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saturnsorbits · 2 years

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Arm Candy

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Angst, Miscommunication, A Tiny Bit of Violence (One Punch), Smut, Semi-Public Sex, Lacking Prep, Happy Ending! Word Counts: 5.6k.

Summary: Since your break up, Kirishima has had a rotating door of side-kicks on his arm, but when his antics stop you attending Hero events, Mina comes up with a plan.

A/N: Ft. A little surprise in the end.

'Do I have to go?' Perched on the bed, wrapped in nothing, but a towel you scowl at Mina. She looks back at you through the mirror, mascara hovering in the air in front of her face and pouts. 'It'll be fun.'

'It won't.'

'Everyone's going to be there...' She whines.

'He's going to be there.'

Mina pauses, arm dropping down until her forearm is resting against the wood of the vanity she's sat at. 'Babe.'

It's almost immediate the slow, acidic bubbling that begins in your stomach. The sickness swirls inside of you making you want to curl in on yourself and clutch at your sides. You swallow it down, beyond used to the poison souring your chest. 'Don't babe me.'

Spinning on her stool, Mina tilts her head onto her shoulder and sighs. 'You can't just not see everyone.'

'I'd rather never see anyone again than see him with another girl on his arm.' Letting your head fall into your hands, you sigh. It's been exactly six months, thirteen days and about, two hours, give or take a few minutes since you and Kirishima broke up. Since then, there's been a rotating door of girls, and on one or two occasions men, who have been seen swinging off his arm at the various galas, events and parties the two of you have been unfortunate enough to attend.

'Come on...' She coo's. There's a shuffle, the scuffing of a stool as it's pushed back on hard wood and then, the mattress dips beside you as Mina takes a seat.

'He's gone through half the city since we broke up and I haven't even been on a date, Meens.'

'I mean...' She bites her lip, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, but whatever excuse she had lined up never comes.

'I just...' Swallowing a sob, you bite your tongue when you feel the familiar swell of pain rise in your chest and pop, causing tears to well up in your eyes. 'He couldn't even make it to our fucking anniversary dinner, but now he can find time to take a new girl out every week...'

Mina grimaces. 'I -.'

'Please don't make excuses for him.' You sigh and wipe at your eyes. 'I've had enough of them from Katsuki.'

'Okay. Just...' Her fingers dig into your shoulder when she knocks her head into yours. 'Come with me, please.'

'Meens...' Lifting your head, you turn to her hoping to convey the surge of sickness that creeps up your throat at the thought of coming face to face with your ex and his latest piece of arm candy.

'No.' She twists, grabbing at your cheeks and squashing them in soft palms. 'I'm putting my foot down, you're coming...' Administering two playful slaps to your face, she reels back spinning from the bed and twirling back towards the vanity.

'But -.'

Snatching her phone off of the table, she fixes you with a glare. 'Shut up. I have a plan.'

You groan, head finding your hands again. 'A good plan?'

There's something mischievous in her eye when you peek through your fingers to look at her, but she just beams back. 'The best.'

Mina's plan was not the best. In fact, it might have been the worst plan imaginable.

'Hey...' She knocks against your shoulder, silver jewellery rattling on her wrists. 'Smile, c'mon.'

You snarl, jaw tense as you look over her shoulder to the man hurrying towards you. 'Next time you say you've got a plan, remind me to punch you.'

Giggling, she rolls her eyes. 'I told you he's changed... Plus, he's like certified Kirishima repellent.'

'Ready?' Monoma grins, offering his arm out for you to take. Mina's partly right, at least. He looks different these days. His chest is broader, his smile a little more subtle and he doesn't ooze that painful aura of vanity that used to make people want to cave his face in.

'I really don't think this is going to work.' You sigh, but slip your arm into his anyway.

'Don't know until we try...' Mina sings. She springs up on her toes, tottering on too-high heels towards the back-entrance of the convention, not bothering to wait for the two of you to follow.

'For what it's worth...' Monoma starts, swallowing around something hard in his throat. His arm tenses, securing you tight between bulging bicep and firm side. 'I'm glad you -.'

'This isn't a date, Neito.' It's better to set the record straight now, rather than have an embarrassing conversation later when he gets the wrong idea.

