#i dont like how i drew his face but im impatient and dont feel like fixing it 💪

[cuppahoney]

mr goodtimes !!!!!

#hes so :] #i dont like how i drew his face but im impatient and dont feel like fixing it 💪 #mcyt #mcyt fanart #goodtimeswithscar #goodtimeswithscar fanart #gtwscar #gtwscar fanart #hermitcraft #hermitcraft goodtimeswithscar #hc goodtimeswithscar #gtws hermitcraft #dl gtws #hermitcraft fanart

[sanzuslvt]

My God| (m)

pairings. fem Y/N x sanzu  summary. Y/N was saved by sanzu making her his obedient servent asking her to kill for him when this happens she finds out what she's been missing in life.

tags. romance, face fucking, degrading, praise, pain kink, use of pet names, deepthroat, soft-dom!sanzu, mentions of suicide

A/N. HIIII this is my first fic lmao I have no idea how to write but anyways this is for the sanzu simps bc yk I luv y'all anyways lmk what I can do to be better and yea enjoy. also minos DNI 

word count. 1.5k 

Y/N can't remember, she can’t remember the day that she became absolutely obsessed with the man who stole her heart and life. It feels like a blur at first it was the fact that he saved her life, But as time moved on it turned into this undying love for him. Somehow it turned to him bending her over and stuffing her full of all that he had. Y/N also knew she knew he didn't love her, she was being used and she understood that but this love she had for him was so deep that she would do anything even if she had to KILL.

Flashback

She stood on the edge of the building for hours now. She didn't know if she really wanted to die. Y/N felt like this was the only way but the truth is that she was just so scared. So she just stood there all alone on the roof crying until she heard a voice from the shadows behind her

“Why don't you jump.” “i’ve been watching you for a while now”

“I-i dont know… im scared” Y/N muttered under her breath  

“What's there to be scared of? You are gonna end ur life right. If you do it then no one will get the chance to save you.”

When he said that it stuck a cord in her heart contrary to what she was thinking she turned around to face who she was speaking to she fell… as she was falling it felt like 10 minutes but she felt like this might be a sign that the person she was talking to was bad for so she shut her eyes and fell until she felt the rough calloused hands of someone grab her ankle.

She looked up to see the person who saved her and he was there. It was love at first sight. His unhinged smile with two scars on the side of his mouth, he had a pink mullet and he was absolutely beautiful. Was this what angels looked like, she thought and he just smiled as he stared down at her before bringing her up from her plummet. This was the first time we met sanzu haruchika. Y/N felt this undying need to please him and obey his every order and so that's what she did. She followed him and obeyed every commend she was his little pet and she wasn't about to give that up

When he first asked her to kill for her it was nerve wracking. She knew what his job was before and she knew he wasn't innocent. She saw the blood and the pills but it drew her in even more than she could explain. But even when she was asked to kill for him she did it. Y/N was too in love to say no. He said the job had to be her. He told her she was beautiful and that for the man to take the bait it had to be her. Even when she knew it was a lie she still agreed but here she was standing outside of the wear house waiting for the signal to move in. Y/N is beautiful. She's fairly tan with hazel eyes and hair so long it made girls envy. This job was to seduce the man long enough to get him to leave and go to the empty warehouse with her and she was hesitant she could do it but anything for sanzu. When she got the signal she moved in seductively walking up to her prey. After a few drinks the man whispered in her ear

“wanna get out of here love”

It made her squirm in disgust but she replied with

“Of course i know the perfect place”

Y/N brought the man to the rundown warehouse and as any sane person would he was skeptical but she was so attractive it was a hard opportunity to miss. They quickly got to businus Y/N kissed the man and it quickly turned to a make out. She was disgusted, repulsed even by the man he wasn't unattractive but the only one she wanted was sanzu. When she noticed he was drawn into the makeout she quietly but surely drew Santos' gun, she put it up to his head and BAM he was gone. Y/N stood there for a few seconds in shock over what happened but was quickly taken out of her shoke by hearing sanzus beautiful laughter come out of the shadows

“ AHHH i knew my good girl could do it” he said approaching you and wiping off the blood for your face and chest

“You look so beautiful like this.”

“S-sanzu what did i just do” y/n said almost in tears

“Aww don't cry baby girl… you were just doing what i asked of you and you did such a good job”

He said as he embraced her in a cold hug. Once she returned to reality Y/N felt the hard shaft between her thighs. She wanted to please him bringing her hand to his cock she slowly rubbed his mound

“Tsk tsk tsk look my darling is so impatient”

“I just want to please you, let me make you cum

Sanzu then grabbed her hair pulling her down to her knees. She winced from the pain but she could feel her arousal pooling in her panties.

“Take them off darling take my dick out for me’

She obeyed. She could see the print of his crotch in his boxers and it made her savivate she wanted him. She NEEDED him. She then grabbed the rim of his boxers letting his cock spring out smacking his lower abdomen. No matter how much she saw it, it always impressed her. Oh it was so beautiful the beautiful pink color of the tip and the single vein running down the bottom of it. She wanted it in her. Abruptly he pulled her hair making her head fall back and her mouth run open.he slipped his thumb in and she sucked it knowing how much he liked it.

“Mhmm always a good little girl for me”

She nodded her head giving him her big pretty puppy dog eyes

“Don't look at me like that, it makes me want to destroy you.”

He said grinning from ear to ear.

“Open ur mouth” sanzu commanded

And that's exactly what she opened her mouth slipping his cock inside she hollowed out her cheeks like a good little girl would.

“Suck” he said grinning like a mad man

And so she started off slow and she got faster and faster with each bob of her head. It was moving smoothly until Sanzu gripped her hair and forced his cock down her throat. She gagged at the sudden intrusion of her throat and gripped his thighs telling him to stop. But he just got faster and faster fucking into her mouth.

“Do you enjoy that huh. Just like you enjoyed being a little whore earlier, letting that guy touch you like I wasn't watching.” “i bet it turned you on didnt it huh sluting out infront of me” He pulled out of her mouth.

“Speak”

“S-sanzu p-please i love you and only you so please use me like you've never used anyone im your cum slut… i-im only a slut for y-you. S-sanzu ah”

He stuffed himself down your throat again making you yelp out of pain and pleasure.

“Show me. Show me… cum from my words baby then i'll know you love me. DO IT.”

Y/N slowly removed her hand from his thigh and lowered it to her clit. She could feel her heat from the thin denim shorts she was wearing. She rubbed small circles around the sensitive area on her mound and she slowly got faster and faster. She moaned on sanzus dick making him fucking her face even more enjoyable. She could feel herself nearing the end and she could feel sanzu was almost there too. It was so hard to breathe at the pace he was pounding her face but she put up with it and she needed to help him.

A few moments before she came she looked up terms brimming her eyes. Everything felt so vivid, her fingers inside of her cunt senzus hands gripping her hair and his dick flowing in and out of her. But the most unforgettable thing was his face, his beautiful scars, his whimsical smile and his amazing eyes. It's almost like the unforgettable night when he saved her. Then when both of their eyes met they both came. This was the first time that Y/N had felt something so fascinating. She felt her cum running down her thighs and she felt his going down her throat. At that moment She felt so lucky it didn't matter if he didnt love her or if she was being used. she knew she just knew that he was the… he was her GOD.

#lord help me #sanzu #sanzu smut #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers #tr #anime #im so in love #help y/n

