets again and he rocks back and forth on his heels, teeth tugging his heavy bottom lip gently. Big blue eyes. Stupid pretty eyelashes. Steven Grant Rogers knows exactly what he’s doing.

You begin to dig around in your purse in retaliation. Your fingers touch the edge of your phone—no, that’s not what you want. So, you continue to search as he waits.

Truly, you’re very proud of him-- beyond thrilled that he’s taken your advice to heart and has put Sarah first. Over at a game of cornhole, she cheers and claps when her teacher makes a beanbag in. Three weeks ago, that little girl was falling apart and cursing all of second grade.

The idea of him, finally not waking up at three in the morning and working until he literally drops seventeen hours later sweeps over your chest like a soothing current. You remember how exhausted he always was when you’d see him—and it was only summertime. His workload doubled with Sarah during the schoolyear. You remember coming over for spaghetti, and him, about to burst into tears while rolling meatballs.

It makes you relieved to know he would finally be taking care of not just his daughter, but himself as well.

Yes, you’re very proud of him.

Your fingers finally catch what you've been searching for. Slowly, with a ruinous smile, you peel off the points from the thin sheet of plastic and take it out of your purse.

“Congratulations, Steven,” you announce, sticking a quarter-sized and iridescent gold star over his chest. You hold up two thumbs and push them under his nose. “A-plus. Would you like a high-five, too?”

No, you’re not going to let him get away with his shit so easily.

Down the table, three more women have congregated, and they clap and cheer when Steve chuckles and leans his head back in mock defeat.

It’s four-thirty and you are slathering aloe vera on your shoulders when a knock pounds at your door. “No!” You yell, “Go away, Steve!”

You avoided him for the rest of the PTA Picnic, mingling with parents and your colleagues instead, but every time you would accidentally find his eyes over the yard, he’d smile at you. A few times, he actually waved. The star sticker, meant to be an insult, he wore as a badge of honor.

Big. Dumb. Stupid. Man.

Eventually, it got to the point where other people (other, other people, not just the eavesdropping mothers) noticed too. After the third person of the day asked if you were seeing Steve Rogers, you excused yourself and went home to nurse your growing sunburns.

“C’mon, hon!” Steve calls from the door, exceedingly pathetic.

“Fuck off!” Even though a laugh might escape.

“Sarah’s here!”

You yelp, because the f-bomb is fine and dandy, but not to her ears. When you yank the door open, wet glistening shoulders and all, ready to apologize... there’s no one there but Steve and two dozen roses freckled with baby’s breath and pearly wax flowers. Your arms cross and you think you might put your fist right through that outrageous arrangement. “Are you serious?”

Steve peeks over the massive amount of deep red and a river of words tumbles out.

“Yeah, Sam was positive that he clocked a flowers-and-chocolate girl from meeting you just one time and wouldn’t let me go without these. Figured it couldn’t hurt... but I got you something else...” He pulls a brown paper bag from behind his back and dangles it one-strapped from his pointer finger.

Two loaves of banana bread sit sandwiched next to each other inside- not even wrapped, just embedded in crinkled confetti-colored butcher paper. On top, a similarly colored scrap has scrawled in rushed and sloppy all-caps handwriting: UNLIMITED BANANA BREAD-- CAP&CO!

“You’re such an idiot.” You berate.

“I know!” Steve cries, “I know! I know! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, please let me come in so I can talk to you. God, please? Even if it’s just so you can yell at me some more?”

“I am not yelling at you.” You retort, but let him in, anyway. “You’ll know when I’m yelling.”

Steve sits cautiously on the couch, places your gifts on the coffee table, and then looks around curiously. Things are a little different since he’s been here last. There are more plants, and you’ve gotten a little square bookshelf positioned in the corner of the room by the T.V. The kitchen even hangs a few wooden panels with abstract strokes and your corkboard of polaroid photos has been changed out for small doodles and tiny watercolor pieces.

He realizes, as he peeks over into the dining room, that you’ve been painting in his absence. Each picture is more refined than the last, as if you’ve been practicing. His little hobby that he pressed upon you hastily, you’ve taken to heart and improved on, even though he’s been gone.

It probably hurt so bad, he thinks, to have those paints in your house, to be reminded of him. Steve shuts his eyes and counts to ten. He doesn’t deserve you, but he wants you. He wants you so much.

“So?” You ask, brow furrowed on the sofa chair to his right. Now that he’s physically inside your apartment, the mood has changed considerably. The snarky banter in public and goading at the door has transformed into solemn and dead air. You don’t know what he might say, and even worse, you don’t know what it is you’ll do in return.

It’s easy. So easy to care for him. So easy to fall back into that routine of being with Steve Rogers.

But he’s shown you that he finds it easy to return to Peggy, too. And you— the easiest one of them all, will just forgive him for it? Your breath sticks to your lungs and refuses to come out. If you could go back to that day in bed and have pleaded with him not to pick up the phone, you probably would.

No, that’s too simple. It’s childish, and naïve, too.

“I’m sorry.” Steve finally speaks into the silence of your living room. His hands are folded over his knees, and he is looking at you like he is trying to bury those words inside your body. He calls your name. “Baby, I am so sorry. I am so goddamn sorry.”

It hurts. It hurts all over, but you won’t let him see you cry. “Okay.” You reply tepidly. Sorry isn’t enough.