Monoma blushes, the tips of his ears turning pink as he slowly leads you after Mina. 'I – ah...'

'Mina didn't -.'

'Say it was a date?' Flicking his tongue over his lips, he chuckles at his feet. 'No. Guess I was just hoping that I wasn't just enlisted to keep your ex at bay.'

You grimace, sucking air in through your teeth. 'When you say it like that.'

'Sounds bad?'

Yeah...'

'It's okay.' Throwing a hand on the back door, he holds it open allowing you both to slip inside. 'I'm just glad to have someone so pretty be my not-date.'

You roll your eyes hard, but let him take back your arm.

The music hits you almost as soon as you enter. Tonight, the city hall has been transformed, decorated to within an inch of it's life in order to become a fitting venue for the annual Hero-tech convention. There's already a wealth of people milling about, all dressed up and perusing the booths before the speeches begin. Some you recognise, like Pro-Hero Mount Lady and her new boyfriend. Other's you don't, like the business men from far off cities and foreign dignitaries from honestly, who knows where. They all weave in and around each other, creating an odd hero-civilian soup of voices and pleasantries that thrums under the music. Scanning the room, you spot Mina to the left, two champagne flutes curled tightly in her hands. She raises one of the glasses when she spies you edging towards her through the crowd and beams, noticing that you're still entwined with Monoma.

Mina hands you one of the flutes as soon as you're within range. 'Cheers.' She tips her glass against yours and brings it to her lips, smiling.

Following suit, you sip at the champagne and only jump slightly when Monoma's hand presses to the small of your back.

He leans in close, crowding over your back slightly as he mumbles into your ear. 'Going to the bar, back in a minute.'

You nod, smile and glance over your shoulder when you feel his weight vanish from behind you, only catching a glimpse of him as he moves into the crowd.

'See.' Mina hits your arm, pulling your attention back. 'Told you he's not as bad as he used to be.'

Humming something vaguely affirmative, you take another sip of champagne and settle in, watching the hubbub surrounding you. It's nice. Being back in hero society again, rubbing elbows and watching and everyone come together. Maybe you'd even see a few old faces, get chance to catch up and drink. 'Holy shit, Hawks is here?' You elbow Mina in the ribs and point at the familiar ruffle of red feathers slowly easing its way through what looks to be a gaggle of side-kicks.

'We should say, hi.' Mina snatches at your wrist, eagerness thrumming through her vein's as she moves to tug you over to the number two hero.

You slip from her hold immediately. It's hard to see him in the mess of bodies, but he's there. There's a familiar shock of bright red hair, a glimpse of strong shoulders and a bright smile that makes your chest hollow out.

'What?' Mina spins on her heels, eyebrows furrowed until she catches the flat line of your mouth. 'Oh.' When she turns back around, she sees it. Kirishima's broken through the crowd to reach Hawks, Bakugo at his side as they exchange hand-shakes and wide smiles, but the thing that makes her mouth sour is the small, brunette woman clinging to Kirishima's elbow.

'Mina -.' Pawing at her shoulder, you swallow the stone pinning down your tongue and bite down on your lip. The sight of the woman pressing in close to his side, her fingers curled around his bicep barely able to squeeze at the muscle, makes you want to be sick. This, this is why you don't come to hero events any more.

'Shit.' Mina tries to pivot, tries to cover your body with her own and block you from view, but it's too late.

A pair of crimson eyes meet yours across the room, a sad smile twitching his lip as you tear your gaze away. It burns when you see him cover the woman's hand with his own and lean down to whisper something in her ear and you can feel the tears welling in your eyes when he moves to cut through the crowd. Your whole body tenses ready to run, but then there's a voice coming in over your head.

'Didn't know if you'd be done with that so I bought -.' Monoma ditches the drinks in his hands onto a near-by table when he sees that you're shaking. His hand meets the flesh of your waist, arm slinking around you until he's able to hold you steady and pull you into his chest.

It's not enough. The panic is still rising in your throat threatening to choke you and you can hear him. The quickening steps of Kirishima's shoes inch closer as he fights the tide of the crowd to reach you. The idea of him coming over makes your stomach thick and your knees weak. You can't do it. You won't.