[diaryofassortedimagines]

~~~baring the burden of command~~~

emotion chip!dom!data x sub!fem!reader

summary: data takes command while his chip is activated, and lets the effect it has on you go to his head.

requested by @horndog-corndog

warnings: smut, ready room sex, commander kink (yes, yes i did say that), public sex kinda, powerplay, overstimulation, teasing, oral, fingering maybe, and he says good girl a few times idk

by requesting this you have blessed me inadvertently. just... pretend that gif above is him in red. i made a chess reference down there just wanna let u know i know nothing abt chess so it probably won’t make sense.

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never had you been more grateful that you weren’t able to be clearly, visibly aroused or you’d be confined to quarters quite a while ago. the moment data took the role of acting captain was the first time you began to show signs of a distracted, faltering lieutenant commander. you had always been determined to the role of an enterprise engineer, and the more and more you got to know data, and when you struck up a relationship with him, you realized that he was your biggest weakness aboard the ship. an empowered and quick-climbing, certainly not easy to step on, starfleet officers knees quiver sooner when meeting his golden eyes and touching his dandelion skin than being confronted by a superior. sometimes you wondered whether or not data was aware of his power over you, even if your ranks were equal. surely, your behavior around him compared to other people must’ve caused a few of his inquisitive head quirks. the answer to your question grew more and more clear, although still mostly unreadable, as he looked to your reflection in the blank view screen and prolonged eye contact with you. his expression was almost blank- there was a hint of something- and his eyes drifted only on you. it was like a tiger verses lion- a deep stare into the others eyes was a challenge, the first one to look away being the defeated, the submissive, and in this case, it was you.

you saw him stand and begin to walk toward you in the view screen.

“commander y/n, you seemed quite distracted. please, accompany to my ready room.” you were in a state of frenzy, breathing heavy and looking into his eyes with reluctant defeat. nevertheless, you stood, straightened your uniform, and followed him. he allowed you to enter first, and the moment he followed behind you his nimble fingers locked the door. he was inches away from you as he looked down at you, towered, over you and backed you up into the wall, using nothing but strong, confident steps, not even needing to use his hands. he was incredibly close to you, and yet, not as close as he could be. “tell me, commander, what is wrong? is there something on your mind...? look at me.” you didn’t look at him, and in response, he placed a finger under your chin and drew your face toward him, gently. you cleared your throat.

“it’s just... strange, shall we say, seeing you in command.” “many strange things have happened to you, none of which provoked this response. what are you really thinking?” he emphasized the word really, and literally and metaphorically had you backed into a corner. “fine, commander. i... like you in red. command looks g-good on you.” you couldn’t believe it- you stuttered. only you recognized the real power that that symbolized. he smirked, cockily. “who would have thought you like being told what to do?” you cut in. “no, commander, i do not.” “yes, yes of course. you just like being told what to do by me, is that it?” you huffed. “i dont know, yet. tell me do something. test it, data-” he cut you off. “that is not my name, y/n.” he began closing the very small left over gap between the two of you. “i am your superior. please, refer to me as such.” you stared at him, knowing you were defeated, but still unwilling to cower away completely. “yes, commander, you were right. i do, indeed, like it.” you spoke with fierceness, as if you were in a game of chess, trying to get the upper hand and find an opening to dominate the other. the closer he came, however, the less upset you were about being dominated, for the first time ever, you were even excited. “good.” his smile was audible in his voice. “take this off.” he fiddled with the zipper going down the middle of your uniform. your eyes were blown wide, you felt like prey being asked to skin itself. even so, you played his game, and undid your zipper, torturously slow, a deliberate and purposeful defiance to his orders. he groaned and moved your hand, yanking your zipper down and harshly throwing it off your shoulders, quickly and impatient. you gasped in shock as you were made almost completely bare in front of him. he placed a hand on your neck and pushed you back into the wall, kissed you briefly, before very soon after flipping you around and pushing you to sit into picards ready room chair; he handled you like a rag doll. “t-this is picards chair, data, we can’t-” “i told you, y/n, that is not my name.” he descended to his knees in front of you teasingly. “commander.” you spoke breathily and desperate. you were so so hot, burning up on adrenaline and arousal that you would do almost anything just to get some semblance of relief. he rubbed your thighs and slowly peeled them apart, staring at you the whole time. “that is much better. good girl.” the words you were going to speak became a breathy whimper as licked you through your underwear. you slammed your hand over your mouth and he grinned. “let us see how long you can stay quiet.” you gripped the arm rests of the chair, preparing for scream-inducing pleasure. he was agonizing as he slowly worked at you through the thin material of your underwear. “please, commander.” “please? please what?” “t-take these off.” he nodded no. “you do it, y/n.” this time you had no hesitation as you positioned yourself in the chair to remove your panties. he stared at his work, amazed at what he could do to you. he reduced you to obedience and submission with only a few licks. you presented all of yourself to him, desperately.

you clenched your lip in your teeth as he finally went at you bare, his cold lips warmed and soaked between your pussy lips as his tongue played with you in all the right places, masterfully. you rolled your head backwards, only for him to grab you by the chin and make you look at him. you were barely holding in your moans, and looked around the room for a paper towel or something of the other to put in your mouth and silence you. data could tell you were struggling, and without hesitation, put three cold, smooth fingers in your mouth. you bit down around them (it’s not like he felt the pain) as they stifled your moans. your hand flew to his head and laced through his shiny, silky hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you. the knot in your stomach was tight, and so close to falling, as you arched your back out of the chair and wrapped your legs around his torso, putting you at an entirely different angle. he could tell what was happening, and used his other freehand to stick two fingers into your core. your moan was almost impossible to contain, and his fingers were barely enough to silence you as you came onto his fingers, face, and into his mouth. you breathed a sigh of relief, but soon realized you reacted too quickly. he wasn’t quite finished with you yet. of course, he was aware that you had already came, but put even more effort in than before as he overstimulated you so intensely it was mind-bending. his fingers curled upwards, and he yanked them in and out at an impossible speed, his mouth never taking a break. your breath was scattered, making your moans short and intense. you clenched so tightly around his fingers that you wondered how good it would make him feel if he were inside you- if he could feel, that is. that familiar tension in your stomach had reappeared, as you squirmed violently and your eyes rolled back. he had already driven you over the edge, but kept his foot on the gas, driving you closer and closer to the edge of insanity. the moan you let out as your juices exploded onto him was the first one that made you question whether or not you were heard. he continued to move as you came, at an increasingly slower pace.

finally, he decided he was satisfied as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and cunt and his head out of between your thighs. he replaced the three fingers soaked in your saliva with the fingers he used to finger fuck you, forcing you to taste yourself. the smile on his face was pure adoration and possessiveness- a combination that led to obsessiveness.

“if only you knew how you made me feel.” he kissed you once more before passing you your uniform. “next time,” you said as you zipped yourself up and walked toward him. “i get to be on top.” he smirked as he watched you leave the ready room and return to your post.

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the fact that i wrote this within a few hours of being requested says something. CURRENTLY WORKING ON THE OTHERS IM JUST SO BAD AT FLUFF

I hope you enjoyed! hopefully it lived up to your expectations

#lieutenant commander data #star trek #star trek: the next generation #data x reader #smut #data #overstimulation #powerplay

[fukurodianthus]

Its just skin

Synopsis: Self-love is not something that comes to you naturally. Years of self-depreciation makes it difficult to grow into the habit of loving yourself despite of the scars peppered across your skin.

But with your fiancé, Tooru Oikawa, you find yourself stealing glances into mirrors quite often. It catches you by surprise when you find yourself...beautiful?

Pairing: Tooru Oikawa X fem!reader

Genres: tooth-rotting fluff , a lil bit of angst thrown in

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: The reader suffers from body positivity issues and insecurities regarding her appearance.

Author’s note at the end!

(p.s. didnt proof read because im ��lazy✨ might do it later when im feeling cute idk)

“Y/N-chan, can we leave already? We’re getting late for the party” Oikawa whined, tugging the sleeve of your shirt lightly.

“Tooru, stop being so impatient!” You pushed your whiny fiancé away and concentrated on covering up the acne scars and freckles peppered across your face with layers of concealer. No matter how much you tried, you could never make your skin look half as perfect as that of the girls who dominated your Instagram and YouTube feed. Every time you looked in the mirror, the taunting voices of your family members and friends would creep into your mind.

Oh my god! Whats wrong with your face?

Don’t you wash your face properly?

You’re never going to get married if you look like that Y/N! Do something about that face of yours!

Do you want me to recommend a good dermatologist to you?

No matter what the topic of the conversation was, people always found a way to bring up the topic of your skin condition in it. You could be talking about quantum physics for all they cared, they would somehow find a way to bring up the topic of your skin.

But they didn’t know all those sleepless nights you had spent on the internet looking for remedies, they didn’t know how you cried yourself to sleep every night, praying that you’ll somehow find that your skin had magically healed up when you woke up. But miracles didn’t happen in this world. At least for you, they didn’t.

You spent a humongous chunk of your salary buying medicines, serums, anything skincare specialists would recommend to you. But none of it could you fix you. Ultimately it all ended up in the trash and you ended up on the bathroom floor, sobbing as you looked into the mirror, face contorted with disgust and self-loathing.

But then, Oikawa Tooru stepped into your life. The first person who didn’t grimace as he looked at your face. He looked at it with childish wonder in his eyes, as if he was looking at something…beautiful?  Every night, when you fell asleep in his arms, his fingers softly grazing your cheeks, you felt an unfamiliar warmth blossom inside your heart. If he could love you despite your flaws, what was stopping you from doing it?

But years of self-depreciation made it difficult to develop the habit of loving yourself. There are still moments when you found you yourself drowning in self-hatred.

Take the present moment, for instance.

No matter how much concealer you caked on your face, it didn’t look half as good as you wanted it to. You let out a frustrated groan as you plopped down on the bed. How could you go to the party looking like this, especially when Oikawa would be by your side? Everyone’s appearance paled in comparison to his flawless beauty. Then how could you, of all people, ever stand beside him as an equal? You knew everyone would be comparing you with him behind your back, their jealousy-tinged voices emphasizing on how someone like you didn’t deserve to be with him. You’d always be an undeserving lover for him in their eyes.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Oikawa’s voice was laced with heavy concern. “Do you feel sick? I told you to not eat that expired candy bar last night, but you didn’t listen-”

“Tooru, its not that. I think I look very fucking ugly right now and I can’t bear to look at myself in the mirror. I can’t go to the party right now, not when I’m feeling like this.” You buried your face in a soft cushion and let out a frustrated groan as you turned over on the bed.

“Y/N, did you start putting yourself down again?” You felt him plopping down beside you on the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Tooru, don’t lie to me, my skin still looks just as bad as ever.”

“You know, sometimes I wonder if astral projections are real.”

“What? Have you finally lost it?” Your widened eyes searched his face, trying to make sense of his words.

“If it was real, then I’d pull your soul out of your body make you look at your face through my eyes. Because there’s clearly something very fucking wrong with your eyes if you cannot see how damn pretty you are.” Tooru huffed, looking at you nonchalantly as if he was stating the obvious.

“Tooru-” you whimpered, turning on your side to face him.

Tooru and his horrible pickup lines.

Gosh, how can I not love him?

His chocolate-brown eyes softened as he pulled you into his chest. The sound of his heartbeat drowned all the cacophony of all the negative thoughts cluttering your mind.

“Y/N, I thought love at first sight was way too cheesy and corny to be real. But then, one day, back in high school, I saw Iwa-chan talking to you. You looked so fucking pretty, you know? The way you’d bite your lips when you were confused, the way you’d look down and let your hair cover your face whenever you were flustered, it was so damn adorable. I might have gone down on my knees right then, if Iwa-chan hadn’t been there. He’d beat the living crap out of me for playing my ‘disgusting tricks’ on his friend.” Oikawa took your hands in his and slowly drew circles on your palm with his thumb.

“Iwa wouldn’t have to beat you up, I’d do it without a second thought if you pulled any of that shit on me. I always found you very bratty, clinging to Iwa with that radioactive sweet smile of yours.”

“Wow, I was head over heels in love with you on first sight, while your first impression of me was that I’m a brat? No wonder you were Iwa-chan’s friend, you both are so mean.” He pouted, looking at you with playful annoyance.

“That was before I got to know you. Your brattiness started growing on me, gradually. Now I’m so used to it, I think I’d forget how to breathe if I didn’t hear your annoying voice every morning.” You chuckled at how his face kept getting redder with every insult that you threw at him.

“You’re used to my brattiness? Are you implying I’m still a brat?”

“Exactly. Looks like you do have a brain.”

“The most amazing setter on this planet doesn’t have a brain, is that what you’re trying to say?”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but instead of asking me out on a date directly, you bugged Iwa to set us up on a date until he finally shouted at you in the middle of an English class, saying ‘Alright, Shittykawa, I’ll set you up on a date with Y/N, now stop running that fucking stupid mouth of yours.’ " You stole a glance at his face, savoring his flustered expression. "I’m right, am I not?”

Oikawa’s face reddened to the extent where it seemed that he would spontaneously combust at any moment.

"Tooru, c'mon, we both were emotionally constipated fools who could never ask each other out if Iwa hadn't stepped in." You softly ran your hands over his chest, savoring the warmth radiating from him. "Now stop pouting Brattykawa."

"You and Iwa-cha, both of you can never appreciate me before backtracking, huh?" He ran his fingers through your tangled hair, slowly massaging your scalp.

He knew it always calmed you down.

"Hey, did you really find me pretty that day?" You mind went back to how you looked the day when Oikawa first saw you. Greasy hair stuck to your face, cavernous dark circles covering your under eyes, face swollen as a result of pulling all nighters for a whole week. How could anyone, let alone Oikawa find you pretty when you looked like that?

"Can you not hold a conversation for 5 seconds without putting yourself down, huh?"

" I dont think I can Tooru. It still weirds me out that you, of all people found me beautiful when I looked like such a mess."

"Y/N I think we really need to try astral projections now-"

"Tooru, I'm serious-" You whined.

He chuckled, twilring your hair in his fingertips. "Y/N, after being with you for so long, I've realized something. You look for validation in the eyes of people who couldn’t care less about you. But when finally, someone who really cares for you and sees you as who you are tells you that they are truly beautiful, you brush it off. Why do you pretend that our compliments aren't heartfelt? Why are you so scared of being appreciated?"

Every day, when he saw you stealing glances into the mirror, he noticed how disappointment flashed across your face. He knew how you beat yourself up for not being pretty enough. You were never enough for yourself.

If your mind was a place, he’d waltz into it, shredding the self-destructive thoughts gnawing at you sanity into pieces. He’d untangle the mess inside your head, shattering the walls that bars genuine compliments reach your heart.

Oikawa wasn’t the best with words, not at times like this. But he’d give it his best.

He could feel the wet spots blossoming on his shirt, as you buried your face deeper into his chest.

"Oi!  You dummy! Are you crying?"

"To-Tooru I just think th-that I d-don’t deserve your love because I'm not as good looking as-" You choked out in between an onslaught of sobs.

“Hey. Hey, look at me.” He cupped your flushed cheeks and lifted your chin up, his eyes scanning your face in concern.

“Those fucking stupid scars on your face don’t define who you are, okay? Its just skin, Y/N, you are so much more than just…a piece of skin, you know? Honestly, we’re all just bags of flesh and bones if you look at it that way. Do you think I loved you because you were a particularly pretty bag of flesh and bones?” Even though you found his analogy slightly funny, you noticed how his face lit up with passion so you refrained from making any sarcastic comments. He was trying his best.

“Continue, Tooru. I’m listening.”

“I love you because of who you are. I love the way your lashes flutter when we stargaze on the roof every night, I love you how your hair is a tangled mess when you wake up, I love how your puff your cheeks in annoyance when I stop you from over-drinking coffee every night, I love how you whine when you spend hours trying to get your eyeliner right, only to end up smudging it when you rub your eyes absent-mindedly, I love how your eyes light up when I put an extra spoonful of Nutella in your sandwich…gosh, I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

Your grip on his hoodie tightened. He looked at you, breathlessly, scanning your face for a reaction.

Your stared at your reflection in his chocolate-brown eyes, struggling to find the right phrases to express the way his words made you feel. You felt your heart race as if it was beating in pace with a rhythm set in by a drug-induced ecstasy.

What would you call this feeling of warmth that washed over you with every syllable he uttered?

“Thank you.” You wondered if you could’ve said anything better to express how much his words meant to you. God, where were a the fancy words you had learnt from corny YA romance books when you needed them?

But he didn’t need to hear your words to know that you’d been moved by his words. Fancy phrases could never tell him what the faint rosy glow of your cheeks could.

“Stop thanking me for stuff like this. It’s my duty, Y/N. I’m your fiancé for fuck’s sake.”

“You’re such a sap Tooru.” You giggled, squishing his cheeks softly.

“Yeah but you’re hopelessly in love with this sap, so deal with it.” His grip around your waist tightened as he nuzzled his face on your neck, his hot breath fanning across your collarbones.

“Now let me go Shittykawa, we have a party to attend.” You pried his arms off your waist and sat up.

“Babe, we’re about to get married in a few months, you really need to drop that stupid nickname.”

“Hmm, let me think.” Cocking your head to your side, you pretended to be immersed in deep thought. “Nope, not happening.”

“Don’t blame me for what happens next.” Oikawa sat up and tackled you to the bed, pinning your wrists by your side.

“Ooh, now that’s hot, Tooru”

“You know whats hotter Y/N?”

“What?”

“This.” He didn’t give you a chance to respond as his hands slid down to your waist. Your breath hitched in anticipation.

And then he started tickling you.

You broke out in an uncontrollable fit of laughter, kicking him, trying to get him to stop.

Two minutes later, you both lay side by side, panting, faces flushed with breathless fits of laughter.

You caught a glance of your face in the bedside mirror.

Even with your reddened face, tangled hair and smudged mascara, you looked…beautiful.

You felt beautiful.

As you nuzzled your face on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat rumbling in your ears, his words kept replaying in your mind.

“Its just skin, Y/N.”

Author’s note: ahhhhh I kinda wrote this in a flow?? Its a comfort fic/drabble???Idk what this is tbh. This is very self indulgent because I’ve suffered from skin problems(cystic acne ugh🤢) all my life, so I decided to comfort myself through this fic 🥺👉👈 . If only I had an Oikawa in my life 😩✋

N E ways, drink water, get enough sleep(lmao the irony that I’m saying this-) and remember to love yourself because you are beautiful!😤❤️I’ll come for your kneecaps if you put yourself down🤩🔪.

Reblogs would be highly appreciated!

#haikyuu #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu comfort #tooru oikawa #oikawa #tooru oikawa fluff #oikawa fluff #oikawa x you #oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa x fem!reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #hqradiostation

[yongtxt]

hundred [johnny]

word count: 4.5k words

characters: boxer!johnny x doctor!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: blood/wound/stitches mentions, johnny hates hospitals but he likes the pretty doctor, [im not a doctor nor a boxer pls dont say that i have info wrong because I Know]

author’s note: i know this isnt long to some of u but to me it is and i havent written this much for so long im so proud of myself for finishing this:( it isnt that good but this is the first long fic ive written in a while and shhsdjk also i needed to get this out of my system ive thought about this au since that jcc came out where johnny and hyuck was doing muay thai plssss (i couldnt find a better gif tho) ok this is getting too long / feedback is appreciated tysm

Johnny Suh hated hospitals with a burning passion.

It wasn't from a past trauma nor was he afraid of it, it wasn't that serious. He wasn't exactly sure what the cause of it really was. If he had to make a guess, it was probably from the accumulation of the little things, the insignificant factors people would usually dismiss but bothered him enough that it contributed to the big hatred he built for hospitals.

Maybe it was the distinct smell of hospitals, it reeked of death and old people. Maybe it was the atmosphere of the fluorescent-lit hallways, always gloomy and heavy. Maybe it was also the fact that the fees were so expensive and yet the food they provide tasted horrible, even the coffee was a hit or miss. The only upside he could think of was people get better in hospitals, but even that wasn't assured.

Despite how much Johnny despised hospitals, he always finds himself coming back. If he wanted to get better, he had no choice but to go. He would endure the gruesome process over and over again whether it be to treat his wounds or to stitch his cuts.

With his jaw littered with small bruises and his lips busted at the corner, he sat impatiently on the hospital bed as he waited for his doctor. He was fiddling with his fingers, knuckles bruised the same way his face was. He looked beaten up, he always did.

The clothes he wore contradicted the state he was in, they were fresh and laid back. He looked like a college student from the way he dressed. A delinquent more like, if one considered his cuts and bruises. Before heading to the hospital, he always makes it a point to shower and make himself appear presentable to the public. Although no one really bothers to take notice of his effort, only him.

The sliding door opened and Johnny's attention shot up from his phone, his gaze meeting with yours. Your head popped in, peaking through the small crack you made. Your eyes lit up in recognition as it always did whenever you see him.

"Youngho-ssi?" You spoke almost as if it was a question, voice barely above a whisper to make sure you were in the correct room, about to tend the correct patient.

Johnny didn't understand why you always did that, call out his name as if this was the first time you were seeing him. At that point, you've been already acquainted with him enough due to his numerous trips to the hospital. Either way, he nods every time.

You gave him a small smile, widening the door enough so you could enter. You wore a white lab coat, a name tag pinned to your chest and a stethoscope hung around your neck. You were small, although anyone compared to him was bound to be comparatively smaller – that wasn't the point, you looked young and that never fails to astound him every time you go through the door.

You had a clipboard in your hands, scanning through what he assumed to be his condition that a nurse had written earlier after a quick checkup and disinfection of his open wound. Your lips were formed on a tight line, eyebrows furrowed. He continued to stare at you with such amusement.

"You don't have to answer my question, Youngho-ssi, but why are you always here?" You finally broke the silence, startling him in the slightest. You never bothered to ask before, always just offering smiles and small talks while you did your work; maybe his sudden regularity of coming to the hospital recently made your curiosity peaked.

He couldn't blame you. Anybody would be curious why a 24-year-old man keeps coming back to the hospital with no clear explanation.

He cleared his suddenly dry throat, he never liked saying his job. He said, "I box for a living."

"Ah, that makes sense!" Your eyes visibly glimmered, absentmindedly jotting down notes on his medical records. "My coworkers and I thought you were in a gang or something."

"I don't think I would be allowed to be here if I was." He chuckled, making you giggle as well.

"Seo Youngho, 24, minor lip laceration in need of immediate suture." You read of his data from the clipboard, almost comically. It was medical terms he was unfortunately already too familiar with, to him, it basically meant that he had a busted lip that needs to be sewed shut.

"You can just call me Johnny. Youngho sounds too formal to me." He said nonchalantly. You nodded your head to his simple request; it probably was best if you got to know him better since he frequented the hospital so much.

"Alright, Johnny. We'll start the process now, okay?"

With keen eyes, he watched you slip on a pair of surgical gloves. You grabbed a tissue from the metal tray that sat beside him and began folding it into squares. He felt his heartbeat quicken, he hated getting stitches or any form of medical treatments for that matter, but as morbid as it was, he thought of it as punishment for his recklessness in the ring.

"Isn't boxing just, I don't know, senseless violence?" You asked, tone dripping with pure innocence and unadulterated interest as you gently dabbed away the remaining dried blood the nurse failed to clean earlier.

"It's a sport, it's how I bring money to the table." He pursed his lips, ignoring the twinge of pain that surged through his nerves. He visibly relaxed when you placed a hand onto his shoulder to reassure him.

Ever since the first time you got assigned to him, the first thing he took note of was the softness of your hands. You handled him as if he was fragile glass, despite how he easily towered over you. He felt pathetic as a 24-year-old but your gentle touches would greatly help put him at ease.

"I guess. I didn't mean to be rude." You were hesitant, Johnny could tell but he was glad you didn't push on any further. He couldn't handle explaining his occupation when you were about to pierce his skin. "Okay, Johnny, now that your lip is clean and the anesthesia had seeped in, we'll start. I think you know how it goes by now."

"Make it quick, please." He nodded, squinting his eyes shut at the mere contact of a surgical pen grazing over his gaped lips. You were relieved that his cut wasn't too big, you couldn't stomach the idea of putting him in too much pain for longer.

As you picked up the tweezers and string of nylon, you couldn't help but laugh at the six-foot boxer in front of you who was clearly petrified of getting stitches, "This will be done as soon as you know it. You won't really feel it because of the anesthesia, remember? Now count to a hundred backward for me."

Once the numb feeling of nylon dragged through his lips, he swore he saw white spots flicker in his vision. His eyes immediately watered and he tried his best not to squirm under your hold, beginning to count to a hundred backward like you had instructed him to. You admitted it to him the first time you stitched him that it was a trick that you learned from your pediatrician friend. Despite it being for children, it helped to get him distracted while you focused on your job.

Minutes felt like hours, Johnny had been fighting the urge to punch something, anything, to release tension and nerves. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he took a peak and tried to take his attention away from what was currently happening on his lip. His gaze landed on your pretty eyes, how it was narrowed in focus and how your lashes perfectly framed it.

This wasn't the first time he'd observe you up close, there had been many occasions in the past that you had been too close for comfort in order to tend his wounds. It had been too many that it was almost as if he was close to memorizing your features. You were not only beautiful but you were also a smart and capable doctor.

Eventually, you finished and started to rub ointment on his sore lip — the finishing line.

"Try not to eat anything spicy or hard. You know the drill." You grinned at his suddenly pale features, ripping off your gloves as his eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the room. "You're good to go. Be careful next time."

He let out a shaky breath, clearly still winded up from the procedure, "I'll try. Thanks again, doc."

-

The punching bag felt great against Johnny's fists. There wasn't a feeling in the world that could compare to the impact of leather slamming against his skin. He could last hours mindlessly pummeling the bag if his stamina just allowed him to.

Hyunsik, Johnny's manager and personal trainer, drew away from the punching bag he held in between his arms. He let out a breath and held out a hand to motion that Johnny has done enough.

Johnny was hurting, Hyunsik could see that much. The bandages he had wrapped for the boxer's fingers were turning into a shade of red that they were all too familiar with.

Hyunsik clicked his tongue, "You should've used your gloves."

"How can I grow stronger if I keep relying on them?" Johnny rolled his eyes. His muscles needed a boost and this seemed to be the only logical way to strengthen them — a little blood never hurt anybody.

"Someday you're gonna fracture your hand and you'll be forced out of the ring. Remember that." Hyunsik huffed, his voice stern. "Take them off, I'll clean the blood off."

Johnny reluctantly did as told, unfurling the bandages wrapped around his fingers. The pain was excruciating when the fabric grazed along his tender skin, he winced at the unsightly view of his reopened wounds.

Hyunsik led him back outside of the ring to the benches where the first aid kit was. He made the boxer sit down so he could start cleaning off his wounds. It looked horrific, more so than it usually did and he had no choice but to break the news to Johnny.

"It looks really bad. You need to go get that checked in the hospital and have it sewed back." Hyunsik said, taking a wet towel and carefully dabbing it across Johnny's bloodied knuckles.

He didn't want to go to the hospital. Going to the hospital to have his wounds treated meant that Johnny would be medically required to take days off work to let his hand heal. Johnny frowned, "Don't you have an ointment or something that could help? I can't afford to lose a day of practice."

"Don't you think I know that?" Hyunsik rolled his eyes. "As your manager, I want you to be in top shape for your match next week, even if it means sacrificing a day or two for you to heal."

Johnny could only nod. He sat through Hyunsik's lecture on the changes he should make to his dietary plan and the exercises he should do during his temporary break. It infuriated him that he couldn't do anything about it but nod along.

The incoming match that was set next week would make or break his career as an underground boxer. He didn't have the option of missing it because of some measly reopened wounds. If he had to rest to get better, he had no choice but to suck it up. This was his fault anyway for pushing himself too much.

Johnny showered in the locker rooms and changed into nicer clothes that didn't reek of blood and sweat. His hands were stinging but he shook it off.

He ignored the concerned looks other boxers were giving him and begrudgingly made his way to the hospital to get himself checked in. You wouldn't be happy to see him all bloodied again, he thought.

-

Much to Johnny's surprise, it wasn't you who was assigned to him. It was a much older doctor with graying hair and a nose stuck too far up in the air. She was rude and condescending, her lack of politeness to her patients was quite appalling. If Johnny wasn't in such a bad mood, he might've complained already.

God, this day couldn't get any worse.

With a meek voice, Johnny asked where you were and at the mention of your name, his doctor gave him a narrowed look. She sneered, "She's handling much more important cases. Does she know you?"

"I think so." Johnny gulped, unsure of the answer himself.

The doctor's grip was tight and she was hasty. It was as if she was trying to speed through the process to just get it over with. Johnny wanted to cry because he was starting to get traumatized by this doctor's procedure, he didn't want to hate the hospital more than he already did.

He internally screamed for your name as he watched the doctor pull on the gloves. The sliding door harshly whipped open and there you were in all your glory, like an angel sent from above to save him from the devil incarnate who was about to pierce his skin.

You were panting and the sheen on your forehead made it obvious that you ran your way to his room. Johnny's heart leaped with glee.

"Unnie, I'll handle him." You said, unable to catch your breath as you made your way inside. "I think the ER needs you more than me."

The doctor seemed hesitant at first but you tried to convince her otherwise. She eventually agreed and left you with Johnny who had a cheesy smile on his face the entire time since you've arrived.

"So Johnny, what happened this time?" You asked, picking up the clipboard that sat next to him on the bed.

"I overdid the punching during training and it reopened some old wounds on my knuckles. It hurts like a bitch."

You pulled a face, "That's a bit intense."

He chuckled, "It's normal."

"Can I please see it?" You opened your palm so he could place his hand on yours. You observed his cuts and the scabs that were beginning to form around it, it was too deep to let it heal on its own so you made the verdict that he needed to get it sewed back together ⁠— as unfortunate as it was since he was a boxer and he needed his hands to box.

You tugged on a new pair of gloves and began the painful procedure, Johnny started counting down even without you instructing him to. You quickly got to work and stitched back his wounds with your lip in between your teeth

Johnny felt squeamish, he could never get used to the feeling of stitches. His eyes were glued shut and he mumbled numbers like it was mantra.

Once you were done, you smiled fondly at your work. You managed to get by with fewer stitches and you felt pride swell up in your chest. Johnny noticed and, as lightheaded as he was, couldn't help but smile as well.

"You're pretty good."

"At stitching?"

Johnny nodded with his cheeks flushed, he made a mental reminder to smack himself in the head later for such a crude comment. You probably thought he was an idiot now.

"I sure hope so." You chuckled, making him blush even deeper if that was even possible. "It's part of my job."

Johnny shook his head in embarrassment, his dark hair bouncing from how vigorously he did it. He mumbled, "That sounded really lame and not smooth, I'm sorry. Please forget I opened my mouth."

You could only chuckle as you apply the ointment around his knuckles. He wanted the ground to open up and just swallow him whole.

"Please let this heal completely, Johnny. Don't apply any strain on your injuries for a couple of days and refrain yourself from carrying anything heavy so that the stitches won't rip." You said, carefully placing down his hand back on his knee. You were gentle as ever, Johnny swooned. "Absolutely no punching for a while."

"I have an important match at the end of next week. Is there any way to speed up the healing process?" Johnny asked, his eyes were almost pleading at you and you blinked at him in surprise.

"Apart from what I just said, there's really nothing else you could do." You pursed your lips, watching his expression visibly deflate. "If you want to have even a sliver of a chance at winning your match, I suggest you do as I say. Your stitches won't take too long to heal, I promise."

If Hyunsik was there with him, he would've probably already scolded him but the point would be the same. He had always prioritized Johnny's health above winning.