“The truth is, I made a mistake. A really big mistake, and what’s worse is, I was too scared to admit it. I could think up of a million reasons why —about Peggy, or Sarah… It’s… so hard.” Steve puts his head in his hands, “The hard thing is that I have always been… stubborn. I was stubborn enough to move Sarah here by myself. I was stubborn to think that I could raise her on my own. Obviously, I couldn’t; I was falling apart, working too much, didn’t know how to talk to my daughter… and hadn’t spoken to Peggy in months. God, I hated being away from Sarah. And when an easy road made its presence known to me— I went right for it.”

You want to focus on his words, because you know he means them, but a part of you begins to disengage to ease your own suffering.

“You got caught right up in the middle of it.” Steve whispers, choked on his sentences. “I wanted to badly to make my family work again, I didn’t realize that family doesn’t need to mean… what I think it means. It can be anything. And love can be anything.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Steve?”

The both of you are in tears now. Your breath comes out in short and sharp puffs as you try to contain the pooling wells of your eyes. Steve’s own face is flushed pink, as wipes his cheeks with the heel of his palm.

“Honey,” he stutters, “I love you. I love you so much. I know your love and it’s wonderful.”

“Y-you didn’t even c-call— I’m not— I’m not a fucking back up plan, Steve!”

He rushes off the couch in a fumble of noisy limbs and falls to your feet on his knees. You retreat into the cushion of the sofa chair, legs drawn and wrap your arms around yourself. Instinctively, you want to be protected from the hurt-- from him. You’re a jumble of wracked sobs and groans as your head begins to pound.

“I know you’re not.” His arms wrap around yours, digging behind your back as he shifts to move onto the seat as well. You’re an absolute mess, completely shattered into pieces in his embrace, jaw clenched and frozen as your eyes leak all the way down to your neck.

Steve holds on tighter, buries his head into your neck where droplets run down your shoulder and onto your back. He rubs your spine gently, shushing your cries.

He feels so warm and good to lean into. And in this moment of weakness and sadness, all you want is that warmth again, just for a single minute— even if it’s foolish.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I was afraid and stupid. I thought it would be easier to go back to something I had already known, but I know now that being with you is what I really want. Your love is a wonderful thing. I’m so sorry I ruined it.”

He says it into the top of your head, his warm breath washing over you with each exhale. Steve pulls you to his chest and you can hear his heart hammering in his ribcage. Your own is near identical to his, deafeningly loud in the quiet rest of the apartment. His hands rub up and down your arms.

“Could you love me again?” He asks softly. “Could you try? I won’t let you down this time... I swear.”

His words are sweet like the very honey he stirs into his recipes. They slide down his tongue and out his mouth and soak you in their sticky, syrupy promise. You pull away and look into his eyes, red and blue, glassy and crawling with veins. He wipes a tear from your cheek, and you do the same to him.

Everything is fuzzy. You feel worn down and scattered about, pieces of you lost and trying to find each other.

The two of you sit there, looking at one another on the tiny sofa couch. Then, distractedly, you sniff.

“Where is Sarah?”

Steve erupts into a sharp, wet, laugh before he inhales and blinks his tears away, “God, I thought you were going to headbutt me.” He admits.

“She’s with Marnie at a movie. I asked her to give me an hour and a half before dinner. Time’s almost up.” When you hum softly, he takes the opportunity to press his nose against yours. When you sigh, he does it again before sliding his lips over your mouth.

“I love you.” He whispers against your cheek. One then the other, he places kisses over your face. “I love you.” Your tongue sits swollen in your mouth, unable to find the right words for this moment. “I’d never say it if I didn’t mean it.”

You feel both heavy and weightless, wavering between acceptance and denial. “I--I don’t know, Steve.” You whisper.

“Let’s try again, baby,” he pleads, trailing his lips over your jaw, the two of you scrunched up like pretzels, legs entwined, arms linked and gripped tight.

It’s obvious why clichés like breakup sex and secret relationships are exciting. The aspect of having a potentially glorious thing one last time is a thrill. This, too-- this apologetic, tender, intimacy-- is thrilling. Steve Rogers, torn open and laid bare for you, waiting for you, pleading for you, makes your stomach flip and sink.

He smells like sandalwood and pine. Clean shampoo and summer sun. You try to swallow the deadened weight of your tongue away, but it only grows larger.

Finally, you sigh, wipe your face one last time, and wipe his eyes too. With a crooked smile, you say, “Let’s go get Sarah.”

The car ride to Steve’s house is as quiet as a funeral. Your radio remains off the whole time and your brain is wiped completely blank by sheer emotional exhaustion. Any time a thought of whether you’ve done the right or wrong thing arises, it turns into snowy static and disappears. Maybe you’re a saint. Or an idiot. Maybe idiots can also be saints, and maybe that’s what you are.

What you really want is to stop feeling so much. The ache has subsided but its now replaced by unease laced with a steady drumbeat of something that resembles elation. You can’t help but feel excited again, because Steve is here. Steve is back. Steve has promised. And you hope he will deliver. Your chest thumps noisily and at light speed when you remember how happy he made you just a few months ago.

The reality of that approaching happiness resurrects itself inside of you, taking off on eagerly flapping wings.

Yet, the concerned part of you still stands planted on the earth, arrow raised and nocked, waiting to loose the bolt to shoot that bird down.

The two of them watch each other guardedly as they grow further and further apart.

You turn off the engine and meet him on the sidewalk where he stands waiting patiently. Marnie’s car isn’t here yet, so he leads you inside by the hand and brings you a glass of water, observing you all the while.

“What?” You ask hoarsely after a big gulp.

He smiles—wide, blindingly white, reminiscent of the old wallpaper on your phone. “Just glad you’re here.” He says, suddenly shy.

“Yeah,” You reply sadly, “Me too. I think.”

Steve takes the glass from your hand and sets it on the countertop. “It’s okay.” He whispers, tugging lightly on your finger like a lost child, “It’s okay.”

