#trying to pace myself and not hurt my wrist tho

[froganni]

Tempted to post a gem and Pearl fighting doodle dump

But first gotta finish the life series template, and then decide if I want to refine sketches more

#I've had free time for the first time in months and I've been drawing for 3 days straight #it's been fun #trying to pace myself and not hurt my wrist tho #i also need to update my fanfic lmao

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

"A drunk villain topping a sober yet submissive hero?🙏"

Request #9

Warning: nsfw.

A fun little idea! This is also the last request from my old blog's inbox, which I'm glad about because my current inbox is already filling with new requests. (Keep 'em coming tho! I love your ideas!💖)

I also gotta say, I've been on fire recently! I've been writing so much I got drafts saved and ready to be posted! Hopefully, I don't jinx myself here lmao.

Anyways, enjoy! ^^

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Hero weaved through the crowd of criminals, wine glass in hand, as they kept an eye out for their target. They have been sent out on a mission by Organization. They were to find Villain, capture them, and at last bring them to justice.

The hero was currently at a ball being held by Supervillain. Their disguise consisted of state-of-the-art technology forming a hologram over their entire body, making them look like Other Villain, with whom Villain is on good terms. Combined with a voice changer, they would no doubt fool the villain and catch them off guard.

Hero's plan was pretty basic. They were going to find Villain, drag them off somewhere away from the party, pin them down, and cuff them.

"Simple, but effective." - they thought to themself. The hero's only issue now was that they still had no idea where the hell Villain was-

"Well, hello~." - a voice slurred from behind Hero, and before they could even turn around, an arm hooked around their shoulders, and Villain's ugly mug was right in their face.

Getting into character, the hero responded, "Ah, Villain! It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Mmm, sure has. Hey, how's about we... make up for lost time, eh?" - the villain asked, leaning even closer to the disguised hero's face, running a finger down their jawline suggestively. The smell of alcohol wafting off them made Hero's eyes sting, but they played along nonetheless, "Well... I don't see why not~."

"Oh, this is perfect." - Hero thought. They have been preparing for this for weeks. They had to catch Other Villain a few weeks back, just so that they could pull this off. And out of all possible outcomes, this was the best and most convenient one.

"But perhaps let's go somewhere more... private." - the hero suggested, dragging Villain along down a nearby hallway. The other did not resist, letting 'Other Villain' pull them into a random bedroom as they drunkenly giggled to themself.

Hero locked the door behind them, and before Villain could react, they grabbed their arms and pinned them down on the side of the bed, turning off their disguise.

Villain looked surprised, then confused, and then something seemed to click in their head.

"Oh, my. Hero, if you wanted to have some fun that badly, you could have just asked~."

It was the wrong thing that clicked. Hero's face heated up at the other's words. They found themself at a loss. And in their surprise failed to realize that their hold on the villain had loosened.

Villain, drunk out of their mind, somehow noticed their slack hold, and before the hero knew it, their positions had switched. The villain was on top of them, pinning their arms above their head and grinning down at them, their bodies pressed against each other.

And as their crotches brushed, Hero's face turned beet red. They couldn't stop a shudder from running through them as the villain whispered in their ear, "So, how about it, Hero~? Wanna play~?"

The hero tried to stutter out an answer but found that they couldn't. They looked for a possible way out, and to their surprise, noticed that Villain's grip wasn't as strong as it could be. They have been pinned down by the other plenty of times in the past during their fights, so they knew that they could easily escape right now.

...

But did they want to?

Hero could feel their blood rushing down to their sex as the villain rubbed against them. They knew they shouldn't be letting this happen, but... Villain just looked so hot like this. And their touch was making the hero want more.

"F-Fine, let's play." - the villain only giggled in reply and locked their lips together, kissing hard and with need. The feeling distracting the hero's senses. They inhaled sharply as the other's grip suddenly increased. Have- Have they been pretending to be weakened?!

Hero could not escape anymore, and honestly...

...they didn't mind in the slightest.

As their kiss continued, Villain dragged the hero to the middle of the bed. Releasing their wrists, they ran their hands down Hero's chest and then began unbuttoning their shirt. In their drunken state, however, they struggled and tore the shirt open out of annoyance.

Hero whined a bit at the sight of the loose buttons flying and decided to ruin the other's shirt the same way. They went to grab the fabric and tear it off the other, only to have their hands pinned at their sides.

A "Tsk, tsk." sounded in their ear as Villain scolded them, "You don't get to touch me unless I say so." - the sudden chiding caught the hero off guard, and they couldn't stop the pit that grew in their stomach from the villain assuming control.

"Understand~?" - Villain asked, their lips brushing against the shell of Hero's ear, eliciting a small gasp from them. A wave of pleasure shot through them as the other nibbled on their earlobe.

"Y-Yes." - the hero managed to mutter out, somehow already breathless. Barely anything has happened yet, so why were they freaking out so much?! Why did- Why did it feel so... good to be below Villain like this?

Was it just the danger of letting their nemesis have control over them? The adrenaline of being at their mercy?

The excitement of being so close together?

"Good~." - the villain purred above them, running their hands across every bit of Hero's torso, dragging their nails down the other's back, arching it and making a shiver travel down their spine.

The hero had to bite back a moan as the other ground against them once more. They wanted to pull the rest of Villain's clothes off but knew that they couldn't, that they weren't allowed to.

That powerlessness only served to turn them on further. Hero clawed at the plush bedsheets below them, bunching up the fine material between their fingers. The villain chuckled at the sight, leaving a trail of kisses down the other's neck. Going down their chest, they bit the hero occasionally, bruising their flesh and making them whine needly.

Villain went even lower, tugging down the hero's pants, but only slightly, not enough to reveal their sensitive genitalia. They left even more kisses on them, licking their skin, making Hero inhale shakily and wonder what the villain's tongue would feel like just a little bit lower.

That pondering only worsened as Villain forced their legs apart and mouthed them through their pants, teasing the hero, who this time couldn't help the moan that slipped past their lips.

Hero tried to grab the other's head on instinct. They wanted to keep them there, for that sweet feeling to continue but stopped themself halfway, remembering how the villain forbade them from touching them. They grasped at the bedsheets once again, knuckles hurting from their hard grip.

"Good hero~." - Villain praised, making the hero blush even more, as they turned their head to the side, trying to hide and smush it into the pillows. Their face, however, was back on full display within seconds as the villain suddenly pulled their pants down further and took Hero into their mouth.

The hero couldn't stop the curse that left them alongside Villain's name, which they began to moan louder the more the villain licked and sucked at their privates. The feeling of the other's teeth teasingly dragging down them made Hero's back arch again, and the threat of Villain being able to bite down on them made their insides twist.

They whimpered as the villain suddenly pulled away from them, only to swallow the lump that had formed in their throat as the criminal stripped themself of their remaining clothing, revealing themself to the hero lying below them.

"Like what you see~?" - Villain asked, giggling. The alcohol in their system still making them giddy. Hero could only stare at them, impossibly red in the face as they answered, breathless, "Yes."

The villain leaned forward, once more looming over the other, and the hero whined at the sight, pleading, "V-Villain, please can I touch you? Please, I- I want to touch you, please."

"Aww, begging already?" - the villain teased, taking hold of Hero's hips and positioning themself against them. The hero went to beg more, but only a mixture of a moan and a whine left them as Villain slid into them without warning.

The villain's pace was slow and surprisingly steady, considering how drunk they were. Hero held onto the bedsheets like their life depended on it. They wanted to touch the other so, so badly.

Villain leaned down and caught their lips in a light kiss, running their hands up the hero's sides, making them squirm. A gasp left Hero as the villain hit them in the right spot. The other grinned and pushed against it, again and again, thrusting in quickly and roughly, but slowly pulling out and then repeating the cycle until the hero was begging them again.

"F-Fuck! Villain, please!" - Hero yelled across the room, their mind so clouded with lust that they have forgotten all the enemies that surrounded them, all the villains and criminals alike partying just a short distance away. So many people, which wouldn't hesitate to kill them on sight.

Villain merely grinned. They could feel their orgasm coming closer and decided that they have messed around for long enough, "Hero~..."

Said hero focused on them, as best as they could anyway, and exhaled weakly as the villain's words registered in their clouded brain.

"You may touch me~."

Hero wasted no time hooking their limbs around the other. They moaned as their lips crushed together, as Villain began to pound into them without mercy.

The feeling of their skin against each other, the sheer amount of intimacy, and physical contact quickly drove the hero over the edge. And as they yelled out the villain's name, they too felt their blissful finish wash over them.

As the two began to gasp for air, slowly coming down from their high, Villain slid off of Hero, whose eyes were closed as they tried to steady their breathing.

The hero's eyes snapped open, however, at the feeling of power suppressing cuffs locking around their wrists.

"W-Wait, what is-" - they tried but were interrupted as the door suddenly burst open, and Supervillain's henchmen flooded the room, followed by their boss.

"Are you quite done yet?" - the supervillain asked Villain, an impatient look on their face that only made the villain giggle, adding to Supervillain's annoyance.

"Yeaaah, I guess I am." - the villain responded, ignoring the shocked hero beside them as they got up from the bed and approached the supervillain.

"Unless you wanna have some fun too~?" - they asked, leaning against the other criminal, still very much but-ass naked.

Supervillain only pushed them off and growled out, "Ugh, don't touch me. You smell like heroism and righteousness. Disgusting."

"Aww, but then... don't you wanna make me smell like chaos and evilness, again~?" - Villain playfully pushed, stretching their body in a teasing manner.

The supervillain only grumbled under their breath, "Oh, you stupid fucking..." before turning to their henchmen and barking out some orders at them.

The henchmen grabbed Hero and left the room. Supervillain relocked the door behind them and proceeded to drag Villain back towards the bed.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #writing #writeblr #hero #villain #supervillain #writing prompt #prompt #request prompts #prompt request #request

[anystalker707]

I Wanna Be Your Slave

Pairing: Frank x [amab] Reader Word count: ~ 2 400 Genre: Fluff / Smut Summary: (Y/n) f*cks Frank harsh as a kind of reward and punishment at the same time. Kind of content: Praising / Hair tugging / Handcuffs / Harsh / Temperature Play / Safe / Dirty talk / Edging / Fingering Requested on Wattpad Help with details by @frank-ieros-lip-ring

*not proofread this is the last part of a 3 parts story, afab reader smut coming soon

"You will never redeem yourself." I light a cigarette, bringing it to my lips. "Stop trying. Once your hands are dirty, the stain never comes off." A smile tugs on my lips, although completely humorless, as I take a drag of the cig, leaning back against the chair, watching the smoke go out through the window. "Not redeeming yourself doesn't mean you can't be a good person. It depends on how much you're up to changing or how well you are with yourself."

"And sleeping at night is just that easy?" Frank raises an eyebrow at me, shifting in his place on the armchair by the other side of the desk.

"If you bury it deep enough." I shrug. "It doesn't matter, honestly. You shouldn't overthink because that's exactly what will end up killing you. Or not. I don't know. I don't like to think about it."

"You're confusing." He twists his lips lightly.

"I guess. But I'm doing well. I'm alive, I'm here, I have you." I let my eyes fall to the papers again, signing my name over the line. "And that's what matters to me."

It's silent, dense. For the first time in a good while, I'm actually the one uncomfortable with the silence I've imposed after my last words and the room has never felt so small. Having feelings for someone like this feels almost wrong. I have a whole company, a whole family to run, but again, it doesn't mean I can't be happy or that I need to live exclusively for them – on the other hand, that'd mean someone else to threaten me with. Sometimes I want to leave Frank.

"I supposed I can live with that," Frank says quietly.

I never look up. A true smile forms itself on my face this time and I only hum in response as I brush the cig's ashes away from the paper.

It's already late at night when I'm heading back to my bedroom, halls dark and only the sound of low chatter filling the ambient. Frank is in the room when I walk in, sitting on the bed only in his underwear, reading a book.

"Who said you could crash here tonight?" I hum, shrugging off my blazer, kicking away my shoes.

"I don't need anyone telling me what I can do or not." He doesn't even look away from his book, turning the page. Not really his book since I can recognize it as one of the books I got in my office.

"True?" I get rid of the suspenders so I can remove my shirt, then do the same with my pants. "Didn't know you'd gotten such a moral around here, Mr. Iero."

"Oh, but I do, actually!" And the way Frank sounds so cynical is somehow so funny.

"Being a bad boy today?" I struggle to hold back a chuckle, suppressing it before I can face Frank. He's about to say something, but I'm taking the book away from his hands first. "Mary Shelley? I never thought you'd like her books. Nothing against, tho," I mutter, marking the page so I can put the book down. "It's a really good book."

"What are you doing?" He shifts on the bed, glaring at me. "I was reading that!"

"You'll have all the time to read, tomorrow." I glare back, but actually amused.

"But–"

"Why don't you stand up for me?" I make a come on motion, ignoring all the questioning looks shot at me.

Frank tenses up, but is eventually doing as told, eyes only meeting mine for a couple of seconds before they're falling to the ground. Not like I need him to look at me right now, after all. I cup his face and let my thumbs run across the soft skin – he leans into the touch, hands resting over my chest.

My lips meet Frank's in a soft kiss, one that's returned only after a few seconds, his lips slowly moving against mine until I set a pace, letting a hand fall to his hip to pull him closer then touch him through the thin underwear; his hands twitch on my chest, closing themselves around nothing.

"Safeword?" I whisper into Frank's ear, giving the side of his face a kiss.

"Redemption," Frank mutters back and I slowly nod.

"Good boy." I step back. "Now, undress and sit on the bed."

Frustration crosses Frank's eyes momentarily, but it doesn't stop him from doing as told, soon becoming unquiet because he's already half hard so, of course, I'm not going to rush things. One by one, the lube, handcuffs, candles and matches come off one of the bedside table's drawers, clearly intimidating Frank.

The candles go on the bedside table, over a couple of saucers whilst a third and a fourth candle are left aside along with the lube, the fire slowly burning and casting a warm light over Frank when I'm finally moving to give him some attention.

Creaking comes from the mattress with it sinking under my knees as I move towards Frank, my hand on his chest slowly pushing him down against the sheets; he chews down on his lip with me straddling his hips, but all I do it for is to use the handcuffs to lock each of his wrists to the bedposts despite his wide eyes watching me in silent complaints. A whine escapes Frank's throat with it, but I silence him with a peck, moving off of him.

"You're not to come until I tell you so, do you understand?" I grab the lube again, kneeling between his spread legs. "As you already know and have experience with, I'll stop at the same moment if you say the safe word. I thought that'd be great to remember."

Frank meekly nods in response, chest falling with an exhale.

The swallows around Frank's hips deform lightly as I sink my thumbs into the skin, rubbing circles into it, and watch him miserably push his hips up. "Please," he mumbles, but I barely give attention to him, starting to press kisses from his belly button down, mouthing around his crotch, seconds that probably feel like forever to him, but compensated with the pleasure once I take the tip of his cock in my mouth. A loud moan comes from him with it, squirming intensifying, in a way I can't help but to feel anxious to finally touch him properly.

I sigh softly, holding onto Frank's hips while taking him in completely, hearing the sound of the metal against clinking the bedposts under the cries coming from him.

"Tell me," I whisper once I pull away, letting my thumb sink into the inside of his thigh to rub circles into it – it's pathetic how he continues whimpering even with such a simple touch. "What are you, Frank?"

"Yours," he manages to say, voice tight.

Great. I fondle his balls lightly, watching his thighs quiver. "My what, hun?"

Frank gasps, a shaky moan escaping his lips. "Slave."

"Good boy." I press a kiss to his thigh and move away from him completely so I can reach for the lube, which makes Frank actually quiet instead of complaining about anything. "I'm gonna fuck you until I come," I tell him, covering my fingers with lube, "and if you come before I tell you to, you'll sort yourself out, okay?"

"No," Frank groans. "I–" He cuts himself off when my fingers start tracing his entrance, feeling it fluttering under my touch, before a finger finally sinks in, which snatches a sound of discomfort from him. "Please, just don't hold me back from cumming, I–" A moan.

"And what if you don't cum until I finish foreplay?" I can't help but to grin. "Then you can cum, but I won't stop until I've done it myself."

Frank mutters something under his breath, something I can't identify whether it's a complaint or a plea, however, he's frantically nodding. "Yes, master."

"Oh, fuck you," I mutter almost in the same moment, feeling my underwear grow way too tight.

With a second finger, Frank is being louder and almost pushing himself down against my hand when I brush against his prostate, not touching it as much as he'd like me to when scissoring and twisting my fingers around. The third finger makes him gasp, only moving more frantically. So hopeless.

"Fuck!" Frank throws his head back and arches his back when I'm pulling my hand away, eyes pressed shut tightly.

"You're doing really well, hun," I whisper, cleaning my hand away so I can reach for a candle.

"S-Sir," he swallows, breathing shakily.

I light the candle with one of the others and, opposite to them, this one burns easier, meaning the wax isn't harmful. Wax soon starts pooling in it and I tilt it to pour the warm liquid over Frank's torso – he lets out a gasp, a moan, as he uselessly tries to escape the inevitable touch of the wax.

"Fuck," he curses, melting down along with the wax.

"Tell me how it feels," I say softly, peeling away some of the dried wax while waiting for more to melt.

"I– It's good," he breathes. "Hurts in a good way." He hums, biting down on his lower lip when I pull onto a chunk of wax. "More, please."

And I do as said, carefully letting it fall over Frank's nipple and appreciating each little sound that escapes his lips – he arches his back like to meet the wax, humming as he moves his hips, pushing himself down and ending up finding a little of friction when his balls meet my leg for a second.

"Such a whore," I whisper, peeling the chunk of wax away from his nipple. "I had no idea you'd like something like this, look at how pathetic you are."

Whatever complaint Frank has is lost among moans once my hand is wrapped around his cock, working on it while I let more of the wax pour over his chest and without many pauses now, snatching a chain of gasps from him whilst he thrusts into my hand.

"S-Sir," he says breathlessly.

"I said not to cum during foreplay." I let go of Frank at the same moment, blowing the half burnt candle out before I can return it to its previous place.

"But master, sir," Frank says and these are honestly the only words I'm able to make out from all the babbling and cries coming from him.

"Shh, baby, it'll be just a moment." I stand up from the bed to get rid of the boxers and grab the lube again. Having my hand around my cock feels like such a relief; I almost immediately gasp, though trying to focus more on lubing myself up than jacking off. "Right," I mutter to myself, returning to kneel down between Frank's spread legs before I can adjust my position, bringing one of his legs up to make things easier. "My pretty boy, all mine," I say softly, "what'd it be of you if it wasn't me, hm?"