"Okay, doc. I'll do my best." Johnny said, defeated.

"You know, I always see the aftermath of your matches and your training. I want to see you in the ring next time when you're not bloody and beaten up yet." You smiled at him and you swore that all the color that was previously drained from Johnny's face came rushing back. "If it's okay."

"Are you serious?" Johnny asked, almost dumbfounded. Did the pretty doctor he'd been crushing on for months really just asked if she could watch his match?

You nodded with the same hue of red now tainting your cheeks.

"O-Of course! It's on Saturday next week! Please come and cheer me on!" Like a little kid, he excitedly rambled on about the details about the upcoming match and you nodded with the same enthusiast as you wrapped bandages around his hands.

You weren't from his world so everything he said sounded foreign to you. The terms he said, the infamy of his opponents, the prominence of it all — you were eager to learn it if it meant seeing him this happy.

You've always known that he hated hospitals. It was clear from the way he acted during your first meeting. He was stiff and tense, the body language he exuded just screamed that he wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there. As he visited the hospital more and more, you noticed the hatred never faltered. He only became better at hiding it from you.

To see him so relaxed and carefree within the four walls he hated with all his being, it was a breath of fresh air and the feeling you had in your chest grew stronger.

"You're good to go. I promise to see you in your match." You were jotting some last-minute details on the clipboard and you missed the way Johnny kept grinning like an idiot. "As much as I love seeing you here, I hate that you keep getting yourself injured. Keep out of trouble for me, Johnny."

You left the room without letting Johnny say another word.

Fuck, Johnny realized he hadn't asked for your number.

-

Johnny's match started in ten minutes. His heart was pounding in his ears, he almost couldn't hear what Hyunsik was shouting to him.

The underground stadium was filled to the brim with people, he felt more nervous than he did during his first boxing match. A lot was at stake for this win, he needed the belt. He was desperate for it.

"Johnny, are you listening to me?" Hyunsik raised his voice, aggressively slapping Johnny's cheeks together in his hands so he could focus on him. The boxer's mind was fleeting and it was his job to pull him back to reality now.

He hadn't seen you since last week and as much as he wanted to go back to the hospital to see you, he refused to badly hurt himself in the days that led up to the match. Johnny scanned the crowd for your face but he couldn't see it. You weren't there.

At the lack of your turnout, he failed to mask his disappointment. Hyunsik let out an aggravated groan and pulled the boxer on his feet to berate him further.

"Johnny, please for the love of all things holy, look me in the eye."

"I'm sorry. I'm okay now. I'm listening."

"Good because your match is starting soon and I need you to win this. All your hardships and sacrifices boils down to this match, you hear me?" Hyunsik bellowed, trying his best to keep his voice louder than the cries and chants of the audience. "Show them what Johnny Suh is capable of!"

Johnny nodded fervently, forcing himself into a state of serenity of peacefulness. He let out heavy breaths to even out his breathing as his team surrounded him, prepping him for what was about to come.

Hyunsik raised his hand at Johnny. He had five minutes left until his match started and he wasn't calming down.

"Can I please have some water?" Johnny asked and his medic stumbled on his feet to fetch him a bottle from the nearby cooler. He couldn't help but let out a shaky chuckle, his team seemed tenser than he was.

He downed the bottle as soon as it reached his hand. His hand was shaky. Goddammit, why was he so nervous?

At the corner of his eye, he saw Hyunsik making his way over to the barricade that separated his corner to the rest of the stadium. He arched his neck in a way that would let him take a peek what was so important that Hyunsik had to leave his side when the match was starting in a few minutes.

It seemed like Hyunsik was trying to stop a girl who was forcing her way in through the barricade. His stomach lurched at the sight of her familiar face.

As if he was acting purely on instinct, Johnny shot up from his seat and ran towards you. Hyunsik held up his arm to stop him from going any closer to you. You could've been a deranged fan, for all Hyunsik knows.

"Johnny-"

"I know her."

Hyunsik was startled at his response and started to profusely apologize to you. You looked nothing but smug and Johnny let out a breathy laugh that helped unravel the knots in his stomach. The boxer quietly motioned for him to take his leave and Hyunsik hesitantly did as told only after tapping his wrist as a sign that time was ticking.

You bowed at him apologetically, "I'm so sorry I'm late! There was this damn patient-"

"It's okay. You're here now." He cut you off, a cheesy smile on his face. You easily reciprocated it back.

"I just came down here to wish you good luck." You said with the usual confidence in your tone gone and now replaced with a sudden timidness and bashfulness. "Not like you need it or anything."

"Where are you sitting?" Johnny asked, noticing that you were struggling to keep your attention on his eyes. He peered down and realized that he didn't have a shirt on, he chuckled.

You pointed near the walls of the stadium and he strained his vision to see so far away. He pursed his lips and let out a noise of discontent. You said that it was the only seats available because you were so late.

"Why don't you sit here with them? They wouldn't mind." Johnny said, jutting his thumb over to his team who was furtively watching his interaction.

"Oh no, it's okay."

"I insist. I want you to see me win up close."

You blushed a deep shade of scarlet and Johnny grinned at his successful attempt at a flirt. Was it even a flirt or was it an ego stroke? Either way, it didn't matter because you were smiling at him. You were easing his nerves and you didn't even know.

"I got out of my shift early so I wouldn't be in the hospital later to stitch you up." You teased, softly prodding his shoulder blade.

Johnny playfully puffed out his chest, "I don't plan on getting too injured today, I wanna look cool in front of you."

"Whatever you say, Johnny."

"But I'm nervous. I'm actually really nervous today." Johnny mumbled as if he didn't want anyone else in on your conversation, gone all traces of his cockiness as his heart thudded erratically against his chest when he heard Hyunsik's call of the last minute until he has to go inside the ring.

You gingerly reached for his taped hands and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Just count back from a hundred like I always tell you to. You'll do fine."

"Wait for me after the match, okay?" And so you did.

Counting down the numbers, Johnny clambered inside the ring and the bell rang to signal the start of the match. Being in the medical field meant that you were against all forms of violence so you couldn't really watch the entirety of the match without feeling sick to your stomach. Johnny didn't care, he was just happy that you kept your promise and was cheering him on.

It was hectic and everything was happening all at once. It was loud and everybody was screaming. This wasn't your world, it was Johnny's and your heart fluttered at the thought that he was willing to let you in it.

Eventually, the match ended in Johnny's favor and the next thing you knew, you were being hoisted up in the air. You had the biggest smile on your face, similar to Johnny's who now had a shiny belt slung over his shoulder. All his hard work and all his trips to the hospital paid off.

"Congrats on your win!" You exclaimed, placing your palms on his chest to steady yourself.

"I wanted you to see me get the belt." He admittedly sheepishly, reaching out to hold your wrists in his bruised hands.

"Aren't you hurt in any way? We can drop by the hospital if you want." You asked, checking to see if he had any major injuries but true to his word, Johnny was inflicted little to no injuries during the match, exclude the few bruises on his jaw and a busted lip

"Actually, I'd rather we get some coffee instead." Johnny said, the small smile on his lips making you chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I don't date my patients." You smirked at Johnny's crestfallen expression, softly shoving his side to make it known that you were only joking.

Johnny pulled a face, releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding once he realized your joke. He played along, "I think you can make me an exception, I don't usually invite people to my matches."

"So this is about getting even, huh?" You were teasing him and now your faces were merely inches apart but before Johnny could even think of leaning in, you spun around and grabbed his hand once more. "C'mon then, my treat!"

Johnny let out a laugh. A boxer and a doctor, who would've thought?

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Hi love! Can I request a part two for the cevans x reader where the reader misses her period again and she takes another pregnancy test? Only this time it's positive?? You would melt my heart

A/N- I so hope he gets to be a daddy one day, cause he really would be such a great father! I so entirely want this for him one day. 

You and Chris decided after that first pregnancy test to really give it a proper try. And Mr.Christopher Evans, well he was all about giving it every chance the two of you could.

Your house, well if it wasnt christened before, it certainly was now. And afterwards, he was more caring and gentle then even before if that was possible. He would feather kisses down your body, while he eased your hips up with a pillow and stretch out next to you, nuzzling your neck with the slight scratch of his beard and whisper how beautiful you were to him, all while massaging any sore spots you might hint you have.

“Im so lucky to have you” He would say as you were still coming down from your orgasm. His fingers brushing through your hair that had fallen out of your ponytail out of your face. Your cheeks would go slightly red at the compliment.

“Your just saying that Chris”

“I certainly am not just saying that.” He would huff slightly and grasp your chin to place a deep kiss on it, slipping his tongue around yours and inhaling your sigh as you were still recovering from before. “Baby or not, I am the fucking luckiest man.” Your eyes would glaze in between lust and love for him, for you felt the exact same way about him.

Time passed, and a few drs visits, they informed you and Chris that it might take a while, and not to get discouraged. It was hard sometimes to take it to heart though, and every negative test you got, having to step out of the bathroom to see Chris look so hopeful, it broke a little bit of you. But he was good about it, everytime.

“Babygirl, you know he said it could take a while.” His arms would ease you to sit in his lap, your own loping around his neck to balance, and he would tip his forehead to lean against your own, blue eyes filling your gaze. “How about tonight you pack a bag, and we will drop Dodger off at Scotts?”

You slide your arms around his neck and give a small smile. “I would really like that Chris.” His arms tightened around you and give you a loving kiss, letting you go about packing an over night bag for the two of you while he went to drop off Dodger.

That night was exactly what you both needed, the two of you took the few hours to go into New York City, Chris had reserved a beautiful hotel room, a night out at one of your favorite restaurants in the city, along with dancing. Chris was pulling out all your favorites, to finish the night, the two of you walked to times square, just to admire the sight of it all.

Later that evening, your love making wasnt about trying to reach a goal. That wasnt the purpose of your fevered kisses, the way Chris’s body traveled down yours, and loped your legs to brace against his shoulders as he kissed you so intimately, you came crying his name, hands fisting in his hair. Nor the next time when he had you pressed against the hotel rooms floor to ceiling windows, your gaze filled with the dark skyline glowing softly in shades of purples and gold twinkles with the thousands of lights, of others unaware you were on display should they take the time to look. Nor when he laid you out on the bed, and took his time exploring you, unraveling you for the third and final time, both of you spent. No this night was all about appreciating one another, and as you sunk back to his chest, his kiss were hard and possessive against your neck, breathing out. “I fucking love you always Y/N”

Weeks later your sitting on the bathtub edge, thrumming your fingers against the ceramic, staring at the box. Should you take it, maybe just another week? Its not uncommon anymore for your period to be out of whack, and you just didnt want that disappointment again. Dodger sits with his head in your lap, sighing softly as your hand moves to rub his ears, confessing to your favorite Good Boy.

“Buddy I dont know if I can handle another heartbreak again.” You whisper and press your face into the softness of his fur, looking to find peace in the canine. He grew impatient and started to wriggle, in which you let him go. Dodger lifts to place his front paws on the edge of the tub and licks your face, causing that sorrow to uplift a bit. Laughing, you wrap your arms around him and hug before letting him go to race and jump up on your bed, his fluffy tail wagging, slapping his front paws in a invitation to come play.

You reach down and grab his lion near your feet where he ditched it earlier, and toss it for him to catch on the bed, which he snatched and raced out of the bedroom to collide into Chris’s legs. “OOF!” He stumbles into the bedroom just as your coming out of the bathroom. “:Whats gotten into him?” He asks as he looks over his shoulder at Dodger tossing the lion up in the air to catch it.

“I think he was trying to cheer me up Handsome.” You wrap your arm around him and the two of you watch Dodger continue playing in the upstairs hallway before loosing it down the stairs. Your head rests a bit on his chest, and you giggle when he seems a bit lost staring down the stairs, and launches himself down.

“And why do you need cheering up Babygirl?” Chris ponders, his fingers sliding under your chin to tilt to look up at him, you bite your lip and shrug.

“Well I still havent gotten my period, and just ‘fraid you know? What if its negative again Chris?”

“Then its negative baby and we will go back to normal. If you want me to stop loving on you all the time, I will. Theres really no pressure for us to get pregnant.” Chris turned you to face him, covering your cheeks and across your nose in gentle kisses. “Y/N, baby or not, I just love being with you and that will make me just as fucking happy to.” your hands fist in his shirt, and you listen to what hes saying. You know kids mean alot, you both got caught up in this rush, but maybe hes right. You give a nod and move to tip toes to press your lips with his, his hands tightening a bit along the curve of your waist and moaning softly at the sweet taste of your lips. He growled out softly afterwards in a tease.

“Although Im not complaining these past couple monthes have been mindblowing.”

You laugh softly, and rub his chest, winking at him. “You know what, Im not upset about it either, it really has been. How about we check this last one, then... we just enjoy what were doing, and if it happens, it happens?”

“Its a deal babygirl.” He gave you a encouraging smile and once more, for what felt like the hundredth time, you went to take the test. Chris moved over to lean his shoulder against the wall, waiting for you to step back out, and when you did, he drew you into the circle of his arms, while you two waited. This time your head laid on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. You timed it that way, counting with each one. This time no words were shared, neither of you wanted to really get the hopes up of the other one. His hands though told there own story, heavy in the small of your back, they followed up your back, and down, his chin resting atop of your head, and you could feel the scratch of his beard tangling in your hairs, his adams apple bob up and down when he swallowed, you burrowed in closer. Praying, please let it be this time for us. You knew Chris would make a wonderful Daddy, and you wanted to give him that. You wanted to be his childrens mother.

“Okay baby, lets go take a look” He sounded calm as ever and you fidgeted your hand in his shirt, nodding. Together you two went to go peer at the stick. Lifting it up, the both of you studying it. Were you.... Your eyes dart back and forth to the box to confirm.

“Handsome were....” You start breathing in deeply. Chris’s holds tighten on you and turns you to look up at him.

“Y/N, Babygirl, your pregnant, we did it! Baby you got a little Boston Baked Bean growing in you!” His voice had lifted in its excitement, and your bust out in tears, streaming down your cheeks and your laughing in your joy while he encases you into his hold, lifting you off your feet in his joy.

“I cant believe it Chris!” your nuzzling in against him as he covers your tear covered face in loving kisses and nips to your lips, pulling you into a deeper kiss, his tongue tracing yours, tangling and you can feel your head rushing at it. Panting when you part, you pause the two of you with a brace of your hand against his chest.

“Did you call our baby... a Boston Baked Bean?”

He shrugged, looking sheepish. “Uhhh, its kinda been stuck in my head since we started really talking about it.

Only your man would ever think that, but you loved him all that much more for it.

#amber request

[bella-spil]

The Game

You and the rest of the Avengers play Cards Against Humanity.

Female reader.

Warnings: TONS of adult topics, TONS of cursing, a little bit of fluff (Don't read if you don't like adult topics)

Word count: 6.2k (sry that this is a longer one!)

A/N: sorry this took so long.  I had it saved as a draft, but then my account logged out and I had to retype the whole thing.  I hope you like it!!!!

@wednesday-add-em​ @angrythingstarlight​  if you wanna be tagged lmk.

"What game would that be, Parker?" Nat asked, suspicious.

"You'll find out if you chose to play," Peter declared.

As everyone else in the room started to wonder what "game" Peter was referring to, you Bucky and Sam were grinning at each other, knowing exactly what's gonna happen.  You start daydreaming all the possibilities that might happen, from funny scenarios in the cards to people arguing about who won.  They all seem great, but you knew it would be better once everyone would start playing. 

"Actually," Wanda announced, getting up from her seat.  "I'm pretty tired from the mission and the jet lag.  I'm gonna call it a night." 

"I am quite exhausted as well,"  Vision said, pushing his seat in. "I need a rest as well.  Goodnight everyone." 

"Congrats Y/N and Bucky!" Wanda shouted before she left the room, with Visions hand in hers.

"Wait, how can the android be tired?" Clint asked.  Then everyone in the room knew what the two avengers were going to be doing tonight. 

"WE KNOW YOU TWO ARE GOING TO FUCK TONIGHT!!!" Tony screamed at them.  Wanda heard Tony and flipped him off, still walking to her room with Vision.  Everyone at the table was laughing from Tonys antics, but you knew everyone might lose their voices by the end of tonight.

"So,"  Peter interrupted the laughing.  "Is anyone else going to leave to fuck?" 

All the avengers look at one another, seeing if anyone else would dare to get up from the table.  Nobody made a move, except for Steve who just squirmed in his seat, knowing he wasnt going to leave for fucking.  He wasn't the best in moments where there was something inappropriate involved, but he had a feeling that's what tonight would be full of.  So he decided to man up and stand his ground.  

"I dont think Im gonna fuck anybody tonight, unless Nat says so,"  Sam acknowledged.  Nat rolled her eyes at him and kicked him underneath the table.  Sam shifted in his seat, tears building up like a bomb about to explode.  Nat smiled to herself, not letting anyone get suspicious of her in any way.

"Lets go kid,"  Tony said.

"Alright then," Peter smiled.  "Everyone, follow me." 

Everyone followed Peter and got up from the table.  As they were following Peter, some of the avengers were whispering to one another.  They had no clue about what was happening, which made everything more exciting.  As they made their way to the living room, the game was already set up by Peter.  The cards were arranged neatly onto the coffee table into piles with little tags on top of them so everyone knew what they were for.  You patted Peter on the back to show how thankful you were for him.  

He smiled back at you and whispered, "You owe me for this."  

Then you glared at him and lit your hand on fire and shoved it in Peter's face.

"No, I don't think I do," you replied, smugly.  Peter gulped and inches away from you, not wanting to have his ass kicked before the game even started.  As you and Peter were bickering, the others behind you, except for Bucky, realized what the game was.  You could hear sighs of realization behind you and internally grinned.  You knew keeping them guessing would pay off in the long run.

"Oh, so we are playing this game?" Tony chuckled.

"Now I know why you and Parker were acting weird." Nat said, smiling at you.

"Told you you'd find out." you said. 

"Ok are we playing in teams or going rogue?" Clint asked.  

"In teams," Peter answered.  "Me and y/n already came up with teams of two and team names." 

"Oh god,"  Clint and Nat sigh while Tony is rolling his eyes.  Sam snickers, thinking team names are for little kids but Steve is looking at the cards, not knowing what they are.

"Wait, guys.  What is this game?" Steve questioned.  Everyone rolls their eyes at him and sighs.  Steve was very outdated, and even though he has been in modern times for about a decade now, he still had a ton of catching up to do.           

"What?"  Steve groaned.  "Ive been frozen for 70 years.  Give me a break!" 

"Steve, you're not the only one that's a bit outdated.  You have had a few more years to catch up then I have and I still know what this is."  Bucky protested, earning a snicker from everyone else on the team while Steve rolled his eyes and lightly punched Bucky in the arm.

"Mr. Rogers,"  F.R.I.D.A.Y. chimed in.  "Do you know the game Apples to Apples?" 

"Yeah why?"  Steve asked the A.I.

"Well, Cards Against Humanity is basically that game.  The only difference is that Cards Against Humanity is for a more mature audience." 

"That's a good way of putting it,"  Tony mocked. 

"Ok thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y.,"  Steve said.  "I'm all good now." 

"C'mon guys what are the teams?" Clint asked, getting impatient.

"I hope I'm with Nat."  Sam whispered, glancing at Nat once again.  Sam winked at her, but she punched him in the arm.  Nat liked using physical violence, but only went necessary, or if someone was annoying her, like Sam.  Everyone chuckled, but then they drew their attention back to Peter, who was waiting to announce the teams.

"Ok, first is me and Mr. Stark."  Peter announced.  "We are the Student and Master." 

"Kid, if we lose, I will take your suit away for a week."  Tony declared as he high fived Peter.  Peter gulped and took a seat with Tony around the table.  Everyone else was standing up, waiting to hear their name be called.

"Then, we have Steve and Nat, the Spys." you said.  Steve and Nat smiled at each other and sat down in front of Tony and Peter.  Sam, however, was not impressed and his mouth was to the floor.

"Are you kidding me? Sam shrieked.  "You put Star Spangled Banner with Nat?"

"The teams were already made," you shrugged.  "If you wanted to be with her so badly, you should have made a request." 

"I hate you,"  Sam retorted.  "I hope i'm not with the Wiener Soldier over there." 

"Shut it Pigeon,"  Bucky snapped.  You rolled your eyes at the two of them, who were still throwing looks at each other like they were elementary school kids that got into an argument.  

"Then me and Bucky are together,"  you said, taking a seat with the Winter Soldier on the right of Steve and Nat.  Everyone made kissy noises and ooed at the two of you as you sat down.

"Wait you forgot the team name!" Clint remembered.  You sighed before saying the embarrassing name.

"I didn't come up with the names, Peter did,"  you said, singling Peter out.  "We are the Lovebirds."  After you said the team name, everyone continued their antics of making kissing noises and everything else.

"Guess we are together, Clint," Sam realized, since Clint and himself were the last two people standing up.  They took their seats on the left of Steve and Nat, making themselves directly across from you and Bucky.  It seemed as if they did it on purpose, but you didn't care about that.  You were waiting for their reaction to their team name.

"Y/N, what's their team name?" Nat asked.  You and Bucky looked at each other, giggling like 5 year olds.  

"Peter, would you like to do the honors?" you asked.

Peter sighed, knowing this would end up good, but continued anyway.  "The Birdbrains."   Everyone started howling in laughter.  Sam and Clint looked at each other, then back at Peter, ready to pounce on him like lions.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!!!!"  Sam shouted, running after Peter with Clint following suit.  Due to his Spidey Sense, Peter was able to dodge the two of them and ran out of the room, followed by an angry Sam and Clint.  Steve and Tony ran after them, trying to get the Birdbrains to come to their senses.  You and Nat rolled your eyes at each other while Bucky was sitting there chucking.

"Ugh, men," Nat sighed.  

You giggled as the five men took their seats.  Sam was still annoyed, smoke coming out of his ears.  Clint seemed ok, he looked like he enjoyed running after Peter.  Peter was laughing, not trying to be rude, but he was trying to control himself.

"Im gonna kill you," Sam said.

"Sure Birdbrain," Peter smirks.

As everyone gets the laughter out of their systems before the game starts, each team picks seven white cards from the pile.  Each team read their cards, giggling at some of them and having to hold in a cackle for others. 

"Ok who is going to be the judges first?" Steve asked.

"I mean Y/N and Bucky," Nat responded as if it was obvious.  "It's only fair that they go first." 

"Ok then," you said, grabbing the first black card of the night.  You grabbed the card and read it, and then you started laughing and showed it to Bucky.  He laughed as well and the both of you were able to regain your senses to read the card.

"Bucky you wanna read it?" you ask, still smiling.

"Sure," Bucky replied.  He cleared his throat before going on to read the card.  "Fun tip!  When your man asks you to go down on him, try surprising him with ______." 

Everyone started to laugh again.  But then, everyone's mode shifted from having fun to competition mode.  Everyone in the Avengers hated losing anything and tonight was no exception.  Each team was in deep discussion with their partners, deciding which card was the best to win the round.  After a couple of minutes, each team put their cards in the middle for you and Bucky to read.

"Ok," Bucky cleared his throat again.  "Fun tip!  When your man asks you to go down on him, try surprising him with..." He stopped to read the first white card.  "Drowning kids in the bathtub!  Holy shit!"  Everyone started laughing, including you.  That card was very dark, and very funny.

"When your man asks you to go down on him, try surprising him with… an erection that lasts longer than 4 hours."   Everyone lightly chuckled at this one, it wasn't as funny as the first card.     

"Lastly, when your man asks you to go down on him, try surprising him with… explaining how viaginas work.  Ok this one works for Steve 100%!"  Everyone laughed and agreed with Bucky.  Steve was smiling, not laughing.  He was trying to not show how true that was but it wasn't working out that well for him.

Then you and Bucky turned to one another and discussed who won this round.  You whispered for about less than a minute, since there was an obvious winner.  Then you and Bucky turned around to the three teams and announced your decision.  

"Drowning kids in the bathtub wins!" you declare.  Then Peter and Tony cheer and high five each other.

"We did it!" Peter cheered.

"Got ya, suckers!" Tony bragged.  

"Wait, how many black cards do you need to win?" Clint asked.  You looked at Peter, who shrugged.  It was a very good question, and you needed a minute to think about it.

"How about the first team with 10 black cards wins?"  you ask.  Everyone nodded and the game resumed.

"Ok, Peter, Tony, you judge." Bucky said.

Tony reached up to grab the card.  As he read it, he kept snickering.  When he finished, he showed Peter the card as he leaned into Peter's shoulder for support.  Peter was chuckling as well and leaned on Tony's head.  As far as you knew, Tony was very tough with Peter, but now, seeing them all cuddled up together laughing, it proved y9ou very wrong.  It took you by surprise, but you loved how cute they were together.  Tony was the father figure in Peter's life that he needed, and he was that figure for you as well.

"You wanna read it, Peter?" Tony asked.

"Sure," Peter said.  "When I was tripping on acid, ______ turned into ________."  Everyone chuckled at how ridiculous the card sounded and started to choose their cards for the round.

"Wait, how will you guys know which card goes first?" Steve asked.

"Put the first card on the top and the second one on the bottom." Peter replied.  Steve gave him a thumbs up and continued talking with Nat.  

As everyone was choosing their cards, you and Bucky were doing the exact same thing.  But in the middle of it, Bucky called you "doll."  Normally there's nothing wrong with this, it was something he called you since the two of you met.  But Sam was in the room.  And he heard it.  After Bucky said it, Sam started cackling like a witch.  He was rolled over on the floor, clutching to his stomach and tears covering his face.  Everyone else looked up and wondered what in the world was so funny, since none of them heard Bucky's nickname for you.  You didn't know why he was laughing, but Bucky knew the exact reason.  He wasn't going to say anything to draw attention to himself or you.  Instead he just gave a death stare at Sam, and nobody noticed.

"Partner, you good down there?" Clint asked, confused.  Sam was still laughing as he got up from the floor.

"Yeah," Sam coughed.  After he caught his breath, he saw Bucky glaring at him.  He waved at Bucky, like he had no clue what he did.  When your head was looking at the cards, he flipped Sam off and Sam stuck his tongue out and put his finger by his throat, signaling that Bucky would get it later.  Bucky rolled his eyes and returned his attention back to you and the game.

After a couple minutes, three cards were placed in the middle, ready to be read by the Student and Master.

"Everyone hush!!! Tony scolded, and everyone in the room immediately shut up.  "Thank you.  Kid, you may read the first card." 

"Thanks Mr. Stark," Peter said.  "When I was tripping on acid, Danny DeVito turned into pixelated bukkake!  Oh my god! What the FUCK?" Everyone was clutching on the remaining air that was left in their lungs.  All of the teams were laughing to the point where faces were turning purple.

"What does that mean?" Steve quietly asked, not wanting a lecture about how pure he was.  But everyone heard since the laughter was dying down, but it resumed once more after what Steve said.  It took another couple of minutes for everyone to control themselves again.  

"I'll explain later, Steve." Sam reassured.  Steve rolled his eyes and let Tony and Peter continue.

"Ok, when I was tripping on acid, blowing my boyfriend so hard he shits turned into incest." Peter continued.  He laughed at the end and everyone joined him.

"My turn, shut up!!" Tony barked.  "Ahem.  When I was tripping on acid, my sex life turned into..."  Tony never finished reading the card.  His eyes were glued to the last white card.  It was like he did not comprehend what was on the card. 

"Am I- am I reading this right?" he asked Peter.  Peter took a look at the card and he snorted.

"Yeah.. yeah." Peter snickered.  "You are reading that right, Mr. Stark." 

"Ok I just wanted to make sure i'm not getting too old." Tony said.  "When I was tripping on acid, my sex life turned into braiding three penises into a twizzler.  Alright, who the fuck thinks this is ok?" 

Everyone was cackling and laughing again.  Tony was ranting on about how obscene the card was and how that would never work in real life, which was making it harder to stop laughing.  Once Tony was finished complaining and asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. if the card was able to actually happen, the laugher subsided and Tony and Peter started deliberating.  They took longer than you and Bucky, which made it seem as if it was a close round.  Finally, Peter stood up and revealed the winning card.

"Before I announce the winning card, I have a question for Mr. Rogers." Peter announced.

"Sure, Peter.  Whats up?" Steve asked.

"Did you understand what the last card meant?" Peter asked.  Everyone chuckled lightly.  Not that it wasn't funny.  Everyone knew if they laughed too hard, they would have a hard time breathing.    

Steve rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically before answering the question.  "Yes.  I understood that reference." 

Bucky stood up and started applauding for Steve.  He was joined by you, Nat, Tony and the Birdbrains.  Steve stood up and took a bow, thanking everyone and waving like a celebrity.      

"Thank god you did," Nat sighed in relief.

"Finally, you get something!" Bucky rejoiced.

"This was a close one but the sex life one wins for sure!" Peter said.

Clint and Sam got up again and started to cheer, high fiving and chest bumping.  They even did some weird thing that was supposed to be a bird call, since they were the Birdbrains.  To you, it sounded like a cat dying in an alleyway from food poisoning.  Once they finished their bird call, the Birdbrains sat down and bragged about their first win of the night.

"Yeah yeah! Deal wit dat!" Sam yelled.

"Losers!" Clint cheered, making an "L" with his hand and putting it on his forehead.

"We will see who has the last laugh," Nat grunted.

"Birdbrains!" you chimed in.  

"Shut it Lovebirds!" Sam shouted back at the two of you.  He went to pick up the next black card.  Bucky looked around the room, not knowing why he was blamed and not Nat.  Nat smirked at Bucky and Bucky just rolled his eyes.  You giggled while Bucky stuck the middle finger back at Sam, for the like the 100th time tonight.

Sam and Clint read the card and started to laugh again, but it wasn't a big one, just a chuckle.

"Hehe.  Shut it Clint.  I gotta read the card!" Sam scolded.  Clint stopped laughing, but his face looked like it was about to explode any minute now as Sam started to read the card.

"White people like _____" Sam read.  Everyone giggled and went back to their groups to decide which card would be the best.  In a few minutes, each team was ready and placed their cards in the middle.  

"We got this one Steve." Nat said.

"Yeah, Nat.  Lets go!" Steve cheered as he high fived his partner.

"No, Spys," Tony sighed.  "We do because we are the best.  No questions needed to be asked.  Right kid?" 

"Yes sir!" Peter joined in.  The two of them fist bumped and made faces at the Spys and Lovebirds.

"Oh be quiet," Bucky sighed.  "Let the stupid Birdbrains read the fucking cards."  You smiled as Bucky held his arm around you a little tighter than before.  You knew Bucky wasn't the most patient person, and it seemed like the Birdbrains were taking as long as possible just to annoy your boyfriend.  You knew you would win in the end though.  And if you didn't, the Winter Soldier would kick their asses to their graves.

"Thank you.  Ahem," Sam cleared his throat.  "White people like jerking off into a pool of children's tears.  Holy fuck."  Everyone laughed at the card, just like all the others before it.          

"That's my kind of humor.  Continue Sam." Clint chuckled.  You knew Clint had a very different sense of humor than most of the people at the Compound.  You had become friends with him by understanding his jokes that nobody else understood.  Even Peter was able to understand some of Clint humor, which was a shocker to everyone.  Clint enjoyed having someone that understood him, even if it was for jokes about drowning kids.

"Next, white people like.." Sam never finished reading the card.  He shoved the card in Clints face and walked out of the room to get a breath of fresh air.  Clint looked at everyone to see if they knew why he walked out, but you and everyone else were just as lost.  Then Clint looked at the card and had an "aha"  moment.  

"White people like a falcon with a cap on its head." Clint finished.  Everyone knew the card wasn't funny.  But since Sam's superhero name was "Falcon," it seemed so funny.  Bucky was trying very hard not to laugh and so were Steve, Nat and Clint.  Peter was about to laugh, but Tony was able to cover Peter's mouth in time.  Tony raised his free hand to his mouth, making a "shush" motion.  You were sitting there, smirking to yourself since you knew it wasn't the right time to laugh.

Then Sam came back into the room after a couple of minutes.  He was clearly upset of something so stupid, which made it even harder not to laugh.  Sam was staring at you and Bucky, thinking it was the two of you since Bucky and him were friends, but not really.  Sam was eyeing everyone in the room like a hawk, trying to see if anyone had changed their facial expression or something else.  

"Sam, you wanna read the last card?" Clint asked.

"No," Sam stated, bluntly.  "You read it." 

"White people like three dicks at the same time." Clint finished with a light chuckle, and all the other teams followed suit.

"Ok, drowning kids in the bathtub wins." Clint decided, without having to deliberate.

"Agreed." Sam said.

Bucky picked you up in the air and spun you around.  He hugged you so tight, you had to tap him so you could breath.  As you and Bucky bask in your victory, Sam is still looking at the Student and Master and the Spies.  He was being a detective, looking for little details that might lead him to the culprits that put that card down.  

"Who put the fucking card down?" Sam asked.  All of the sudden, Tony and Peter start laughing out of control.  Sam knew those two were the criminals in his crime.  He took a deep breath, trying his best not to go over and take Peter down to the ground.

"Im gonna kill you." Sam growled.

"Save it Birdbrain," Nat told off.  "First team to ten.  Then you can kill them." 

"You bet yo ass I will," Sam grunted.