A knock from the front door pulls your attention away and you can hear Sarah chattering on the other side. Marnie opens the door with her spare key and Sarah leads here in with a half-eaten bag of popcorn clutched to her chest. She does look so tall now, you think, and older with her hair pulled back into a ponytail and her jawline beginning to angle just slightly more like her father’s.

“Hi daddy!” She says in-between a crunching mouthful, and then pauses when she sees you behind her father. “Hi!!! Wow! Are you gonna stay for a sleepover? Daddy doesn’t work tomorrow! Can we go somewhere?”

She places the bag on the nearest counter and runs over to where you stand by the coffee table, jumping right up into your arms.

You stumble, because she’s even bigger than the last time she did it, and your life flashes before your eyes.

This time, because he was expecting it, Steve catches you against his chest and sets you right. Marnie smiles and waves goodbye from the doorway.

You wash dishes side-by-side in the kitchen after Steve tucks Sarah into bed at eight. She’s worn out from spending her day outside and running around so much that over dinner you watched her nearly doze off while eating her vegetables.

Steve had made dinner with fluffy brown rice and sautéed shrimp and lemon zest. On the side, he steamed summer squash and cut fresh slices of sweet peppers. Once more, you and Sarah set the dinner table and poured the drinks while he arranged the plates.

Dessert was simple: plump, blood red cherries from the farmer’s market. Sarah splashed burgundy over her shirt, and you dabbed some vinegar on it before rinsing it out for her in the restroom. Her nose had scrunched up at the smell and she pretended to barf until she actually dry heaved a little.

Huh. Second grade, you thought, as you backed away from her.

Patting the dishes dry, you stack them neatly into their respective cabinets before washing your own hands. Steve brushes a strand of your hair away from your face and leads you back to the couch where it’s safe: neither too forward nor too modest. Appropriate enough for two adults to talk while Sarah sleeps in her room with the door cracked.

Her bedtime playlist slips down the hall as a tinny, melodic voice. The lights are dimmed low, just enough for the two of you to see each other and not much else.

His hands sandwich yours and he places them in his lap. As he turns to look at you, the lamp behind his head illuminates his long hair, casting radiance all around him. Your breath quickens.

Big. Stupid. Beautiful. Man.

“You know what I thought the first time I met you?” He asks suddenly, a sly smile growing on his face. You frown. The hand on top of yours brushes over your knuckles, fingers rubbing back and forth slowly as he continues, “I thought—”

“I was too young.” You interject, rolling your eyes at the memory of his crass words at Open House.

“Yes.” He laughs. “I did think you were too young. Inexperienced. I had this idea of what a teacher should have been… But then—” he snickers again suddenly, clapping his hand over yours, “then you handed me your resume and flicked me off at the same time.”

You grin, because yeah, you remember that, too. It was a pretty audacious move on your part, but he had really pissed you off. “Is that what won you over?”

“Yeah. It really was. It was impressive—your resume, and your middle finger.”

“I didn’t like you very much when I met you.” You admit, “Didn’t like you … for a long time.”

“Oh, I know, sweetheart.” Steve chuckles, “You would literally run away from me. I had to chase you down with a plate of food-- with specially made banana bread! Jesus, that recipe was so hard.”

“Well, Steve Rogers,” You sigh, “Thank God I like you now.”

“Not God,” Steve corrects, “Thank Bucky. He really set me straight— twice.”

Steve told you once over a conversation all about Bucky and Natasha, the two old friends you briefly met in early June. Bucky was the one who had encouraged Steve to ask you in the first place. You remember replying how you’d have to thank him next time you see him for giving Steve the idea. Apparently, you’ll have to thank him again, too.

“He pretty much yelled at me for twenty minutes after… you know.”

“You deserved it.” You say.

“Yeah,” Steve replies, “I really did.”

Then, after a moment of silence, because both of you are unsure where to take this conversation next—too soon to apologize again and too soon to start acting like nothing is wrong again, Steve clears his throat.

“I talked to Peggy, after the airport.” He says carefully, as if the very mention of her name might make you burst into tears. You’re pleasantly surprised when it doesn’t, but again, it wasn’t her you had been upset with. So, you nod quietly and wait for him to continue.

“I think... we’re all on the same page.”

“Which page is that?”

“That you’re too good for me.”

It’s supposed to come out as a humorous thing, a thing you would laugh at and tell him the opposite. He even holds his breath in wait for the moment when your laugh would escape in a joyful exhale, but instead you glare. “I’m just a person.” You say grimly, and he doesn’t quite understand why the joke that was supposed to be funny has suddenly turned serious.

“I’m just a person. Not a substitute. Not a replacement guardian. Not an idea of a lover or mother or--”

“Woah!” And then the tears are falling down your face again and Steve’s chest feels like it might break open. “Honey, I don’t love you as anyone but yourself. I love you as the caring teacher. The… new painter?” He offers you a sweet smile, “The funny, beautiful, glorious, and gracious girlfriend…”

“My girlfriend?” He asks bashfully.

A small laugh escapes as you wipe your eyes, “Don’t forget I’m good in bed, too.” You tack on jokingly.

Steve puts his forehead in his hand, “Jeez, you gotta meet Bucky again. You two are two of a kind.”

He peeks at you between his fingers. A slow, tender gaze, full of affection and promise. Steve bites his bottom lip, looks at you with hooded eyes and takes a deep breath in. His tongue rubs against the edge of his teeth. “Can’t wait to spend time with just you.” He says in a single quick breath. “I want to make you feel better, baby.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling. “Don’t disappoint me, Rogers.”