"Nothing, sir," he replies. Well, I wasn't waiting for that.

All I do is to flash Frank a smile in response then lean in for a kiss, a short and sweet one.

I use my free hand to guide myself in, not so slowly as Frank doesn't need it at all nor a slow pace at first – his body jerks with the heavy thrusts, instantly snatching high pitched sounds from him with every movement.

Frank is fucking tight, clenching around me each time I slam right back in, not bothering to miss his prostate this time. The pleasure is sent ringing up my spine instantly along with this immense relief, incessantly, and it's all about the small details. Clinking echoes through the bedroom along with the sound of the headboard hitting against the wall, but none of these are as loud as Frank.

"Please– Touch me, sir, touch me," he whines among all the gasps and moans.

"You can cum without it, baby boy," I reply softly, my fingers sinking into his thighs, holding both of them up so I can go in deeper and Frank's squirming shows how successful it is. He starts pleading again, but stops after a harsh slap is delivered to his thigh.

Frank fucking comes. Just now I become aware of his spluttered attempts of telling it to me, which I ignored due to being too focused on observing him and myself instead.

It'd be a lie to say it's like nothing; he immediately tightens around me and my hand shakes, sending some of the wax dripping down my fingers instead. "Fuck, fuck," I mutter, putting out the candle messily so I can set it aside and once again take a hold of Frank's thighs, fucking him through his release.

Frank is so messy, throwing his head back – I don't waste the opportunity, quickly attacking his exposed neck with my lips to leave behind marks among the few tattoos decorating the skin.

His skin is hot. Almost like mine, I imagine, burning, though certainly not as much as the muscles on the back of my thigh, which are already complaining by now with a sharp and annoying pain.

"A good boy, aren't you?" I breathe into his ear, not stopping to thrust in, feeling him pulsate, clench around me just so perfectly. "But also such a whore. Look at how you're letting me use you. Mine and only mine. Who's the only one who can touch you this way?"

"Y-You, sir," he stutters, thighs twitching under my touch already, but it doesn't take long for me to cum already, letting out a low moan escape my lips, mind momentarily going blank with the pleasure climbing up the back of my thighs and unraveling the knot in my lower stomach. My movements don't stop until I can feel the oversensitivity threatening to kick in.

"Hell," I breathe, slowly letting go of Frank. "Hell."

I rest my forehead against Frank's, both of us not sharing a word.

"You did so well, baby, so well," I whisper, moving to release him from the handcuffs and his arms just fall limp to the mattress. Fuck. So small and hopeless. "C'mere." I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close. "Relax for a bit so I can clean you up, hm?" I pull his sweaty strands back from his forehead and press a kiss to it. "I love you, hun."

"Love you, sir," he mumbles, eyes half lidded, though I'm sure he's barely conscious.

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[we-have-bangtan]

Fall together

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genre: fluff, angst, best friends to lovers au

Warning: Swearing, smoking, mature content(no smut tho)

Synopsis: Jimin decides to kiss his bestfriend who he was in love with not knowing if she felt the same way.

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Jimin sat on the terrace, the rain pouring down on him, the drops of water falling fast and hard on his back, his body drenched to the bone. He didn't flinch when the rain drops fell on him, he had adjusted to the pain. The cigarette he had been smoking earlier was nothing more than ash now, too drenched to keep burning. He recalled the events of today as he lifted his chin up, feeling the rain drops pouring on him. Yn pushed up against the wall, her chest against his own, his lips descending upon her, hot and needy tongues meeting to dance together, his hands on her hips and hers around his neck, holding onto him while he devoured her. She had moaned for him, the sound so sinfully beautiful, it had him hooked; and then she had pulled away from him, cheeks red and eyes shaky, lips swollen and panting. Breathless as she opened the closet door and walked out, putting on a facade as she joined the rest of the group as if nothing happened. He wondered how long she'd play with him, how long she'd pretend like his feelings didn't exist, he was putting everything on the line for her and here she was, refusing to accept the fact that he was in love with her. He knew why she was pretending, she didn't want to throw away years of friendship for one chance at being something more. He knew there was no going back from here, no going back to the way thing were, he never planned on going back either. He didn't think he could stand being just friends with her anymore, he couldn't stand around, watching as others try and maybe even succeed in taking what he wanted the most in his life away from him. He had hoped that she'd push him away, stop him, tell hi this was not what she wanted, give him a clear fucking sign that she didn't want him, he didn't want to be given hope if he didn't have a chance with her. And yet she had strung him along, making him think that he did have a chance when she had let him kiss her like THAT. Now he didn't know how to feel, he wanted to hear her moan again, wanted to feel the euphoric high that kissing her made him feel, and at the same time, he didn't know if he could do this anymore. What if she didn't like him like that, what if she left, what if she decided he wasn't worth it. It worried him, the though of her leaving. He hear the door to the terrace swing open, he didn't turn around, knowing who it was already. "Why are you here?" he asked her, he couldn't bring himself to not care, it had become a habit. "I was looking for you" she answered, walking closer so her umbrella could shade him from the rain. "Why??" he asked, pulling himself onto his feet. "Why not" she shrugged as he took the umbrella from her so they both would be covered, her small height wasn't ideal for this. "Why do you do this to me?" he groaned as she pulled out a napkin from her pocket, dabbing at his face. "Do what?" she asked, genuinely confused as to what she was doing that was driving Jimin up the wall. "This!" He said as he pointed to the space between the two of them. "How long will you keep stringing me along?, how long will you keep pretending like I'm not right next to you proclaiming my love for every chance I can ?" he demanded as he dropped the umbrella, pacing around as he spoke, never giving Yn a chance to say anything. "I'm not pretending" Yn said quietly, almost too quietly but Jimin still heard, "Then why don't you just tell me if falling for you is waste of my time, am I just riling myself up for heartbreak Yn?" he asked, stopping right in front of her to grab her shoulders. "Should I give up?" he asked as he stood infront of her, she reached out to push his wet hair out of his face, "Come back downstairs, you'll fall sick if you're here" she said as she turned around to leave. But Jimin was not ready to let this go, not today at least, "how long will you keep putting it off Yn, just tell me if I should give up and I will" he pleaded gripping onto her wrist to stop her from leaving , she didn't say anything, moving his hand from her wrist into her hand, pulling him with her, the umbrella forgotten

as she dragged him into the warmth of the building. "Answer me please" he pleaded as he followed after her, his hand still in hers, she ignored his words, making her way down to Jimin's apartment. She unlocked the door, dragging him inside his bedroom before coming to a halt. Her hair and clothes stuck to her body from the rain, hugging each curve like it was meant to. "Go take a shower, you'll fall sick" She demanded, pulling out clothes from the closet for the two of them, "Yn you can't do that, you can't pretend to care and then refuse to answer me" Jimin huffed as he grabbed the clothes from Yn's hands, spinning her around to look at him, desperation in his eyes. "But I'm not pretending to care" she replied, looking up into his eyes, it hurt that Jimin thought she was pretending to care, there had never been a time when she hadn't cared, she always cared about him. He looked at her, searching for any insincerity, anything that would make him love her less and yet, he found nothing, all he found was genuine affection, a tenderness that he had fallen for a long time ago, it just made him love her more and it hurt to love her more, not knowing if she accepted his love or not was a risk h had planned to take, but it was still hard. "Are my feelings a joke to you?" Jimin finally snapped, he was tired of playing this game, trying to get her to realize that he wanted more, that he wanted to love as more than her best friend. "Why do you do this? How could say things like that and expect me to not fall in love? why do you not realize that I am in love with you? And that kiss, that freaking kiss, why the hell did you not pull away, why didn't you tell me to stop? Why do you keep giving me hope that I actually have a chance with you? Why do you keep making me fall if you're not going to fall with me?" Jimin yelled in one single breath as Yn stared at him, his heart pounding and out of breath. "Not falling? NOT FALLING? ARE YOU INSANE PARK JIMIN? HOLY FUCK! NOT FALLING?? YOU GO AHEAD AND CALL ME OBLIVIOUS AND ALL BUT WHAT ABOUT YOU - YOU FUCKING HYPOCRITE, DO YOU HAVE ANY CLUE HOW HARD I FELL? I'M NOT READY TO GIVE AWAY NEARLY A DECADE OF FRIENDSHIP FOR LITERALLY ONE CHANCE AT SOMETHING MORE, WE HAVE SO MUCH TO LOSE YOU ASSHOLE, THERE IS NO GOING BACK ONCE WE TIP OVER THE EDGE. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO PRETEND TO NOT KNOW THAT YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR ME?? I NEARLY CONFESSED LIKE 9 TIMES IN THE PAST 10 DAYS AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO YELL AT ME, WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE HUH? AND THAT KISS, THAT FREAKING KISS, I DIDN'T STOP YOU BECAUSE I WANTED IT AS MUCH AS YOU DID, HOW THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO ASK YOU TO STOP WHEN MY TONGUE IS SHOVED DOWN YOUR THROAT??" she yelled back as Jimin slowly backed away from her as tears streamed down her already wet cheeks. Well that certainly backfired, Jimin thought as he tried to process everything she had yelled, waiiitttt, did she just say she fell?, "Wait did you just say you fell, like fell in love?" Jimin asked a fuming Yn. "Boy, I will crack you like a glowstick if you tell me you didn't listen to a word I've been saying" Yn hissed, but Jimin was too busy making his way forward to take heed of the threat, pushing her up against the closet door, caging her in between before capturing her lips with his own, he felt euphoria all over again. "I've been waiting so fucking long for this" He whispered, pulling away from her, their damp bodies pressed against each other as he looked down into her eyes. "Jimin we can't" Yn pleaded as she reached up to caress his face, her palm soft against his stubble, "Why not, I fucking love you, so why the fuck not?" Jimin asked, no, begged. "There's too much to lose, it could go so wrong JImin, it could destroy both of us" she mumbled as he brushed his nose against hers. Jimin pulled away, looking down at her, "You really think I didn't think of that? I thought of it every night, I thought of it everytime I saw you, I weighted everything before I decided that I'm willing to risk it all, you're worth the risk Yn, our friendship is

worth the risk because I can't see myself being just friends with you". He retorted, Jimin had never lied to Yn and he was never going to, he was going to tell her everything he felt. "You know what fuck this shit" Yn groaned, grabbing him by the collar and latching her lips to his, Jimin was very happy to oblige, quickly taking control. Their tongues danced in harmony, what started as a sweet kiss, prolonging into a heated make-out session, what dragged Yn out of the daze was the coldness of Jimin's shirt against her skin. She quickly pulled away, earning a whine from him, "Go shower, you'll fall sick" she demanded, pushing him off her and shoving the clothes she had pulled out into his hands. "Care to join me sweetheart?" he teased as she tugged on her wet shirt, "Woahh, slow down chim, you shower in a temperature that is more than the boiling water of hell, so no thank you" she answered, turning away from him to search through the closet for a shirt for herself. Jimin pouted like a child as he stormed into the bathroom, he seemed to remember something in the middle of undressing because he popped his head out of the door, shirtless and his pants unbuttoned. "Do not leave while I'm in the bathroom, we still need to talk" He warned before going back inside, Yn shrugged, it wasn't like she was planning to leave. She went to the bathroom in the guest room to shower and get changed into one of Jimin's shirts. Jimin was still not out of the bathroom by the time Yn ordered the two of them takeout. She had no clue what took Jimin this long. Jimin's mind was going into over-drive as he thought about all the possibilities that he and Yn wouldn't work out. He had even used a love calculator in the past and it had showed him a solid 69% but he didn't have much faith in that calculator, personally, he thought he and Yn were 100% compatible, but that was just his opinion. He had already thought of the names of his three kids and two cats, the location of their house and what colors the walls would be. He was brought back to reality when the hot water ran out. Never letting hot water run out at my place, he thought to himself as he walked out of the bathroom, drying himself off before putting on the clothes Yn picked out. He walked into the living room to see Yn chowing down a plate of jajangmeon and he felt a little guilty for making her wait. "What took you so long?" she asked as she gulped down the noodles, picking at the side dishes, "The hot water was too nice to get out of" he lied, joining her side as she passed him a plate of japchae too. The two of them ate in silence, stealing a bite of each other's food once in a while before settling down to talk. "So, girlfriend~" Jimin drawled, "Girlfriend??" Yn questioned, "What you wanna be the boyfriend? I'm okay with that." Jimin said with a thoughtful nod. "Don't you think you're getting ahead of yourself Jimin?" Yn teased, rolling from her spot to his before wrapping her arms around him, "At least buy me dinner first" she jested, "Yah, didn't you pay the delivery man with my money? technically I already bought you dinner" he defended, wrapping his arm around her. Yn decided to be bold, swinging her leg onto the other side of Jimin before placing herself on his lap, a mischievous grin on her lips. Jimin was very pleased. "Well then Boyfriend~" she started, Jimin's hands finding their way to her hips, gripping her firmly in place, humming encouragingly when he heard her call him boyfriend. "I need to get home, it's getting late" she finished, ruining the whole mood, "Very romantic" Jimin quipped with a roll of his eye as she tried to get off his lap, his hands firmly holding her in place. "I try!" her retort was paired with a flirty wink. "Well girlfriend, might as well stay the night since it is so late, can't have the love of my life go home when it's so dark outside" he continued, sitting a little straighter so there was less space between the two of them. "Cute, but that won't work, try again tomorrow when I don't have work" she answered as she wiggled to get

out of his grip, "Yn darling, you might want to stop wiggling if you don't want to cause me problems" Jimin groaned as he felt Yn's core grinding against him, holy fuck this woman would drive him insane. "So Jimin-ssi are you taking me home or not?" She asked as she finally managed to get away from him, gathering her things from all over the house, "Only if you kiss me goodbye" he bargained, Yn nodded, fair enough, she was going to do it anyway. Jimin happily whistled as he lead the way to his car, Yn's hand in his as she followed behind him, dressed in his shirt and the heels she had worn when she had come to his apartment. He felt giddy, praying that they would part for the rest of their lives.

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[jawabear]

Fix it (Frankie Morales x Reader)

Not my GIF

A/N: Who wants some depressing smut? I know I do! (Note the sarcasm). So here is a sad Frankie smut. Because that’s the only thing I’m good at writing. Enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: angst, smut

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of drugs, drinking, crying, cheating, sad!sex, happy resolve tho (I think).

Summary: He messed up really bad, and he wants to do whatever he can to fix his mistake.

Frankie hadn’t meant for her to find out this way. He was going to tell her eventually. But he wasn’t exactly angry that she had now be witness to the truth. He only wished she wasn’t so angry. But her anger was justified.

“(Y/N) please” he said quietly “just...calm down”

“You expect me to be calm Frankie?!” She yelled throwing her hands out to the side “you slept with another woman! You fucking lied to me!”

“I-I know. It was a mistake. A stupid fucking mistake. But I was drunk. I was angry. I was-“

“Drugged up?” She said folding her arms over her chest. She didn’t mean it really, it was just something she said in the heat of the moment. She knew he was clean. Or at least, she thought he was. But when he didn’t reply and just looked away even more anger and sadness began bubbling up inside her “you were?” She had never sounded more hurt in her life. She had never been more hurt in her life. All this time she had though he had stopped, that she had helped him through his dark days. But clearly she hadn’t.

She ran her hands over her face and through her hair as she turned away from him, trying not to collapse in sadness, anger and frustration. Her eyes were streaming with silent tears as she tried to compose herself but she couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

“(Y/N)...I’m so so sorry-“ he tried quietly but she stopped him by putting her hands up.

“I don’t want to hear your apologies Frankie” she said slowly, slowing her breathing down. Her eyes closed for a second as she let out a deep breath “I just...when does the lying stop?” She sighed.

“It stops now. Right now” he walked towards her and grabbed her arms. She tensed at his action but he didn’t move away from her, he wanted to be as close to her as possible. “I never should’ve lied in the first place. I’ll tell you everything. Everything you want me to tell you. Just...please listen to me...”

He looked at her with desperate and sad eyes. She didn’t react to his request. She just stood there looking at him, her body still tense as she gently rubbed her arms, more to give himself comfort. “After our fight I was...just so angry. With you and with me. I went to the bar and just...drank. I went back to my truck and started looking for something. I didn’t know what at the time but under my seat I found some...stuff. I didn’t even know I had any more, I though I got rid of it all. We did together. We got rid of it. If I was sober I would’ve got rid of it straight away but I was so drunk that I...I couldn’t control myself. Do I did it. And I went back into the bar and there was this girl. I just wanted to forget everything. But I was too scared to come home to you after I had...after what I did. She-She made the first move and I just...went with it...”

He cringed at his words not being able to look at her any more. Hearing it aloud he could see how wrong it all was. He knew it was already one of the worst things he had ever done, but having to admit it made him realised just how terrible it really was. “And so I slept with her. I didn’t ask for her name and she didn’t ask for mine. I left as soon as I could and I just...sat in my truck for hours. I somehow managed to get to Pope’s house and that’s where I stayed”

She didn’t say a word as he told her everything. She still just stood there and listened and watched. She watched as the feelings of guilt, regret and shame clouded his eyes. She listened as the same emotions poisoned every word he said.

“I-I don’t want your forgiveness. I don’t want you to say you forgive me. Any more than you want to hear me say I’m sorry. Because I know you don’t. What I did was wrong and I won’t ever be able to forgive myself for what I did to you. And I don’t deserve your forgiveness anyway. I don’t deserve anything you give me...” he slowly managed to lift his gaze to meet hers again as he stood up straight and let go of her arms taking a step back from her.

This distance between them was only slight but it felt like they were both on either end of the earth. “Whatever you want me to do, I will. I’ll do anything. If you want me to leave..I-I will. And you’ll never see me again. I want to do anything and everything I can to at least try and make it up to you because I love you (Y/N). I love you so much”

She wrung her hands together anxiously as they both just stood there for a moment. She started to cry again, opening her mouth to say something but no words came out at first. So she tried again. “I-I d-don’t want you to leave Frankie” her voice was quiet, if not for the painful silence in the room, he wouldn’t have heard her. She walked over to him and slowly placed her hands on his cheeks, his hands lifted to grabbed her wrists to keep her hands there for as long as possible. “I-I just want...” she paused for a moment as she looked into his beautiful brown eyes. “You...” She said “I just want you”

“You have me (Y/N)” he whispered “I’m all yours. I’ll always be yours”

She slammed her lips against his. His hands moved from her wrist and he wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her closer to him while her fingers found their way into his hair as she continued to cry. “Promise me..” she mumbled against his lips “that we’ll tell each other everything” her fingers were desperately grabbing at his hair. She couldn’t part her lips from his but she carried on talking “and we never fight like that again”

Frankie’s hands were just as desperate as he gripped the back of her shirt tightly in his hands as he deepened each kiss “and that we talk about everything...that we hide nothing from each other...and that we love only each other”

“Yes (Y/N)” he mumbled against her lips. “I promise. I promise everything to you”

“Me too Frankie. I promise everything to you. I love you so much Frankie. Don’t ever leave me” she sobbed.