'No!' You push back against Monoma and twist violently away from him when you spot Kirishima break into a jog. 'Get off me.' Shoving with a little more force than necessary, you slip from his hold and run, hurrying as fast as you can towards the back of the hall.

Monoma yelps behind you, crying out a sharp: 'What the fuck man -.' before a growl reverberates around the hall and the distinct sound of bone meeting bone makes you jump half out of your skin.

You don't hear what happens after. You shuffle into a hallway, letting the door slam behind you to trap the commotion outside. It's almost immediate, the prick of tears at your eyes as your back collides with the wall. Shaky legs refuse to help you stand and within seconds you're on your ass, knees tucked up to your chest as you choke down the sobs desperate to escape your throat. The idea of standing there, of entertaining a conversation with the man you where still evidently in love with, while the woman he was fucking smiled at you from the sidelines made your stomach squirm. There was no way you'd be able to handle it, not when just the sight of them alone had you here: crying in a random hallway.

When the door swings open for a second time, it's not Mina in the doorway like you expect, it's not even Monoma, come to check up on you, or ask about your sudden disappearance: it's Kirishima.

He looks like he's just been hit by a bus. His shirt is torn, his tie swinging loose around his neck, the knot pulled tight as though he's been swung around by it and there's blood dripping from a cut on his cheekbone. Licking his lips, he hauls in a shaky breath before letting the door slam shut behind him. 'I broke his nose.'

'You what?' In an instant you're back on your feet. Your legs threaten to stop holding you, but you push through it, moving back towards the door. If nothing else, you should check on Monoma, apologise, offer to take him to the recovery centre at the very least. You barely make it to the doors before a large hand is wrapping around you elbow.

'Where did he touch you?'

The growl sounds strange painted on his lips and you recoil instantly, trying and failing to yank back your arm. His eyes are on fire when you look up. 'Kiri -.'

'Did he hurt you?'

'What?' When you pull away this time, you manage to slip his hold.

'Did he hurt you...' Face softening Kirishima reaches up, rough fingers stretching tentatively towards the soft skin of your cheek. His skin touches yours, searching it gently as if checking for bruises, but he doesn't pull back even when he feels no pain. Instead, he lingers letting his palm flattening to cup your cheek.

You recoil, turning your head away from the touch. 'Monoma? What, no.'

'What? Then...' Eyebrows scrunching on his forehead, he sucks in his bottom lip gnawing on the soft flesh. 'I thought he hurt you.'

It's the puppy-dog like glimmer of guilt reflected back at you from his eyes that converts the simmering panic in your gut to anger. You slap his hand away, forcing him back. 'No, he didn't fucking hurt me.'

'Shit.' His eyes hit the floor.

'Yeah, shit.' Feeling a little more secure with your legs steeling underneath you, you let the anger bubble up under your skin and loosen your tongue. 'Who the fuck do you think you are?'

A noise near a whine slips from Kirishima's lips, his eyes snapping back up to yours instantly. 'I thought he was touching you...'

'He was touching me.'

'...Inappropriately.'

Your tongue finds a back molar as you huff, disbelief colouring your breathing. 'He wasn't touching me any different than your date was touching you.'

'I thought -.'

Not giving him time to speak, you fold your arms and blink up at him, willing the tears to stay out of your eyes. The unfairness of it all stings, but not as much as the dumb-founded parting of his lips as his eyes widen. 'No you didn't fucking think. You know, I've had to watch you dote on every fucking side-kick you've been bringing to these events for months and not once have I broken anyone's nose.'

I -.'

'I'm not finished.' Tears slip from your lids, but you power through. 'Do you know how fucking hard it is? I've watched you fuck your way through half of the city and I show up one time with a guy and -.

'It's Monoma.' Kirishima gapes, head tilting as he struggles to contain the heat in his own chest.

'Oh, so because you don't like him that makes it okay, does it?'

'No. I -.' Kneading at his eyes with a thumb and forefinger, he clenches his jaw. The thought of Monoma's hand on you, of him touching your skin, his breath on the back of your neck, it turns his stomach and whittles down his resolve. Still, when he looks at you, with your eyes aflame and your mouth set into a half-snarl he can't help, but feel his heart stutter in his chest.