~~~

The rest of the night carried on in a flash.  The night was filled with laughter, smiles and cheers as each team won a round.  When you started playing, it was around 8:30 pm.  But now, it was 11:50 pm.  Everyone was definitely tired, as everyone started to yawn and get bags underneath their eyes.  

You and Bucky were doing very well together.  You guys won a ton of rounds and always celebrated with Bucky hugging you and spinning you around the room.  But you weren't tired.  The adrenaline from the game was serving as a source of energy, and it was the same source for all the other teams too. 

Peter and Tony were doing very well too.  They won a couple rounds as well and they always high fived when they won.  But whenever they lost, Tony threatened Peter, saying he would take away his suit and suspend him from being an Avenger.  And as the night progressed, you and everyone kept forgetting the score for your teams.  So Tony asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to keep track of the score for the rest of the night.  And she did, very well.  

Sam and Clint were very competitive and sometimes it served in their favor.  They won a few like you and Bucky and Peter and Tony.  Clint was yawning by 9:50, he wasn't used to staying up late, but he was having fun nonetheless.  Sam, however, was full of energy, matching your level.  He grabbed tons and tons of candy, ice cream and other junk food as the night progressed, serving as a food and energy source for all of the teams.  Sam ate so much in fact that he got a sugar high at about 10:00 pm, but it wore off a few minutes later.   