“I won’t. I’ll never leave you (Y/N)” he managed to lift her up, although it wasn’t that difficult considering the weak state she was in from all her crying. He got to his knees and gently laid her on her back on the floor leaving him to hover above her. She didn’t argue as she felt one of his hands slipped between their bodies and into her shorts to rub his hands against her making her moan into his mouth.

“Oh Frankie” (Y/N) whimpered. He removed his hand from her, but his lips stayed in place letting her take the lead. He tugged down her shorts along with her panties and unzipped his jeans, pushed both them and his boxers down his hips slightly.

(Y/N) instinctively opened her legs a little wider and allowed him to slip himself into her. They both let out shaky moans as he began to slowly push into her. He moved so gently and touched her so softly. Tears fell from her eyes again as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He removed his lips from her and rested his forehead against hers. “I love you so much” he whispered followed by a quiet moan as her walls squeezed around him slightly. “I’m so sorry”

She moved her hands to his cheeks and tilted his head down slightly to press a gentle kiss to his lips. He took her hands from his face and linked his fingers with hers before leading them to the floor above her head where he held them as he gently thrust into her.

“I love you too” He moved his kisses down to her neck, burying his face there as he ever so slightly picked up his pace. The head of his length brushed against the sweet spot inside her over and over again making her moan loudly and her end draw closer, quicker then it ever had before. Her moans a began the face into silence as he pulled her over the edge into the sea of pleasure. “I forgive you...” she whispered breathlessly.

His grip on her hands tightened so much that they began to shake. His entire body began to shake as a sob broke free from him. His body was confused as he came inside her. His mind conflicted on whether to feel pleasure from his climax or sadness from his cries. He let out a sort of strangled moan before collapsing on top of her and crying into her neck. She managed to pry her hands from his tight hold and bring then to card gently through his hair in a comforting manner.

For a while, they said nothing. He just lay on top of her crying his heart out and she comforted him as best she could. But then he spoke again, his voice was small, sad and broke, but she managed to make out the two simple words, “Thank you”

29/12/20

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[fictionalmenmistress]

Shadow From The Window (Leonardo)

Imagine your scared of the dark and alone, but your sexy hero-in-the-half-shell comes to sleep at your side, after a long partol. Exausted, he forgets how easy you startle, and comforts you.

(SFW but blushy, leaning Fem!Reader/ but also gender-neutral, Bayverse Leo, no swearing, FLUFF, a lil spooky at the start but all sweet and completely handle-able. Its safe 💙)

(So, this is my first official post here and I'm so excited! First of all, HI EVERYONE! I'm so happy to have found my peoples and to be here uwu, I love you all. Hopefully, this brings you comfort to rest before bed, or in the middle of the night. Want me to do one for all the boys? Lemme know!💙)

I am writing this at 2-3 am, after imagining this scenario to comfort myself, settling down to rest. The thought of Leo hiding in the dark, makes the dark a lot less scary. (Tho I decided to write it instead of resting lol) LETS GET IT!

Its 3 am in your studio apartment.

You've been living in New York city for a while now, but its always been a hassle to fall asleep in your own place. That's been the hardest adjustment after leaving home... how scary it can be on your own. Truth be told, you're 'scared of the dark'. Not nescessarily scared of the darkness itself, but the shadows in the corner of the room... the random noises and things that go bump in the night... the mere thought in the back of your mind that something, as ridiculous as it sounds to others, will come and get you once your guard is down.

There you lied, stiff as a board on your back. The covers, pulled up to your neck, as you breathed in and out as silently as you could. Why did you still feel like you had to hide from monsters or bad guys in your own home? "Dang it, y/n..." you sighed, wiping the nervous cold sweat from your forehead, overheating internally from the anxiety.

"WHY... why did I have to watch that horror movie with Donnie?" You thought, internally shouting at yourself. "He said its not scary, that its 'too absurd to be plausible, and thus won't trigger a reaction of fear'. So much for a slow and steady introduction to the genre!"

You should have known when Raph said "Nope, I'm out." Donnie sat there the whole time, laughing at the movie at the scariest and most ill-timed moments... and you recall just glaring at him, teeth chattering, whispering to yourself:

"Yeah, he's cracked alright."

Just because something isn't scientifically proven, doesn't mean it can't happen... or hasn't happened, right?

"Ugh..." you groaned, curling your lips into a gremace, scared your groan was too loud amongst the unsettling silence. "I can't sleep with the lights on again..."

Glancing toward your phone, you noticed a blue light illuminate the screen, informing you that you got a new text. But that blue light... it instantly made you think of the blue-loving turtle you so dearly loved. The light of your life.

'Leo would protect me.'

Ah, that comforting reminder that you would feel so safe in your boyfriend's arms... if only he were here with you.

But... he wasn't. He was probably out on patrol, far away, and unable to come any time soon, even if he could.

"That's it." You said, taking and deep breath and mustering up all of your courage, throwing the covers off and dashing to the light switch.

*flick!* And... everything in the room was normal. It was comforting, but you scolded yourself for not accepting that everything was already secure, and nothing was lurking in the dark.

Everything was still, as you closed your curtains and lied back down in bed.

"Light on it is." You sighed, before the light suddenly flickered by itself.

"Oh crap-" you muttered, taking a gulp, as the power went out. "OH CRAP, ITS JUST LIKE THE MOVIE-"

Now, you felt screwed. You lied as still as possible, for what felt like forever, refusing to close your eyes. Dang it... DANG it!

Grabbing your phone light, you quickly tip-toed to the bathroom, trying to pee as fast as you could, so you could get back to your warm bed where it feels semi-safe.

As soon as you opened the bathroom door, you noticed your curtains flowing and twirling in the night wind. Street sounds from the never-sleeping city below echoed faintly through your widely-opened window.

"My window... is open?" You thought in horrified shock, examining your surroundings in the dark carefully.

You froze in your tracks, as your phone light turned itself off.

BATTERY TOO LOW TO USE FLASHLIGHT, PLEASE CHARGE.

A chill went down your spine, as you stood there in the center of everything, slowly backing to a corner, where you planned to crouch in the fetal position, so you could see all angles of the room for the rest of the night.

You took another step back, and another, before you bumped into a large mass, standing behind you.

'Not the wall...' your brain registered, feeling the heat of whomever or whatever this tall thing was, radiating against your back.

"Hello, beautiful~" A deep voice chuckled, startling you.

Jolting around, you saw a dark, tall shadow, looming before you.

The fear disoriented you, quickly rushing adrenaline through your body, as your fight or flight reacted. You quickly let out a shriek, chucking your dying phone at the shadow and darting quickly toward the window.

The shadow caught the phone instantly, with lightning fast reflex, as a large hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, gently yet firmly pulling you back into the room before you crawled out onto the fire escape.

"WHOA, hey hey! Y/N easy! Its okay." A gentle, farmiliar voice assured, gently pulling you around to face him. "Its just me!"

"L-let go!" You whimpered, still not realizing who it was. "P-please..."

"Hey, its me..." he softly whispered, as your breath began to steady, blinking a couple of times as his identity fully set in. "Shh, sh sh sh." He lulled.

"L-Leo?" You squeaked in disbelief.

The figure slowly leaned into the moonlight, casting over you from the open window, revealing his GORGEOUS, icy blue eyes. Those intense-yet-soft eyes... that you knew and loved more than anyone else's. That comforting, strong, lovingly soft gaze, that instantly reassured you that you were safe.

"Your aim is getting better," he softly chuckled, smirking with his adorable grin. Leo slowly slid your phone before you, onto the moonlit sheets, barely revealing his outstretched, chiseled, manly hands. "I'm so sorry I scared you, love. I didn't mean to... I would never on purpose..."

Leo's voice sounded composed, but also ashamed and regretful, as he became more serious to apologise. He always spoke so softly to you...

"Leo, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I-" you desparately assured, bursting into tears. "I-"

"Hey hey, I should have knocked, or called. I'm sorry I scared you, sweetheart. I thought I would suprise you in a good way, not startle you." He murmured, reaching his large hands out to gently grasp you, holding you in his arms.

"Oh... I'm so happy to see you!" You sighed, falling against him.

"Donnie felt bad about that scary movie, he told me about how scared you were and begged me to check on you." He whispered, with that composed, reassuring voice.

"Oh Leo... you really came." You whispered, sniffling back your tears.

"Of course, my love... I came straight here after patrol. I would have come sooner, but Raph was getting his shell handed to him by this big..." he hesitated, biting his lip.

"Leo?" You asked, wondering why he stopped.

"-You know what? It doesn't matter." He gently corrected, changing the subject.

"What? What was it?" You innocently asked, curling up against his warm, sculpted chest.

You could feel Leo's skin grow warmer with a blush, as he slowly and sweetly welcomed your embrace, holding you close.

"I'll tell you during daylight. Just... sweetie, I'll never let anything bad happen to you, as long as I live. You're safe, whether I'm near or far. Okay, sweetheart?" Leo promised with his deep innocent voice, planting a soft kiss against your forehead.

Suddenly, you heard a generator power on through your front door, and the power flicked back on.

You could at last see him. See his muscled arms around you, and the tails of his worn out blue mask resting against his chest, along side you. His plastron... rising and falling as he took in slow breaths.

Leo was so careful holding you in his arms... like you were this precious, tiny thing, that he adored with his entire existance.

"Hey, you... you there?" He muttered, growing increasingly bashful in his tension.

"I'm here." You gently assured with a smile, before pulling away to examine his handsome face.

Leonardo. Sexy, handsome, justly-confident, fierce leader. This fearless, giant turtle mutant, who was unlike anyone else in the world. His jaw clenched from sudden bashful nervousness, as his gaze shyed away from your eyes. Your stare always overwhelmed him... it was such an intimate thing to meet his eyes.

Leo cleared his throat, as he slowly reached out to your face, ever-so-carefully wiping away a tear from your cheek, watching intently and focusing as he did so.

Over cautiously gentle so he wouldn't risk hurting you with his strength.

"There we go..." he softly whispered in satisfaction, sighing with a relieved smirk.

"Can you..." you began, with every ounce of security and confidence you could muster. "Can you... stay? With me, all of tonight?"

You felt your cheeks blush intensely, blooming red, as Leo bit on his bottom lip. His eyes widened, as he fully realized your question.

"Y-yeah, o-of course I can..." Leo answered, all of a sudden a thousand times more innocent and adorable, intensely flattered and touched that you wanted him to stay at your side. "Uh... I'll... uh-" he began, moving back from kneeling on your bed before you, aimlessly pacing into your tiny kitchen.

Leo usually was so bold and certain, organized and authoritative, when he was on the move.

You recalled how you had seen first-hand how he can lay out the strategy of attack for the boys. He could be flipping into action, or running through the rooftops as he did it, with perfect coordination in his speech and movements. But with you and only you, Leo wasn't able to get the words out when he was this nervous or bashful.

He had a tendancy to overthink things.

Leo wandered into the cupboard, beginning to steep some tea on the stove as his tongue caught up with his brain.

"Do you want... tea?" He gently asked, clearing his throat.

Such husband material...

"Ah, sure." You grinned, sweetly answering.

You realized how safe and secure you felt now, with him in the studio. You weren't alone anymore.

Leo didn't say much while he prepared the tea. He hyper-focused to distract himself from the nervousness of staying at your place, ALONE with you for the night. He paced around without speaking... doing little thoughtful things, like closing the window and locking it for you, shutting the closet and bathroom door, and picking out the perfect cups for the two of you, from your DC glass cup collection.

(Leo liked the Nightwing one since it was blue, and he always gave you the batgirl one, because you loved purple. He loved it when you would geek out and tell him how those heroes were the perfect couple... it reminded him of the both of you, and hoped that you gushed about him like that when he wasn't around.)

Leo brought the cups over, moving carefully with his eyes on the glass, gently placing one in your hand, and his own at your bedside.

"I"ll sleep right here, beside you." He thought out loud, examining the hardwood floor panels.

"Ah, Leo, you're not sleeping on the ground." You ordered, taking a long drink from your cup.

"Its no trouble," he assured, unlatching and taking off his belt and sword straps, placing them on your countertop. Leo sat down across from your bed, and began taking off his customized traditional ninja footwear, so all that remained were his pants and mask.

Why did this make you blush and get so flustered, the way he lifted those muscular arms over his head? Its not like he's taking anything revealing off...

"Modest like Leo... modest like Leo..." you whispered under your breath, recomposing your wandering thoughts.

He slowly walked up to you, lying you back and pulling your covers over you. Leo gently placed his hand against your cheek, staring deep into your eyes, as a soft smile rested over his lips.

He slowly nuzzled his nose beside yours, cherishing every small movement, before planting a soft kiss on your forehead. Then, he pulled away.

You felt your arms involuntarily reach out to him, taking his face into your hands. You both stared innocently into one another's eyes, before you made a bold move, planting your lips against his. You gently kissed Leo's lips, and he kissed you back, in the most respectful, admirable, and sentimental way possible.

Kissing Leo always felt so intimate and special... even as soft and innocent as it was. Leo made the tiny gestures special to you again.

"Leo, would you please... hold me?" You whispered, tightly closing your eyes and resting your forehead against his. "Please, sleep with me tonight."

"S-sleep with-" he panicked, turning vibrant red. For the first time that night, he realized that you were wearing blue pj's... and you looked gorgeous in them. Suddenly his heart began to pound through his chest, as his posture stiffened. "Sleep... together? Like... m-make love together?"

"Ah not like that!" You bashfully assured, unable to hide your shy grin. "Just... sleep together, at least for tonight."

He took a deep breath in, that sounded shaky, like the remenants of your kiss and closeness gave him the chills. The thought of you being together in the most close and intimate form made him overwhelmed, causing him to slightly tremble. Leo invoulintarily giggled, pecking a kiss against your nose, before he pulled his mask off.

"Alright." He grinned, suddenly much more eager and confident, leaning close to you as he set his mask on your night stand, switching off the light switch with a mere stretch.

Suddenly, it was dark again. But, a peaceful dark.

"Will you, Leo?" You muttered.

"Yes." He whispered, so softly and so intimately, gazing bravely into your eyes. "Yes, Y/N."

You beamed with joy, resituating to the side of your bed, curling up and watching Leo with an adorable, excited expression. Leo broke out a nervous, adorable chuckle, as he hesitantly sat down on your bed, realizing how massive he was on the size of it. He downed his tea like a shot, (wanting to finish it as fast as possible, so he could do this soft and intimate thing with you) and clearing his throat. Blushing, he slowly lied down on his back, slowly turning to his side that faced you, and hesitantly placing his hand over your shoulder, unsure of what was too much touch.

You giggled, sliding his hand on your waist, so you could sit up and pull the covers over him. "O-oh..." Leo murmured, stiffening up from his shyness.

This was very overwhelming to him, since he really liked taking things slow and was inexperienced to everything involving romance before you. But... you loved that. It was like everything was new to you again too. It endeared you beyond belief.

You lied on your side, examining his face one last time, as he examined yours, trailing your fingertip across his sharp jawline.

"I really love you..." he whispered, meaning every word.

"I really love you too, Leo." You softly agreed, as you continued to smile.

You and Leo talked quietly for a bit, sweet whispers between soulmates, as you scratched his shell and caressed his shoulders to help relieve his stress and tension. He would slowly drift off more and more, talking less and less, gifting you with tiny, soft, slow kisses, all over your face instead.

You both drifted off to sleep, and slept wonderfully side by side, as safe and sweet as can be, just the two of you.

And, as you found out in the morning, Leo was a total, clingy cuddler in his sleep. Throughout the night, he had nuzzled closer and closer, wrapping his arms around you and cradling you, until you were cozy against his body, sharing the same warmth.

💙 Sweet dreams.💙

#tmnt au #leonardo #bayverse #tmnt #leo #fictionalmenmistress #raphael #mikey #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt leo #tmnt donatello #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt fluff #fluff #tmnt imagines

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

A WISE ADVICE

Prompt: When Finn flirts with Sasha Banks on Monday Night Raw,his return home to his girlfriend Y/N ends up with him meeting a side to her he didn’t knew existed,a broken bed and a nosy demon king!

Word count: I write most of my stuff in my phone so I don’t know,but long-ish

Pairing: Finn x Reader x Bálor

Warnings:+18 smut,cursing,wax play,bondage(limbs restriction),slight female degradation,jealousy and some broken furniture!Hahahaha

Notes: Ok,so this is my first Finn Bálor fanfic(be nice please?And give me some feedback if you’d like)as I always say,english isn’t my first language,so sorry for misspellings,you can always find my latest story as a fixed post on my page and you can find all of my stories typing “masochist writes” on the search bar on my page and last but certainly not least the only excuse I have for writing this is that I love the man and I love kinky shit,so enjoy 😏

My grandfather was a wise man.I loved the funny stories he used to tell me and my brother when we were younger.Stories about his old loverboy days,and how he would always get in trouble for flirting with the girls of his neighborhood! And one thing my grandpa always used to say to my brother was: “Son,the thing you must fear the most in your life it’s the fury of a woman!Don’t fear the thief,don’t fear death,but do fear the fury of a raging woman!Even more if you were the one who incited such rage!”And he laughed while he finished his cigar.

I never understood why he said that to my brother..until now!

I was sitting on my bed,just trying to process what my eyes had witnessed.My mind was racing,my blood boiling and I knew that if looks could kill he would be dead already (even through the damn TV).

I had not just seen MY boyfriend,just SHAMELESSLY flirt with Sasha Banks! And don’t even try to say “oh please,don’t be so dramatic! It’s scripted you know?!” ‘Cuz I ain’t buying that shit! We’ve been together for 4 years now and trust me honey,if anyone knows THAT look that someone is me.You know why?Because he gives me the SAME ONE FOR PRECISELY 4 YEARS NOW!