'I can't do this...' Reaching for the door, you wrap your hand around the handle.

Kirishima shifts his weight and lurches forward, slamming a hand on the door to keep it shut. 'Wait.'

Pulling back again, you spin back to face him. Looking at him hurts, but if you don't purge yourself of the sickness infesting you now you don't know when you'll next get the chance. 'For what, Kiri? I waited for years for you to get your priorities straight and you couldn't manage that, so I don't know what you want me to wait for any more.'

He fists his hair, yanking at flattened red spikes before blowing hot air out of his nose. 'I know I was working a lot, but -.'

'You didn't come home for a month. I thought...' New tears stain your cheeks. 'I thought you were fucking cheating on me.'

'I was sleeping at the agency...' Kirishima's heart strains, his throat constricting around his words. This was a well travelled argument, but that didn't mean the dust it kicked up didn't sting. He knew he'd been selfish, pushing himself too hard because of the insecurities that ate away at him while you waited at home, a home he'd barely gone back to towards the end. Life had become an endless cycle of work and somewhere along the line, he'd lost touch with what really mattered. That was until Bakugo had forced him to go home when he'd been about to pass out in the agency's over-night room. He'd walked through the door of the apartment and bumped straight into the back of the sofa. You'd rearranged everything, but he hadn't been home enough to notice. Then, there you where, suitcase at your feet as you dropped your front door key in the palm of his hand. The argument that came after was blurred in his mind, the tears too, but once you'd left being alone had become impossible. It was easier to be around people, to not think about how his heart creaked in his chest with you gone, so that's what he did.

You huff, watching as something dark crosses his face, but you're in too deep to turn back now. 'You couldn't even make it home for our anniversary, but there hasn't been one single shitty hero-event you've missed in the last six months. You've put more effort into keeping your pretty little dates wined and dined than you ever did in our entire fucking -.'

'Don't.' Kirishima's hands have balled into fists at his sides. He doesn't need to hear this, not when you've got it all wrong.

You laugh. 'Don't, what?'

'Don't say shit you know isn't true.' His teeth grind, clashing against each other as he snaps his jaw shut. 'Because, you know that shit isn't true. You know -.'

Your voice cracks as you blink back tears. 'Do I?'

Kirishima shatters. 'I love you.'

'Yeah.' Folding your lip behind your teeth, you swallow. 'But I love you doesn't really fix anything, does it?' You turn back to the door, hand yanking at the handle to make your escape, but the thing doesn't budge.

Kirishima's palms splay on the wood, stopping it from opening. It creaks, splintering under hardened skin as he towers over you, chest heaving. His forehead hits the door soon after, crowding you against it as he mumbles into the air. 'No. It doesn't.'

'Kiri..' The heat from his chest seeps into your back as he presses against you, enough to be felt, but not enough to be oppressive.

'I've been getting better.' He steadies himself, breathing you in. 'Don't work half as much, make sure Kat kicks me out of the agency if I do anything over 48 hours...'

A chuckle leaks from your lips, although the sound carries no joy. 'That why you've got time to spoil all those dates of yours?'

He licks his lips, sighing. 'Sounds stupid, but... I – I've kind of been having a hard time being alone since we... Kat started calling it babysitting duty, started palming me off onto the side-kicks...'

Turning in his arms, you tilt your chin to look him in the eye. 'So you're not actually seeing any of them?'

'God no.' He shakes his head, snorting. 'Not that they're not... Nice and all. I just – they all knew I wasn't...'

'Good.' It falls out of your mouth before you can stop it. Something stutters in your chest. You really have missed him, even now you can feel your body calling out to him, but you can't – can you?

'What?' Tilting his head, he lifts his hand from the door and brings it back to your cheek. His thumb ghosts your cheekbone, eyes lingering on the place where you skin touches his.

'Nothing.' You shake yourself. No. You can't.

'Seeing you with him... I -.' Flame licks the insides of Kirishima's stomach again. His hand curls instinctively, wrapping around the back of your neck to bring you closer until your foreheads touch and when you don't move away, he pushes in closer. 'I wanted to kill him.'

'You broke his nose.' This time, you don't move away from his touch. You sink, falling helplessly into the warmth of his palm even as you can feel his hardening ripple through his skin as he growls out his issues with Monoma.