Steve and Nat were doing good,but not as well and you and Bucky.  They won a few rounds, sure, but not as many as they would like.  Nat was pretty calm, but when Sam was "high" he was trying to be smooth and get Nat to go out with him.  She hit him repeatedly, and she smiled with gusto as she did, which made you laugh.  Steve to your surprise, was getting a little worked up.  He sighed in annoyance whenever they lost a round, and roared in happiness whenever they won.

~~~

"Ok, what's the score F.R.I.D.A.Y.?" Nat asked.

"The score for the Lovebirds is nine," F.R.I.D.A.Y. recited.  "The Spies have seven.  The Student and Master have nine as well.  And finally, the Birdbrains have nine.  Is that all Mrs. Romanoff?" 

"Your good, thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y." Nat thanked.    

"Ok since you guys have nine each, me and Nat will judge this last round." Steve said.  "This is it, the last one.  Winner takes all!"

As Steve finished his speech, Nat rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath as she went to grab the final black card..  You knew Bucky had superb hearing, so you leaned to ask him what she said.

"Buck, what did she say?" you asked, quietly.

"She was just saying something about how Steve has a speech for every little thing." Bucky whispered.  You giggled under your breath.

As Nat read the card, she showed it to Steve, who started to giggle like a five year old.

"Steve, this isn't that funny," Nat groaned.

"Just read the card," Steve sighed as he regained control of his breathing.

"Ugh." Nat sighed.  "Kids, I don't need drugs to get high.  I'm high on _____."  Everyone chuckled at the card and turned to their partners for the last time.  

"Kid, this is it," Tony said.

"Yep," Peter said.

"We gotta go big or go home."  Tony said.  Then, Tony and Peter looked through the cards and finally, they had their eyes set on their winning card.

"This, my student, is gold," Tony remarked.  "No, no.  Scratch that.  It's the diamond in the rough."

"Do you know the movie Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory?" Peter asked.

"Yeah why?"

"Well, this card is like our golden ticket to victory Mr. Stark." Peter said.

"I don't want another pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the night.  You understand?" Tony scolded.  Peter gulped as Tony placed their card in the middle of the table.

"Clint?" Sam asked.

"Sam?" Clint asked.

"This is it." Sam said.

"This is it." Clint said.  "We gotta give 'em the money."

"Give em the money!" 

"We gotta win."

"We have to show those little shits who the fucking bosses are." Sam declared.

"Yes sir," Clint agreed.  As the Birdbrains were chanting, boosting their confidence, they interrupted Bucky's train of thought, and yours as well.    To you, they sounded like the football teams in the locker room.  When the coach is giving the team a pep talk during the halftime show in the Superbowl, boosting the teams confidence.  You were giggling to yourself as you heard them, and Bucky caught on.  As you looked back at him, you saw a glimmer in his heavenly, blue eyes, filled with mischief.  He had his signature smirk, his one for trouble on as well.

"Doll, watch this," he whispered.  He looked over at Sam and Clint, and you waited to see what he would do next.

"YEAH BIRDBRAINS! PREACH!!!" he shouted, clapping his hands and cheering them on, mocking them.

Sam and Clint immediately stop and glare at Bucky, who is smirking at them and batting his eyelashes at them, while you are cuddled up into his shoulder laughing at the Winter Soldiers antics.

"SHUT IT LOVEBIRDS!!!" Sam and Clint clap back. 

"Ok, before we were so RUDELY interrupted," Sam grunted.  

"Very RUDELY," Clint agreed.

"Do you agree that this one is the winner?" Sam asked.  Clint looked at the card that Sam was referring to and nodded his head.  Then Sam took the card and placed it in the middle.  You and Bucky were the team that everyone was waiting for.

"Ok doll," Bucky said.  "Don't worry.  We got this in the bag."

"Yeah we got this." you agreed, smiling at your boyfriend.

Bucky looked at the other teams and pointed at them while they were waiting for you guys.  "They don't know who they are dealing with.  They are messing with the fucking Lovebirds and they have made a BIG fucking mistake." 

"Yeah we got this.  Also.." you said slyly, biting your lip at Bucky, putting your hand in his hair and leaning into his ear so only he could hear.  "If we do win.. We can have some fun later, if you know what I mean."

When you pulled away, looking back at the cards, you looked at Bucky through the corner of your eyes.  His eyes bulged open and he looked at you, smirking and biting his bottom lip.

"Oh doll," he groaned, his voice deeper and as smooth as chocolate. 

"This card looks good right?" you asked, your tone completely changed from full of lust to innocence.  Bucky kept staring at you and smiled at you.  He always had a hard time believing he was dating you, but tonight, he realized he wanted you till the day he died.

"Yeah, you do." he blushed.  You giggled at him and gave him a peck on the cheek before you put your card into the middle.

"Ok everyone ready?" Steve asked, grabbing the cards from the table.  Everyone nodded, nerves were bouncing off the walls for all the teams.  

"First card." Steve announced.  "Kids, I don't need drugs to get high.  I'm high on..." He looked at the card and snickered, making sure his eyes weren't play tricks on him.  "I'm high on anal beads."  The room was roaring with laughter as Steve blushed after reading the card.  It took everyone about 10 minutes to calm down and let the Spies read the next card.

"That's method." Tony sighed.

"That's fucked up," Nat coughed.

"That's kinky as fuck!" Sam exclaimed.

"Next: Kids, I dont need drugs to get high," Nat read.  "I'm high on selling crack to children."  Nat's voice cracked with shock as she finished reading the card in horror.  Everyone cracked up even more.

"That's sick!" Clint said.

"Twisted!" Peter agreed.

"Ok whoever put that card down has the balls and I fucking live for it." you smiled, still laughing.

"What the hell?" Bucky sighed, putting his head in his metal hand, trying to process what Nat read.

"Then, last but not least, Nat will you do the honors?" Steve asked.

"It would be my honor," Nat grinned.  Before she started reading, she cleared her throat, overexagrating a little bit, which caused everyone to chuckle.  "Kids, I don't need drugs to get high.  I'm high on… what the fuck?" Nat looked at the card she had to read and started cackling like a witch.

"Nat, you ok over there?" you asked.

"Yeah Im fine." Nat chuckled.  "I'm high on a good sniff."  Everyone in the room was soon cackling like Nat.  And you sounded like witches.  You wondered how Wanda and Vision were "sleeping" with all the noise you guys were making.  After everyone calmed down, Steve wasn't out of breath like everyone else.

"Nat, that means what I think it means right?" Steve asked quietly.

"What do you think it means Steve?" Nat sighed.  Steve leaned into her ear and whispered what he thought it was.  You asked Bucky if he could hear what he said, but your boyfriend shook his head.  After Steve finished telling Nat, she nodded her head and rolled her eyes at her stupid partner.

"Yes Steve." Nat groaned.  "That's what 'a good sniff' means, you idiot."

"Thought you would have gotten that, pal," Bucky mocked.

"I did, I just wanted to make sure what I thought was correct." Steve stated.

"Steve, how do you not understand anything?" Bucky asked.

"Bucky, I thought you always fucked the girls on the first date in the forties.  Did you yet?" Steve asked, trying to come back at Bucky.  But it didn't really make sense because you were still a virgin.  Tony rolled his eyes in the corner and you sighed.

"Did you fuck a girl yet?" Bucky snapped.

"Steve, do we have a winner?" Nat interrupted, stopping the old men from bickering any longer.

"No, I have no clue," Steve answered.  "This was a close round.  Do you want to decide somewhere else, so they don't hear?  This might take a while."

"Yeah, lets go to the bathroom," Nat said.  "Take the cards with you."  Steve followed Nat, but Sam wasn't going to let Nat leave so quickly.

"Dont fuck him Nat!!!" Sam pleaded, shouting as loud as he could.  "He will lose his powers!"  Steve turned his back to face Sam, who was smiling back at him.  Steve rolled his eyes and followed Nat, and as he walked down the hall, he flipped Sam off.  Nat did as well.  

You, Peter and Tony were laughing your asses off, laughing at Steve and Nat as they were in the bathroom.  Clint was on his phone, texting his wife.  

Meanwhile, Sam and Bucky were making fun of Steve.  You heard them saying how much trouble Steve would be having if he was actually fucking Nat.  They were saying how Nat would be the dominant one and Steve would be like a ragdoll.  You were listening to Sam and Bucky more then Tony and Peter, since what Bucky and Sam were talking about interested you way more.

After about 10 minutes or so, Steve and Nat came out of the bathroom.  You, Sam and Bucky were eyeing them very closely, seeing if their hair was messed up, if their clothes were wrinkled, if they had hickeys, but there were no signs of physical contact.  Sam, however, wasn't letting up.  

"I hope you didn't give him a quickie," Sam mocked.

"Fuck off, Birdbrain," Nat scoffed.  "Steve, do you want to announce the winning team?"

"Sure," Steve nodded.  "Drumroll, please."

Everyone patted their legs, making a drumroll noise.  But Tony just waved his hand for everyone to stop.

"Guys stop, just stop." Tony commanded.  "We have an A.I. for a reason.  F.R.I.D.A.Y., drumroll."  F.R.I.D.A.Y. followed her orders and played a drumroll.

"The winning card is….." Steve announced.  "A GOOD SNIFF!!!"  You and Bucky erupted from your seats like a volcano.  Your hair started to glow and you floated in the air for a second.  Everyone saw you and thought you looked like a living candle.  Bucky hugged you and spun you around the room in his arms.  Bucky kissed you and you kissed him back.  Not a makeout, but just a long kiss, filled with passion and love.  

Sam and Clint got pissed that they didn't win, but they clapped for you, very slowly.  Peter clapped for you and cheered, but Tony just sighed and made gagging noises when he saw you kissing.  Nat was smiling at the two of you, and so was Steve.  They looked like proud parents, smiling in approval of how happy you and Bucky were.

"YES!! We won!!" Bucky shouted.

"Told ya we would!" You cheered.  "Take that, Birdbrains!"

"Yeah, yeah good job.  I'm going to bed." Tony groaned and headed up to the elevator, which led him to his room which was on the top floor.  You sighed and said goodnight anyways.

"I should call it a night," Clint said.

"Me too.  See ya tomorrow, lovebirds!" Nat said.  You and Bucky waved goodbye as the two of them headed to their rooms.

"Congratulations guys.  See ya tomorrow!" Steve said.

"They was cheatin." Sam bickered.

"Cmon birdbrain, lets go," Steve sighed.  Sam was bickering with Steve all the way to their rooms, and as they got further away, you could still hear them, which made you laugh.  The only people left in the room were you Bucky and Peter.

"I'm so happy that it worked," Peter said.  "Congrats by the way!"

"Thanks Peter!  I had so much fun!" you smiled.

"Yeah, it was great," Bucky agreed.  "I owe ya big time, Spiderling."

"Oh, thanks grandpa." Peter grinned.  "You have no idea what you owe me."  Then you guys cleaned up the remaining cards and headed back to your rooms.  Peter said goodnight to the two of you and you and the Winter Soldier headed to his room.

"When we get back to my room," Bucky said as you were walking.  "We earn our reward."

#avengers #marvel #fanfic #fandom #peter parker #natasha romanoff #sam wilson #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky fucking barnes #bucky barnes #tony stank #tony stark #steve rogers #clint barton #friday #cards against humanity

[whorehour]

Wishlist

SIDE NOTE: This was requested but while writing it i accidenly lost the ask beacuse im really dumb:( anyways i hope u like it maureen and im really sorry:((

sypnosis: a one-shot in which yeonjun struggles with buying the reader the perfect birthday present and in the midst of reliving some old memories, they create new ones.  2K WORDS

TW// mild use of vulgur language // very soft fluff

it was 2am when u heard something tick against your bedroom window. you tried to ignore but, it just kept getting louder. as you drew open the curtains you were met with the face of your beloved best friend, choi yeonjun.

"morning sleeping beauty" "its 2am" "the early bird catches the worm" he remarked as he climbed into your room and jumped onto your bed. you want to be mad at him from disturbing your precious sleep but, the truth is that this wasn't something new. it was quite normal for yeonjun to show up at your place at the strangest of times without any warning but that doesnt mean you weren't confused. 

"what's all this about yeonjun" you weren't exactly pleased with this spontaneous visit you valued your sleep and yeonjun knew that. "whats this?" you asked as he shoves a crumbled up piece of paper in you face. "this my dear is your wishlist from when you were 8" "how did you get that?" "we made them together on your 8th birthday, here look you wrote that these are the things you want to acomolish in ten years" the memories of your 8th birthday came flooding back. your mum had invited your friends over for a party and after everyone had left you and yeonjun stayed outside in your backyard colouring. then, yeonjun suggest you make a wishlist list of all the things you wanted to accomplish together before your 18th birthday

"i cant believe you still have this" "of course i still have it, i keep everything that's precious to me." "so you snuk into my room at 2am just to show me this?" "yep!" he smiled clearly very proud of himself. he leaned his head against your beds headboard, his eyes sparkling brighter than any star in the sky. you had to admit that your best friend was indeed beautiful which is why you can't understand why he hasn't gotten a girlfriend yet. not that it bothered you, in fact it would’ve bothered you even more if he did. you've always had a little crush on yeonjun but you never even dared to reveal your true feelings for the sake of the friendship. 

"hello? earth to y/n?" "oh sorry... thank you i love it, really" yeonjun mirrored your smile and with a playful glint in his eyes, he stood up and went back to the window and looked at you as if he was expecting you to follow him.

"what are you doing?" "read number 6" "mc donalds at 2am? really?? now??" "its 2am isn't it? hurry up birthday girl, im hungry" you blinked twice in confusion trying to process all that was happening. you ignorantly thought that the wishlist was the gift paying no attention to its contents, but of course there was always something more when it had to do with yeonjun. 

"are you sure this is legal?" "probably not...hey, dont give me that look this was your idea" you and yeonjun were currently at an abandoned apartment building ready to check number 9 off the wishlist, having a picnic on the roof of an abandoned building under the stars. you had to admit, this birthday present was becoming quite scary, but the thought of getting caught doing something this stupid with your best friend was more than exciting. you finally reached the top floor and opened the door which lead to the roof. the apartment building its self was about 12 stories high so, you were quite high up.

"the views so pretty" "yeah... beautiful" you didn't notice how yeonjun was looking at you with so much love in his eyes. to him you were the most beautiful and precious thing and seeing the way your eyes twinkled with happiness made his heart skip a beat. if it weren't for your impatient whines to set everything up and start eating, he would've told you how he felt right then and there, but everything happens for a reason. 

an hour later and you were both laying under the stars talking and laughing and sometimes not saying a word, the silence was never awkward between you two, in fact you found so much comfort in each others company that sometimes no words were needed.

"did you feel that?" "feel what?" "its raining" "what!? hurry grab the stuff lets-" you were starting to stand up when yoenjun pulled you back down. he reached inside his jean pockets and pulled out the whish list. "number 2" he said nonchalantly. number two was special to both of you. it was something you always wanted to do but never had the chance because your parents would scold you, over time you had forgotten about it...until now. yeonjun stood up and extended his hands to help you get up. he pulled you in close and started swaying from side to side.

"there's no music" you mumbled and right on que, he started humming your favourite song. it was a magical moment, just like you had dreamed about when you were eight. it felt like a movie scene and you didnt want it to end. yeonjun held you close as you rested your head against his chest and whispered and it was at that moment you both realised how deeply in love you were with each other.

"you know, when i was eight years old i considered myself a great artist. however, today...not so much” "come y/n its the last thing on the list we have to do it" "alright fine, open the paint bucket" number 10 was very... ambitious. you wanted to paint a disney castle on one of your bedroom walls. sure the idea was cute, but it would've been cuter if it was done by a professional and not by two teenagers who can barely draw stick figures. but alas, yeonjun insisted to stick to the list and so, here you both where, ready to (ruin) paint over your white bedroom wall. 

"ready y/n?" "nope" "good"

"THATS SO NOT A CASTLE" "WHAT DO MEAN ITS PERFECT" "lets just paint over it yeonjun"  "no. we're leaving it as it is. its got character. you clearly dont understand art." "oh really? do you understand this" as the last word rolled off of your tongue, you painted a nice blue line across yeonjuns arm. he laughed for a second, then got serious and started running after you with a paint brush drenched in white paint. your bedroom filled with laughter and screams as yeonjun picked you up and pinned against the wall. he was so dangerously close to your face that you could feel his breath fan over your lips. you didn't move nor did you want to. yeonjun however, inching closer and closer until you could feel his soft pink lips on yours. the kiss was soft and short after two seconds he pulled back with wide eyes an apology already prepared, but you didnt give him any time to say a word, instead you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly and drew him into a deeper kiss. yeonjun finally relaxed and melted in your embraced as he kissed you back with so much love and passion. his hands snaked around your waist and pulled you closer if that was even possible. you could feel his tongue poke against your lips asking for permission and you willingly let him in. as your tongues battled for danced around in each other’s mouths, yeonjun wrapped his hands around your thighs and lifted you up. you wrapped your legs around his waist as he walked towards the bed where he laid you down softly. 

"you sure this is ok?" he whispered above you.

"more than ok...please, dont stop again" that was enough for yeonjun to strip off his shirt and go back to kissing you. his lips travelled down towards your jaw and down to your neck. he started to kiss all over your neck.until he found your sweet spot. the sound of your breathless moans cause yeonjuns pants to tighten as he littered hickies all over your neck. he pulled back to admire his work and his eyes travelled upwards to find a bright smile on his face. yeonjun felt his heart flutter as the sight and leaned in again to place a chaste kiss on your lips before pulling your top over your head. 

"you're so beautiful" he whispered as his littered kisses all over your chest and stomach. his kisses kept getting lower and lower untill he reached the waistband of your sweats. "may i?" he asked to which you eagerly nodded. he removed your sweatpants dangerously slow which cause you to whine in impatience, earning a breathless laugh from the man above you. you were getting impatient by how slow things were moving so you flipped yeonjun over and sat on his lap. his reaction was priceless, eyes wide and mouth opened ever so slightly he looked like a deer in headlights. he watched eagerly as you reached behind your back to remove your bra and tossed it wherever. 

the sight in fornt of yeonjun was enough for him to buck his hips upwards. his hands travelled towards your chest as you bent down to kiss him again while grinding on him. yeonjun couldn't help but moan, he flipped you over again and stripped himself of his pants and boxers. "like what you see?" yeonjun laughed at your wandering eyes. you didnt respond instead pulled him into another deep kiss but this time it was sloppier. yeonjuns hands slid down and removed your underwear, his lips never leaving yours. you could feel him lining himself into your entrance and gripped his arms which caused yeonjun to pull away from the kiss.  “dont worry, i got you... i wont hurt you i promise” you trusted yeonjun with your life and you couldn't feel safer with him, but you were still nervous. he pushed inside of you and you winced and the streched. yeonjun didn't move a muscle he was so scared of hurting that he waited for your command before he started moving his hips. he kissed your lips to distract you from the pain

"i love you" he whispered "i love you too"yeonjun buried his head into your neck and soon, the pain turned into pleasure and you started moaning in yeonjuns ears."f-faster" you moaned out. yeonjun didnt hesitate to buck his hips forward at a faster rate. he sat up and lifted your legs over his shoulders and moaned at the feeling of your warm walls wrapped tightly around his length. the view of yeonjun moaning and bitimg his lips as his hear stuck to hia forehead due to the sweat, had you moaning and cleanching around him

"fuck- stop that or ill- fuck" he continued to pound into you not caring how loud the two of you were being. yeonjun looked at you and could tell by the way your face was twisting and how you were tightening around him that you were close."come with me baby" his growled in your ear. his voice alone was enough to send you over the edge as you came on his dick. the feeling of your walls pulsing around him caused him to pull out and come on your stomach. the view of yeonjun moaning as he came on you was breathtaking. daringly, you scooped up his cum from your stomach and placed your digits in your mouth, sucking every finger while keeping eye contact with yeonjun. yeonjun moaned at the sight and scooped up the remaining cum and shoved his fingers into your mouth and watched in awe as you sucked his fingers clean. after he pulled his fingers out he leaned in and kissed you once again, tasting himself on your tongue. 

he pulled himself back and laid beside you as you both started up at the ceiling, trying to process all that just happened. "well, that wasn't on the list" you laughed and yeonjun joined in as he pulled you closer. you rested your head against his chest and wrapped your arms around his figure after pulling the covers over both of you. yeonjun kissed the top of your head lovingly and whispered "i love you" “i love you too...we still need to paint over that castle by the way." "ssshhh dont ruin the moment"

#yeonjun soobin beomgyu taehyun heuningkai txt tommorowbytogether yeonjunsmut yeonjun fluff kpop requested imsosorry

[frustratedpotatowriter]

Explosive warmth - Part two

Ground Zero ¦ Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Genre: Smut. Fanfic. 18+. Aged up characters

Warnings: Smut. Sex. Oral. Cursing.

EXPLICIT CONTENT - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

This is part two of Explosive warmth. Part one can be found here

I just wanna thank you all, I didn't expect that a lot of people will like what I wrote. So much appreciation for you guys.

Please don't copy/plagiarize. Lovelots 💟💟

P.S: Haruna is an OC. Sorry for the unchanged pronouns/grammar errors.

Enjoy!

The day went on fine. Katsuki still screams at you every now and then because of the interview, which he still did anyway.

Everything went smoothly. At 6pm, you parted ways already, he was going to meet his mom, and you're off to see Haruna.

Haruna is Deku's secretary. You've been friends since you always call out to apologize for katsuki's rudeness.

"Ahhhhh! We gotta go shopping!" You laughed at Haruna's reaction.

"You're just finding an excuse to shop."

"Of course! This is a perfect timing!" She's clapping her hands like a child.

You finally just surrendered and went shopping with her.

After shopping for a few dresses and other stuff, you decided to eat.

"Lets go there!"!You pointed at a familiar sign.

"Thats katsuki's favorite restaurant!" you exclaimed, Haruna agreed to eat there since it is a famous restaurant.

You and Haruna went inside and asked if a table is available, they said to wait for 5 minutes, which you happily agreed to.

You sat down on the chairs, pulled out your phone and started scrolling.

"Omygod. Y/N! Isn't that Ground Zero? The one with the girl?" I did not bother looking at her even though she gripped my arm tightly.

"Impossible. He said he's out with his mom." She kept on tugging you and so you looked at where she was pointing at.

She's right. Katsuki's with another girl, Your mind went blank, there's no way this is happening.

You took your bag and went off. Tears are already forming in your eyes.

He literally just asked you out and he's on a date with another girl!

That idiot!

Haruna decided to spend the night with you, in your apartment, because she said she can't leave you in such a state.

"Aren't they like schoolmates?" She asked. You nodded in response.

You are lying on the bed and haruna's eating some ordered food.

"You know you could ask him about it. Maybe it's just nothing." She added.

"I dont know. he said he was out with his mom." You said as tears stream down your face.

You felt the bed shrink.

"Hey. Its okay." She patted your arms.

You sat up and hugged haruna.

"Maybe he does not really like me. After all, this relationship just started with sex you know. He never even told me that he likes me!"

"You never told him that you like him either. I really think you two just need to talk."

You stayed silent. She does have a point, you can't just jump into conclusions like that.

"You have liked this guy for a long time already, Y/N. Are you seriously just gonna give up this easily?"

Haruna held both your arms and shook you.

"I didn't say Im gonna give up, I just wanna pause and think."

"Think? About what?" She asked confused.

You shrugged not knowing the answer for that too.

"You have an amazing quirk that can even pass as a hero, but you chose to be his secretary. What do you call that?"

"Hey, I decided that I wont be a hero even before met." You corrected her. She shrugged it off.

"Girl. If I have a quirk like yours, I'd love to be a hero."

"Nah. I just use this for protection."

"Hey. So, what's it even called?"

"I dont know. I dont wanna talk about my quirk." I answered.

She kept quiet after.

"We should probably go to sleep now." Haruna, breaking the silence.

After a few minutes Haruna already fell asleep, whilst you stayed awake for hours.

Its alreast past 3am when you fell asleep.

The next morning, you woke up at around 10am already.

You immediately sat up and looked at your phone, Katsuki must be losing his mind, by now.

Your eyes widen in surprise when you saw 47 missed calls all from Katsuki!

You sighed and laid down again.

Your emotions are all jumbled up, you wanna see him, you kinda don't wanna see him? But you feel guilty, because you know he's gonna be honest if he you ask him.

What is wrong with you, you kept asking yourself.

A few minutes pass by and your phone rang again. You pressed the answer button.

"Hello?" I answered lazily

"Good morning Y/N" I sat back up.

"M-Mrs. Bakugo. Good morning. Im not at the office today. I-Im sorry." I rambled.

"Oh. thats alright. I wanted to talk to you. Can we meet at lunch?"

"Uh. yes. Of course. see you. Take care too, Mrs. Bakugo. Goodbye."

After the call, you were stunned . Why does his mother wants to meet out of nowhere?

You shook your head and tried to relax, as you got up and prepare.

At lunch, You and Katsuki's mom went to meet in a restaurant.

"Hey, So Im not gonna go around in circles." I looked up at Katsuki's mom.

My fingers are fidgeting under the table because of nervousness.

"Im sorry." You frowned when she finally said that.

"Sorry? for what?" You ask in genuine curiousity.

"Well, Katsuki called me today. He said that I ruined his life. I didn't know that you two were going out and so I set up that date for him." Your mouth was ajar when she finished talking.

"W-well. im not even sure if we're really going out like-" She reached out for my hand, and held it tight.

"Katsuki may be a pain in the ass and is very rude, but he sound so worried when he called me. He said you're not answering his calls,and did not show up for work..I genuinely think that my katsuki likes you a lot."

She looked me in the eyes and smiled. I smiled back at her.

Both of you ate lunch together, talking and bonding over how Katsuki is just hard to deal with.

She then, asked you to go and meet katsuki already because "He might be losing his mind already.", to which you obliged.

You wanted to make up with him anyway.

You decided to make him make you guys official.

After the goodbyes you went to his hero agency.

"M-Ms. Y/L/N! You're here. No one was able to come inside Ground Zero's office. He's been mad since this morning!"

That idiot. You patted his back "Its going to be okay now."

You left for the elevator and went straight to his office's floor.

You didn't bother knocking and just went inside.

"DIDN'T I JUST FUCKING SAID NO-"

He stopped when he saw you standing there, looking around all the mess he made.

He massaged your temple as you think of the things you're gonna have to buy again for his office.

Everything was silent for a few minutes, and you looked up to him.

"I didn't mean to not answer your calls or not go to work today. I was just-" You were wlcut off when a pair of arms wrapped you tightly.

"You fucking idiot. I thought you left me. Never scare me like that again. Seriously!" His hug tightened, you slowly raised my arms and hugged him back.

"Katsuki. I really, really like you a lot."

"I know! Its obvious!" You stayed silent after he said that but he just kept on with the hug.

"This is the part where you tell me how you feel."You told him impatiently.

"What?! Do I have to do that?!" You frowned and pushed him away. You stared into his eyes.

"If you dont like me, you can just tell me. Oh well, you probably dont, you were going on a date with another girl last night." You turned around, and walked towards the door.

"godfuckingdammit. Didn't that old hag explained that already?!" You felt heavy, angry footsteps following me.

You were just teasing him, he's so easy to piss off. You chuckled lightly

"So, you enjoy teasing me, huh?!" You spun your head to face him when he pulled you by the wrist.

He dragged you to his car and ordered you to enter, which you did.

He entered the car and started driving.

In no more than 15 minutes later, you arrived in front a luxurious apartment complex.

He parked his car and went inside with Katsuki, still dragging you by the wrist and you just going on with it.

You can't deny the flame of excitement is burning inside you.

He did not let go of you even in the elevator, you dropped off the 8th floor and he dragged you again until he reached a room. He entered a code and pulled you inside.

Taking a good look around, this place is very neat.

"I-Is this your place?" You asked.

"Yeah."

"W-why did you bring me here?"

"Because I'm gonna fuck you so hard that your throat gives out of screaming my name." You gulped as you licked your lips.

Your whole body is burning out of the excitement for all the sensations he's gonna give.

"But first-"

Nah-uh. You turned to face him and immediately jumped on his arms to kiss him.

"W-wait!" He tried to protest. You started to kiss his neck and tug his hair.

"I can no longer wait katsuki. I want to feel you." He muttered a few curses before he carried you to his bedroom.

He pushed you on the bed. You like it when he dominates, which he always does.

"K-katsuki. My insides are aching. I want you inside." He hovered over you with a grin plastered on his face.

The distance was slowly closing until your lips touched, his kisses are getting deeper by the second.

You wrapped my arms around his neck, to keep him close.

You were both catching breaths when you stopped kissing.

Not wanting to waste any more time, you pulled katsuki's shirt off of him.

Seeing him naked adds more intensity to the need you already have for him.

You were so busy eating him with my eyes that I didn't notice that he got his hands on my dress and ripped it open.

"Katsuki!"

"Its gonna take too long to take off." He explained before diving in your chest. He fondled them as his right hand traveled on your back, removing your bra.

He threw it aside and started sucking on your nipple, You gave a loud moan, he is being extra rough on you today.

You hugged him tighter, not wanting him to stop.

His right hand then traveled down and went inside your underwear. You drew a sharp breath when he swiped a finger on your sweet spot.

"You are so fucking wet for me." He smirked.

You felt him remove your underwear the next second and opened your legs wide for him to see.

"Look at this, your pussy is already dripping." He licked his lips and dived between your thighs.

You can't help but moan when you felt his tongue enter you.

The thought of his saliva mixing with your juices made you burn more.

"K-katsuki! You're so good! ah!" He lapped your already heated core intensely.

"M-more. Damn! Katsuki! Ah!"

You held on the pillow, back arching, because of all the pleasant feeling running around your sensitive body.

"K-katsuki! Right there! I-Im gonna cum~!" You exploded all over his mouth, legs trembling and head spinning.

He made sure to drink everything that you released before looking up.

He cannot look more smug than this, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue with white juices all over it.

"Delicious." You bit your lip and used up your strength to turn the position over.

You sat on top of him and kissed his lips, tasting yourself.

You began travelling down, licking his neck, sucking on it.

You worked hard just to leave a mark.

You then immediately traveled south to remove his sweatpants, and brief.

His cock now in all it glory infront of you.

You gulped.

You never actually stared at it like this. Its so hard and erect.

You kissed his shaft, licked it, when katsuki grunted, You continued on and wrapped your mouth around his cock.

"F-fuck. I never knew you can do this." Katsuki said in between his groans and moans while you bob my head up and down.

You stroke his cock with the same pace yout mouth is moving, when you tasted his precum, I felt the veins throb.

"I-Im fucking close!" He shouted. He held your head dictating the speed he needs.

"F-fuck! Im- Fuck!"

His hips thrusted upward when you felt him spill.. You swallowed all of it and wiped your mouth.

"You taste so gooood katsuki." You teased.

He pulled you up and pinned you on the bed.

"Yeah? I bet its gonna taste even better here." He touched your bare sensitivity which made you jolt.

"You're that sensitive down there already?" His smirk as you nodded in response.

"Beg for me then. Beg for me to fuck you." He whispered erotically.

"I want you inside, katsuki. Please! Fuck me." You begged.

He just gave you a sadistic grin before slamming himself inside you.

He slipped right inside and started to fuck the hell out of you.

You recited his name like a mantra, screaming and moaning everytime he pulls in and out.

"I-Im gonna go crazy, katsuki!"

"What?! Are you getting addicted to my cock. huh?"

You're seriously wondering how can he sound so hot when fucks you.

"Y-yeah! I c-cant get e-enough of your cock, katsuki!" You felt the familiar build up around your stomach.

"Fuck it. Im gonna make sure to get you pregnant!" He yelled, as his pace bacame rougher.

I dont care if I get pregnant as long as its katsuki's. Damn it.

"Fuck! I love you Y/N!"

Three more thrusts and You felt your liquid mixing in with his, he grunted as he made sure to leave every last drop of his seed inside you.

You stayed in that position for a few seconds before he dropped next to you.

He pulled you harshly to cuddle beside him.

Burying your face around his neck, you wrapped your arms in his waist.

"We should get married."

"mmmhmm." You hummed. Tired. Wait.

"Married?!" Shocked beyond belief, because of his suggestion..

"Yeah. Got a problem?" You blinked a few times, a little way of reminding yourself this is not a dream.

"Isn't it too soon?" He grunted.

"We're gonna get married. Can't have you running away.Now, sleep." He shushed you and closed his eyes.

Images of katsuki as a husband and father made you giggle.

"Okay, lets get married, then." you snuggled closer to him and felt his warmth spread all over you.

#bnha #bnha bakugou #bnha fanfiction #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugō #bnha smut #bakugo smut #bakugou x reader #bakugo fanfic #my hero academia fanfic #my heroi academia smut #bnha fanfic #ground zero fanfic #ground zero x reader #ground zero mha smut

[the-shadow-of-atlantis]

All The Stars (Part 2)

Summary: Nova adopts Lupin as her wereuncle. In other words this is very stupid and another filler chapter.

Tagging: @lizartgurl @melyaliz @coffee-randomness @thespacebuns @speedypan

Prologue, Part 1

“Nova! Professor Lupin is here.” Keti shouted up the stairs.

Nova quickly put the star chart she was working on away and grabbed her things for her lesson. She hopped down the stairs and walked into the kitchen.

“Hello professor.” Nova smiled brightly as she saw Lupin sitting at one of the chairs.

“Good to see you again Nova. Are you ready for your first session?” Lupin said with a warm smile.

“Yup!” Nova said cheerfully as she pulled out her supplies.

However Lupin was a bit stunned.

“Nova where are your quill and parchment?” He asked, Nova looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I have my pen and notebook. That should suffice shouldn’t it?” She questioned.

“The supply list said quills and parchment.” Lupin tried to reason.

“Notebooks have papers with lines which would make for papers to look neater. The fountain pen has the ink required for writing.” Nova reasoned and Lupin looked at her baffled. She glanced at her pen. “Would it help if I stuck a feather on it?”

Nova could hear her parents stifle a giggle as they worked on dinner. Lupin turned to look at her father.

“You weren’t kidding when you said she was going to be interesting to teach.”

“I tried to warn you.” Her father said but gave Nova a smile.

“Very well, you can use the supplies you have, though I’m not sure if when you get to Hogwarts they will allow you to have them. Now I think we can start with History of Magic and do potions after dinner that way we don’t accidentally contaminate the food.”

“Okay.” Nova smiled as she grabbed the right book.