The fucker had the audacity! I’m so furious I could just strangle him to death with my bare hands,and yes,through the damn TV. But if he thinks I’m gonna let this slip through he has another thing coming...And when he receive his punishment for being such a naughty little boy,he’s gonna wish somebody would have warned him about the deadly fury of a woman.

As soon as I finished hiding my last item,I heard the front door open *let the games begin* I devilishly thought to myself.

“Y/N? Love are ya upstairs?” That voice,the voice of the traitor,just served to make me even more angry!But if I wanted this to work out as I planned I had to play it cool.So I just pushed the anger down my throat and put it a beautiful sheepishly smile upon my lips and answered “Yes love,I’m in the bedroom.” *this is going to be fun* I thought to myself.

A few seconds later I heard the bedroom door open “Oh there ya are! I thought ya were going to be downstairs,waiting for me like ya always do” He said. I slowly turned to face him and said as innocently as I could “Yeah I was but, I thought you would have another thing in mind so I figured it would be better if I just waited here for you instead.” As I proceeded to bat my lashes and strip my clothes off in front of him.

“Oh love”He licked his lips slowly “Ya have no idea what you’ve had just started!”

“Oh Sir,I think I do..the real question is” I closed the distance between us and slowly pushed him down onto the bed “Are YOU ready for what YOU had started?” As soon as his body collided with the mattress I quickly handcuffed both of his wrists to the headboard.

“What the fuck? Y/N,what is this?”

I silently went to the foot of the bed and begin to take off his Vans and socks.

“Babe,what are ya doing?Y/N? Talk to me damn it!”

I just looked at him chuckling while I grabbed a rope so I could tie his ankles to the bed as well.

“Love,you’re starting to scare me here...please talk to me,what’s going on?” He pleaded

I kneeled between his legs to undo his belt while I whistle a little tune.

“For fuck sake Y/N! Ya look like a fucking psycho right now,just say something please!” He begged and I stopped right when I was about to push his pants down.

“Do you think that I look like a psycho?Funny tho,how earlier you didn’t thought that...actually,you thought that you could take me for granted right?You thought that I would wait for you at the door like a good girl should,you thought that you could flirt with your female co-worker on national TV and I would just wait for you here...” I grabbed a handful of his semi-hard bulge and squeezed just enough so he could feel the slight pain. “Like a little well trained pet.” I proceeded to squeeze harder until he gasped.

“Y/N” my name was a faint whisper leaving his lips. “Please baby,you’re hurting me.”

“I’m hurting you?” I huffed as I slowly let the deadly grip on his bulge fade “What about you hurting me huh?What about my feelings Finn?What about the fact that you made me embarrassed on national TV! How can I get out on the street now with people knowing that we date and still you were deliberately flirting with another woman?” I slightly pinched his bulge just to make my point clear.

“Ouch,fuck! I’m sorry babe! I really didn’t meant it! I just got carried away with the plot that’s it! You know I love you dearly,and the only woman who gets me heads over heels for it’s you. I even bought you some roses and chocolates as a white flag sign,since I realized I fucked up..” I looked into his beautiful blue eyes and saw nothing more than love and regret. “Where are they?”

“They?”

“Yeah,the roses and the chocolates?”

“They’re on the dinner table”

I got up from the bed and made my way towards the bedroom door. “I’ll be right back.”

I went down the stairs,entered the dining room and I saw the most beautiful bouquet of red roses I’ve ever seen,and the little heart shaped chocolates,my favorite ones! I ran to the kitchen to get a vase with water to put the roses in it.When I placed the beautiful bouquet inside of it I saw the little card attached on the outside,beautifully hand written “My lovely lass,I know I got a little carried away with my character tonight,but I tell you with all my heart it meant nothing! You’re the only woman I’ll EVER need in my life!You’re my EVERYTHING! Love ya... yours always and forever.Finn”

“Argh Y/N what did you do?! Well I can still make this pleasurable for him,somehow..” I whispered to myself and ran back upstairs.

“Oh thank God! I thought ya were gonna leave me tied up here the whole night!” He giggled “Did ya find it?”

“Yes I did..”

“I meant it what I said in the card ya know...”

“Yeah I know Finn..”

After a few minutes passed by and when I didn’t move to set him free,he asked

“So?”

“So what?”

A briefly confused look passed by his face when he said

“Aren’t ya gonna let me go?”

“Why would I?” I kinda chuckled

“Well,because ya kno-“ I cut him of by saying

“Don’t you think you still need a little reminder to not do that anymore?”

“What do ya mean?”

I slowly crawled on the bed to assume the position I was on minutes ago.

“Oh you know” I said as I lightly tapped his hips so I could remove his pants and boxer briefs “I think you need that little warning slap on the hand,so you don’t be a naughty boy and don’t do that shit ever again”

I smiled as I grabbed the pair of scissors from under my pillow and cut off his shirt so I could leave him in his naked glory,and at my mercy.

“Oh my,aren’t you a beautiful sight?!”

I straddle his hips and leaned down to kiss him,as soon as our tongues met I traveled my hands down his neck,arms,chest and abs in an agonizing slow pace.

“Y/N baby”

“Yeah?”

“I need to touch ya,please open the cuffs so I can touch ya”

“Oh Finny,don’t make me laugh love! Naughty boys don’t get to touch anything!” I chuckled lightly

“No,please” he whined “Baby please,don’t do this to me!Just let me touch ya,I need ya...I want to touch your pussy baby,please?Let me make it up to ya?Let me make ya feel good”He pleaded

“You know what?You’re talking too much! What do you say about we keep that pretty little mouth busy huh?”

Without letting him answer I let one of my breasts hover upon his lips and he eagerly

took it on his mouth,sucking and licking my nipple to the point he had me whining.

“Oh Finn,fuck baby” His gaze was glued to my face “You’re so good,so fucking good,such a good boy” as soon as those words left my mouth he smirked at me,with my nipple still on his mouth,and I could swear I had just came with that vision alone.

He moved to the other nipple to give the same attention he gave the other one,and I just needed some sort of friction!So I took advantage of his now full on hard dick pressed against his stomach and the wetness that was leaking down my thighs and I slided down his abs just slightly so I could meet his cock and when I did,I released my nipple from his mouth and started to slide his erection through my folds.

“Oh fuck woman,you’re going to be the death of me!” He moaned closing his eyes tightly.

I took the opportunity to reach for the candle that was lit on the nightstand and spilt some of the hot wax onto his chest while I was still sliding on him.

“Oh fuck you!” He angrily said through gritted teeth

“Oh I’m about to sweetheart” and with that I lift my hips so I could angle him with my entrance and asked “Who does this cock belongs to baby?”

“You,you,it belongs to ya!Now just fucking ride me would ya??!!” He said desperately

“Ah,no no no!” I said as I dripped more hot wax,but this time on his nipples “Politely please!”

His eyes were so dark with lust and his voice so deep that I could swear that I had awoken some sort of demon within him.

“This cock is yours and yours only lass. It’s yours for you to suck,fuck,ride anytime or anyplace you’d like. It belongs inside your mouth,inside your ass,inside you pussy or wherever you want. It’s yours for you to do with it whatever you please!” With that I sheepishly smiled,and sunked my hips with his at the same time I dripped a few more drops of hot wax onto his pubic bone.

“Oh my fucking God!” He rolled his eyes to the back of his head and let out a growl that sounded almost inhuman.

I was giving myself sometime to focus,just so that I wouldn’t cum. When I heard a very deep voice come out of Finn’s lips and say

“You better start to fucking ride my cock right now princess and you better make sure you ride it hard and deep,or else I’m gonna break this fucking cuffs off and you will regret this little act of yours”

“Bálor” I whispered

He just smirked and whispered back “You’ve got three seconds to start riding me. One,two...” With his lead I started to ride him like a mad woman.

“Yes...my beautiful,sweet princess.Harder!” I moved faster

“I said harder!” I moved even faster

“Are ya fucking deaf? I told ya to ride.me.HARDER!” He gritted

“Bálor, I- I can’t,this is the fastest I can go” I said with my legs already becoming sore from the pace I was trying to keep.

“Oh my sweet princess” He started to laugh uncontrollably

“What’s so funny?”

“You are!” He said through deep laughs “You try so hard to be a brat,but you’ve got zero capacity for it! Look at ya! Look how pitiful you are! Can’t even fucking ride a cock properly! He started to laugh harder “Now I know why Finn loves ya...ya are so amusingly funny!” He concludes his sentence with a laugh,and I had know idea where the anger that took control of me came from but I started to hatefully ride his cock and drip the hot wax all over his body:his neck,chest,forearm,biceps,nipples,abs,v line,close to his belly button.

“Argh” He roared “That’s what I’m talking about! Yes,just like that,so fucking good. So insanely good.”

His eyes were glued on me and I couldn’t help but drip some of the hot wax onto my own body. And the sight made him growl.

“Yes kitten!Oh fuck,you’re gonna make me cum,you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard” his eyes grew even darker “I knew I could pull that little brat out,she just needed the right words,right love?!” He chuckled and I could feel my walls tightening and my orgasm buildup like a volcano

“Bálor, I’m gonna- I need...”

“Go on kitten,let it go” And with that I came as hard as I’ve ever had,just to feel Bálor starting to cum as well,cursing in Gaelic.

As he continued to cum, I saw his eyes slowly changing back to the beautiful ocean blue I loved, and my Finn returning to the surface with a long moan as the final spasms of his orgasm hit him.

“What the fuck just happened?” He asked,out of breath and mesmerized

“I think we just broke the bed”. I said

“What?” He chuckled

“No Finn, I’m serious!”

He stopped laughing,staring at the view of our mattress on the floor and his limbs freed from the cuffs and ropes.

“Well,that’s gotta be a good sign,don’t ya think?” He started laughing hard when the only thing I could do was bluntly stare at him.

That couldn’t be a bad sign,could it?

#finn balor #finn balor fanfiction #finn balor one shot #finn balor x reader #finn balor imagine #fergal devitt #prince devitt #masochist writes

[sapphiewritesandstuff]

Long Awaited

Pairing: Hanako x F!Reader, slight Nene x F!Reader Warnings: Slight spice (nothing NSFW tho) Word Count: 2,170 I wrote this 2-3 months (?) ago, but never finished. I revamped it and finished it to keep you guys entertained while I work on the Teru + Kou x Reader content <3

The sound of the bell signaling the end of your last class sounded, prompting everyone to rush out of the class as quickly as humanly possible, all the while creating a solid wall of human that is virtually impossible to pass through.

“What’s gotten into them?” You muttered, raising an eyebrow at your classmates' antics. The blonde boy besides you paused in his rambling, brows furrowing as he too noticed the flood of human bodies between them and the door.

“Oh no,” Kou groaned, slapping a hand to his face in a gesture that suggests helpless frustration. “What’s wrong?” You asked, amused at Kou’s dramatic display.

“We were late yesterday and Hanako threatened to—” he wiggled his fingers with a menacing face that looked nothing like the amber-eyed apparition, “do things to Yashiro.”

You sweatdropped, giggling at Kou’s panic. “Don’t worry, we can exorcise him together if he tries anything.” Your tone dropped at the end of your sentence, eyes darkening a tad. It was Kou’s turn to sweatdrop.

Seeing that the people by the door had lessened a considerable amount, he grabbed your arm, pulling you out the door at a brisk pace. “Come on, (Name)-san!”

---

The two of you stopped, panting as you reached the entrance of the girl’s bathroom. 

“Hanako-kun!” You declared, kicking open the door. “If you touch one hair on Nene-senpai—” The sight that greeted you left you speechless. 

Your radish friend knelt with her back towards the mirrors, a hand held to her head with a confused expression on her face. Hanako, on the other hand, sat collapsed across from her, hands clutching at his face.

“Nene-senpai?!” You exclaimed, rushing over to Nene’s side, cupping her cheeks gently. Her amber eyes widened with surprise, a slight flush visible on the apples of her cheeks. 

Kou rushed to Hanako’s side, hauling him up by his collar. “Oi, Hanako! What did you do to Senpai?!” Hanako let out an uncharacterized squeak of surprise, ruby eyes widening.

“Wha-What?” Hanako asked, eyes darting around the room. “Hanako-kun? What do you mean, I—” Before she could finish, Nene interrupted quickly, pulling you to her chest in one smooth motion.

“Hanako-kun! Are you okay? When that apparition came, I was so scared…” She sobbed, but ‘Hanako’ caught a smug glint in ‘Nene’s’ eyes. 

He sighed internally. Why did I even get myself into this?

A few minutes prior…

“Hey, Yashiro.” Nene looked up from her work to give Hanako a look of distrust. “I know that voice, Hanako-kun. Whatever you’re trying to rope me into, it’s not going to happen.” 

Hanako pouted, giving Nene his best look of utter devastation. “You haven’t even heard what I was going to say yet~”

Nene eyed him warily, taking a step back for good measures. Hanako floated a pace closer, amber eyes practically sparkling. “Pleeaase~? Just hear me out.”

The ombre haired girl sighed, lifting a hand to her face. No, Nene. Don’t fall for his tricks— “Fine. I suppose I could listen.” What are you doing? Refuse before he could go on!

“Well…” Hanako trailed off, scratching his cheek sheepishly. “You know about my, uh, fondness for (Name), right?” Nene paused for a second, mind swirling with thoughts. 

This is perfect blackmail material! Hanako-kun, you’re going to regret all those times you teased me about my legs.

She hummed smugly, giving the ghost a knowing smirk. “Oh, it was obvious. Except (Name)-chan seems to always reject you~”

Ouch, she hits hard. Hanako winced, chuckling awkwardly. “About that—” Before he could finish, a thud could be heard by the window. A moment after, the window snapped open, and smoke poured into the room. 

Hanako’s head snapped up, thoughts of you momentarily put off as he drew his knife and summoned Hakujoudai. “Who’s there?!”

No one replied, but the smoke kept creeping towards them. “Yashiro! Don’t breathe in the smoke,” he started, but trailed off when Nene’s unconscious form slumped onto the floor behind him. He cursed under his breath, kneeling down besides her. 

“Yashiro!”

---

Yes. The smoke had caused the two to switch bodies. Which, in turn, translated to the current events to unfold as the real Hanako and fake Nene hugged you closer to her. She even managed to shed a few real tears, hoping you would comfort her the way you usually comforted the real Nene.

“It’s okay,” you murmured, tugging ‘Nene’ forward to give her a hug, to which she responded with another sob. ‘Hanako’ shot a glare at ‘Nene’, which prompted Kou to ask, “Er, Hanako, are you okay?” ‘Hanako’ sighed, annoyed at having to act like the annoying, and on top of that, perverted spirit. 

“I’m fine,” he replied flatly. He scowled, debating whether he should bail out on the apparition, until a sudden idea popped up in his mind. It was now ‘Hanako’s’ turn to smirk. 

“Hey, Yashiro,” ‘Hanako’ started, strolling towards the two still embracing on the floor. “You’ve been clinging to (Name) for quite a while now~” he made sure to add the little sing-song tone Hanako often used when teasing them. 

‘Nene’ gave him a glare to which he responded with a smug smirk. Have a taste of your own medicine, Hanako-kun!

You stood up, ignoring ‘Hanako’s’ comment and giving your friend an encouraging smile. “Just ignore him, Nene-senpai.” 

‘Nene’ nodded, still half-glaring at her real body. 

Gotta step up your game, Hanako-kun. The real Nene thought, sticking out her tongue at ‘Nene’. 

‘Nene’ gave ‘Hanako’ a forced smile and casually pinned you against the wall, effectively trapping (and confusing) you. She twirled a strand of her long, cream colored hair around a finger while her other hands kept yours against the wall.

“Ne, (Name)-chan,” she started, giving you a look that can only be described as sultry. “Don’t you think my lips are a little dry today~?”

You gave her a look of confusion, eyeing the hand trapping your wrists above you. “Um, I guess? They do look a little chapped.”

The amber-eyed girl leaned closer to you, lips dangerously close to your own. “Why don’t you help me moisturize them a bit?” She purred. 

‘Hanako’ sidled up beside you, slipping a finger under your chin and bringing it towards him, ruby eyes gazing into yours under half-lidded eyes. “Now, now, Yashiro,” he purred, “Don’t be such a dirty radish~”

Internally, the real Nene cringed at her own words. I can’t believe I just said that about myself. But her determination to outdo Hanako in this contest of… whatever this was overwhelmed her sense of shame and embarrassment. 

In the real Hanako’s mind, he was currently cursing Nene, glaring at her the best he could while still maintaining the mood.

Meanwhile, Kou stared at the trio from his position by the door. He stared, not exactly sure what he was looking at. He decided to speak out, seeing the evident confusion and discomfort on your face. 

“Uh, Hanako, Senpai. I think (Name)-san needs her space.” Nene, remembering that she was currently supposed to be Hanako, spoke up, waving a hand dismissively and trying her best to make Hanako look bad when they returned to their real bodies. “Butt out, kid. Can’t you see I’m trying to tease my dear little (Name)-chan here?” 

‘Nene’ pulled you away from ‘Hanako’, wrapping her arms smugly around your form and resting her chin on your shoulder. “Stay away from (Name)-chan, you pervert!”

The real Nene irked, eye twitching at how hypocritical this was. You’re the real pervert here!

Instead, he pouted, grabbing one of your hands and placing a soft kiss on the back of it. “I’m the pervert? Says the naughty radish with the wandering h-a-n-d-s~”

Sure enough, one of ‘Nene’s’ hands had wandered up right below your chest. Blushing bright red, you struggled out of the amber-eyed girl’s arms, spinning around to face them.

“What is wrong with you today, Senpai?” You asked, arms held protectively over your chest area. ‘Nene’ shrugged, sliding her hands into her skirt pockets. “Whatever do you mean, (Name)-chan?”

You squinted at her cautiously. It was still Nene’s sweet voice and her small frame, yet somehow, she managed to pin you to a wall with seemingly no effort. Processing the information, your heart jumped and your flaming scarlet cheeks darkened a tone. 

Arms surrounded you gently and you were pulled into yet another embrace, although this time it was more warm and friendly than flirtatious. Hanako’s voice whispered by your left ear, “I’ll protect you, (Name)-chan.”

As much as Nene had wanted it to sound like she was Hanako, she also genuinely wanted to protect you from getting hurt, so her words had no qualities of playfulness to them.

You gazed back at her as she said those words, eyes glistening and lips slightly agape. “Hanako-kun…”

‘Nene’ gritted her teeth. She wanted to shout at the real Nene, to remind her, you’re supposed to be helping me. But with the starstruck look you had in your eyes, the real Hanako felt a sinking sensation in his stomach. He wanted you to look at him like that, not Yashiro in his body!