'Yeah, but I wanted to kill him...' He's so close, he wouldn't even have to push to close the distance. The thought of kissing you again sends shock waves of excitement down his spine, making it harder for him to stay put as every atom of his being screams with possessiveness.

Chewing on the edge of your lip, you let your body guide you and tip forward. Your lips catch on the edge of his mouth, planting the briefest of kisses on his skin before reeling away. 'I should get back – Monoma's probably...'

'No.' Kirishima's grip hardens. 'Stay... Please.' Gradually, his hand slinks from your neck to your shoulder. Each touch is soft, despite the fact you can feel the jagged callouses of his quirk raking over your skin. When you make no move to impede him, the rough of his palm ghosts down your side, skimming the full curve of your hip before following the bend of your stomach and inching down towards your cunt.

'Kiri...' Your voice wobbles, a moan betraying the want burning in your stomach as you arch into his touch, urging him lower. 'Kiri, I – fuck...'

Hardened fingers push lower and grope at you over the thin material of your dress. 'When was the last time this little cunt got treated properly, huh?'

The tips of his fingers graze your clit causing your eyes to roll. You reach for him, hands balling in the cotton of his shirt as he drags the bump of his knuckle over your underwear and earns another strangled moan from your lips.

'Tell me to stop...' Lowering himself over you, his nose finds the turn of your neck. His lips follow soon after, pressing gently to your skin as he breathes against it, willing his body to stay put for just a second longer.

'Don't -.' You swallow another moan when your hips rock back into his hand forcing him against you once more. 'Don't Stop -.'

There's no waiting for you to finish, he's on you before you ever have time to spit out the end of your sentence. He yanks you off the door, gathering you up easily in his arms before turning and looking for something, anything to throw you against.

The small side table shoved against the wall of the corridor becomes his target and no sooner have your feet left the floor, than your ass is connecting with polished wood. Your back presses to the wall, allowing him to crowd you in and soon after, his mouth finds yours again.

He kisses you only once before a thick thigh comes between your legs, spreading you open enough for him to slip between. The gasps that leak into his mouth from yours fuel him, encourage his efforts to get your hips to press against his and your nails to dig into his biceps. A growl rumbles in the back of his throat. 'You're wet.'

The only response you can manage is a mewl. You melt into him, lift your hips and grind as best as you can into his ministrations as he toys with your clit. Each touch is electric causing you to soak through your underwear. You haven't been touched like this for months and it shows.

'So needy, baby.' Kirishima chuckles against your skin. His fingers, despite their size are lithe and tuck their way under your underwear to slide between your folds. When his fingers re-emerge from the fabric they're slick, coated heavily in your wetness. He smirks before popping them into his mouth. His tongue laps at them, curling around large digits as he works to rid himself of your essence.

'Don't tease.' You whine and move to grab at his wrist, anxious to have his hands back on you, but he snatches himself away.

A wicked grin takes his lip, sharp teeth glittering on full display as he slowly reaches for you. His hand lands on your chest and slides up until his fingers can curl around your throat. 'Patience, little one. You'll get what you want.'

Preening, you wear his hand like a necklace and settle, letting him move you to his whim. A large hand cup your ass, kneading the flesh for a second before you're being hauled forwards. Your hands grip at his shoulders with the sudden movement, but it doesn't take long before you're exploring his body again. His chest is firm under your palms, the ridges of his pecs and stomach firm when you trail lower and grip at his hips. Your thumbs trace the crease leading to his cock, digging into the flesh slightly as you smooth across his skin before slipping under the waistband of his pants. Quick fingers make quicker work of his buttons and zip, exposing the spreading stain on the front of fire-truck red boxers.

A deep groan vibrates through his chest when you take hold of him over his boxers, massaging the pre-cum soaked material against his cock. His hips stutter into your palm, hand twitching around your neck as you dip in to take him out.

'You're going to have to be quick.' He chuckles even when his cock pulses in your hand, smearing pre-cum all over you.