~~~~~

“Very well for homework I want a two foot essay on the importance of the ingredients found in Cure for Boils.” Lupin said as he carefully put away Novas potion.

“I’m sorry what?” She asked looking at him confused.

“A two foot essay.” He repeated, Nova blinked.

“Can you just give me a word count?” She asked.

“I’m sorry?” Lupin asked.

“A word count. You know like 1,000 words or so.”

“Why would I do a word count?” Lupin asked.

”Well why would you assign a 2 foot essay, do you realize how easy it would be to cheat on that? I could write my letters very big or write sideways.”

“Now why didn’t I think of that when I was in school.” Lupin muttered. “Very well 2,000 word essay.”

Nova nodded and added it to her notes.

~~~~~

“Are you feeling okay professor?” Nova asked as she finished up her dinner, looking at Lupin who seemed a bit ghastly looking.

“I am fine. It’s just my illness.” He said as he finished up his food. “Thank you again for the food Keti it was delicious.”

“Of course Lupin.” Her mother smiled.

“What illness do you have?” Nova asked.

“Nova.” Her mother scolded.

“What?” Nova asked.

“It’s complicated.” Lupin smiled sadly.

“Are you dying?” Nova asked.

“No my dear, far from it.” Lupin chuckled.

“Will you ever tell me?” Nova asked.

“Maybe. In time.”

~~~~~

Nova hummed as she drew in her sketchbook, looking back into her telescope she focused it making sure she got the details right.

She sighed as she finished her moon sketch, it had been a bit of a boring afternoon. It was the week Lupin had not been able to come due to his condition. Nova flipped through her sketchbook and slowly frowned. She looked at the dates on her sketches. She’d only been able to draw the night sky when Lupin wasn’t teaching her, as she flipped through her book she began to notice a bit of a pattern.

Nova had a hunch but she wasn’t quite sure, still she climbed up into the attic and rummaged through her fathers things. She knew he still had his old Hogwarts books somewhere up here he had shown them to her a couple times.

“Nova what are you doing up there?” Her father asked from the ladder.

“Just trying to see if I can find some research for my paper.” Nova lied as she stuffed the book she found under her shirt.

“I thought you already finished your paper.” Her father said as she started to climb down.

“Yeah but I was wondering if maybe I missed something. I wanted to see what your books had to offer.”

“And?”

“I got what I need.” Nova smiled up at her father.

~~~~~

She studied Lupin carefully when he was back, he still seemed ill but a bit more relaxed.

“How are you feeling today professor?” Nova asked as she took her notes.

“Much better thank you for asking.”

“Did you get plenty of rest over the week?”

“A bit. But it was a long week.” Lupin sighed as he rubbed his neck. “Now this next charm is a quite difficult so focus as you perform it.”

Nova nodded as she held her wand up and carefully moved her wrist.

“Perfect.” Lupin said as he marked the paper he had.

“Halloween will be coming soon. Will you stay for our dinner?” Nova asked as she began practicing her next spell.

“I’m afraid not.” Lupin said as he fixed her posture.

“Oh, pity, it would have been fun. I’m allowed to stay up and watch scary movies. Do you like scary movies?”

“I’m afraid I’ve never seen any.” Lupin admits making Nova gasp.

“Oh we need to fix that.” Nova said before attempting her charm again. “Do you have a favorite monster?”

“Again I’m afraid not. And you?”

“Im partial to the zombie its interesting especially with the probably that they can be real magic or not. Though I kinda like werewolves.” She studied Lupin from the corner of her eye and noticed him stiffen.

“Is that so? And why is that?” He asked casually, Nova shrugged.

“They are interesting. Though it must be painful to go through the transformation every month. But that doesn’t make who they are any less human it just makes them more special.” Nova explained keeping her gaze focused and perfecting the charm.

“Is there something you’d like to tell me Miss?” Lupin asked.

“Nope, is there something you’d like to tell me?” She responded smiling.

“Something tells me you already know.” Lupin chuckled.

“I don’t mind.” Nova said sincerely. “I know how hard it is for you but you are not like what they described in the books. You’re a great person and a good teacher.”

“Thank you. Now shall we get back to the lesson?”

~~~~~

“I do not understand why you still insist to wear all that gear.” Lupin said as Nova fixed the dust mask on over her mouth.

“It is lab safety and it is essential.” Came Novas muffled reply.

“Magic can fix everything the potions may do.” Lupin reasoned.

“Excuse me if I dont want to feel the sensation of losing my eyes only to get them regrown. I’m pretty sure its a lovely experience.” Nova countered.

“Well you got a point there.” Lupin muttered. “Still you are very great with potions.”

“You do realize that if I add one too many slugs this potion will explode and melt the table.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because she tried it last night. Luckily her mother wasn’t home and I was able to remake the table.” Her father said.

“And why did you do that?”

“I like to see what would happen if I change the potion a little bit. Now I know. Makes for a pretty great bomb.”

“Nova.” Her father warned.

“Not like I’d ever use that information… unless needed to.”

“Nova.”

“What?”

“Well lets try not to melt the table this time shall we.” Lupin chuckled.

~~~~~

“Lupin!” Nova shouted from the living room. “Merry Christmas! Or almost Christmas.”

Lupin smiled as he stepped into the living room where nova was with her parents dressed in matching sweaters. Nova had already opened one of her presents and was now admiring what seemed to be a muggle toy.

“Sorry I’m late.” He said as he took a seat on the sofa.

“It’s alright.” Keti said as she got up. “Let me get you a cup of hot chocolate.”

“It’s not much but I hope you like it.” Lupin said as he handed Nova a small box.

“Can I open it?” Nova asked as she took the box.

“Of course.”

Nova opened the small box and gasped. In the soft velvet laid a pure black fountain pen that was delicately decorated with small specks of white to look like stars.

“It’s so pretty.” Nova said as he plucked the pen out she quickly ran to get ink and paper and spent the next few minutes testing the grip of the pen.

“I have something for you too.” Nova said as she rummaged through the presents.

“I hope it fits.” Nova said as she came back with a lumpy package.

Lupin unwrapped it and took out a dark brown jacket and a red scarf.

“You look like you needed a new one.” Nova said as Lupin shrugged on the jacket.

“It fits perfectly.”

~~~~~

Nova bounced in her seat as she waited, Lupin was going over the papers that were sent back from Hogwarts. He made sure to keep a straight face as he read them which was making her very impatient.

“How did I do?” She asked again and finally Lupin smiled.

“You passed, you shall be receiving your Hogwarts letter in a couple of months.”

“Yes!” Nova shouted as she hopped off her seat.

“MUM! DAD! I’m going to Hogwarts!!!” Nova shouted as she ran through the house.

Her parents came into the kitchen where Lupin was still holding her papers.

“Looks like the Hogwarts teachers are going to be in for a ride next year.” Lupin chuckled as he handed Keti the papers which she put on the fridge next to the report card she got from her muggle school.

Nova halted in the entryway of the kitchen as if just realizing something.

“So this means you’re not going to teach me anymore.” She mumbled.

“I’m afraid not.” Lupin sighed. “Though I’m glad I did. You are a very bright witch Nova, Hogwarts will be lucky to have you. Though I must admit I wish I could see you go toe to toe with Snape.”

Nova sat down and faced Lupin. She knew about Hogwarts from her father and even a little bit from her grandmother. But she knew Lupin was slightly younger than her father despite how he looked and it just dawned on her she didn’t know about his time there.

“What was Hogwarts like when you were there?” She asked and noticed a bit of a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Now That is a very interesting story.”

#all the stars #hp imagine #oc x lupin

[horansqueen]

BabyGirl 1.0

NOTES:

♥ this is based on a concept i received a few weeks ago and ppl asked that i made a story with it. ♥ i planned 3-4 long parts but i think it’ll be 8-10 short parts ♥ 3.7k. fluff. ♥ there may be smut but i doubt it and IF it happens it wont be as explicit as my other smut works. ♥ i didn’t proofread and if you read my stuff you know i never do because im a lazy ass. ♥ i would be SO SO SO happy to get feedback for this. please? ♥ if you have any questions please dont hesitate.  ♥ read part 2 HERE

                                        1.0  ♥ LIES & TIES ♥

HIM

The first time I met her, I noticed her. It was in the way she laughed, I think. That's what drew me to her first. Then, I noticed how clever and cheeky she was, but also how kind and generous she turned out to be. When I brought her outside to take her away from all the noise and music, it hit me how perfect her face looked through the moonlight, and how bad I wanted to kiss her. I made sure she was not panicking, and when our eyes met, I felt my heart twist. Maybe it was from all the beer I had swallowed, but I could swear it was from the way she actually looked at me: Intensely, like she was looking  for answers of existential questions through my eyes.

I remember the way her cold hands on my cheeks made a shiver run through my back, and how her warm lips against mine made me want to take a cab and bring her home. I had never felt my heart beat harder than that, and I remember thinking that I finally knew what it meant to be in love.

We wanted to take things slow, but the problem was that we couldn't stay away from each other. The waiting and the time apart didn't excite us, it actually made us miserable. When we both admitted that to each other, and to ourselves, we decided to take things as they came. And they came fast. But I didnt even feel nauseous or scared of the quick pace. Rather, it made my heart swell with all the feelings I had for her.

That's why I was a bit annoyed when I came home one day and she started asking me all these questions about our future and what I expected from this relationship. I was in a bad mood, just a bunch of small inconveniences that poured on me through the day, and rehearsing had been a pain in the ass. I didn't want to fight, but I also didn't want to sit down and talk about this.

I wanted a shower, a good fuck, and to watch the golf channel. But there she was, with her impossible questions and her crazy suspicions. Did I want kids with her? Why would she even ask that, at that very moment? I couldn't lie, we had talked about it a few times, late at night, in the darkness of my bedroom, but it was different than almost pressuring me into it, as if she wanted to start a family with me in the next hours.

We fought, and after telling her I could find an other girl, she stormed out. I couldn't blame her. I knew she was self-conscious, for no real reason in my opinion, and I twisted the knife deeper in the wound. I regretted my words as soon as they escaped my lips but it was too late and somehow, I felt like she wanted to leave anyway.

It took me months to call her again, which was quite surprising, knowing how close we used to be, but after that fight, I started questioning my feelings and hers. Did we really love each other? Would we really last? What was I missing by being in a steady relationship with an older girl whom I barely saw since I was always on tour or working?

One night, after getting drunk with the boys, I spilled my heart out to her on text, and when I realized she wouldn't answer, I cried. I cried like a fucking baby who had lost his mom forever. I cried like I had lost the love of my life. I cried because I knew it was really over, and that if I had called her before, maybe she would still be in my life.

"Mate, stop, why are you even crying?"

I sniffed, sitting up in bed and turning to Louis, a sudden realization coming through me.

"You! You call her and talk to her for me! Louis, you do it!"

I was not sure those were the words I used, and I probably slurred them a bit more, but it's how it sounded to me. Louis looked at me, raising his nose up. He never liked to get into his friends' business and the fact that he knew both of us made it even worse.

"You're her best mate! Call her! Please!"

I was literally begging my bandmate, the guy who was like a brother to me, to call my girlfriend for me. The girl who wouldn't even answer my text messages.

"I'm not her best mate at all. We're just... friends." he shrugged. "And I ain't gonna play matchmaker for you two. You got into this together, then work it out."

I felt my eyes burn again from the tears and stared at him intensely. I couldn't believe he was being so harsh with me and he finally turned to look at me and rolled his eyes with a sigh.

"Okay you know what? You get a rest and we'll discuss it tomorrow." he let out, clearly annoyed. "If you still want me to talk to her, I'll fly back home and pay her a visit. Just because I also need to see my family, alright?"

When he came back from that trip, though, he didn't mention anything. I waited, and waited, but after the third show we had in a row, I confronted him. It took him forever to answer and he just closed his eyes with a sigh. There was something he didn't want to mention, and I suspected she already had a new boyfriend.

"Look, Niall..." he sighed for a second time. "Just know that she doesn't want you back, okay? She's moved on, so you should do the same."

I wanted to ask more, I wanted to find out why she didn't want to be around me anymore, and why her love for me left so fast, but I just watched Louis get up and leave. I got drunk again that night, but I didn't message her. I threw my phone in a trash bin as soon as I found one and never looked back.

Perhaps, we weren't meant to be. After all, I couldn't dwell on the past or expect anything more if she didn't want it too. It was useless, and I had to mend the pieces of my heart back together quickly. We only have one life to live and I was one of the luckiest persons in the world. That's what I had to focus on.

God, I didn't know I was in for a ride.

HER

I met Niall one day that had started like all the others, except maybe the fact that Louis, who also happened to be a close friend of mine, had insisted I was there for his birthday. It was a cold december night and soon, I had felt overwhelmed by all the people, the noise and the alcohol. It was Niall who talked to me first, asking me if I was okay, and making sure I was not panicking. It was Niall who brought me outside, talked me out of my paranoia and helped me breathe. It was Niall who bent down to meet my eyes, made my heart melt, made me fall in love with him. And when it started snowing, I felt like I was in some sort of romantic Christmas movie.

We took things slow, and then we took things fast. I was happy with him and even if he was super busy and barely home, we always found ways not to let our relationship die. There was one day though... One day when everything changed.

When he walked inside, I was waiting for him, but I didn't think my heart would jump so high. He wasn't smiling like he normally does, and I thought that perhaps, something bad had happened at rehearsal. It made me nervous. Nervous to the point of swallowing the lump in my throat every 15 seconds. Nervous to the point of being nauseous and have sweaty hands. Nervous to the point of feeling like my whole future was going to be decided in the next hour of my life. I tried to push the bad thoughts away but without much success. I knew by just looking at his face that it was a bad time to have a serious discussion. I knew it was going to turn wrong. Thinking about it again, I realized I probably unconsciously wanted to fight with him to make things easier for both of us. I didn't want to ruin his life, and that's really what I felt I was doing.

"Do you want kids?"

He stopped dead in his track as the door closed behind him and turned to me, his lips now parted Clearly, he had a bad day and wasn't in the mood for this, but here I was, asking him some random question about the future, as if we never talked about it before.

I was so often at his place that it felt like home, but for some odd reason, I kept my own apartment. He had asked me a few times to move in, which was quite surprising coming from him, but I always refused. I was dating a rich kid in a boyband, the chances of him finding someone prettier, thinner and just simply better was very high, and I wasn't even sure why he was interested in me. He would probably tell me I need to be more confident, but I was not sure it was really what it was about. I was definitely not the most confident person in the world, but being scared to lose someone like Niall was not really just a part of my imagination.

"I..." he stopped, his eyes roaming on my face, and i tried to remain motionless, sitting straight on his sofa.

I was trying to keep eye contact but it wasn't as easy as I thought. I wanted to analyze his every reaction, as if it would change anything from what was about to happen.

"I already told you I wanted them, but later, when i'll be, i don't know..." he explained, raising his shoulders, shaking his head. "In my thirties?"

I felt my heart twist in my chest and I swallowed my tears, glancing down before looking back up in his eyes. He stared at me, slightly annoyed, slightly impatient, and I licked my lips.

"And, do you want them... with me?"

This time, it's fear I could read on his face. He was young, famous and rich. I could understand that the thought of promising his girlfriend to have babies with her was something scary. I was scared too, more than he could ever think, but I was doing my best not to show it.

"We're young, you know." he just said with a shrug. "I don't know what the future holds for us."

I closed my eyes and breathed in and out slowly and deeply. I wanted to insist, I had to insist. Even if I knew there was a big chance it would turn into an argument.

"I know, but you still plan on it, right?" I added, getting up. "You love me, and you want to spend your life with me, don't you?"

His face twisted again. I was aware I was asking a twenty-year old boybander if he wanted to spend his life with me. I was not even sure if he actually loved me and from seeing the expression on his face, I could tell he wasn't sure either. I loved him, though. Deeply, truly, with my entire being, I was in love with him, but I didn't expect him to return the feeling. In fact, I didn't expect anything. I couldn't expect anything.

"Why exactly are we having this discussion again?" he asked with a sigh. "I'm not ready to start a family, and you're not either. I'm going on tour in a few weeks, and it's not like we can really plan it anytime soon."

I kept silent and swallowed, glancing down at his feet. He had taken his shoes off and for some odd reason, I was endeared by the way he let his foot rub gently against the carpet. I wanted to move closer to him, I wanted him to engulf me in one of his incredibly satisfying and comforting hugs, but that was not going to happen.

"Plan it?" I just asked in a whisper, not even sure he actually heard me.

"Come on, love, look at me."

I breathed in and finally moved my chin up, my eyes meeting his immediately. He seems confused and still annoyed, but he called me love, and it made my heart melt every single time.

"Why are we talking about this?" he just wondered with a shrug. "I've had a bad day and to be honest, i'm really not in the mood for this shit."

Something stirred inside me when he talked and I felt tears burn my eyes. I had to do something, or else, I was going to cry and tell him everything.

"Shit? Are you fucking serious now?"

My answer took him by surprise and he raised his eyebrows, taking a short step back. I swallowed again and shook my head, closing my eyes for a few seconds before opening them again.

"I'm older than you, Niall, and i've always wanted a family." I pointed out, trying to let anger take over and erase my sadness. "If you're not sure you want that, then there's no point in even keeping this up."

I grabbed my purse on the floor roughly and moved past him to reach the door. He quickly stopped me, blocking me with one of his arms, and I tried not to look at him, knowing too well It was the best way for me to crack.

"Woa, calm down ok! That's not what I said!"

"Okay but that's what I said." I answered, feeling my voice started to shake. "You don't want to discuss this seriously? Then I'm out."

Silence fell between us for a few seconds but he remained motionless.

"Now let me go."

Something clearly burst inside him because he moved his arm and suddenly got angrier than I've ever seen him.

"Yea? FINE THEN!" he swung both his arms exaggeratedly in the door's direction. "Just fucking leave! You think I'm gonna weep and cry? I can have ANYONE okay, ANYONE."

I deserved it. I deserved that outburst and I deserved his anger, but despite this fact, his words hurt me deeper than I could have imagined. He knew this was something that bothered me and made me insecure, and he used it against me. I felt myself tear up and turned to look at him. As soon as he saw my face, his expression changed into a guilty one and my eyes got smaller at the rage now invading my whole body and mind.

"Well good for you! You do that!" I expressed roughly, staring him. "You go get that fucking perfect girl and forget about me and all that we had! Who cares, right?"

I didn't want for his answer, I just rushed out. He could have ran after me but he didn't. I could have walked back in to tell him the truth but I didn't. I just drove home, sobbing the whole time of the ride, and walked into an empty apartment I hadn't seen in weeks. It was cold, sad, and most of all, it was Niall-less.