‘Nene’ slowly relaxed her jaws, letting her pursed lips melt into a dark smirk. 

“If you’re so determined to brand me as the villain…” She started towards the two, honey toned eyes darkening, “Then, I’ll play the role of the bad boy~”

Shoving you onto the bathroom floor, she smirked at your widened eyes and once again pinned your wrists to the floor, successfully straddling you. 

“Ne-Nene-senpai—” Holding her finger to your lips, she shushed you. Despite that, you continued to speak, panic evident in your dilated pupils, “What are you doing?!”

‘Nene’ narrowed her eyes, reaching out to swipe her thumb across your bottom lip.

“Shhhh, (Name)-chan,” she murmured, leaning down closer to you, long hair brushing your cheeks. “If you can’t learn to be quiet, then maybe I’ll have to seal your lips for you~”

Closing the distance between the two of you, her lips brushed against yours.

Right before Kou hauled her up by the collar of her uniform. “S-Senpai. I don't know what's wrong with you today, but that’s enough.”

Having been discovered, Hanako tried to play it cool. “Kou-kun?” He used Nene’s large, watery ruby eyes to his advantage, watching as the blonde exorcist’s face turned red as he released the apparition.

Sitting up from the floor, you groaned, wiping a hand over your face. “Wow, Hanako-kun. I knew you were a pervert but I never thought you’d actually take it that far.” 

Kou’s eyes widened. “That’s Hanako?” He asked, jabbing a finger at Nene’s form. You nodded, dusting off your skirt as you stood up to stand beside the real Nene, who was currently residing in Hanako’s body. 

The blue-eyed boy once again plucked ‘Nene’ up from her position on the floor. “Wait. You’re Hanako?!” ‘Nene’ stuck out her tongue at him, rolling her amber eyes at him mockingly. “You’re stupid to not have noticed earlier, kid.” 

Kou froze, looking over at ‘Hanako’ who gave him a sheepish wave. “So… That’s really Senpai?” You once again gave a nod of confirmation, slightly sullen. The real Nene gave you a comforting pat on the back. 

“That means… you blackmailed Senpai into helping you harass (Name)-chan!”

Just as the blonde exorcist finished his declaration, a puff of smoke surrounded the two, and moments later, Kou held not Nene, but Hanako by the scruff of his black gakuran. 

Before anyone could say anything, Nene clutched at her cheeks with a sudden gasp, eyes shining with panic. “Ah, Hanako-kun!” She cried, sending a deadly glare towards the amber-eyed ghost. “You almost stole my first kiss!”

At her accusation, Kou released Hanako, who dropped to the floor with a wince, also giving the toilet ghost a disapproving glare. “Explain yourself, Hanako.”

Hanako shrugged lightly, floating up to face the three of you. “Weeelllll,” he drawled, edging closer to you.

You shot him an unimpressed look, but didn’t move away as Hanako latched on to your shoulders, hiding behind you like a nervous child. “It’s fine Kou, I don’t really mind what he did.”

Hanako froze, eyes widening. You didn’t mind his obvious attempt to kiss you? Does that mean- Could that mean-? Your stern voice brought him back to his senses. “But you do have to apologize to Nene-senpai for dragging her into this.”

Sulleningly, the black-haired ghost crept out from behind you, pouting a little. “Sorry, Yashiro~” The cream-haired girl sighed, but acknowledged the apology with a nod.

The four of you were quiet for a few seconds after that, content with the comfortable silence. 

Until Hanako’s arm curled around you, pulling you closer to him while simultaneously pulling off his hat in front of your face to prevent Kou and Nene from seeing anything.

And finally, his cold, but soft lips caressed yours, in a kiss that had been long awaited by the both of you.

#hanako x reader #slight #yashiro nene x reader #amane yugi x reader #jibaku shonen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #kou minamoto #hanako kun #yashiro nene

[blueeyedheizer]

positive - warren worthington III x reader

WARNINGS: pregnancy? is that a warning? mentions of abuse

A/N: This have been sitting in my drafts for 2776 years, but I finally kicked my own ass and finished it! the ending isn't the best tho, sorry :/ Also i'm not sure if i'll keep writing for Ben's characters. I'll see, hopefully his upcoming projects will make me want to write for him again! *cough cough* the voyeurs

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Positive.

Your heart started pounding in your chest and your hand came to rest on your forehead as the word resonated again and again in your head. You couldn't take your eyes off the pregnancy test in your hands, hoping the little positive sign would by some miracle, turn into a negative one. Your breathing was getting heavier and shaky as you started pacing around the bathroom, trying to process what had just happened.

After throwing up twice this morning, which was the seventh time since the beginning of the week, it was clear to you that something was wrong and as much as you hated it, the possibility of you being pregnant was high. You were almost three weeks late, and the morning sickness, nausea and lack of appetite were clear signs.

Your hand instinctively went on your tummy and you opened a drawer on your left, grabbing the second pregnancy test that you had bought just in case. You unwrapped it with shaky hands and repeated the process again before sitting on the edge of the bathtub, your legs bouncing in anxiety. You buried your head in your hands as you silently prayed that the first results were wrong.

Your head shot up at the sound of your phone buzzing, indicating that the 5 minutes were over. You could feel the tears well up in your eyes as two small red lines appeared on the stick, indicating the same result. Your heart was beating so rapidly you felt like you could pass out any moment. Looking away, you let the pregnancy test fall to the ground and got up, quickly grabbing the bathroom sink firmly with both hands as your head started spinning. Your eyes were closed shut as you tried to fight back the tears and regulate your breathing. Your mind was racing, a million thoughts running through it.

Warren and you never really spoke about the possibility of having a family, but you knew for sure he would be against it. Warren grew up in a home where he was constantly told by his parents that he wasn't good enough, that they wished he'd never exist. That he was a monster. So you knew that the thought of becoming a parent himself would absolutely terrify him and you would be lying if you said you weren't scared of his reaction. Before the two of you started dating, you could tell he was terrified by love. He had convinced himself that no one would ever love him, that he wasn't worth loving. That his wings were monstruous, and that the world would be better off without him. His parents' words were constantly running through his head.

''Y/N?'' you heard Ororo call from the other side of the door. ''You've been in there forever. Is everything okay ?''

''Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just give me a minute.'' You cursed to yourself as you poured water to your face, trying to get yourself to stop crying. When Ororo didn't answer, you thought she had left so you allowed a sob to come out of your mouth. But a few seconds later you were startled by the sound of her voice and your heart started racing.

''Y/N, I'm coming in.''

''No ! Ororo, I'm fine, I just need-''

''Y/N if you dont open this door right now, I'll do it myself.'' she continued, her voice filled with worry. You sighed and let your head fall down, finally giving in.

''Fine.'' slowly and reluctantly, you took a step towards the door, unlocking it. As soon as you opened it, Ororo rushed inside and grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to look at her.

''What's going on, Y/N ? Did anyone hurt you? I swear to god, if Warren-'' she suddenly stopped, going completely silent when her eyes spotted the pregnancy test on the floor behind you. Her jaw dropped and her hands slid off your shoulders in shock. ''Is that— are you... ?''

You nodded with your head down as more tears brimmed in your eyes.

''Y/N, this...this is amazing'' she exclaimed, a small smile making its way on her face.

''No.'' you choked out. ''No, it's not.'' Ororo furrowed her eyebrows as her hands reached for your own, squeezing them slightly. ''I can't- I can't be a mom, Ororo. And Warren, he...I know he doesn't want to be a dad. And I'll get kicked out, I just know it—" You started rambling but she cut you off.

''Hey, hey, Y/N, calm down. No one's gonna kick you out, do you hear me? We are your family, and this is your home.'' she spoke, her eyes searching for yours.

Before you could respond, you heard a voice call your name. Ororo could clearly see the panic that had settled in your eyes, causing her to hold your hands tighter.

''I- I can't- I can't do this Ororo, I can't tell him.'' you sobbed and she shook her head, moving her right hand to your cheek.

''You have to, Y/N. He knows you've been sick for the last couple of days, and you won't be able to hide it from him forever.''

You quickly wiped your tears with the back of your hands and took a deep, shaky breath as Ororo squeezed your hands again, whispering that she'll always be there for you, no matter what happens. You thank her and she leaves the room, offering you a small smile on her way out. A few seconds later, Warren appeared in the doorway and you quickly wiped your cheeks with your sleeve.

''Y/N? love, what's wrong ?'' he asked, his voice filled with worry as he took a step closer to you.

''I need you to promise that you won't get mad.'' you pleaded as more tears streamed down your cheeks.

''What- Y/N, I don't get it. Why would I get mad, what's going on?'' he cupped your cheeks and you leaned into his touch. You hands came up to grab his wrists and you took a deep breath.

''Please, just...just promise me.''

''Of course, Y/N. I promise.''

''I'm pregnant.'' you finally blurted out, your voice shaking. Warren's face went pale the second the words left your mouth. He stood there in shock, not knowing what to say. After a few seconds, a small, barely audible ''what ?'' slipped past his lips and his hand slid off your cheek. You bit your lips, looking down at your feet. When warren turned around, you thought he was going to leave the room, but instead he started pacing back and forth, rubbing his hands on his face and gripping at his hair while doing so. He was breathing heavily.

''Warren, please... Please say something.'' you begged, desperation in your voice as a sob threatened to escape the back of your throat. He suddenly stopped walking and turned over to meet your gaze.

"I can't. I can't Y/N, you know i'll never be a good father. I just can't do this." he choked out, tears welling up in his eyes. "What if— What I hurt him, or her? God I couldn't live with myself if I hurt our child." Noticing the tears in his eyes you walked over to him, trying to fight back your own as you placed a hand on his cheek.

"Warren..." you paused, now cupping his cheeks with both hands. A single tear fell down your cheek as your eyes searched for his. "You are not your parents. You're good, and kind. And I know you could never hurt our child in any way, shape or form." you assured him, lifting his chin up with your index finger when he refused to look at you. He stayed silent for a moment, only both of your small hiccups filling the room, until Warren spoke up.

"Do you want to keep it?" he asked in a whisper, his forehead resting against yours. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply before nodding slowly.

"Yeah...yeah, I do."

Warren bit his bottom lip and eventually cracked a smile as more tears pricked his eyes, one hand moving to stroke your cheek gently. "You're going to be such an amazing mother." You chuckled softly, feeling a huge weight being lifted off your shoulder. You nodded before closing the gap between you, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

"I love you, War. And I believe in you. Always have, always will. You're going to be the best father this child could ever ask for."

#ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #warren x reader #warren worthington iii x reader #warren worthington x reader #fanfic #warren #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy smut #warren worthington imagine #warren worthington iii imagine #xmen x reader #blueeyedben

[spidercakes]

ABO Just The Tip prompt: Omega!Peter is a very late bloomer. Neither he nor Tony realize Peter’s going into heat until it’s too late. They both tell themselves they won’t fuck. But touching leads leads to fingering, leads to Tony taking out his cock and rubbing it over Peter’s hole, leads to them both agreeing he’ll just put in the tip because Peter needs it, leads to “just a little more” because they both need it, leads to Tony promising himself he’ll pull out before he knots... 1/2

(2/2) But Peter is pouring out pheromones and slick, and Tony’s knot is getting bigger, and they can’t make themselves stop. Basically, I found so much about your recent “just the tip” fic mind-meltingly hot. Like, damn. But dark, manipulative characters are a squick for me (purely personal preference, no shame). So I would love to see similar elements, but in a fic with loving, protective Tony, and them both being too horny to control themselves. If that doesn't grab you tho, no worries.

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Interestingly I don’t usually like dark manipulative characters either, at least not when writing. But the trope that way just caught me. That said don’t ever be afraid to essentially ask for a less rapey version of something I’ve already written- no shame in that either and I loved your idea! Loved it enough that I pretty much had to write it right away lol.

Warnings: abo, sort of dub con with the whole heat thing but only on principal.

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Fuck it’s hard to concentrate when Peter’s in his lap grinding down on him like that. “What’s gotten into you, baby?” he asks, hands skating up and down Peter’s sides. He’s wearing a crop top and a skirt and the look of it makes Tony’s mouth water. Also makes him want to reach under Peter’s skirt and touch him, see what kind of panties he’s wearing or if he’s wearing any at all.

Peter reaches out and grabs his wrist, guiding his hand and it’s like Peter can hear what he’s thinking as he places Tony’s hand on his ass. “Touch me,” Peter tells him.

Tony squeezes his ass, grinning as Peter’s head falls back and he moans. “Touch my hole,” he says breathlessly, quickly reaching back and pushing Tony’s hand under his skirt. 

Fuck that’s a sight to see and, “baby, are you even wearing panties?” he asks. Peter shakes his head and bites his lip.

“Didn’t want anything to get in our way. Why, do you like panties?” he asks.

Something about this strikes him as off, Peter’s been all over him all day but he’ll fully admit that he’s selfish, he likes the attention. He likes Peter panting and moaning in his lap more, especially when Peter shifts his hips into Tony’s. “Panties, no panties, doesn’t matter to me. Whatever you think makes your sweet little ass look good,” Tony tells him, squeezing his ass and rocking him forward.

Peter giggles as he falls into Tony’s chest. “Come on baby, touch me,” Peter tells him.

He reaches out, prepared to tease at Peter’s hole, see if he’s as wet as Tony thinks he is but he holds off. “Shh baby it’s not like that. Just... on your back, I wanna see you,” Tony tells him. Peter rolls himself right onto his back and immediately spreads his legs for Tony. He nearly chokes as he leans forward, spreading Peter’s legs wider. “Fuck look at your pretty hole. Look so wet for me baby, like you’re close to dripping.” His slick wets his inner thighs too and Tony’s cock jumps at the sight.

“Feel me and find out,” Peter says, tilting his hips up in invitation.

There’s no way Tony is turning that down, no one would turn Peter like this. “You sure? You’re moving pretty fast on me baby,” he tells Peter, leaning in to kiss him and that’s when he smells it. He’s been smelling it all day but not this strong. “Peter, you’re going into heat,” he murmurs.

Peter frowns, “no I’m not, I’ve never even gone into heat. You know that,” Peter says, tugging at one of Tony’s hands.

“I can smell it baby, you’re going into heat. You want me to go?” he asks, brushing a curl off Peter’s forehead.

That results in immediate alarm on Peter’s part. “No baby, please stay. It’s okay, we won’t do much, just what we normally do,” he murmurs as he pulls Tony in. “Now please feel me, you know how sensitive my hole is.”

Yeah, he does and Peter will get so wet for him if he’s going into heat. The thought alone has him aching to get out of his jeans but he doesn’t, not yet. He reaches out and brushes his fingers along Peter’s hole instead, testing the waters to make sure Peter’s okay with it. Peter whines, pressing into it a little. Tony wonders how open wide Peter would stretch, how many fingers he can take at once but he holds back. This is new to Peter and not exactly old news for him. He’s only been with an omega in heat once and he doubts she’ll be as good as Peter.

“So wet for me baby, look at your slick,” he murmurs, teasing at Peter’s hole, brushing his fingers over it softly, enough to catch the rim but not go in.

Peter moans, “Tony, put a finger in me,” Peter tells him.

“Baby, thought you wanted to take it slow-” Tony starts but Peter cuts him off.

“Tony I need it, gotta feel something in me, stretch out over something,” Peter says, squirming underneath him a little.

“I’ve never fingered you before,” he says, knowing there’s a reason why that’s relevant but he can’t remember why.

“I finger myself every night baby it’s okay. Just finger me hmm, put in two fingers and scissor them, stretch me good,” Peter instructs.

Fuck, Peter has never talked to him like that before and it takes willpower to hold back. “You’re gunna need more than that soon, baby. Do you have toys?”

Peter huffs and pulls at his hand, giving him an annoyed look so he shakes his head and looks back down at his pretty little omega nice and splayed for him. To make things better he’s practically begging for it and Tony whines a little because he wants to, he wants, but this is all new to Peter and right, yeah. Taking it slow, now he remembers. But Peter has needs at the moment so he follows his instructions and slides two fingers in easy, pulling them apart to stretch Peter out.

The last thing he expects is for Peter to damn near howl as his back arches off the bed. “Oh my god Tony more, please, please, please fuck me with your fingers baby please, I need it,” Peter begs him, hips pressing back into his hand almost desperately as he seeks relief. Tony shifts, changing his position so he can get a better angle and slowly teases at Peter, dragging his fingers in and out while Peter pants softly.

“Faster,” Peter tells him, reaching down to try and guide his wrist but the angle is too off for him to manage. Tony isn’t a total ass though, and Peter looks delicious with his legs spread wide so he can fuck into him with his fingers so he picks up the pace, enjoying the view as Peter’s hole clenches over his fingers. Peter moans loudly, his name dropping from Peter’s lips softly as he grips the sheets on either side of him. Peter’s panting slows and he twists a little, whining. “Tony its not enough, I need more, please.”

He knows Peter needs more, will need more for the better part of the week so he sighs. “Baby you need a toy,” Tony murmurs, “need something to fill you up.”

“You can do it,” Peter tells him, “need an alpha anyway and I know you want to.”

Of course he fucking wants to, has since he walked into a wall when he first saw Peter. But this isn’t so much about what he wants, its about what Peter needs. “Peter,” Tony says but he can’t bring himself to say more, the words stick in his throat as he looks over Peter, sees how desperate he is spread out under him and its so hard, so hard to resist-

“Don’t need to go all the way Tony, just a little bit, just... rub against me, let me feel it, please,” Peter says, reaching out to him. Tony catches his hand before it reaches him and leans in, kissing him softly.

“You sure?” he asks, voice sounding almost distant from himself. Peter nods and Tony whines, “baby I don’t know if I can hold back, you smell really good and you feel-” he stops talking, curling his fingers in Peter instead, earning a sharp moan out of his baby.

“Tony I don’t fucking care I need you, do whatever you want,” Peter tells him. Its the heat talking, Tony knows its the heat but he’s only got so much self control.

“Just a little,” Tony murmurs, “just to calm you down some.” Peter nods enthusiastically, pulling at Tony’s shirt to draw him closer. Tony pries Peter’s fingers off the material, grinning when Peter whines at him, and fumbles with his jeans for a moment. He doesn’t have the patience to take them off so he just pulls himself out and rubs his cock against Peter’s hole.