Already there's a heat building in your stomach as you take in the weight of his cock. The thing is huge, framed by a thicket of wiry black hair and gently reddened at the end, where a bulbed tip peaks from wrinkled foreskin. You've never been able to take it without prep. All the other times you'd fucked have involved you coming apart around Kirishima's tongue or fingers first. He used to delight in preparing your body for him, eating you out for ours and slowing making you cream around his fingers until you where spread open wide and gasping. Even then, it had always been a tight fit.

Inching back, he moves the hand at your neck to nudge your chin up. 'You need me to prep you, baby?'

Shaking your head, you shimmy forward and pass a hand over his cock before lining him up to your dripping cunt.

'Don't want to hurt you.' His voice is weak, but his hips cant forward pressing his tip past your slick folds.

There's not enough time. Your cunt aches, fingers itching at the thought of being impaled on his cock again, but without prep it's sure to tear you in two. The noise of the convention seeps in through the door reminding you of the very real risk of someone walking in and spoiling your fun. 'I don't care.' Lifting your hips, you ease him deeper, making him prod at your entrance before looking him dead in the eye. 'Hurt me.'

A choke sticks in his throat as hesitancy claws it's way up his throat. 'But -.'

'Please..' If you go a second longer without his fullness inside of you, you'll combust, you're sure of it. 'I need you.'

That's all it takes. The whining edge to your voice makes his head hazy and his chest tight. Leaning forward, he connects your lips before pushing in.

Pleasure and pain bursts through your body as the first inch of his cock sinks home. It carves you out, forces your body to mould around him as you gasp and cling to his shoulders for dear life.

'Shh, baby. You're doing so well – you're tight – I...' Stealing each moan that slips from your mouth, he trades you his own as your cunt squeezes around him. Your walls are fluttering already, insides tender as he presses in another inch. 'So good for me... Taking me so well, aren't you.'

Whimpering you let your head fall to his shoulder as he keeps feeding you his cock. Your thighs are shaking, even under his calming palms that smooth over them with each of his dull thrusts. 'Ei...'

'Almost there. Fuck, you're beautiful... Look at you taking me so well.' His hands hook under your knees and ease your legs around his waist as he presses the last few inches inside of you and stills while you pant against his neck. Cooing against your crown, he kisses your forehead.

Your ankles clasp behind his back, pulling him closer until you feel the faint tickle of his pubes against your clit. Any pain you felt from the initial push has faded, leaving only the dull throb of pleasure that buzzes gently through your core. 'Ei, move... Please – need -.'

He doesn't need telling twice. Pulling out just enough to slip his hand between your bodies, he thumbs lazily at your clit while sliding back in. A moan shakes in his chest when he bottoms out again and then, he's setting a pace. 'Not gonna last long... Feels too good, you -.'

Pulling him closer, you bring his lips back to yours to steal his breath. You're not going to last long yourself, but any response is crushed in your chest when his cock presses up against your spongy insides. You can feel him in your stomach, feel him punching the air out of you as he fucks into you again and again and again.

'I'm -.' He barely chokes through his sentence, barely gets a solid dozen thrusts in before he's spilling clean inside of you. 'Fuck, so – sorry. I -.' His thighs shake as his orgasm takes him apart, causing more cum to be forced into your little hole, but he doesn't stop. Sensitivity burns in his stomach as he keeps fucking into you and forcing you to feel him in your throat. There's desperation in his voice when he stutters against your ear, almost begging to feel you lose it around him. 'Cum for me, come on. Please, please. Need to feel you, want – want -.'

You're already seeing stars, already clinging to him for dear life as your orgasm crashes into you. A silent screams rips through you as you bite at his shoulder, forcing the noise back down your throat. It feels like you're floating and falling all at once, balancing on the edge of pleasure itself as he fucks you through it with sloppy thrusts and messy passes over your clit with his thumb. If you where anywhere else, both of you would be embarrassed. You've barely started, barely been able to use any of the stamina you know he has, but with his cock nestles inside of you and him pressing kiss after kiss to your crown, it stops mattering.

'Did so good for me, fuck – I've missed you so fucking much, missed this -.

You're coming down, still cock-drunk and dizzy from the orgasm Kirishima has earned from your body when the door to the corridor creeks open. You're barely able to turn your head, forced instead to loll lazily, twisting your cheek onto Kirishima's shoulder.

He's already twisted himself, covering the fact that his cock is still nestled inside of you, keeping you full and heavy with his cum.