Out of pain, I threw my purse violently down, watching as its content scattered all over the wood floor. The only thing that actually reached my feet was a white stick. Watching it made me cry even more. I let myself fall on the cold floor and pressed my palms on my eyes. I didn't want all of this to happen. I didn't want to lose Niall. And thinking i'll never be close to him anymore makes me literally want to vomit. I pulled my hands away but I could barely see anything because of the tears. I reached for the stick and blinked a few times, trying to clear my eyes, and held my breath, looking at the pregnancy test I took only a few hours before.

Positive. The little plus sign seemed to get bigger and bigger as I stared at it, as if it was taunting me. I could almost hear it say "Hey, I just ruined your relationship! Now you're gonna have to raise that baby all alone!" But the truth was, I had ruined my own relationship. It was all me. I couldn't blame anyone else. The truth was, I knew it would ruin Niall's career, and I didn't want to lock him into a relationship and a situation he would feel miserable in. I didn't want to turn this talented and happy young man into a desperate and unhappy person, even if it would be despite myself.

That's why I never called him again, and that's why I didn't answer when he messaged me, a few months later. I knew he was on tour and I knew he sometimes got lonely in his hotel room, and it was definitely not a good reason to come back in his life. He was touring, he was happy, he was living his dream, and there was no way I was going to take that away from him. I would hate myself forever If i ever did that.

To my biggest surprise, it knocked on my door a few days after ignoring Niall's text messages, and I really didn't expect who was on the other side. I opened the door slowly, peeking out and my eyes got bigger when I saw Louis standing there. He looked tired but still amazing, and my lips curled at his sight. I didn't think twice and threw myself in his arms before he wrapped them around me. It only lasted a few seconds though and he quickly pulled away, his eyes falling on my growing stomach.

"Oh my... god."

I breathed in and my hand reached for my tummy, as if it could hide anything from my pregnancy.

"Is this... Is it...?"

"Louis, please come in, okay?"

I turned around and walked back inside, hearing him close the door behind us and I brought him to the nursery I had prepared. He stayed in the door frame, his eyes roaming on the pink walls, the stuffed animals, and the pure white drawers I had bought. It took him a whole minute to finally turn to me, his eyes dropping to my belly again.

"You have to tell Niall..."

"No!" I cut him straight and breathed in and out slowly. "And you can't tell him either."

"If it's his baby, he deserves to know..."

I raised my hand up, making him stop talking, and closed my eyes. I didn't expect Louis to be here, I didn't expect him to see me like this and discover my secret, but now that he had, I couldn't just let him leave and spill it all to Niall. I knew he would come back and try to work things out with me, and I couldn't let him ruin his tour and his life for me.

"Louis, you're my oldest friend." I argued, opening my eyes to meet his. "I've known you since I was a kid, and i'm begging you, in the name of our friendship, don't tell Niall. Please. He's happy, he's touring the world, he's doing what he likes... and I want that for him. I want him to keep doing that. I don't want to be the girl who forced him into a relationship and a family life."

Louis started at me for a while. He stared at me for so long that I thought he would never speak again. I tried to concentrate on my heart beating hard against my chest, hoping to get it back to a normal speed, but it's only when Louis nodded that a feeling of relief washed over me.

"Thank you."

He moved closer and stared at my belly again. I reached down and grabbed his hand, placing it on the side of it and when I felt the baby hit, my lips curled. His head raised up quickly and a surprised expression appeared on his face, making me chuckle.

"Fooking hell..."

This time, I laughed and he shook his head, leaving his hand on me.

"So this is real, you're gonna have Niall's baby."

My smile fell and his hand too. We looked up in each other's eyes with serious faces and I finally nodded.

"Most of all though, it's my baby." I explained. "And you need to promise me, Lou."

"What am I supposed to tell Niall? I told him i'd check on you and find out why you won't answer his messages."

I walked to the couch and sat on it. There was no real comfortable position and I gave up on trying to find one.

"He literally declared his love to me, you knew that? I mean, he's been ignoring me for months now. I can't be with someone who's there only when he wants to. I bet he was drunk and alone when he sent these texts?"

From Louis' expression, I knew I was right and I just shrugged.

"Just tell him I don't want anything to do with him anymore. He'll get over me, he'll find someone else. We both know it, right? He'll be happier this way."

Louis left and promised to call me from time to time. A few weeks later, I even received a large box full of goodies, from toys to diapers, and I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be friends with someone like him. I wanted him to be the godfather but I knew how unfair it would be to ask him to lie even more to a guy he considered his brother, so I didn't.

I thought it was all over. I thought i'd never see Niall again. I thought I was over him. Boy, I've never been more wrong in my entire life.

#niall horan #niall horan fluff #niall horan writing #niall horan story #niall fluff #niall story #niall writing #my fanfics

[homo-bois]

"Twins, and Love"

~A short Reddie Fanfiction~

Pairings: Reddie,,

Summary: Eddie is anxious about a boy who keeps getting in his mind, and he has to tag along with his ten minute older twin Alex everywhere.

So he vents all the time to Alex and he gets fed up with Eddie and convinces him to confess to the boy.

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Eddie is an anxious kid nowadays, Hes always fidgetting and getting distracted. It was unusual for him.

"Edward. Why have you been anxious lately?" Alex spoke as he threw a basketball in the air. Eddie was on the floor trying to study "What do you mean?" Eddie spoke nervously as Alex rolled over on his stomach and narrowed his eyes at the other "Seriously? Were twins and you have the curtousy to doubt my assumption?" Eddie sighed at those words..he gave in. "I dont know-" "Usually you'd be done thirty questions by now. Right now you've only completed eight."

Eddie sighed again and tried to stay as calm as possible "Im just stressed about school wor-" "Liar." Alex interrupted as he glared "Tell the truth. Or Im telling mom that you're falling behind on your studies." Alex formed a smirk across his lips as Eddie growled "Fuck you Alex. You're such a dick" he hissed out and packed his things "Its a long story. You dont deserve to hear it all. So fuck off." Eddie snapped and he walked out of his twins room.

Alex hummed and rolled back over on his back, going back to tossing his basketball in the air. Catching it. Repeating.

Now, he was curious...

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A couple days later Alex had a basketball practice, and as usual. Eddie was forced to go with him due to their paranoid mother.

Alex was in his basketball uniform, shooting the ball at the hoops and getting some in. Some bounced off. He looked stressed as well...

Eddie blamed himself. Twins can feel each others emotions. And Alex seemed to be stressed about Eddie too.

Eddie had been trying to do the questions he was assigned but the boy he kept thinking about had gotten under his skin. He was anxious about seeing him..he had known this boy for over a month and the flirting was getting worse and worse.

Eddie found himself writing out the boys name ~Richie..~ he softly smiled as he finally felt calm for some reason, he drew little hearts around the name and a voice broke his focus "Whos Richie?" Eddie jolted, only to find his twin sitting beside him ~When the fuck?~ Eddie couldnt hide from his brother anymore.

He had to confront him. "A boy..that I like..." Eddie mumbled as Alex sipped on his water bottle "A cute boy?" "Alex!" Eddie snapped "What? Im just curious" he giggled which made Eddie smile a bit..

He came out as gay to Alex just when he was thirteen. When he realized he had a crush on his best friend Bill. Who is now taken by his friend Stanley

And Alex was the most calm and collected about it, he even stated that he already knew. Because whenever they were out together, he would catch Eddie staring at guys more than necessary.

Alex cocked his eyebrow in curiousity, Eddie sighed again "Yeah..I guess hes cute." He finally admitted that he had a crush on this Richie.

Alex just kept asking questions, making Eddie more and more embarassed and shy about it. "You really like him dont you?" Alex smirked as Eddie finally hit his twin in the shoulder with his binder "Fuck you. I do not-" "Then why is your face as red as a tomato?" Alex chuckled and Eddie blushed more in embarassment. Eddie slapped Alex with his binder again

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A couple weeks had passed and Eddie had finally admitted he had a crush on Richie. But never did anything about it. It annoyed Alex because Eddie would not stop talking about Richie, and saying how he was extremely anxious about his crush.

Alex wanted to meet this Richie, yet he wanted Eddie to hurry his ass and confess.

Alex was getting impatient. Because Eddies anxiety was effecting him as well, which is distracting him from basketball , he groaned heavily.

Alex stormed to Eddies room and bursted the door open "Edward I swear to god-" He froze of what he saw, Eddies face was a dark shade of crimson red, beside him on his bed was a black curly haired boy. Bulky glasses, making his eyes pop out a little. A green hawaiian shirt, beigey brown shorts, and a white t-shirt. The boy was also wearing a necklace of some sort.

They both stared at Eddies twin, Richies textbook in hand. Alex mustve distrupted a study session.

Alex's facial expression switched to a smirk and a raised eyebrow "Whos this?" Were his only words. Eddie buried his face in his binder as he breathed heavily, Richie glanced at the smaller boy and gave a shocked stare "Eds you ok?" He dug in Eddies bag for his inhaler as Eddie spoke to Alex "This is Richie.." He took a puff of his inhaler as Richie settled down. "Eds you never told me you had a twin" Richie stared in shock at Alex standing in the doorway, who was smirking up a storm in amusement. And he thought

~I've never heard someone call him Eds. How interesting~ then spoke aloud "Yeah, my name is Alex. Nice to meet you..Richie" When Alex said the boys name he said it with a sly grin, Eddie's eyes pleaded for Alex not to say anything "Does...mom know, that Richies, Here?" He spoke teasingly as Eddie tumbled off his bed and ran to his twin, pushing him into his own room and shut the door behind them "Please for the love of god do not tell Mom. She doesnt like Richie and if she finds out he wont be able to come over anymore, she'll lock my window shut every night and keep the key-" "Have you told him?" Alex interrupted, Eddie stuttered "N-No not yet! Im not ready" His face was turning pink and Alex rolled his eyes "Just tell him Edward. Whats the harm in it?" He gently grabbed onto his younger twins shoulders, Eddie frowned "He..doesnt like me, like that" and then Alex let out a sigh.

Then a speech on how he felt that there was something between them. He stated on how Richie looked at Eddie differently than he expected. And he knew. Just barely convincing Eddie to confess.

When they went back into Eddies room, Richie looked up from his studies and instantly stared at Eddie. Eddies face was a bright pink and the second he raised his head to glance at Richie, he quickly noticed the type of expression Richie was giving and decided to bury his face in Alex's chest, "I-I cant do it.." He muttered quietly so only Alex would be able to hear it, he gently stroked through Eddies hair and messed it up a little and gave Eddie a kiss on the cheek "You got this." He winked at Richie and walked out of the room, Eddie on one side of the door, facing Richie, trembling and anxious.

Alex on the other side of the door, facing his own room. Prideful and Nervous. FOR his brother. And he kept still, listening to the scene about to unfold.

Eddie took a couple steps forward and battled himself mentally "R-Rich.." He glanced at the other and Richie raised an eyebrow curiously "Yeah?" He spoke softly and motioned his hand for Eddie to come closer.

Eddie obeyed and stepped even closer "I..have something...to confess" he spoke nervously as he sat next to Richie on his bed, Richie leaned closer..making Eddie even more anxious.

"I-I.." Eddies words got caught in his throat, the silence was unbearable. The moment was growing awkward, So he did what his body wanted to do. He leaned in quickly and immediately pressed a deep kiss on Richies lips, Richie was shocked.

He never knew this would happen, he broke the kiss quickly, giving Eddie a shocked stare, and Eddie frowned "S-Sorry.." He whispered but Richie cupped Eddies cheeks in his hands and kissed him deeply, Eddie gave a slight squeal at the sudden movement but melted into the moment slowly. "Mmh~" he hummed as Richie broke the kiss and kissed Eddies cheek instead, "I was waiting for this for a fucking month now Kaspbrak you know that?" He smiled against Eddies lips as Eddie giggled "Me too~" he kissed Richie once more and then Richie decided to break the romantic moment "So do I get to have two Eddies in my bed tonigh-" "Beep fucking Beep Richie." Eddie hissed and the older male laughed "Your brother is way taller than you hes my height-" "Shut the fuck up!" Eddie laughed hysterically and Richie continued "I bet hes good in bed just like your mother-" He gasped when Eddies lips were on his again, this time Eddie forcefully shoved Richie back onto his bed, and he straddled over the other, deepening the kiss, Richie was trying not to smirk or snicker in amusement.

Eddies tongue decided to slide into Richies cavern, swirling around the others tongue and he bit down onto Richies lip, tugging it with his teeth slowly, and he yanked Richies hair back, licking his lips, and grabbing the older males tongue with his teeth, he tugged on it quickly and begun to suck on it.

Feeling prideful to when Richie kept letting out whimpers and whines of pleasure, Eddie finally pulled away and gave Richie a dominant stare "Dont. Talk. About. My. Brother." His voice was deep and seductive, making a shiver run up Richies spine. "Oh fuck~ You're ten times hotter than him anyways." Richie smirked widely, making Eddie blush. "I would like to know how you are in bed even more~" Richie leaned up and licked Eddies lips slowly "Jackass." Eddie grinned slyly, and they both fell into a heated moment.

In the meantime.

Alex was on the other side of Eddies door silently laughing and cheering for his twin.

"Alex?!" He heard his mother call as he dorkily stumbled and fell face flat on the floor, making Eddie and Richie pull apart and give a concerned stare. Alex quickly got up and ran down the stairs "Mom! Mom!" He whispered cheerfully as Mrs. Kaspbrak raised a brow "What is it honey?" She replied from the kitchen as Alex leaned against the doorway pridefully "Im a genius!" he stated happily as Mrs. Kaspbrak rolled her eyes and chuckled "You're eighteen. Alex." "Yeah! Exactly" the twin sighed happily and contently now that Eddies anxiety went away.

He could finally focus on Basketball now "Tournament. Tomorrow." Mrs. Kaspbrak spoke as Alex widened his eyes

"Oh shi-" "LANGUAGE!" Mrs. Kaspbrak screeched

Lol the end

#alex riley #beep beep richie #richie tozier #stanley uris

[hardt4rein]

Dally x Reader x Two-Bit

This is my first ever fanfic and it may be bad there also might be mistakes or run on sentences. I just hope you enjoy. Disclaimer this is a smut so beware you have been warned hope you will enjoy.

You are 15 years old and are walking down the street to Ponyboy's house. You new that it wasn't safe walking alone. Especially if your best friends with Pony's gang but you were strong and smart and was walking very fast so you was ok for the mean while. You finally reach the Curtis house.

"WASSUP BITCHES" you say to who ever was in the house, but you soon found out that you were just with Two-Bit and Dally. Oh man did Dally do things to you but you were smart knowing that if you was to look up one night stand or fuckboy in the dictionary you would get a picture of Dallas Winston. Now Two-Bit was a different case you guys were always friends and you always thought he was cute but he did get annoying at times when he would make jokes about you liking Dally. Which of course you said it wasn't true but your heat said other wise.

"Watchin Mickey, and im not a dog im a human boy" Two-bit remarked and you just kinda glared at him. Yup hes soo drunk you thought to yourself as you see the evidence of beer bottles around him. "Smokin" Dally replied rather quickly, you noticed the way he was looking you up and down even though thats just a normal Dally thing he seemed more into it today. Dally had just recently had broken up with his sluty ex girlfriend Sylvia, just thinking about her name made your blood boil that she would cheat on this beautiful looking specimen.

As you was just looking in between the two hottest boys in the gang you think that maybe its time for you to stop staring and to do your homework. As you start taking a out your work Dally asks you " Isnt there funner things you rather do than do your homework" you just look up from your work "First off funner isnt a word and second i need to get it out of the way if i want to do anything fun". You drew your attention away from Dallas for a bit " Speaking of homework should you be doing yours Keith" you heard a loud groan coming from no other than Two-Bit " III did it in schooools give me a break". "Wow thats new, Two-Bit did his homework before the good girl did" Dallas said putting on one of his famous smirks. " First off i did most if my homework in school im just finishing up some questions i didnt get to complete" you said staring at him chewing on the inside of your cheek. You hurried up and finished the last few problems and started packing up your supplies when you saw the two boys look at each other and grin. Dally puts out his cigarette on a near by ash tray. You raised an eyebrow utterly confused as Dally moved to the couch that you were sitting on, Two-Bit just watch with that dumb smile on his lips which you had grown to love.

"So doll now that your done with your homework how about a little bit of fun" Dally said that smirk never leaving his face, "What kind of fun do you have in mind" you asked you had a feeling of what it could be or maybe it wasn't you couldn't tell with Dally. He pick you up and sat you down in his lap which caused your face to turn as red as a tomato. While in his lap he edged his face closer to yours and your getting excited but also nervous but before you knew it Dallas was already kissing you.

Dallas had a his hands tightly around your body, as he kissed your plump lips slowly. His lips tasted like strawberries, which make the taste addictive. Two- Bit smirked, enjoying the view and came over to you and Dallas. Two-Bit pushed your hair back and started to leave very dark love bites on your skin. You let out a loud moan, which triggered Dallas and Two-Bit to gets excited.

Dallas licked your lower lip asking for entrance but when you didnt get the memo he squeezed your ass making you moan and opening your mouth a bit, he slid his tongue into your mouth and you two started french kiss on the couch.

"Let me get a turn" Two-Bit whined, Dally released your lips and picked you up to turn you towards Two-Bit. Dally being the very skilled person he is used his time wisely to start getting undressed as you and Two were going at it. Two was a little different feeling from Dally, Dally was rough, hard and needy but Two was still pretty rough not as rough as Dally and he also was very playful. Plus the taste of beer on his lips adding a new taste into the kiss.

As you two broke apart gasping for oxygen, Dally sees this as a opportunity to undress you so he does just that. Once he gets to unclipping your bra thats when you think that this is seriously real and that anyone could walk into that door at any moment which added some more adrenaline into the whole mix. " I though Dallas Winston doesnt share" you said in between gasps, "I usually dont bu-" Dally gets cut of by Two "Were trying to see which one of us you like more so you can go out with one if us". " Oh really now, but what if i dont choose either of you" you asked in a playful tone, " Then i guess were gonna have to keep doing this to until you choose" Dallas said while smirking that sexy smirk.

You grinned at Dallas when he said that, you wouldnt mind having sex with the two hottest guys in the group but the bad thing is that they are very possessive and get jealous easily especially Dally. You decide to turn the tables and you started to tease them. You were sitting on Two-Bit laps kissing him with such a lust and such a passion, you slipped your right hand under Dally's boxers and started to stroke him. In that action that caused him to give out a low breathe moan. And boy did that turn you on. You got off Two-Bit's lap and helped pull off both of the boys underwear's. You were sitting on your knees on the floor looking at both of their sizes and Dally's was a tad bit bigger. Just from looking at it Dally was about a 12in and Two-Bit a 10in and they were both pretty thicc. Both of the boys looked at your face and you dont know what face you was making but you were just staring at their boners.

"Um (y/n) are you ok?" Two-Bit ask very concerned. Dally looked at you studying your face "Your a virgin aren't you" Dally asked that smirk never leaving his face. You nodded slightly, you was thinking man am I seriously about to let this happen im 15 and im about to get fucked by a 18 year old and a 17 year old. They are basically adults and your not even 16 yet. Your mom would freak if she found out what you were doing.

You came back from your thoughts as your heard them arguing over who gets to take your virginity. "I shouuuld do it im the oldest and i never got to take a girrrrls Virginia before" Two-Bit slurred "You mean virginity" you corrected Two-Bit "Wow your 18 and you having taken someone's virginity before thats sad" Dallas remarked "And besides im more skilled in this kind of thing" Dallas gave Two-Bit a look of victory when you budded in " How about both at the same time" you asked meekly.

The boys stared at you in disbelief. "Both of us, on your first timmme???" Two-Bit couldnt rap his head around why on earth would you want that. You couldn't believe that the smirk on Dally's face could get any wider oh but it did. "I see that someone is feisty" Dally pinched your nipple and hummed at the at the moan you let out. "Ok how about we let her decide as to who's gonna take her virginity" Two-Bit asked staring at your naked form. "How about we make this a game who ever cums first is the one to take away her virginity" Dally declared, " Alright but if she cums first  then we can both say we still taken it from her" Two-Bit said.

You could tell that Dally like your feistiness so he patted the couch and you climb on the couch so that your knees were on the couch seats but your elbows on the top of the couch. " Wait we dont have cond-" you tried to say before Two-Bit enters you making you lose your train of thought as the excruciating pain that was in your heat area. Dally grabbed his belt tying it around your hands as he enters shortly after Two-Bit did.You could tell Dally was getting impatient and he started to move and boy did it hurt the both of them in your tight untouched pussy.

"Take it easy now Dal shes a newbie and you might rip her walls" Two-Bit did sound kind of concern. " Nah she'll be fine besides with the both if us in here she gonna adjust quicker i think" Dally said pretty confident. After Dally hitting your g-spot and Two-Bit staring to move you adjusted and man did it feel soooo gud

Dally was more focused on trying to nut in you than Two-Bit was, now as for Two-Bit while he was fucking you he was also exploring your body. All you could hear in the Curtis house was the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin and the sounds of your beautiful moans you three were making.