The comment that is meant to be a joke flips on its head. Steve surges forward and tucks both arms under yours, pressing his chest to your chest, burying his face into your neck. “I won’t.” He murmurs, pained. His beard tickles when it scrapes against your skin, but his hot breath wicks it away.

“I won’t ever again.”

“Okay, Steve” You sigh, cheek resting on his head, “Okay.”

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Catch-22 // h. iwaizumi

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part 13

Iwaizumi has only ever been truly mad at you twice in your life.

The first time was way back in your first year. You had to dig deep into your memories if you wanted to find it, burying it under other things that took precedence in your life like your shoe size, Oikawa’s favorite boba drink (taro milk tea with white pearls), the fact that Hanamaki had to have all his pen caps aligned with the label or else he couldn’t write, the way Iwaizumi liked to eat his cereal (he never drinks the milk left over) and Matsukawa’s least favorite exercise (mountain climbers).

You can’t remember what it had been about, something so trivial it had slipped your mind entirely but you remembered the look on his face.

Iwaizumi has many facial expressions when he tries to be scary. There’s the regular one that he has when Oikawa decides to do something dumb and must be reprimanded for it, the one he has to give Kyoutani when he decides to act up and the intimidating one that he uses with the rest of the boys when some idiot decides to make a move on you but the one you saw that day? That one was completely different. This one was…

Dangerous

You know danger when you see it, each part of your body telling you to get out of there when he had loomed over you, pure anger and power emitting from his body. Even at the tender age of 15, Iwaizumi was built bigger than you, taller than you, stronger than you and you knew that you never stood a chance against him.

You remember being too scared to breathe properly, shallow breaths coming out of your mouth because you were terrified of making the wrong move as you warily watch Iwaizumi seethe with anger in front of you.

Iwaizumi is not explosive. He does not scream or yell or throw things but he does not shut down either. He stands and waits for you to make a wrong move and then he snaps, like a snake does to a mouse.

You had never felt more like prey in your life under his gaze.

You remember your heart thudding too loud in your ears when he moved ever the slightest, flinching out his way as fast as possible.

You remember forcing an apology out of your too-tight throat and dry mouth and Iwaizumi’s hard stare.

Do you really think I want to hear your apology?

Sorry, sorry

Shut the fuck up and stop saying sorry, you’re not helping anyone

Memories of that night are hazy and you remember only fragments, pieces of what happened. You remember Iwaizumi’s mom opening the door, yellow light from the hallway spilling into his dim bedroom. You remember the sound of your footsteps on the asphalt as you ran home, fingers clutching your shirt so tightly, you had grown numb. You remember your mom asking why you were crying and then your soft pillow hitting your head when you fell asleep.

It took you over a month to fully come back to Iwaizumi, even after he had apologized for his behavior, looking like a puppy with his tail in between his legs. You spent most of your time around him like a wounded animal, hiding behind Oikawa or Hanamaki when he was near or just fully leaving the room when it was just you and him alone

When you finally relaxed around Iwaizumi again, he had immediately engulfed you in a hug so hard, it sent the both of you tumbling to the floor. His grip never loosened on your shirt, wrinkling it in his grasp as he whispered apologies into the crook of your neck and swore up and down, cross my heart and hope to die that he would never do it to you again and you believed him because he is not a liar.

Despite the upholding of his promise and your trust in him, you never forgot the way he looked that night, even when you could no longer remember the details.

The second time he was angry at you was in the empty classroom of Aoba Johsai after class, later that day

Iwaizumi has made up his mind to try and work things out with Ryuoko, no matter what anyone else had been telling him.

You should have waited longer

She’s staying away from you to help your relationship

He unconsciously made a face at his memories, pressing his pencil into his paper a bit too hard until the tip broke off. How would they know if you actually liked him or not?

There’s no point in getting his hopes up for nothing.

“Iwaizumi, is there something about my notes that you don’t like that you have to make that face?”

He blinked when his literature teacher suddenly loomed within his line of vision. He hears the sound of your soft snickering and the teacher’s bushy eyebrows look like they’re dancing with how much they wiggle.

He whispers an apology and the teacher walks back up to the front of the room, rapping his desk twice and reminding the students they had an exam coming up so there was no time to be angry at the material.

Although he hates to admit it, the sound of your laughter is always comforting to his ears and his shoulders relax against his better judgement.

His hand encircles her wrist after classes end, gently pulling Ryuoko into the stairwell where students had begun racing down to go home or to clubs.

The both of them wait, Ryuoko’s nails tapping against her phone screen while Iwaizumi grips the phone in his pocket a little too hard.

When the sounds inside the school begin to quiet down until there’s only muffled laughter coming from inside the classrooms and coaches barking out instructions from the fields outside that float in through the open windows, Ryuoko finally looks up.

“Do you have an answer for me?”

Her tone is condescending almost, as though she was scolding a child. Iwaizumi bites back the wave of irritation at this, reminding himself of what he had initially come to do.

“I do but-”

“If you’re choosing me, there’s no ‘buts’. This conversation is over if you choose your friends”

Ryuoko turns to walk away. Panic rises in Iwaizumi’s throat and he throws himself in front of her, effectively cutting off her getaway.

“Please listen to what I have to say”

She regards him for a few moments, brown eyes honing in on every detail of his face before taking a step back. “Okay, so talk”

The speech that Iwaizumi had so carefully prepared in class instead of taking notes (he reminded himself he needed to ask a classmate for their copy) died on his tongue when he looked up to meet her eyes.