'For fucks sake.' Bakugo groans as he brings a large palm up to shield his eyes. 'The – fuck. They need your Hero info. You know, on account of you breaking that dickhead's face.'

'Oh.' Kirishima chuckles, eyes darting from Bakugo to you. His gaze slips down your body, settling on where you're both connected, on where he's inside you. 'I'm uh -.'

'Still fucking – I can see that. Just – Just hurry up or some shit, I can't hold them off forever. The commission are mad as fuck.' Puffing out his chest, Bakugo peeks through his fingers and hisses when he catches a glimpse of your cunt, puffy and red still struggling to stretch around Kirishima's cock. 'I assume you two are back together –.'

'I – uh... Maybe?'

In truth you don't know. The time for labels and relationship talk is certainly not now, but you squeeze at his arms and smile, hoping for it to convey the hope of a later conversation. Hands still gripping Kirishima's arms, you push backward gently urging him out of you. As soon as his cock shifts, cum begins to seep out around it. It leaks lazily from your cunt and drips down his balls and onto the floor. The sight makes your stomach tense. 'No... Wanna – wanna be full, Kiri.'

Pushing back in Kirishima stops the flow. 'I can't... Uh -.' He glances up, looking around for something to fix his problem. His eyes land on Bakugo.

'What the fuck are you looking at me for?' Bearing his teeth, Bakugo snaps, hand falling from his face to expose the soft blush coating his cheeks.

Kirishima licks his lips, eyes falling down to the notable bulge beginning in his friends suit pants. 'Well, if you want me to go out there.' He hooks a thumb towards the door. 'I'mma need something to take my place here, if you catch my drift.'

You whine and cling to Kiri, cunt clenching at the thought of Bakugo sliding into your soft heat to keep Kirishima's cum filling you.

'You like that baby?' Kirishima bumps his nose against yours. 'Want Kat to help us out?'

You nod.

Bakugo's eyes blow wide, pupils swallowing his iris' as a lump forms in his throat. 'I -.'

A wicked grin takes Kirishima's lip then 'So, you going to help or what?'

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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I've Always Loved the Rain

Summary: Request! Y/N can manipulate the weather, but sometimes her emotions get the best of her. What happens when Bucky brings his girlfriend to Tony's garden party?

Warnings: nothing except some angst!

Word Count: 2086

a/n: I really did have fun writing this! Thank you for sending it my way :)

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"Are you ever going to tell him?" Wanda's thoughts appeared in your head causing your head to snap in her direction. "You've been staring at him for the past ten minutes."

"Actually, it's only been 8 minutes. And, no. I do not plan to ever tell him because that would be wildly embarrassing, and he would hate me forever." Your own thoughts were easily heard by the witch.

Before she could try to convince you, you got up and left the living room. You and Bucky have been friends since you joined the team. Everyone, barring Bucky, has told you how you must be special because Bucky has never trusted anyone as quickly as he started trusting you.

There may have even been a point where you thought he could've possibly returned your feelings, but that was before he started dating Perrie.

"Y/N, you can't keep running away from me." Wanda called out as she approached your room.

"I'm not running. I just have get ready for Tony's party." You rolled your eyes. You've never been one for parties, but you'd rather just go than have to deal with Tony complaining about you missing it.

"Oh, you mean the party Perrie is going to?" Wanda questioned from your doorway.

"Shut up! Someone could hear you." You quickly pulled her into the room, glancing down the hall before closing the door. "I don't care that she's coming. It's fine."

"I know you're pouting, even if you refuse to look at me." Wanda obviously saw right through your bullshit.

"Wan, he's my friend. I just want him to be happy, and if Perrie makes him happy then so be it." You resigned yourself to having to watch Bucky and Perrie together. "Just, promise me you won't say anything."

You nearly begged her, knowing she didn't agree with your method of bottling everything up.

"You're my friend. I want you to be happy too." She tried to avoid your request.

"Wanda, please." You nearly had tears in your eyes. You couldn't make it through this party if Bucky knew about your feelings. "I can't think about it. Tony will kill me if I ruin his perfect weather."

You joined the Avengers after Steve and Nat found you during one of their missions. You saw the two of them trying to sneak into a hydra base, but they had no way of approaching without being spotted.