After a while of the constant stimulation your body couldn't handle it you just bit your lips so hard to the point where it draws blood. Dally grabs your hair that you had neatly put into a ponytail yanking your head back. " Im gonna c-" you couldn't even finish your sentence when you came all over Dally and Two-Bit. Because of you coming that made Dally pull out and stuck his cock into your mouth sending his hit seed deep into your mouth with his seed settling in your empty stomach. While Two-Bit waited his turn to get your mouth he continued pounding into you and grabbed the beer he didnt finish drinking earlier. Dally was taking way to long in your mouth so he decided to pull out and stick his hard cock inside your butt hole and came in there.

Both of the guys ridding out their organs in your mouth and asshole. They both pulled out and you laid there in the couch. " That was sooooo gud" Two-Bit said taking another sip of his beer. You wanted to lay their until you recovered but Dally thought otherwise, " You look sexy laying there and all but you have to get dressed" Dally said to you while putting on his underwear and pants. You groaned but complied pulling on your clothes as you look back to see a sleeping Two-Bit on the couch.

"Aww look how cute" you said watching his sleeping form as you put on your clothes. Both you and Dally heard a car pull up in the driveway and you panicked you hurried shaking Two-Bit to wake up. Gathering up his clothes and putting them in his hands as you pushed him to the bathroom. When he was in the bathroom you ran back to sit on the couch and try to look normal. "Were back" you heard Darry say " What is that smell" Ponyboy said grabbing the bridge of his nose. " It smells like sex in here" Steve said while walking in. Soda looked you at the both of you and narrowed his eyes "OHHHHHHhhhhh you two FUCKED!!" Soda said while raising his voice. "Ew no thats just the smell of Dallas's smoking" you said trying to lie and hurry to cover up them finding out. Everyone turns their attention to Two-Bit who walks out the bathroom fully dressed. " Keith why are your pants on backwards" Darry asked narrowing his eyes. " Oh shit all three of them fucked" Steve said as him and Soda started playfully punching each other.

"Um ew no first off im not gonna be a fuckgirl and fuck two guys at the same time secondly its Dallas Winston i dont want to be added to the list of girls he has fucked and thirdly why on earth would i fuck Two-Bit like come on he's Two-Bit. "Hey whats that's supposed to mean Two-Bit said sitting in between all his empty beer bottles and his pants are still backwards. "Keith what the fuck clean up after your self this isnt your house you cant just leave it a mess" Darry almost practically screamed at him.

"Your not my moooom" Two-But said before passing out on the floor. "Sooo where did you guys go" you asked trying to clear the tension. "Me Darry and Steve were all at work" Soda explained. " Me and Johnny went to the movies we saw IT" Ponyboy said. " Aww i wanted to see IT i guess ima have to go" you said pretend to be sad even though you kind of was. " Awe dont worry doll ill take ya" Dally said budding in while lighting a cigarette "Thx and Two-Bit can come to hes been roasting that clown all week" you said think about watching the movie then going to Buck's to hang out with them if ya know what i mean.

"Anyways ima go home guys" you said wanted to go to get cleaned up as you have soiled your underwear. As you was walking out the door you heard a string of goodbyes and you pulled your phone out your pocket. You went to messages and started a group chat called  " The three musketeers" that had Dally and Two-Bit in it."Had fun hope to do it again sometimes 😏😝😘" you typed and pushed send as you walked down the street towards your house. Smiling to your self.

#dally winston #dally x reader #two-bit mathews #two-bit x reader #smut #fanfic #the outsiders #the outsiders smut #two-bit imagine #dallas winston in

[nightmaretyrantvantas]

Fallen Star- A Keith x Harvey oneshot( beware major feels ahead)

ok so @phantommoonpeople please dont kill me for this

So as a warning before the story starts this oneshot is filled with feels and angst and sad and pissed off Keith is sad and pissed off. So beware angst and feels 

I swear itll end happy

and this is rated more….pg 13+ for vaguely sexual themes and suggestions

Just warning you

Other than that do enjoy!

THIS WILL BE LONG BUT IT ENDS HAPPY

It wasn’t supposed to happen.

Things weren’t supposed to go so wrong. 

  “ QUIZNAK!” A loud thud echoed through the hanger as Keith slammed his fists against a nearby wall. And he did so again, and again, and again.

   “ We have to go back!” Pidge yelled, struggling to keep calm. Her eyes were burning and her fists were shaking and she wished she could punch the wall like Keith was.

    “ I understand you are all upset but we cant go back without some sort of plan!” Pidge glared and threw her bayard on the ground hard, the sound echoing through the hanger.

    “ FORGET A PLAN! We have to go back to get Harvey! We can’t leave him there!” Shiro tried to calm Pidge down, but Allura cut him off before he could even speak.

     “ We aren’t going to leave her there but we can’t just–” 

      “ Harvey is a HE! He’s a MALE!” 

      “ ALRIGHT THAT IS ENOUGH!” Shiro snapped, silencing them both. He leveled both with a stern, agitated glare. 

     “ Pidge is right.” Lance said suddenly, deadly serious. 

     “ We can’t waste time here arguing and we can’t leave Harvey there with that monster. The last time he had Harvey he barely survived with the healing pod. If we don’t go back now he might not live this time! I’m not abandoning my friend. We’re going back to save him.” Arguments broke out between the paladins and the princess, yelling echoing throughout the hanger.

     “ WE CANNOT GO BACK WITHOUT A PLAN AND THAT IS FINAL!”

     “ THEN I’LL GO SAVE HIM MYSELF!” Everyone went silent at Keith’s shout, and he didn’t hesitate to stride to the Red Lion.

     “ If you won’t go help him I’ll save him myself. I won’t stand around with his life on the line.” 

      “ I’m going with you.” Lance declared, Pidge and Hunk soon follow shortly after. Shiro nodded and turned to the princess, a stubborn look on his face.

      “ We’re going back.” Allura huffed but nodded.

They didn’t waste a second taking off back towards the mostly dormant planet to save their friend.

      “ Please be ok Harvey….please…”

“…nnngh…” 

Harvey groaned and weakly opened his eyes. His vision was fuzzy at first, and he could feel an odd…draining feeling that seemed to urge him back into unconsciousness. He didn’t recognize where he was, and something silk like and strong restrained his limbs–

wait. Strong and silk like….the blast….red eyes….

Harvey jerked into full consciousness as everything came rushing back. He looked around him in a enraged panic.

He was restrained and held off the ground by silken looking spiderweb like ropes, all of them thin but strong and glowing a dim amber red as it drained energy from him. He fought and struggled and thrashed but the bonds didn’t budge much. He growled from the back of his throat and thrashed more, desperately.

‘ I have to get out of here….have…to get back to the others, have to get out before He gets back here…’ His whole body froze when a deep heart-achingly familiar chuckle sounded from the shadows, thoroughly amused by his useless struggling.

     “ Careful darling dont want you to wear yourself out too much before I have my full fun with you~!” 

Harvey snarled at the voice and the figure that was slowly waking into view.

     “ Stop masquerading as Keith!”

The figure who looked exactly like Keith laughed as he stepped into the light, the sound cruel as the voice warped from Keith’s to a voice that was smooth and alluring as the silk webs trapping him.

     “ Awww what’s wrong Darlin~? I thought you liked this one! You definitely didn’t mind the first time we met~” Harvey thrashed again, this time to kick the taller male but stopped short, his instincts stopping him while he looked like his boyfriend.

      “ J-just stop it and stop looking like him!” The fake Keith smirked and did a small spin with his arms out, showing himself off with twisted pride. When he faced the Hylae again his eyes were like a spider’s and glowing blood red. He smirked wider and his double set of fangs gleamed in the light. He sauntered over to the trapped boy and lifted his chin with a finger. Harvey glared hatefully, struggling to break free. The male clicked his tongue in a scolding tone and tightened his on the Hylae’s chin. He was beyond pleased, having his prey trapped once more in his web…was worth all the trouble of hijacking a Galra ship and creating a fake distress message on this abandoned planet.

      “ LET.ME.GO.EMORY.” Emory, the male, gave him a sinister grin as he leaned closer, one slowly darkening and blackening clawed hand trailing down his neck and tugging loose his jacket and shirt. His fangs gleamed brighter as they lingered above Harvey’s vein in his neck.

       “ Mhmm…you smell so nice though…if you ignore the awful human and galra stench….” Emory licked his lips in excitement as he glanced up at the slowly panicking and now frightened Harvey and grinned pleased.

       “ Let’s have some fun princey boy~”

      “ Alright team we’re going in!” Keith shot the Red Lion through first, aiming for a small cave buit house with a gut feeling of dread. He landed Red just barely short of crashing into the building and hopped out before the others landed, breaking down the old rotting door and running in.

     “ HARVEY! HARVEY WHERE ARE YOU?!” He heard a schuttling sound and activated his bayard as he ran towards the sound, breaking open another door.

And immediately dropping his weapon with a pained sound.

Harvey was in an unmoving heap on the dusty floor, his tattoos visible and looking almost drained of color. A small but slowly growing pool of dark amber liquid was under the Hylae’s unmoving form, his hair matted with it. 

On the wall behind him, scrawled in dull reddish amber soaked cobwebs like the ones clinging to Harvey’s form spelled out

‘I’LL BE BACK SOON~’ 

       “ HARVEY!” Keith shot forward as the others found them, and Pidge was at his side faster than Keith. She rolled him over and started lifting him up. Keith helped and the two lifted Harvey up carefully. Lance walked over and gently nudged Pidge out of the way and helped Keith support his friend. Pidge practically scream and began slashing at any and all remaining cobwebs, tearing whichever ones she could reach to shreds. Hunk picked up Keith’s bayard and went over to Pidge, grabbing her shoulders gently.

       “ I know you’re angry…but we have to get HArvey to a healing pod…” Pidge sniffled and tore at one last cobweb before nodding. As Hunk led her out Shiro put a hand on her shoudler.

      “ Once Harvey is in the healing pod you and me will go and scoure with entire planet for that monster, alright Pidge?” She nodded and they hurried after the other two paladins, who were carrying Harvey to the Red Lion. 

Once situation and flying back to the castle, Harvey protectively in his lap, Keith swore he could hear and feel Red letting out low, worried rumbles.

       “ H-he’ll be fine girl….he’ll be ok…” There was a more soothing low rumble and Keith smiled weakly as they landed in the hanger. 

As soon as he came out carrying Harvey Coran whisked the Hylae away from him and to a healing pod, Keith didn’t follow right away like the others did. Instead he sat against one of Red’s feet and and buried his head in his hands, Red letting out low soothing rumbles as Keith tried not to think about the now real possibility of his boyfriend not making it….

      “ It will take about a week…but he will make a full recovery. No poison got into his system thankfully.” There were relieved sighs throughout the room, Hunk putting a hand on the healing pod Harvey was in, trying to smile.

     “ Hear that buddy? You’re gonna be fine! Once you get out I’ll make you a feast ok?” Lance patted his shoulder. Allura headed to the door.

      “ I am going to go check on Keith. Pidge, Shiro, if you two DO go looking through the planet, be very careful and have precautions against that monster’s sirenatic singing abilities.” They both nodded and Allura started to head for the door when Keith walked in, his face pale and his eyes red.

      “ S-so…how is he?” He asked after a moment of silence. Allura placed a hand on his shoulder.

      “ It will take about a week, but he should fully recover.” Keith smiled and nodded, walking over to the pod and looking up at the peaceful looking Hylae. 

The last night of that week Pidge walked into the room to check on Harvey, and found Keith asleep against the healing pod. She sighed and placed the blanket she had brought with her over him gently and sat beside him, opening her laptop and working through some bits of data. She couldn’t sleep, anxious about her friend coming out of the healing pod that morning.

By morning the others walked in to find Keith and Pidge fast asleep against Harvey’s healing pod. Shiro gently shook them awake and helped them up. They gathered around the pod and soon began getting anxious.

      “ Is he done now?” Lance asked impatiently. Coran sighed and told him to give it a few more ticks. There were impatient groans from the group as they bickered a bit. As they bickered the pod opened and Harvey yawned, groaning a little as he opened his eyes.

      “ Whats…going on? Some kind of party…?” He asked sleepily, gaining their attention as he shakily stepped out of the pod. Pidge beamed and hugged him first, soon followed by everyone else. Keith hugged him last, holding onto the shorter male tight. 

       “ You’re ok…im so glad…” Harvey smiled and kissed Keith’s cheek shyly before nuzzling under his chin contently.They both blushed when they saw the groups grins.

     “ C’mon Har! I’ve got a feast ready just for you!” Harvey grinned as his stomach growled and he happily followed them out of there, holding Keith’s hand firmly.

End.

AAAAAAAnd its finally done! Horray! 

I drew the cover picture myself so the art is mine

@canadas-googlesearchhistory

@aks-fandom-stuck

@bellasara78

tagging you friends so you can read it

and see I told you it ends happy

#voltron #my voltron au #keith kogane x oc #keith kogane #harvey kallias #keith x harvey #angsty #serious feels #so many feels #lance mcclain #hunk garrett #pidge gunderson #takashi shirogane #princess allura #coran #you are about to meet the first villian of this au #im not laughing evilly

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Only at Night

Summery- Dean and You hook up at night, you deal with memories of a case. NSFW. Written for @deanwanddamons 500 follower challenge. Congrats! Prompt is in bold italiacs

Word Count- 1858

Y/N, why didnt you do more? 

Please, help us.... 

 Im scared....

why!?

Y?N!!!!

You shoot up in bed suddenly, gasping as your eyes look wildly around the room and you could feel a shift next to you as Dean rolled over from one side to another, his arm moving from under the pillow he was using and leaned on his elbow, green eyes sharp between sleepy half closed lids. “Again?” he grunted slightly as he moved to half sit up, his hand reaching to cup your face and turn you to look at him. Your heart was still hammering in your chest, and you gave a slight nod to him. “Son of a bitch.... “ He muttered while he moved to sit up and wrap an arm around you, pulling you in close. You rubbed your face in against his shoulder and chuckled. This might be a friends with benefits situation you two shared, but it was simply ingrained in the man to take care of you. 

“I hear the voices when I’m dreaming, I can hear them say my name.” You sigh softly, confessing against the column of his neck. If anyone understood how a job could stay with you, it was Dean. He hummed softly in agreement, his hand soothing up and down your back, and already you could feel the remnants of tension ebbing away under his hand. “Been fucken two years, and still... “ You drift off and pull back enough to look at him, smiling. “Cant win them all, right?” He shrugged at his, shaking his head. “No sweetheart we cant, but fuck if we dont try, do you want to tell me about it?” He tipped his head to look down, shifting his hand from your back to brush the hair from your face so he could see you. 

He asked you this every time, and you could feel your throat close when you would normally share them. One of these days maybe, but not this time, just like the last time you two had met up in a no name motel on the cheaper side of town. Instead you would use him other ways, twisting further to face him, you press your lips against his neck, right at that spot you know he liked, rewarded when you heard him take a sharp breath, your hands smoothing against the spanse of his chest. No, you didnt want to talk about it, you wanted to fuck it out for now. 

Of course Dean was willing to give that as well, his hands sweeping along your arms and cupping your face to drag your face up to his, teasing your lips with nipping kisses to open for for him, and at first you resist but his fingers trail down to the back of your neck and tip your head just right, and there it is. Taking over, his tongue sweeps past lips and teeth to swipe around your own, pulling you further into it, and fuck... he can kiss. Your head is swarming with the heady taste of liqor and man, one youve come to associate with him. Your hands they slide into his hair and fist into it, arching your body into his chest. 

Rubbing yourself against him, purring right into the kiss, his hand grasped the globes of your ass and just palmed them, fingers digging in while he pushed you into straddle his lap, moving from kissing your lips to ghost nips down your neck, tracing the line of your collarbone down, catching spots that made you breath in raspy, your breasts jutting forward when you tip your head back, hands guiding his head where you want those soft bites and laps of the tip of his tongue. A fogging of your mind, wasnt there something you were upset about? 

And right there he did it again, his lips sucking on a nipple and the sharpness of his teeth rolling the tip enough to pinch, tug and arouse. Soft moans escaped from you as he pulled away, turning to the other and kissing around your chest, but never hitting that spot not yet. “Dean.... “ you ground out, knowing he was teasing on purpose when you glance down, the pupils of his eyes blown, but those slits of green... Oh yes, you could see the amusement of your dilemma all right there, the way they sparked and his brows arched, a smile playing on his lips now that you were focusing on him, he to drew that nipple in and you arched at the jolt of his hot mouth just teasing you, grinding your hips so your pussy ground into his thigh. “Had to make sure you were paying attention Baby.” He mummered just before his tongue swiped through the valley between your breasts. 

“You have my full attention Dean.” You chuckled, rotating your hips to feel that rush of arousal glide you against him smoother, needy for him. Your slide your hands from his hair against his chest and push back enough for him to lean back, dipping your head to kiss on his chest, looking up at him from hooded eyes. “And I can feel I have yours to.” Arching your ass back, his erection pressing against your ass. 

“There would be something wrong if I wasnt at attention right now.” He joked, his hand dipping in your thighs to touch you, fingers sliding between slick folds and brush along that bundle of nerves that illicit ripples to course through your body. As good as he was with his mouth, he was with his hands, and soon he was having you ride his fingers, your channel fluttering around him and your hips circling, speeding up the more, encouraging you to get there. “So fucking beautiful riding my hand, I cant wait to see you on my cock.” 

Twisting his fingers to brush the tips along that sweet spot, you dig your nails into his biceps, speeding yourself up, your lips falling open into that sweet “o”, you were so close... so close and a rush snapped you, shaking arms held yourself up, as you rode started to slow down, panting slightly. His hand withdrew, and he smirked at just how wet you were from it, coating him, he sucked his fingers clean and moaned himself. “and just as good as always.” Tapping your thigh to lift slightly, he grasped his erection and slid it between your folds, teasing your entrance, his cocks head thicker then his fingers and you know it was burn and stretch you in the most satisfied way.

"Dean..." You whimper, almost with impatience and definitely with need, you just want to sink down. Licking your lips, you lean forward and suck on his earlobe, your his good girl, you promised in your kisses and soft whimpers. When he rewarded you, thrusting himself in slowly, you gasp and pull back to glide him in, deep and full, your channel clenching and stretching to adjust. That.... That was exactly what you needed. "Fuck baby, your so god damn tight" he grounded out from gritted teeth.

Oh you knew, your channel gripping and flexing around him, even the drag of his cock going deeper made you moan out. And this was just what you needed to forget that one fucken case that followed you around. A roll of your hips just changed his angle.”I know, now fuck me like this is the last time.” You ground out and his hands dig into your ass cheeks, spreading them as he jerked you and and back down to meet his thrusts, you arching your body above him and rotating yourself back and forth while he dragged you along his cock. Fuck yes, you moan under your breath, bouncing harder and harder, the coil of heat pulsing through you like a start of a lit match to gasoline, small but intense. It settled in your stomach, tightening the muscles there. 

Falling forward once more, your fingers scrapping down his chest, leaving what you will call in the morning love marks, you can feel him underneath your hands responding in the same way, and his head lifted to catch your mouth, your lips tangling together heatedly, fisting a hand in the spiky hair of his, gasping into the kiss, Fuck, he knew how to hit the spot. Panting as his tongue lashed along your neck, and down to bite the top of one of your bouncing breasts. So fucken close, you grasp one of his hands on your hip and make it dip between you, right above where your full of him. Ahhh, yes... Dean got the hint, twisting and slicking his fingers, circling your nerves. 

Fuck fuck fuck, your head drops, screaming out his name as you slam yourself back hard, sure to hit your g-spot, flood yourself around him and get lost in the wave after wave of bliss blanking your ever fucking loving mind, your body sliding down to lean on him as he chased his own ending, His bite on your shoulder stings as a series of curses fall from him, one, two, three thrusts and he slows down, panting as his head falls back into the pillows, the blankets a tangle half hanging off the bed, your bodies sweaty sex satisfied. 

You were content just to lay there, but you knew he would need to dispose of the condom, clean up a bit, so you slid off his chest, onto your back, your arm raised above your head, and catching your breath, staring up at the ceiling. He moved to lean over you, kissing your lips that were still swollen from the last kiss before going to the bathroom to clean up. You wiggled enough to reach the blankets and fixed them when he came back out of the bathroom, smirking. “Ready for another round Sweet Cheeks?” 

Laughing hard, you put on your best ‘come on over baby’ look and crook a finger at him “Bring it hot stuff....”

Next morning you two arrive at a diner, taking a booth and ordering coffee, Dean got the full breakfast, extra bacon on the side, you settle for a short stack, picking at the sugar and pouring a touch in your coffee. “Sam meeting you up here?” 

“Yea, he should be here any minute, where you heading to after breakfast?” Dean asked, leaning back in the booth, and watching you. You shrug and shake your head. “I guarantee you the opposite of you Winchester.” The night of intimacy was over, back in the day it was all friendship and business. 

“Oh come on, I let you piggy back on one of our cases. I bet you can teach Sammy a thing or two.” You smirk at this

“Probably teach you a thing or two Dean.” Your phone dings, and you look at the article. “Well looks like Im headed for Vegas Baby.... And no, you cant come along on this one. I called. it.”

Like you said, intimacy is only for in the dark, when you have no other choice cause the voices say your name in your dreams

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