He lets out a chocked out moan, eyes rolling back a little as Peter’s slick wets his head. “Fuck, baby,” he whispers as he presses gently at his hole, not pushing in too much, just enough to spread him out a little.

Peter whines under him, eyes wet and fingers clenched in his sheets. “Tony put it in a little more, yeah, like that,” Peter murmurs as he presses the head in.

Tony feels little jolts of pleasure as he presses in and out, keeping it shallow and fuck Peter feels good, so good, slick everywhere and it hurts not pressing in more. “Peter,” Tony tells hm, breath heavy in his ear, “baby I need more, need to be inside you please Peter please I have to feel it, s’not enough right now Peter,” he murmurs, voice almost cracking he’s so desperate.

Peter’s arms pet up his sides and back down, “oh poor baby, you need more?” he asks and Tony shakes his head, letting out a soft ‘mhm.’ Peter kisses him softly, “been so good to me so far baby, you can have a little more,” he says.

He lets out a sigh of relief and fucks into him a little deeper, just a little. Peter jerks underneath him, hips tilting to take more of him in and Tony moans. “Fuck baby you feel amazing, so good,” he murmurs, putting a hand on Peter’s hip to still his movement. “Just a little,” Tony reminds him, reminds himself. Just a little.

He doesn’t expect Peter to wrap his legs around him, pushing him in fully and that’s it, that’s Tony’s last straw. He fucks into Peter hard and fast, nosing at the side of his neck and gasping as Peter clenches around him, slick dripping out onto him and the sounds. “Yes Tony, that’s it, fuck me exactly like that you’re so good, so fucking good baby oh my god,” Peter moans, clinging to him as he presses Peter hard into the mattress.

He can feel his knot swelling already and Peter’s slick feels fucking amazing on it, making it swell up larger quickly and Tony whines. “Peter baby can you feel my knot?” he asks. He licks a stripe up Peter’s neck and moans loud when Peter clenches hard over him, working his knot just the right way and fuck, fuck- “baby I need to pull out now if you don’t want me to knot you, you feel way too fucking good, god you drive me fucking wild oh.” He grinds into Peter’s ass, whining again when Peter’s legs circle around him, encouraging him to keep going and shit. 

“Baby m’gunna knot,” he tells Peter, fucking into Peter fast, face buried in his neck.

“Do it, please Tony I need to feel you, need you to fill me up with that knot. Feels so good inside me stretching me out like that and fuck baby I can feel it throbbing, can feel how much you need me baby, how much you need my pretty little hole,” Peter murmurs, damn near babbling with it and Tony can’t, he just can’t do it, he has to knot him, has to lock him in it feels too good not to and Peter wants it, Tony can feel it and Peter is begging for it.

He slides both of his hands down to Peter’s hips, pinning them in his grip as he fucks into Peter one last time, knot filling fast. Peter throws his head back and moans loudly, cumming hard over his pretty pink skirt that’s now ridden up past his hips. “Oh my god Tony, oh fuck,” Peter says, mewling softly as Tony rearranges them, lifting Peter as he turns onto his back so Peter can settle on his chest and relax. Peter makes soft, pretty noises as Tony does it, letting himself be manhandled into his new position as Tony lays back. He pets Peter softly, running his fingers up and down Peter’s sides as he relaxes.

“You okay?” he asks after a few moments.

Peter lets out a soft, contented sigh. “Mhm,” he murmurs.

Tony laughs, “baby, I need more than that. You okay?”

Peter shifts, propping his head up on his arm. “That was really good,” Peter tells him. “And I think I might need you to stick around for the next couple days.”

#tony stark x peter parker #starker #alternate universe #fanfiction #abo fanfic #nff

[babbling-idiot]

Have power over me

Milton Dammers x reader

Request: non

Warning: NSFW, masturbation and mentions of fem-dom kink and that's it!

(So this idea came to me not long ago and I wanted to try my hand in writing something smutty-ish so that I'll start to become more comfortable writing it, there is no actual smut but the warningskinda give you a hint. Also this is milton, I kinda gave him a different demeanor in this so yeah, enjoy!)

Today milton had been distant and a little off. If that made sense. He had been avoiding you all day, he even went out of his way to go to a different part of the building for hours. It was infuriating. Did you you do something? Was he upset with you? What the hell was the matter? He never once told you and never once talked to you all morning. Which was unusual, you were best friends and this was something you did every morning together. What was the deal?

Even now, he was still ignoring you and was making copies in one of the back rooms all alone, so you took this as an advantage and went to confront him. When you entered he turned and immediately was scrambling to get all his papers. Before he could even get two feet the door was closed and locked. "Alright milton! This little game your playing with me, is not fun! I would like to talk to you and spend time with you when I get break but you are being, and I hate to say this cause I've never once said something like this to you but you are being an asshole! What did I do? Did i upset you, did I do something wrong, if so you need to tell me! I'm not a mind reader mil'!" He says nothing but hangs his head in defeat knowing that he has to tell you, confess the reason for ignoring you. He slowly makes his way over to one of the chairs at the small table in the center of the room. "I....I am so sorry I gave you the idea that I was angry or upset with you. I'm not, I'm not angry just....confused and trying to figure out stuff..." he says quietly like a kid being lectured. You tilt your head in confusion. "I dont understand, your not mad, but your confused? About what? Whatever it is you don't have to keep it to yourself, I'm here for you. Anything, you need to talk or vent im here for you, no matter what." You say sitting next to him "That's the thing y/n, I'm afraid to tell you. You've always been so kind, caring, supportive no matter what and im just afraid after I tell you your going to leave me." He says with teary eyes. You shake your head scooting closer while putting a hand on his shoulder and slightly squeezing it "Milton that's impossible. I'm never gonna leave you, your my friend. Your my best friend and a friend is supposed to be supportive and caring no matter what." He sighs and swallows his breath "Ok, well y/n, I dont know how to say this, but you know how when I was undercover with all this cults?" "Yeah..." you say not knowing where this was going "Well I was this one cults sex slave for a long period of time and they would often use me for there own release. Well when I had finally got taken out, back to the normal world, I would often find myself wanting that. Not the want to go back, but the feeling of someone having power over me. To use me....but dont think I dont want them to love me and care for me. I still want that, I just often tend to have my mind drift to those thoughts." He says avoiding eye contact "So what your saying is that, when you were a sex slave that the thoughts of someone having power, controlling you and using you, make you want that again? Like a regular relationship but your partner to be the one in control, correct?" He nods his head "Ok well milton, tho your reasoning behind your kink, which is what that is, i would say it's normal, but the reasoning is odd but having a kink is nothing to be ashamed of. Alot of people have that same kink. I mean I'm no special gem but I have my own." "Yeah, but there is one problem..." "Oh and what is that?" "I want to share it, with you.." At this you stared at him shocked, no way milton, the one guy you've liked since you came here would want you, in that way. "You want to share your kink with me, like.....I'm sorry I dont know what you mean?" "I want you, I want you to be the one who has power over me. I want to be with you." He says like hes desperate. "Ok but, I want you to know that if you want this, and truly want me there has to be rules. Are you ok with that?" "Yes!" He nods vigorously "Alright, how about after work we can hangout and talk about it, sound good?" You say standing up in front of him, instantly hes looking up at you through lidded eyes, mouth slightly open "Ok..." and so from that moment on, milton was on edge.

He had finally confessed his deepest secret to you and now you were agreeing to his request. Now he waited outside for you. Checking the watch on his wrist more than enough times to count. When you finally exited the building he was by your side, stuck to you like a lost puppy. "Well where would you rather go? My house or yours?" "I-i dont have a house here, I stay at the hotel." "Alright well my house it is then. Also i would've liked a straight answer, but we'll work on that." You say sending him a smirk and continued your path to your vehicle.

Not even a quarter of the way to your house, milton was already moving awkwardly in his seat. He was lifting himself off the seat and moving into what he hoped was a more comfortable spot, but it only added more fuel to the fire burning in his pants. You could see the obvious tent in his pants and the way he was squeezing his legs together. You didnt want to make him uncomfortable, but the way he was moving and the slight sound of whimpers falling from his lips was enough to make your own arousal appear. Slowly you reached your hand over to where he sat, placing it upon his thigh. His breath hitched and his breathing increased. Every now and then you inch your hand closer to where he wanted you most. Making it fairly clear that your intent was to tease him.

When you were almost to your home your hand had already made it to his crotch. Every now and then he would rut up into your hand and you tsk at him and would take your hand away. He whine at this and instantly is back to whimpering "Please! Please y/n, touch me, I need it!" He says through pants. "Now milton, I appreciate that you asked nicely but you'll have to wait till we get home. Can you do that?" You say keeping your eyes trained on the road "I don't know! I'm so hard it hurts!" He says before your hand is back to his pants but this time in them. You unbuckle, and unbutton them, shoving aside his underwear so your hand could wrap around his cock. He indeed was hard, the tip a hot purple and already oozing precum. His breathing became erratic and labored, his face was almost red. You were sure if you kept your hand on him any longer he would cum. He could say it was something he wanted, needed and would beg if he need to to have it. "If you want it so bad milton, then fuck yourself into my hand. I want you to cum all over." You say as he moans out loud, he begins at a decent pace as he ruts himself in and out of your palm. Right when your driveway makes it into your view, that's when you feel him twitch and he starts to cum all over your hand and his shirt. You wipe your hand off on his shirt. You take a second d to look at him, his breathing was semi normal but you could tell he was tired. You smirk as you put the car into park. You turn toward him, taking his jaw in your hand "Do you think for a second that I'm even close to being finished with you? If so, you thought wrongs, now come on!" You say getting out, hes out when you are and is following you in. This should be a night milton will remember for a long time.

(So this is kinda stepping out of my comfort zone to do this, I hope this is good!!🤞🤞 also please do know that this does not mean I will write smut now, I still do it the Headcanon way. I hope you enjoyed! Have a great day and stay safe out in the world!)

[lostinthewiind]

First of all, THAT BULL SMUT STORY? DAAAAMN, THIS IS SOME HOT SHIT HONEY! I looove it! So, may it possible if I request another one with our friendly giant? Just if you have time and some ideas! Have a good das!🤗💕

So glad you liked that Bull SeXy TiMe :) (even tho it was ages ago hahaha I’m so backed up with requests)

I’ve been having some Bull feels lately so here is another cute little fic with our friendly giant (I didn’t do sexy time tho so I hope that’s okay - I do have a smutty Bull fic in mind that I will hopefully write soon tho, so stay tuned for that)

SONG: Lost Without You - Freya Ridings

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Lost Without You

Pulling at your fingers, you hoped beyond hope that the meaningless task would distract your mind. It didn’t. It did no such thing. If anything, it made you worry even more. “You’re pulling at your fingers again” Bull would have told you if he were there, but he wasn’t, and that was the problem.

The other guys had had to forcefully remove you from Nuenen when the word that Bull was missing had spread. You wanted to stay and look for him, refusing to leave in case he was bleeding out somewhere, in need of help, but the angry wall of Nazi’s rushing toward you and Bill Guarnere physically throwing you into the back of the truck was enough to keep you from continuing your search.

So now you stood in the middle of a field, pacing back and forth, pulling at your fingers, hoping that Bull’s large frame would walk over the crest of the hill at any moment.

From the minute you met Denver “Bull” Randleman, he was one of your best friends. He never, not even once, participated in teasing you like the others guys did and ever since the first drop into Normandy after D-day he would always check on you after every mission. 

He was your rock and now he was missing, possibly even dead, and all you could do was pace. You felt beyond useless. 

“Come on, guys!” Hoobler waved for a few of the guys to follow him. Soon, a small group of about five men walked past, rifles in hand and determination on their faces.

“Where are you going?” you approached them, curious. 

“We’re going after Bull,” Garcia, one of Bull’s replacements said. “Wanna come?”

You did, you really did, but you knew as one of the company medics that it would be reckless of you to go off on an unauthorized rescue mission. What if something happened while you were away? What if someone died?

Then you remembered that Bull could be dying, and technically speaking, as a medic, it was your job to keep as many men alive as possible. You knew Bull would break the rules for you if the roles were reversed, so in a split second, you made your decision.

“Yes.” you nodded. “Just give me a minute to grab my gear. If he’s hurt I want to be able to help him as soon as we find him.”

After retrieving your medic bag, you joined back up with the small search party and along with Hoobler, Garcia, Webster, Hashey, and Cobb, you ventured off into the night in the direction of Nuenen. 

The six of you travelled in the ditches along the side of the road, moving slowly and stopping occasionally as a German patrol or vehicle passed by on the road above. 

Every step you took made you even more painfully aware that you were one step closer to possibly finding Bull’s dead body somewhere. As much as you tried to push that thought out of your head, it kept coming back. You didn’t want to think about it, but it was a possibility, and you had to be prepared for that. 

By the time the morning sun had begun to rise the search party still hadn’t made it to Nuenen. With all of the delays and direction changes to avoid being spotted, the trip ended up taking far longer than it was supposed to, even on foot.

“I think we’re almost there.” Webster breathed, taking the lead. “But we’ve lost the cover of night so this rescue mission might have just turned into a suicide mission.”

“We still have to try.” you huffed. “We’ve come this far. We have to at least try.”

Before anyone had the chance to say anything else, the familiar sound of an engine rattled in the distance and everyone dropped to their stomachs, hoping the people in the vehicle coming around the bend in the road wouldn’t notice them in the ditch.

As the jeep got closer, however, you realized that it wasn’t a German vehicle. It was American.

Standing up tall, Hoobler held his gun above his head to signal he was friendly and not an enemy. Spotting the group of Paratroopers, the jeep driver pulled over to the side of the road. That was when it became clear that the driver wasn’t alone. There was someone sitting in the passenger’s seat, and that someone was Bull Randleman.

A wide smile spread across your face and you rushed over to the vehicle. You were about to throw your arms around Bull’s neck and hug him tight, but at the last second, you decided against it; not with all the other guys around. 

“We were just coming to find you.” you panted, exhausted from your long night. “But looks like you didn’t need us at all.”

“I got bored and decided to rescue myself.” Bull chuckled before scooting over and patting the spot beside him. “Come on. All of you, hop on.”

After you slid in next to Bull and the rest of the men had piled into the small vehicle, the driver took off down the road again. Throwing an arm around your shoulders, Bull smiled down at you. 

After returning to camp and allowing Bull to have his heartfelt reunion with the men, you took him aside to inspect his wound. You were ecstatic that he didn’t seem to have suffered any other injuries besides the piece of tank shrapnel in his shoulder, and the wound even looked like it had been treated already.

“My techniques are rubbing off on you.” you chuckled as you cleaned out the wound. “This looks pretty good already.”

Bull only smiled. He wasn’t too keen on sharing what had happened during his night in Nuenen. He was just happy to be back with you and the company again. “So you really came lookin’ for me, huh?” he changed the topic.

“We did.” you lowered your voice to a whisper. “I broke the rules for you.”

Bull chuckled. “Well, I appreciate it, Darlin’.”

“You would have done the same thing for me,” you told him. “I just wish I could have gotten to you sooner. I shouldn’t have left without you in the first place.”

“Hey, I’m glad you did.” Bull wrapped his large hand around your wrist to get you to look at him. “What kept me going was the knowledge that you were back here with everyone else, safe. Well, you weren’t, you were out lookin’ for my dumb ass, but you were alive at least.” 

You sighed. “I just couldn’t sit around here doing nothing while you were out there. I had to at least try. I can’t do this without you. I’d be lost without you.”

An emotion you had never seen before flashed through Bull’s eyes for a split second. For a moment, his face softened and his intimidating demeanour cracked away. 

“Oh, Darlin’.” his hand moved from your wrist to your cheek. “You are too good for this world.”

You felt tears begin to well your eyes but blinked them away before they could fall. “Just promise me you won’t ever scare me again like that.”

Bull usually didn’t like making promises he wasn’t absolutely positive that he could keep, but for you, he would do anything. If you asked for the moon, he would find a way to get it for you. “I promise,” he said.

“Good.” you nodded. “Now let me finish bandaging up this wound.”

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfiction #band of brothers fic #bull randleman #bull randleman x reader #bull x reader #hbowar #fluff #lostinthewiind #x reader #reader insert #reader imagine

[nastybuckybarnes]

Bodyguard  -  Four

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky X Politician!Reader

Summary: As a young and controversial politician, you face some opposition. After a death threat is made and your security is at risk, you agree to get a bodyguard. You don’t expect him to be the most irritating and attractive man on the planet. With a history so deep and twisted you never thought you’d figure it out, a terrible corporation is determined to take you out of the political picture; using any means necessary. The only question is, how far is James willing to go to ensure your safety?

Warnings: Angst, Violence, threats, injuries, kidnapping, drugging, political talk (not a lot), terrorism (Wait for the plot twist tho guys), Smut, Fluff, PTSD, (More to Come)

Word Count: 2.5K

A/n: okie dokie bro

BASED OFF OF THE NETFLIX ORIGINAL: BODYGUARD TAGLIST IS OPEN MASTERLIST

SERIES MASTERLIST

~*~

You wake up for the first time in months feeling well-rested.

Well-rested, but alone.

The bed is cold and there’s no sign of James anywhere in the room.

The events of the previous day rush into your mind and you find yourself biting your bottom lip, a part of you afraid at why he’s gone when you asked him to stay.

You climb out of the bed and walk into the washroom, doing your morning business and refreshing yourself.

Once you’re clean and feeling more awake, you venture out of the room and into the hallway.

Because of the… excitement yesterday you hardly got a chance to admire the nice house you’re staying in. It’s more modern and… sterile than your own, with white walls and light hardwood floors.

Few decorations are anywhere. A few abstract paintings ever here and there but that’s it.

When you find your way to the kitchen there’s still no sign of your bodyguard anywhere.

Deciding against looking for the man, you start making yourself some tea instead.

“Morning.” You squeal and spin around, staring wide-eyed at the strange man standing right there looking at you.

“I’m Sam Wilson. I’ve been specially chosen by Bucky himself to watch over you while he grabs some stuff for the both of you.” You furrow your brows in confusion, “Bucky?” Sam smacks himself in the forehead.

“Right. I forgot Tin Man has you calling him Sarge instead. Well, James’ nickname is Bucky. But don’t tell him I called him that. I’ll never live it down. I’m supposed to kinda hate him but he knows I’ll have his back if he needs it.” You nod slowly, trying to process this better.

“Is… is it just you here?” You ask hesitantly, not sure how you feel about being alone with this stranger.

“Nope,” a familiar female voice says. Natasha walks in behind Sam, Steve right behind her.