“Look I-, I just-, can’t I still hang out with my friends and still be with you?” He rubbed his knuckles underneath his thumb, searching for the right words to say. “I’ve always done everything you’ve asked and a relationship is about two people who trust each other. Don’t you trust me enough to let me hang out with my friends and be with you?”

Feeling a bit more confident in himself, Iwaizumi continued on. “I always do my best so you can trust me and-”

“So you choose your friends?”

Iwaizumi stared at Ryuoko with an astonished look on his face. Did she just ignore everything he said?

“What the fuck are you talking about? Ryuoko, did you just not hear anything I was saying?” Iwaizumi spluttered, extremely confused at the turn of events. The interaction could almost be considered comedic, if he was an outsider looking in.

“What I heard was you giving me a long winded explanation over you choosing your friends over me”

“I didn’t even say that! I just wanted to tell you that even though you’re my girlfriend-” he put extra emphasis on the word ‘girlfriend’ in hopes she’d understand what he was trying to say, “- they’re still my friends and that’s all they are”

It almost seems like Ryuoko is on board with Iwaizumi, his little rant beginning to sway her and he internally praises himself until he sees her gaze harden.

“And what about [surname]? You won’t hang out with her anymore?”

Ah yes, the age old argument was making its comeback.

“She’s my friend” Iwaizumi almost yells in the empty staircase, his frustration getting the best of him “Don’t you trust me?”

“Not when you’re around her!”

“What does that even mean?”

Ryuoko took a step closer to him, a glossy nail poking into his blazer. “You honestly can’t tell me that you don’t treat her differently from the rest of your friends”

His argument dies on his tongue when she says that and she smiles, one that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “You can’t even argue against that”

“Like I said before, choose me or your friends. Let me know when you’ve finally given up on her”

She might as well have just pulled back and thrown a punch in Iwaizumi’s face by saying those words. He stands there in shock even when she walks away from him, the sound of her footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

You frantically searched your bag for your keys, haphazardly throwing the contents of your bag onto the steps you were sitting on. Oikawa narrowly avoided a pencil flung in his direction, letting out a yelp of surprise and throwing himself onto Matsukawa, who only caught him with a grunt.

“Cutie-chan! Watch where you’re throwing your stuff!”

You mumble an apology, shaking your bag in hopes your keys would magically fall out, despite you having already thrown all your belongings out onto the floor. Much to your dismay, only a few pieces of ripped up papers and torn gum wrappers fell out.

“Looking for something?” Hanamaki asked, an eyebrow raised at the mess you had made around them.

“I can’t find my keys” You groan, throwing your head back and Hanamaki shoots forward so you crash your head onto his palm and not onto the stair behind you. “I’m so screwed if I lose them again! I am not climbing in through the window again”

“Where are your parents?” Hanamaki asks, wrinkling his nose when his hand was beginning to go numb. You smiled sheepishly, pushing yourself back up into a sitting position.

“Went out for a trip”

“Your brother?”

You sigh, beginning to collect your belongings around you. “He’s at some judo tournament in Tokyo. I’m supposed to meet up with them after my entrance exam”

You crammed the rest of your belongings into various pockets, thanking Oikawa who had silently begun handing you the objects that were just out of reach. Matsukawa watched as you stuffed loose papers and stray pens into your bag, shaking his head silently. “No wonder you can’t find anything”

Crumpling up a piece of paper, you threw it at him, silently cursing your horrible aim when it missed him by a mile. “Be quiet”

“Did you check your classroom? You might’ve dropped it” Hanamaki says, watching you pout animatedly, lower lip jutting out and trembling ever the slightest as you tried to formulate a plan to get back into your house.

You stare at him blankly. Hanamaki wonders if you‘ve been hit in the head with a volleyball lately with how slow your reactions were.

“Oh yeah. I’ll go do that now”

You stood up from the step, Hanamaki sitting up slightly to help you brush away the dirt that had accumulated on the backs of your legs. Hanamaki and Matsukawa wave goodbye, Matsukawa’s hand holding onto the back of Oikawa’s shirt as he tries to go with you, screaming something about it being unsafe to go anywhere alone “you’re too cute for them! You need to be protected- Matsukawa let me go, you’re just going to send [name]-chan to their death like this?”

You tell yourself he’s being overdramatic, just like usual and wave away your friends who promise they’ll still be here waiting for you to come back but there’s this unnerving feeling that’s eating away at your stomach that tells you to take him.

You tell yourself you’re being paranoid, you only need to get your keys and come back. It shouldn’t take anymore than a few minutes. With that, you push open the doors to the school building and ascend up the staircase.

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foreverthesickestkidz · 4 years

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i’ll put a summary here at some point but yeah it’s a serial killer!mark tuan au okay

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten

warnings: cursing, mentions toxic relationship, i think that’s it but this is a serial killer au so read w caution anyway

authors note: this is a short & shitty chapter but it gets better i swear lol

masterlist | guidelines | lullaby m.list

Jaebum’s office at the Eclipse Police Station was pretty clean. The sort of clean that those who just walk in and look around some don’t pick up on the reality that almost everything in it was covered in a thin layer of dust, the small carpet in the middle of the tiled floor was pulling apart at the seams, and the clock on the wall was twenty-two minutes fast. But, Jinyoung grew to pinpoint every miniscule detail of the Police Chief’s office while he sat there for hours at a time. Jinyoung’s back honestly started to hurt around the end of the first hour, and his patience with the Chief was little to none when they started this meeting, and by the end he knew he’d be ready to pounce.

“Detective, I hope you’re paying attention. There was another death last night,” Jinyoung snapped his attention away from the fraying rug and back to Jaebum.