“I’m Captain Rogers, but you can call me Steve. And I’m told you’ve met Agent Romanoff already.” You nod, grateful to see familiar faces.

“How’re you holding up?” Steve asks, smiling gently at you.

“I… I’m okay. I was a little confused when I woke up and James wasn’t here, but then Sam introduced himself. I’m glad you two are here too. Thank you, for all your help yesterday.” He walks towards you and rests a huge hand on your shoulder.

“We’re gonna keep you safe, (Y/n). I swear.” You nod and take a deep breath.

“Would anyone else like some tea?” You ask, realizing that you’re kind of uncomfortable.

“None for me, thanks.” Natasha and Steve say almost simultaneously. Sam purses his lips then shrugs. “I’m more of a coffee man myself. Thanks for the offer though.” You nod and continue making tea for just yourself, trying to ignore the eyes you can feel on your back.

“When did Buck say he’d be back?” Steve suddenly asks. You find yourself listening too intently to Sam’s answer.

“He should be here within the hour. Sweetheart, you’re shaking.” You look down to your hands and they are indeed shaking.

“Chillax, honey. You’re okay.” You can’t help but snort, looking over at Sam. “‘Chillax’? I don’t think I’ve ever heard that word in my life.” Sam chuckles and takes you by the elbow, steering you away from the kitchen and towards the couch.

“How about we make that our secret word. If you’re ever in trouble or anxious or anything, tell me to Chillax and I’ll get you out of whatever situation you’re in.” You smile and nod, taking a few deep breaths.

“Barnes will be back soon and you’ll feel better.” You open your mouth to defend your pride but he cuts you off. “I know that people are more comfortable around their own personal bodyguard instead of strangers. So I get it if you’re nervous and uncomfortable. Barnes has saved your life a few times already and the two of you know each other. Don’t worry about offending us.” You smile gratefully at him and take some deep breaths, looking up as your mug of tea gets placed in front of you.

“Barnes is pulling into the garage. I’m gonna go meet him,” Natasha says, walking away.

~*~

Bucky climbs out of the sleek back car and grabs the bags from the backseat.

“So you and (Y/n)?” He hits his head on the car ceiling then curses. “Jesus Nat!” She stands there with her arms crossed over her chest, looking at him with an unimpressed expression on her face.

“I think you’re getting too attached. And so is she.” He rolls his eyes and grabs the bags.

“You don’t need to worry about my assignment. That’s all this is. She’s in danger and I’m going to keep her safe. Nothing more, nothing less.” Natasha purses her lips and shakes her head. “Just please don’t fuck this up and get her or yourself hurt, okay?” He looks her in the eye for a moment then walks past her and into the house, trying to ignore the way he feels calmer knowing you’re here.

~

When you see him walk through the doorway, you immediately feel calmer despite the little nagging in the back of your mind constantly reminding you that people want you dead.

“Morning James,” You whisper, eyes moving back down to your mug of tea.

“Morning Ma’am.” It’s quiet for a while, awkwardly so, until Natasha clears her throat. “We should get going. We’ll keep in touch.” You bid them goodbye and watch as the three of them exit the room, leaving you alone with James.

“How’d you sleep last night, Ma’am?” You take a breath and look up at him. “I slept well. Thank you.” He nods and looks around for a moment.

“If you don’t mind, Ma’am, I’m gonna go put these in the study. I’ll be right back.” You nod and watch as he brings a few folders full of papers towards the study.

When he returns you’re pacing.

“What’s wrong, Ma’am?” You shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose. “How am I supposed to do my job from a safe house? As long as I’m hiding the terrorists are winning.” He shakes his head and stands in front of you.

“As long as you’re alive and breathing, they’re losing. We need to keep you safe. I’m sure we can figure out a way to have you continue working from here.” You groan and squeeze your eyes shut. “I just want this nightmare to be over with. So long as I’m hiding out I can’t do anything.” He places his right hand on your shoulder and smiles softly at you.

“It’s okay. It’ll all be over soon. The surviving shooters are being interrogated as we speak. As soon as we find out who they are and what they want we can implement proper security measures and you can get back to your regular life.” You take a deep breath and look up into his eyes.

“Thank you, James. For everything.” He shakes his head and looks down for a moment. “Bucky.” You raise your eyebrows in confusion and he chuckles softly. “People close to me call me Bucky.” Your heart flutters at this and you smile gently at him.

“Bucky.”

The two of you spend a few moments looking into each other's eyes, those moments far too intimate to be platonic.

He closes the distance in a heartbeat, his lips smashing against your own in a hot and needy kiss. Your hands find his shoulders and you pull him closer to you, moaning into the kiss.

He grabs your waist and hoists you up, holding you against his body as you wrap your legs around his waist.

The kisses become hotter and needier as he navigates his way to the couch, gently laying you down on your back. You break apart and pant, your eyes staying closed as his fingers begin to peel off your shirt. Sitting up slightly, you help him take the garment off, sighing as his fingers trace over your breasts.

“So beautiful,” he whispers before reattaching his lips to yours.

This kiss is sloppy as the two of you try to take each other's clothes off without being apart for more than a second, but eventually, you manage to strip each other down to nothing.

When you break apart again, you bring your hand up over his shoulder where the metal meets his flesh. You trace over the scarring then press a gentle kiss to the area.

He sighs from above you and looks down at you with adoration.

“Please,” you whisper, taking his flesh hand and leading it down to where you want it.

He groans as he feels how wet you are, leaning down and kissing your lips passionately. “Oh fuck.” Two of his fingers dip into your heat, and you moan lowly, gripping his wrist as he begins thrusting them inside of you. Your hips thrust up and off the couch for a moment, and the man above you chuckles.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” You whimper slightly as he sucks on your neck. “I’m gonna taste this sweet little pussy.” You watch through hooded eyes as he lowers down between your legs, bringing one over his shoulder as he gazes at your exposed cunt, slowing his fingers down.

He holds your gaze while wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking once lightly and relishing in the moan you release. He removes his fingers and replaces it with his tongue, gathering your slick on his tongue and groaning against you.

“You taste so fucking good, baby. So good.” You tangle your fingers in his hair and tug gently, trying to gain more friction.

“Fuck, please. More, please.” He thrusts his fingers back inside of you and flicks your clit with his tongue. “Oh fuck! James!” He moves faster, fucking and sucking in tandem and bringing you over the edge quickly.

He licks his lips and crawls up your body, smiling gently at your dazed look. “You ready for me, sweetheart?” He asks softly, kissing your cheek. You nod, holding onto him as he rubs his cock through your wet folds.

“Perfect,” he mumbles while pushing into your tight cunt.

“Oh God,” you moan, digging your nails into his shoulders. He smiles to himself and starts fucking into you a little bit harder.

You pepper kisses up and down his neck, letting your tongue dart out and taste his skin.

“Oh shit. Fuck, (Y/n).” He pounds into you, Grabbing your hands and fucking into you even harder.

“I’m so close. Fuck, I’m so close James. Please make me cum. Please. Please.” He nods, pulling away to look into your eyes. “Fuck, you feel so good around me baby.” You nod leaning up and kissing his lips as the coil in your belly tightens.

“Oh God! I-I’m gonna cum!” He fucks into you harder, determined to make you cum. And when he does, you see stars.

“Shit! You’re squeezing the life outta my cock!” You moan and grip his shoulders tighter as his thrusts falter. He shoots his load into you and moans against your cheek, kissing you ever now and then as he slowly stops thrusting.

You lie there beneath him, his head against your breasts and your fingers in his hair. “Tell me about her,” you whisper softly, massaging his scalp.

“She… she was my commanding officer. Isabel. We… we were close. So fucking close and I… thought she was the one. She was there for me when I lost my arm and my friends. And then she jumped in front of a bullet for me. Tore right through her stomach. I lost her. She dies in my arms and there… there was nothing I could do about it.” You feel awful for him, knowing how hard it is to lose people you love.

“It’s in the past. I… I know that I can’t change what happened so I just have to live with it.” You continue carding your fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him as he relives a nightmare.

“Everything’s okay though. I have you now.” He looks up at you, a gentle smile on his face. You lean down and kiss the tip of his nose. “Yes, you do have me. And I really don’t want to lose you.” He kisses your left breast and sighs, nuzzling into your skin. “I’m not gonna lose you. And you’re not gonna lose me.”

~*~

He leaves to shower shortly after that, giving you his shirt to wear so you don’t get too cold in his absence.

While he’s gone, you get up and stretch, a smile on your face as you walk around the house, feeling calm.

That feeling leaves however when you take notice of an open file on the kitchen counter. You glance over it, brows furrowing as you read over what it says.

“Baron Strucker… what the Hell?” You flip through it, eyes widening as you read more and more.

“HYDRA? Wh-what is this?” You’re beyond confused as you read more and more of the file, small pieces of the puzzle coming together.

“Wait a minute... “ You grab your secure phone and type something into a google search, a hand coming up to cover your mouth as you read the results.

“(Y/n)?” You turn and look at James as he walks into the room, a towel hanging low on his hips. “What’s wrong?” You set your phone down and walk into his arms, your bottom lip trembling.

“I-it’s them. The ones who killed my dad.” He furrows his brows in confusion. “(Y/n), what do you mean?” You look up at him, eyes filled with tears.

“HYDRA’s after me.”

~*~ 

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[hyuwujin]

snacks and snaps

Pairing: Reader x Hyunjin

Genre: strangers!au; fluff

Length: 2.9k words

Warnings: none!

Summary: When in a national park to take photos for your photography class, you bump into someone you didn’t think would have much of an impact on your life. Oh, how wrong you were.

A/N: hey!! It’s been a while since I wrote something but I finally got around to finishing this! I hope you enjoy it!! Agh I’m just full of fluff lately, aren’t i? Don’t worry tho! The angst is coming sooooon! Also happy Easter (if you celebrate it!!) and April Fool’s Day everyone!!!<333

“Okay, Y/N,” you murmured to yourself, inspecting the map of the national park you were currently lost in. 

Peering down, your finger traced along the map, trying to find where you were currently located. Well, the bathrooms are right there, your finger pointed down at the map and you snapped your gaze up and squinted through the beaming sunlight. And they’re right there, you observed, finding the bathrooms not too far from where you were standing. 

That must mean...

Looking to the right of you you noticed a sign reading, Refreshments. Ah, there it is. You walked in the direction of the sign before peeking back down at the map. Maybe, after lunch I could snap some pictures at the––

Your thoughts were cut off when you felt a sharp bump to your shoulder. Staggering back, a hand caught hold of your elbow, preventing you from falling backward. 

“Hey–” you snapped before trailing off, gawking at who bumped into you. 

Wow.

“You should watch where you’re going.” The attractive boy’s statement was quietly murmured and you had to strain your ears to make sure you heard him correctly.

Blinking confusedly, you crossed your arms over your chest. “Excuse me? You bumped into me,” you raised an eyebrow. 

“No–o. You’re the one who wasn’t watching where you were going,” the dreamy boy scoffed, looking away for a split second to turn back at you with a pointed expression. Was this boy serious?

“Alright, I’m sorry but unless you weren’t paying attention either, you should’ve walked around me.”

“Kind of hard when you’re standing in the middle of the path,” he gestured down at the ground where you were standing. 

“I–” You cut yourself off, looking down at your feet. Okay, maybe he was right. You looked back up at him and frowned at the knowing smirk he sent you. 

“I’m just trying to find a food place,” you whined, wiping some sweat from your forehead with the back of your wrist. Looking back at him, you eyed the medium sized beverage he was sipping from. 

Adjusting the straw in his mouth, he held it between his teeth and nonchalantly waved in the direction behind him, “It’s back there.”

“I know that,” you rolled your eyes, “but where exactly are they?”

“I can show you. Follow me,” the boy didn’t bother to wait for your answer and walked ahead. Uh okay, rude? 

You slowly trailed behind the handsome boy, gnawing at your lip and tightening your grip on the camera strap around your neck. Realizing he wasn’t waiting for you to catch up, you sped up your pace and walked beside him.

Eyeing the camera curiously, the boy raised an eyebrow, “You like photography?”

You beamed down at your camera before looking back up at him with a proud smile, “Yeah, I’m here for a photography class project.” 

“Interesting,” the boy turned away from you and continued walking. That’s it?

“What’s your name?” You asked, sticking your hand out for him to shake, “I’m Y/N.”

Stopping in his tracks, the boy stared at your hand before shaking it, “Hyunjin.”

“Nice to meet you, Hyunjin. Any particular reason you’re here today?” 

“Uh, my friends and I are here for fun but, ah, I kind of lost them. Plus, my phone’s dead so,” Hyunjin rubbed the back of his neck and hid the blush creeping up his cheeks by looking down. You weren’t going to let him know that you noticed.

“I see,” you bit your lip with a smile, “Where’s the last place you saw them?” 

Hyunjin looked up, a breath of air escaping his nose as he pondered over your question.

“Well, one minute I was walking next to them and asked them to wait for me while I got a drink,” he shook the nearly empty cup he was holding for emphasis, “and I turn around and they’re gone!”

You pursed your lips together in attempt to hold in the laugh threatening to escape your lips. “You’ll find them eventually. They wouldn’t leave with you...right?”

Hyunjin paused for a moment and you widened your eyes. 

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” he grumbled, taking another long sip from his drink. 

You both continued to walk in a comfortable silence and you finally reached the refreshments station.

“Oh, thank goodness,” you sighed a loud breath of relief. Wiping a bead of sweat trailing down your temple, you raced to the line. Hyunjin shook his head with a laugh and trailed behind you.

“Hi, yes, can I please get a large Coca Cola and a pretzel dog?” You smiled politely at the girl around your age behind the counter. She nodded and turned around to ready your food. Turning your head slightly, you jumped at the sight of the patiently waiting boy beside you. “Oh! You’re still here.”

“My friends aren’t around and you seem nice,” Hyunjin shrugged before smirking at you, “Why? Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“N-no!” You stuttered, averting your gaze from his smirk. Why’d he have to be so smug and attractive?

“So you don’t mind if I hang out with you until I find my friends?” He raised an eyebrow, his smirk never leaving his face. Can he, like, stop smirking? This isn’t good for my health.

“Of course not. As long as you don’t mind walking around and watching me take pictures?” You asked, gesturing to the camera hung securely around your neck.

“I don’t mind.”

Hyunjin stuffed his hands into his pockets and rocked on the heals of his feet, an unfazed expression written on his face. You gazed at him curiously. 

Does he know how good looking he is? Because, once again, wow.

You mentally scolded yourself for having such thoughts when you just met the boy.

Before you could say anything, the girl behind the counter cleared her throat. “Your food, miss.”

Your ears perked and your eyes brightened at the sight of such delicious food. Who knew how happy you could be by such a ____ 

“That’ll be $6.75.” The girl extended her hand out as you rummaged through your wallet. Before you could take a single bill out, you noticed a hand go right by your face that handed the girl a ten dollar bill. Widening your eyes, you turned to the culprit. 

“What’re you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Hyunjin furrowed his brows before looking back at the girl with a polite smile. “Keep the change.” The girl beamed with a blush in response and murmured a thank you.

“I could’ve paid,” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“I know,” Hyunjin grinned before grabbing your drink and pretzel dog as you fumbled with your wallet. He walked alongside you, waiting for your hands to be empty,

“So why did you pay for me?” You kept your eyebrows furrowed though you weren’t looking at Hyunjin anymore. You were focused on the food in his hands.

“What can I say, chivalry isn’t dead,” Hyunjin shrugged and handed you your food.

“I–” you cut yourself off, realizing you had no counterargument. “Thank you,” you mumbled, before proceeding to take a bit out of the salty deliciousness. 

You smiled at the taste. Normally, you’d eat without dramatic expressions but you haven’t eaten since you woke up and the sun was nearly setting. 

“Do you always make these faces when you eat?” Hyunjin pointed at you, a giggle escaping his lips.

“I’m starving,” you argued before taking another bite. 

“Woah, chill,” He grabbed your elbow, gently, “Eat too quickly, and you won’t feel so great later.”

Your stomach growled in response and you sent him a pointed expression. “Yeah right, mom.”

“Oh my god, I feel awful,” You whined, clutching your stomach.

Meanwhile, a smug Hyunjin skipped beside you, laughing at your pain. “What did I say? I told you so!” 

You waved your hand dismissively at his childish behavior, “Oh, shut up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Hyunjin placed a hand over his heart, feigning sympathy, “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you at all for what could happen if you ate that pretzel dog and drank that soda too quickly...Oh wait!” Hyunjin snapped his fingers before looking back down at you with a flat look, “I did.”

“Now I see why you’re friends ditched you––you’re annoying,” you grumbled, glaring at him through the corner of your eye.

“Ouch. Don’t be so mean, Y/N! I’m only speaking the truth,” The arrogant boy stood proudly with his hands on his hips, all the while, staring down at you.

“Whatever, you were right,” you muttered in defeat, straightening your back up. 

“Are you okay, though?” Hyunjin asked, concern etched into his voice. “We could go sit down if you want.”

Nodding softly, you walked beside him to the nearest bench. Plopping yourself down, you sighed and patted your stomach. “I should’ve listened to you.”

Hyunjin nodded with a knowing expression, “Yes, you should have. We just met and now I feel obligated to look after you in case you cause yourself anymore pain.”

Sighing, you shook your head with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry you’re stuck with me. If it makes you feel better, I’ll let you go find your friends. I’ll be fine on my own.”

“Didn’t you just hear what I said?” Hyunjin furrowed his eyebrows. “If I leave, who else is going to take care of you if you hurt yourself?”

You sent a flat look toward him in response. “I think I can take care of myself,” you stood up to prove it, only to clutch your stomach in pain and moan, “Never mind.”

“That’s what I thought,” Hyunjin grinned and you couldn’t help but smile, seeing his eyes crinkle and nose scrunch slightly. Wow, how could a boy you just met affect you so much?

“Good luck sitting with me until I feel better then,” you shrugged, placing your hands and either side of your body to rest on the bench seat and swung your legs back and forth under it. 

Rolling his eyes in response, Hyunjin nudged you with his elbow. Your camera, which was sill hanging around your neck since you got to the park, caught his attention and he pointed to it. 

“That must really hurt your neck to carry around all day.”

Shrugging again, you looked down at your camera, “Usually I’m holding it because I’m constantly taking pictures, but yeah, I guess sometimes it does.”

“Does it right now?” Hyunjin didn’t let you answer him before he was carefully taking the camera strap and pulling it over your head. You sighed in relief and rubbed the back of your neck which was slightly sore.

“Thanks.”

Holding the camera up, you saw him grin, “Say cheese!”

“No!” you covered the lens with your hand in protest.

“Oh, come on,” he urged, swatting your hand away. “The light is hitting you perfectly. Be my model.”

Hyunjin pulled the camera up to his eye once more. Rolling your eyes, you feigned a smile and proceeded to make funny faces.

“See? Gorgeous,” Hyunjin smiled, knowingly, causing an eruption of butterflies to enter your stomach.

“Oh, shut up,” you waved him off with your hand.

Peering down at the camera, he offered a shy smile. “Can I see the photos you’ve taken?”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise at his question. Suddenly becoming shy, you looked down and allowed your hair to cover your face so he couldn’t see the blush creeping up your cheeks. “They’re really not that great, I promise. Believe me, they––”

“I bet they’re great!” Hyunjin cut you off, making you snap your head up to look at him. “If you don’t want me to see them, that’s okay, too.”

This boy, you thought, slightly widening your eyes, is too good to be true. Shaking off any doubts about yourself, you gestured to the camera. “Go ahead.”

“Wait really?”

“Yeah. If I want to be a photographer, I should let more people see my work.”

Hyunjin looked down at the camera your parents had bought you on your birthday and played around with the buttons. Looking up quickly, he showed the screen to you, shocked. “You took this?”

Scrunching your eyebrows together in confusion, you pointed out, nonchalantly, “It’s just a tree.”

“J-Just a tree!? How did you get the lighting so perfectly that it glistens through the leaves so flawlessly, yet still allowing the hue of the sky to be so prominent?”

Taken aback by his own astonishment, you widened your eyes and scooted closer to him to get a better look of the picture. “Thank you! I–I don’t know, I usually get down and observe the surroundings first. If my plain vision says that there’s too much going on, the camera will just multiply that. I try to find as much simplicity as I can so that when I take the picture...”

You trailed off to look at Hyunjin who was beaming at you. “What?” You asked, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Why did being under his stare make you so self conscious?

“No, go on. What were you saying?” Hyunjin tilted his head to the side and motioned for you to continue. 

“Uh–” What were you even saying? It’s like, when you looked at him, your brain became mush and you couldn’t focus on anything but him. 

Glancing away for a split second you noticed your surroundings. “Oh! The sun is setting and it’s getting dark. I should probably get going,” you pointed toward the trail and slowly stood up. 

Standing up next to you, Hyunjin brushed his pants off. “You’re right. Let me walk you to the exit. Besides, my friends are probably looking for me.”

You nodded your head and the both of you began walking in the direction you came. 

“Sorry I stopped you from taking pictures. I probably lowered your grade by hanging out with you all day.”

Shaking your head with a smile, you reassured, “No way! I took tons of pictures earlier! Besides, hanging out with you was probably the highlight of my day.”

“Oh really?” The shy Hyunjin you were just speaking to seconds earlier vanished and was replaced with the smug one you first met. 

Narrowing your eyes, you pointed a finger at him, “Don’t get all cocky now.”

Raising his hands in surrender, Hyunjin said, “Fine, fine. I had fun with you, too.” Leaning closer to you, Hyunjin cupped a hand over his mouth, secretively, and whispered loudly, “Don’t tell my friends that I think you’re more fun than them.”

You grinned in response and elbowed him. “Don’t worry, I won’t.”

The two of you continued walking, chatting about your lives and you felt yourself getting even more attracted to the boy next to you. You reached the exit and a frown made its way on your face. So this is it?

“What is?” Hyunjin asked and your cheeks reddened when you realized you had say that out loud.

“Um...”

“You know,” Hyunjin tapped his chin and stopped in his tracks and pivoted to face you, “we could exchange numbers and keep in touch that way.”

Smiling in relief, you pulled out your phone. “That’d be great. Who knew I’d make a friend today when all I thought I was going to do was take pictures of nature?”

While inserting his number into your phone, Hyunjin chuckled, softly. Holding the phone up to take a selfie, for what you assumed to be his contact picture, he put up a piece sign and winked.

Oh my, you thought. Whenever he texts me, he’ll be winking at me. 

He handed back your phone and said, “I already texted my phone so when I charge it, I’ll have your number.”

“Don’t forget to text me back. Or else, this’ll get really awkward on my part,” you warned. You looked down at your phone and smiled at the picture he took before you caught notice of what his name was: That super cute guy you met at the park with a long string of hearts emojis. 

“Really?” You deadpanned, raising an unamused eyebrow at him.

“Really.” Hyunjin grinned and once again, you couldn’t help but smile back. 

A loud clearing of a throat caused the both of you snap out of your locked gazes with each other. You whirled your head toward who made the noise. Just at the gate of the exit, eight boys stood, waiting patiently. 

Turning back to Hyunjin in confusion, he rubbed the back of his neck, shyly. “Those are my friends,” he murmured. 

“Oh,” you said, pouting. “So this is bye?”

Nodding with his bottom lip jutted out, Hyunjin said, “Yeah...for now.”

“See you soon, then.” You offered a wave and he waved back, walking backwardly away from you. 

Once he reached his friends, one of them wrapped his arm around his shoulder and ruffled his hair, playfully. 

“Our Hyunjinnie met a girl!” A few of them gushed and teased and you couldn’t help but snort. 

“Aish, shut up!” Hyunjin scolded and then whispered, though you still heard him, “She’s right there!”

The nine turned to go and one of them wearing a beanie, looked over his shoulder and shouted, “This was his plan all along! He ditched us on purpose to meet y–” 

The boy was cut off when Hyunjin covered his mouth. Hyunjin looked back at you and gave you a reassuring smile. “He’s lying! Don’t believe him!”

You shook your head with a smile and only thought one thing: Man, I can’t wait to see him again.

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Rules were made.... Ch1

Summary: It had taken everything in her to walk away, but she did. She could ignore a lot but the last time was the last time. Bucky had cheated before but there was always a reason to justify it. As soon as she couldn’t find a reason why, no another excuse to stay, she didn’t.

A/n: This was my first write ever. I’m continuing this series in one shots. #RulesWereMade Slowly, If you have any requests please send them to me and i will write them. Enjoy.  

Words: 1200+

Warnings: Tiny bit of smut. More to come tho. First attempt at writing so please ignore me or leave comments.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader (who I call Maggie, Mags or Magdalene because I don’t like Y/N)

“Just keep walking,” you mumbled under your breath. Eyes still facing forward firmly finally finding a target. You refused to dip your head.  Look down.  Let him or anyone else think you were sulking or any less confident than you had let on.

The truth was it broke you. Maybe it was because you hadn’t been expecting it, your guard was down. You had never imagined that a simple wedding for someone either of you barely knew is the place you would be tested. There you were in casual conversation, suffering through some boring doctor finish his winded story with what you were sure was a sad punch line. Your mouth was tipped up on que to laugh with the crowd when you locked eyes. If that wasn’t bad enough he laughed too.

God you missed his laugh. Your blood ran cold and your whole body locked. You hadn’t seen him in almost 9 months. 8 months and 27 days to be exact. You felt like an addict counting the days. To be honest, you hadn’t figured out if the counting helped or hurt. But he laughed. You got a fix and you were back at the beginning.

You didn’t pull your eyes away. More like you couldn’t pull your eyes away. You felt the breathe catch in your throat as you struggled to free it. He ran his lower lip thru his teeth and held it there. His eyes slowly took in every inch of you. The man standing next to him put out a hand for a shake.

“James Barnes.” He said, trying to conceal shock in his voice. The man seemed to be in his mid-thirties, well dressed, and he spoke with confidence.  “What an honor, sir. I can’t believe you accepted our invitation. We can’t thank you enough for everything you did for my sister. This wedding has been her dream come true and it never would have happened if you hadn’t step in and………” his voice drowned out in your head as Bucky’s lip finally escaped his teeth. His perfect teeth. And you knew what he was thinking.  

Red.  You wore red.

You couldn’t catch your breath as he moaned into your neck. He had pushed you into a random closet just off the main hallway. It was the middle of the day and you were at a ladies lunch where they were honoring Bucky for all the money and work he had put in to getting a new women’s shelter build.  This was the first time he had shown you what it was like when he wasn’t in complete control. Not that the relationship was new by any means. But he grabbed your wrist and pulled you, catching you off guard. You fell into him and he slammed the door shut.

“You shouldn’t have worn red.” Lust had changed the color of his eyes.  He was biting his lips so hard you were waiting to see blood that never appeared. It was a simple red dress. Very reminiscent of the infamous white one Marilyn Monroe had worn. Your hand reached up to cup the back of his neck as he tangled his fingers in your hair pulling at it slightly.

“Kiss me, Bucky.” You smiled into his mouth as you forehead touched his. You laughed a little being flirting “Hurry, before they start looking for us. Let’s go.” You nipped his lip a little then turned, pulling at his hand to leave. He used the hold on he still hand around your wrist to spin you back into him, and he let out a low growl. You loved this side of him. He grabbed your thigh and pulled you up pinning you against the door with his body.

“You really shouldn’t have worn red. I can’t control myself with the way you look right now.” With that he smashed his lips into yours, his tongue piercing through your lips tasting you. You moaned into his kiss. You wrap your legs around his body pulling him that much closer. One of his hands slid up to your core to find that you weren’t wearing any underwear. You never were. He liked that about you. He needed to know how wet you were, that always turned him on. And you stepped up as you always did, absolutely sopping.  He was always aggressive but a handful of times he had taken it a bit too far and you had to put him in his place. Your mind began to race that this was one of those times.

He grabbed at you. Biting and sucking on your skin you could feel him leaving marks already. One hand holding you he reached to undo his pants and free his hardening member. You tried to plead with him, “James…..” the word fell off. God he felt good. “ wait…….we can’t…….Ja” it fell on deaf ears. He pinned you back and lined himself up to enter you. You held in a breath waiting for it to tear into you and he stopped. Dead still not a muscle flinching and he looked you dead in to eyes.

“Is this ok?” he stared into your eyes. You let out the breathe you didn’t know you were holding in and nodded hard.  He must have looked a little startled because he still didn’t move. “Are you sure? You don’t look sure. I love you. I’m not some animal. Not when it comes to you at least. I can stop if you want me to.”

You pulled his hair tighter “Ravage me. I still want to feel this tomorrow.” With that he filled you, pressing his body into you, and keeping a punishing pace. You bit into his shoulder to muffle the sounds.

This dress however. This dress was tight and satin. This dress used as little fabric as possible but still held an elegance enough to wear to a formal outing. It hugged every inch of you perfectly and for Bucky left just enough to the imagination to send it brain into overdrive.  

“So really man we can’t thank you enough.” He clapped his hand on Bucky’s shoulder now giving him a broad smile. “I don’t know how you did it man, but thanks”

That’s when he finally took his eyes off of you for the first time. “Well, I have to say being the boss does have its perks.” He said casually. That’s when you took your chance. Leaning in to excuse yourself with the woman next to you, you walked with a purpose right out the doors and into the hallway. You were headed to the bathroom when you saw Oliver, your target. With as much grace as you could muster you gently linked your arms in his and leaned in to tell him you weren’t feeling well and wanted to leave.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. Excused himself from the conversation and the two of you walked down the hall towards the exit. Against every good thought you had inside of you, you turned to glance behind you. He was standing in the doorway of the hall. Glass in hand. Just watching. Watching you walk away on the arm of another man.

Next Chapter

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32 Marks

Okay. So I lost 32 marks in two subject papers that I got back today. And since I’m normally a pretty smart kid and used to get much higher scores three years ago, my mom doesn’t like this. I’m not denying it was my fault, like okay, I might have slacked off a little bit, fell asleep for a while, and forgot some things.

Well, my mom proceeds to call me into her room and I already get this sinking feeling in my chest: not even because I’m going to get yelled at, but because my mom is the most emotionally manipulative person on the planet. She’s very good at making me cry, and if I do cry in front of her, she knows exactly how to make me spill whatever I had been hiding from her. So I follow her and I’m crossing my fingers behind my back and hoping on hope that I wouldn’t cry, because if I do, it’s game over.

So she sits me down on her bed and asks me where I went wrong, what I could’ve done better, doesn’t this mean you’re not studying as hard as you claim to be? (But honestly tho, the course work is hard as hell and apart from my bestie who can scan textbooks like there’s no tomorrow, the exams were tough. Yeah anyway)

Admittedly, I lost my cool for a while, but I mostly just kept quiet and listened to her motivational speech. (Another thing about those speeches: they don’t work on me. Whether you praise or encourage me, or humiliate me and degrade me, or guilt-trap me, nothing works. I can bet you whatever you want that you can’t motivate me. Coming back)

I know she’s showing her support. I can understand that. I get that she wants to see me get into a good college next year. Every parent’s dream, right?

So she’s telling me that study and work life, that’s what makes life worth it (she’s in the biotech industry btw) because that’s what made her life worthwhile to her. I’m not getting into a rant about how school is harder for my generation, because it’s no use, and she deserves acknowledgement because she grew up with nothing and made it out.

And that’s what she always attributes my issues to. Because I grew up with everything. I grew up with too much, I know that. And I’m an ungrateful bitch. I know that too. I was grateful, I did love my parents until I grew more socially aware. I’m a bad person. I KNOW that. I don’t need anyone else to confirm it.

So my mom, she tells me that only people with a fighting spirit can succeed in life. And I almost start crying but I catch myself in time and don’t let the tears fall.

Because Ma? No. I don’t have a fighting spirit. Why? Because I’ve been depressed and suicidal on and off for the past four years. Ever wondered why my marks plummetted after that? I didn’t give a shit anymore. That’s literally why. I couldn’t find any motivation to study. I still can’t.

But I don’t tell her that. For several reasons: One, I couldn’t possibly say that without bursting into tears and that’s the one thing I’m trying so hard not to do. Two, I know exactly what her reaction would be and I don’t want to see it. It’s the same reaction when I came out to her. She would hit me or pinch me hard, and then proceed to cry until I took it back, because that always works. Three, she already knows (or she should know) and doesn’t give a shit. Because apparently, depression isn’t a real thing when you’re a teenager because it’s just the hormones. This is something she has said with her own mouth and I haven’t forgotten.

So I sit there, tight-lipped, not once looking at her while she says all this supportive stuff. And I should be thankful, I suppose. At least she didn’t beat me for my marks. But I’m not thankful.

I realized I wasn’t straight about two years ago and came out to her a little more than a year ago. And by coming out, I don’t mean a confident statement that no, I’m not straight and there’s nothing you can do about it. It was forced, and I was already insecure, and I was terrified. Because she has, on more than one occasion, expressed her dislike of that community. It may be subtle, but the slightest hint of disapproval is obvious if you’re closeted.

I just realized that I’d been telling those who asked that I told my mom. No, she made me.

Anyway. The result? Meltdown. I was already crying and then she yelled at me saying it was just a phase and don’t you dare say that ever again because you’re not bisexual. And I accepted that. I said yes, okay, I’m not bisexual, I’m sorry. (This all came out because of a broken relationship with a girl) And my mom goes, oh so that’s why your Board Exam results were so low. (I got 96%, mind) As if that was more important than me finding out who I was.

She found out that I self-harmed when I was in ninth grade, when I was in the hospital (for another reason okay) and the nurse turned my wrist over to put the drip in my hand, and she noticed the scars, which weren’t freshly made, but noticeable. Wanna know what happened? Meltdown. I started crying and she cried and I think she hit me and made me apologize, but I didn’t answer her questions as to why. She makes me feel guilty of it to this day, three years later.

I used to go to music classes to learn the keyboard, but they stressed me out. Don’t get me wrong, my teacher is the nicest. It was just a lot of pressure for me. So I told her that I was quitting (and this was after six and a half years of practice, okay, not like, two weeks in and I fell out) because it stressed me, and she was upset but she let me quit. She said it’s okay, we didn’t join those classes to get stressed, I’ll call him and tell him.

The next week, when I didn’t go, she just threw that comment right out, like she couldn’t believe I quit, that she has a loser for a child, what would my teacher think? Basically, a guilt trap. I didn’t respond, but now, instead of fearing going to class, I fear Saturday afternoons in my own house, because I have to hear these remarks. This was in April. I still hear about it.

I like dressing in what is typically men’s wear. Like, I’m really not one to dress up unless there’s something going on. And my hair is cut short, so it sometimes looks like I’m a guy, which I honestly wish would happen. And my mother doesn’t like that. Like, at all. She’s sometimes okay with me going out dressed in tshirts and jeans, but once she angrily asked me, are you transgender or something?

I wish I could’ve answered with a yes. I don’t know.

If I tell my mom that I want to wear boys’ clothes, she probably will be like, okay. But if I even mention a word related to gender, she’s going to hit the roof. And she has. She has cried, where have I gone wrong? And, bad person as I am, I relish that.

She has sat me down and told me when I go to college, to not be a person people will label easily and put into a box. That seems like solid advice, yeah? But she said that in reply to when I asked to cut my hair. So I know what she really means is: don’t you fucking dare go around looking like a boy and attracting girls or some shit. And that hurts.

If I tell my mom that my feelings are a little wack right now, I know I don’t smile much now, give me some time, I’ll be okay, then she would be cool with it. But the second I say I’m depressed, she won’t have it.

When you put a label on it, it must become real. I don’t think she wants to accept that my feelings are real and not just hormones.

So you might tell me, she’s being supportive of your marks. Well, yeah. Because that’s the only thing that matters. If she showed me half that support for things that are actually important, I might have been a happier person.

I got proof that she’s kinda sorta embarrassed because of me, because my social skills aren’t way up there. I don’t know how to stand or look in social settings, and my face isn’t very pleasant to look at either. So we were in a clothing store and she was looking for stuff, I was just standing around staring at nothing, but she thought I was staring at her and people were looking because of that. So she like, whispered, can’t you just act pleasant and normal for once? And I just stood there shocked, like, what am I getting yelled at for? I immediately got those “I’m embarrassed by you” vibes and I just walked out of the fucking store. I walked three paces behind her the whole day, so no one needed to know I was her daughter. She apologized afterwards, when I told her that I wouldn’t come with her anywhere anymore. I don’t want fucking apologies.

Was this a rant on my mom? Yes it was.

Do you know how hard it is to hate being home? You probably do. I don’t even look her in the eyes anymore, I couldn’t tell you what color they are.

Bottomline: I lost 32 marks in two subjects and she won’t rest until I’m guilty about it.

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