“Yes sir, but with all due respect, sir,” Jinyoung pushed himself up in the chair, “I already know what you’re going to tell me.”

Jaebum raised an eyebrow, “And what could that be?”

“That it doesn’t show a link to any of the murders, and if I go ask the coroner what the autopsy results were, he’ll say the victim died from the fire,” Jinyoung was growing more frustrated by the second. “Which is absolute bullshit, I saw the body! It had major injuries that a damn house fire couldn’t have caused!”

Jaebum’s jaw clenched, “You have no idea what you saw, Detective. That body was burnt to hell, nobody could tell anything. We still don’t even know who he is!”

Jinyoung shook his head and stood, “Alright, sir. It was the house fire. Have a blessed night.” He knew arguing was no use, he’d seen four other cases mirroring this one. All cases tended to wear on Jinyoung’s heart, but these past four were worse. The first time he noticed the body’s clear fatal wounds didn’t align with the Chief and the Coroner’s story, he figured Jaebum was right, he really was just seeing things. The next two times he opted to keep his mouth shut about it, figuring if he was the only one seeing anything wrong than maybe there wasn’t anything wrong. But, this last case pushed him to the limit.

Jinyoung drove home in silence. His head filled with millions of thoughts at once, as he watched the road ahead of him.

Something isn’t right

What do I do?

Who could I go to?

Would anyone believe me?

Why are they doing this?

Unanswered questions ate away at the young detective’s mind and morals. Once home, Jinyoung decided he needed a drink, and popped the cap off the last bottle of Soju in his refrigerator

****

Professor Lee opened the door to his office, politely greeting you and allowing you to enter.

“Y/n! Hello! It’s good to meet you.” Professor and attorney Lee’s smile was present, but ever distant.

You smiled and greeted him as you took your seat at the table. There were several other men present and you gave a small nod to them each.

Professor Lee sat at the head of the table, laced fingers placed on the dark wood ahead of him.

“We will begin our meeting with with some introductions, and what your jobs will be as interns,”

After the meeting finally ended, you sat in your car for a moment checking your messages.

Double B:

-hey lets chill later i miss u

Jackson Wang:

-we need to talk

-meet me somewhere soon

(123)456-7890

-Hey y/n it’s Mark

The last message you read made you smile. You decided to just call Mark while you drive home since you were excited to talk, but didn’t want to text and drive.

He surprisingly picked up after two rings.

“Y/n? Hey, what’s up?”

Your grin widened at the sound of his voice.

“Hey, I just got done with my internship. I thought I’d call while I drive home.” You shifted the car into reverse and pulled out of the parking lot. “Why were you there, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Without missing a beat, Mark answered.

“I went to see a friend of mine that works there, actually.”

“Oh okay. I met a few people during my meeting, maybe I know your friend!”

“Ah, so that’s what you were doing there. I take it you’re a law student?” Mark twirled his pen through his fingers as he spoke, a nervous habit he picked up from Jaebum.

“Yeah! I’m almost done, though. It’s my last year,”

Mark caught himself smiling at your excitement. He’d never found joy in anyone else’s happiness before that very moment.

“So you’re just the whole package then, huh?” You could hear his grin.

Giggling, you questioned him. “What do you mean?”

Mark’s heart bloomed at the sound of your giggle, and he found himself wanting to hear it again and again.

“I mean you’re intelligent, that’s a given,” he chuckled, “but also, your beauty is astonishing. You’re magnificent.”

You turned the corner, nearing your apartment complex.

“...really? You really think that?” You were sure your face was neon red.

“Of course, babydoll. I would never lie to someone so innocent.”

His voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“How come you think I’m innocent?” You giggled again.

Mark smirked and took his bottom lip between his teeth. He deeply wished you were there with him at that moment.

“I can always tell who’s innocent and who’s guilty,”

****

Jackson’s Corvette sat glittering in the moonlight in front of your apartment. He pulled the key out as he exited the luxurious car.

Night had fallen upon the shoulders of Eclipse once again, and with it came the horrors of murder.

Weeks had passed since you moved back into town, and August heat had turned into September’s red leaves. The murders continued on, and with Bambam’s absence until November, he made you swear you’d let either Jackson or Yugyeom stay with you at night.

They traded off shifts every other day, and honestly you were relieved it was Jackson’s turn.

You were slightly startled by the sound of the turning lock, but quickly calmed at the sight of Jackson Wang in all his glory.

“You scared me half to death, Jackson. I told you to knock first!” You rolled your eyes and looked back down at the textbook in your lap. You’d been on the couch for hours studying the same few chapters.

“Sorry, princess. I always forget.” He winked at you as he dropped his keys into the small glass bowl by the door. The irony set in when you remembered that Yugyeom got it for you.

You huffed and roughly rubbed your eyes.

“This is ridiculous. I don’t need a babysitter,” Jackson sat down next to you, and you turned and sat criss cross facing him, “and stop calling me that. We’re not friends anymore, Jackson.”

He studied your eyes for a moment before speaking.

“I’m not babysitting you, I’m upholding my word. I told Bambam I’d do this so here I am,” he ran a hand through his hair, “and I know you hate me for how I handled everything between you and Yugyeom, but I didn’t know what else to do. He’s my best friend, y/n.” Jackson turned to look at the wall, lost in thought.

“I don’t like this, y/n. I wish everything could go back to how it was a year ago.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head in disbelief.

“You wish what?! Jackson, how could you say that? A year ago everything may have been perfect for you, but I was miserable.” You closed your textbook and walked out onto the balcony. The sea of lights illuminated your frustrated facial expression.

Jackson followed quickly behind, leaning against the railing beside you.

“You seemed happier then,” he almost whispered. “I noticed it, though. I noticed the change. When I first met you, you were unstoppable. You held the world at your fingertips, eyes wide and sparkling at every new adventure.” He paused and shook his head lightly. “Yugyeom was an asshole. You made him feel things he’d never known, but he didn’t know how to handle it. So, naturally he revered back to what he knew, to what he saw his parents do.”

You felt a tear threaten to fall.

“The most important thing right now to me, is that you come back to being yourself. If that takes hating me and Yugyeom, fine. But if your new boyfriend takes any progress away from you healing, I swear to God, y/n. I will end his shit. I made a mistake in defending Yugyeom, and I won’t make it again.”

***

Mark noticed the Corvette the moment he pulled his Hummer into the parking lot. After being together for weeks now, he learned of Bambam’s rule. He wasn’t happy with it, but he tried to understand from his perspective anyway. Jackson being in your apartment was annoying, but he was just an inconvenience at most. Yugyeom on the other hand, caused Mark’s temper to reach concerning levels. He was relieved it was just Jackson there today.

He knocked on your door before sliding the key into the lock. You decided giving him a key couldn’t be any worse than Yugyeom and Jackson having one, and Mark was your boyfriend now after all.

He found you on the balcony alone, sitting in the ground peering through the bars at the silent town.

“Y/n, I know it’s kinda late for dinner, but I brought you something to eat.”

You turned around and Mark’s heart ached at the sight of tears staining your cheeks.

He kneeled down, silver chains smacking together from the sudden movement. He placed his calloused hands on your cheeks, thumbing away the tears.

“Babydoll, what happened?” His voice was so gentle it shocked even him. He never knew he was capable of being so soft until you walked into his life. “Where’s Jackson?”

You sniffled and smiled softly to your boyfriend. “I think he went to sleep already… nothing really happened, I just, I just,” your lip started trembling again and Mark sat down with his back against the bars, pulling you into his arms.

“Shhh, it’s okay babydoll. I got you, nothing gonna hurt you,” he whispered into your hair.

You took a deep breath and relaxed into his arms.

“I’m scared, Mark. So many people are dying. What if I’m next?”

The comment made Mark cuddle you tighter.

“Nobody’s going to hurt you, let’s go eat and watch Disney movies, okay?” His smile made you feel better, and you found yourself grinning back at him.

“You know me so well already,” you giggled as he picked you up and brought you inside.

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flamebearrel · 4 years

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Split Number One

Fandom: Super Smash Bros

Synopsis: It was simple, really. Three formidable fighters, or at least two and a kid trying his best, but only one could be saved. As experienced, top-notch heroes, Mario and Kirby should have seen it all before. They could have easily made the right choice. Yet they didn't. And it doesn't seem the winner understands.

Word Count: 1607

Original Post Date: March 6, 2019

Characters: Villager, Mario, Kirby (Minor Master Hand, Sheik, Marth, Galeem)

Ships: None

Trigger Warnings: None

Other Notes: I see Villager as a kid (like twelve years old); Kirby can talk with a simple vocabulary; the Trophy rules kind of align with Subspace

Ao3 Link

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Victory!

The R.O.B. clone fell to the floor before melting into a puddle of gold. As the substance slowly evaporated, they watched the Spirit inside rise from it. Mario gave a little smile. The Spirit floated for a moment, seeming to give a nod of appreciation, before flying away from the path and into safety.

“...I’m pretty sure that Guardian Spirit isn’t something we should just let go around,” Mario thought aloud, picking up the tiny puffball by his feet. Kirby blinked in response.

“Is that okay?”

“Eh, probably not, but don’t worry. There’s bigger things to think about.” The plumber put a hand on his friend’s head. “Let’s-a keep going, little guy.”

There were trophies on three sides of the courtyard, standing silently. The once-shimmering blue hair of the Hero King on the left had dulled. They looked up ahead, where Sheik towered menacingly, eyes void of any emotion. To the right stood the shortest of the three, Villager, with the smile he usually wore to battle wiped off his face.

Glancing between them, Mario felt something stir inside of him. Dismay, perhaps? All these fighters, individually trapped in eternal stasis, while he was up and running. With that train of thought, choosing who to save first felt like playing favorites.

So he’d leave that to his partner. The man with the red cap lowered Kirby to the floor again, asking, “Who do you want to help first?”

The puffball paused for a moment before running up to Villager. “Him!”

“Sounds good to me,” Mario said with a nod. Reaching down, counting in his head, the plumber tapped the base of the trophy and waited for the fight to begin.

It wasn’t that difficult with the both of them there. As Mario landed the final Super Jump Punch and sent Villager through the blast zone, the ropes of light circling his body tore to pieces. The mayor fell to the ground, battered, unconscious.

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

“Kirby,” Villager muttered, “Mario… what are you… ow, everything hurts…”

Immediately Kirby ran to him, ducking under the weakened fighter’s arm. “It’s okay.” He pushed, trying to help Villager up. “You’re okay now.”

“Huh…?”

As he got to his feet, the third member took in his surroundings. “Where are we…? How did we get here? I can only remember the light.”

Mario nodded. “That’s what we’ve-a been calling this place, the ‘World of Light’! Though I wish it was as pleasant as it sounded. We should… probably find a better name-”

“I’d say.” Holding Kirby’s stubby hand in his own, Villager stepped towards the center of the courtyard. “With all this ‘light, light, light’, I’m surprised we all aren’t blind by n-…”

There was nothing to do but trail off as the mayor rested his eyes on the other two trophies. He didn’t respond. For a moment, all that was there was the weight of the situation finding a seat in an audience of shoulders.

Then the plumber cleared his throat.

“Oh, uh…” Snapping back to the present, Villager turned to them again. “Sorry, I… we should probably help them out now, huh?”

“Just what I was thinking.”

With that, Kirby sauntered to Sheik. “Here, then! If we keep going, we can save everyone!” He reached out to tap the base of the ninja’s trophy. “So let’s-”

Flash.

The three of them jolted, grouping together at the center of the courtyard in sight of the giant hand that was suddenly there. It was a Master Hand clone, again, looming above.

“Stay behind me,” Mario growled. A fireball flickered into the palm of his hand and he took a step toward the clone-

But the right hand didn’t want to fight. He simply snapped his fingers, and bam, something was there. They could do nothing but watch in dismay as glowing energy shields formed around Sheik and Marth. And then the clone was gone, and Mario extinguished his fireball and everything was cold.

What could anyone say?

Mario ventured, “Well. This might be a bit harder than we thought.”

Then, all of a sudden, Villager was sprinting toward the shield, shrieking, “No! No, you can’t do that! You can’t!” Without his boxing gloves, he punched at the barrier, drawing back when it burned his hand. Then he put them on and tried again. It didn’t work either. “That’s not fair,” he screeched. He planted a tree, grew it to full height, then sent it toppling. The barrier left it in splinters. A bowling ball, a Lloid Rocket, everything was dropped on it, and nothing, nothing, nothing worked.

The other two watched a while, speechless.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, Kirby rushed to the mayor’s side, pulling him back by his shirt. “Villager, stop, please! It’s not gonna do anything…”

“But I…” For a moment he resisted, but, slowly, he let the fireworks in his hands drop to the floor. He shook his head. The sparks fizzled away in the dust.

“…Are you okay?”

Quiet again. Stepping forward, ready to offer support, Mario opened his mouth- Yet no sound was allowed to escape him, because just then, Villager turned.

“Why did you do it?”

The man in overalls spluttered, “Wh-what?”

“Take a look around!” Villager gestured wildly at the shields, then at the rest of the world. “Everyone is dead, Mario! Just dead, completely dead, unless some hero can go out and save everyone. Do you know how impossible that is?”

“I know it sounds impossible, but I’m-a sure we can-”

“No, you don’t get it! Even if we did manage to save someone, Galeem would just mess it up again. Regular people can’t fix this!”

Reaching a gloved hand towards the younger fighter, Mario protested, “But we’re not regular people-! We wouldn’t be here if we were…”

“You’re not regular people,” hissed Villager, “but riddle me this! You have three choices: A warrior prince, a ninja, or some kid who panics as soon as the lights turn on. And you choose the kid? WHY?! What can I do that they can’t?” He scoffed. “I’m not a hero. I can’t save the world. I can barely even do my own job! So what do you want? Tell me! Do you want the extra burden, or just someone to pick on? Am I- am I comic relief?! Just- Just-! WHY DID YOU CHOOSE ME?!”

At that, his voice cracked.

Out of arguments, eyes glistening, the mayor simply repeated, “Why did you choose me…?” Then he slid down to the ground, in silence.

“…”

Mario stepped up to the younger fighter and took a seat next to him. He hesitated no longer that a moment. “Please, don’t-a go thinking that way. I stand by what I said, ya know? None of us are here without a reason. Like…” The man in overalls tapped his chin. “You’ve got confidence when you fight. It’s there in your smile, I see it. And- and you’re reasonable, something this team probably needs.”

“That’s a lie. Sheik and Marth wouldn’t yell at you as soon as they woke up.”

“This is your first apocalyptic disaster, paisano. If you haven’t seen ‘em in action, I wouldn’t be so sure!”

Villager pulled his knees close, staring at a crack in the stone floor. “Then I’ll never be sure, I guess.”

The plumber sighed. “Listen to me. We’re gonna save them; I can promise that. It might take a while, but we’re not stopping until everyone is here and everyone is safe. So what if you’re new to this? That-a doesn’t make you any less of a family member. You’re as much a part of this team as us, Villager. And we need your help just like you need ours.”

“We can all help each other,” Kirby chimed. A second passed without dispute before he pattered up and gave the mayor a hug.

Mario wrapped an arm around him too. Defeated, the kid leaned against the plumber’s chest, and the three simply sat. For a few seconds they were a single bundle of consciousness in a sleeping world.

“Okay,” Villager finally said. He straightened up. “Maybe, just maybe… You have a chance of being right. We should get back on the road.”

As the puffball next to them clapped his hands in satisfaction, Mario grinned. “There we go! It’s a good thing you finally came around- we can’t have the guy who holds the supplies be too upset to let us use ‘em!”

“Ha-ha, very funny.” He totally wasn’t smiling anyway.

The trio staggered to their feet and took their first steps down the rock path, Kirby leading the way. As he went to follow, Mario chanced one last look at the trophies behind him. The energy shields stared back, unyielding, undaunted, unbreakable.

Something about it shot dread through his veins. Galeem was toying with them. What else did he want? What else would he do?

Clearing these thoughts with a shake of his head, the red-capped man took off after the others. There wasn’t time to think about it. They just had to keep going. Going, going… Otherwise they’d never be able to save everyone.

It didn’t matter if there were more forked paths. It didn’t matter what Galeem was going to do. They’d fix it all, somehow. It couldn’t be impossible, because at the very least…

A Spirit whisked past then and there, nearly toppling them. Kirby looked at the other two, and when they nodded, he reached up to catch it like he would any other falling star. Another fight. Mario counted down…

Three, two, one.

Go.

At least they had conquered split number one.

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