In a moment of bravery, or stupidity really it could've gone either way, you ran up to them and offered to help. You managed to create enough of a storm that they could get inside without being noticed.

When they came back out, they offered for you to join them figuring someone who could manipulate the weather would be a good teammate to have.

"Oh, Y/N." She pulled you into a hug in an effort to comfort you. "I won't bring it up, I promise." She squeezed you tightly before letting go. "Now, let's pick out an outfit that'll have Barnes regretting not asking you out."

You shook your head at her playful laugh, but agreed with her nonetheless. If this is what it took for her to stay quiet, you'd do it.

The sun was still high in the sky when you made it out to join the party. Summer nights always seemed to last forever, the sun not fully setting until nearly 9.

A few clouds dusted the sky, but Tony really did have the perfect weather for his garden party.

You looked around, trying to locate a familiar face. Finally spotting Nat and Wanda, you made your way through the gardens to greet them.

"Y/N, you look incredible!" Nat cheered as you approached.

Wanda convinced you to wear a pale purple two piece set. The classy lace outer layer of your skirt fell to mid calf, the lining ending just above your knee. The top was cropped to end mid stomach. Perfectly matching the skirt, a form fitting lining was covered in a flowy lace layer.

"Thank you. You both look amazing, as usual." Nat wore a black midi dress with a slit. Wanda opted for a flowery yellow dress with buttons up the middle.

You fell into an easy conversation, discussing anything and everything you could think of to keep your mind busy.

"Ladies, looking good!" Sam complimented the three of you as he, Steve, and Vision approached. Vision immediately swept Wanda away to dance.

"You're not so bad yourself, Wilson." You laughed. "Steve, you're very dapper this evening."

"Thank you. Care to dance?" Steve held his hand out for you. Knowing Sam was seconds away from convincing Nat to dance with him, you nodded in agreement.

You couldn't help but smile as he lead you around the dance floor Tony had set up. The party had been going surprisingly well so far.

"You really do look amazing tonight." Steve broke the silence, smiling down at you.

"You're too sweet." You brushed it off, looking over his shoulder as you blushed.

"I mean it." He spun you around, eliciting a surprised chuckle from you.

Your smile fell when you spotted Bucky and Perrie by the bar. He wore khakis and a pink button up, something you were certain Perrie picked out to match her pink chiffon dress.

You were shocked to find his eyes on you. He looked sort of angry, but you hadn't the slightest idea why.

"I don't know what Bucky's doing with her." Steve followed your line of sight, commenting on the couple.

"He's happy." You turned away from Bucky, heart aching just from looking at the two of them together. You tried to mask the pain in your voice, but Steve saw through it.

"He's not. He might think he is, but Perrie... she's not right for him."

"What do you mean?" You shouldn't have asked, but you craved more information about Bucky.

"She just doesn't understand him. Not like you do." Steve's words hurt you more than they helped.

"Steve, he chose her." You could feel the tears brewing. You didn't notice as the sky got darker and darker. "I have to go."

You turned to walk away from Steve and the conversation only to walk directly into Perrie.

"I'm so sorry!' You quickly wiped your eyes, avoiding the concerned look Bucky was giving you. He lightly grabbed your elbow when you tried to walk past them

"Y/N?" The way he said your name had you frozen. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I, um, I have to go." You pulled your arm from his grasp, again trying to get away.

"No, Y/N-" Bucky's plea for you to talk to him was cut off by Perrie.

"James, we're supposed to be dancing." She whined, pulling on his right arm.

"It's fine, Bucky." Your face contorted into a tight smile. "Dance with your girlfriend." Your vision blurred as you tried to push your way through the crowd.

Nat found you first, pulling you off to the side of the party and gesturing for Wanda to join you both.

"Y/N, what happened?" Natasha tried to coax any bit of information out of you. You ignored the question, focusing instead on trying to control your tears.

Your powers, although you could mostly control them, were tied to your emotions. If what you were feeling manifested itself in the weather, it was almost impossible for you to regain control.

One tear finally fell from your eyes, a matching raindrop falling from the sky.

"Y/N? Why don't we go inside?" You managed a nod, breaths coming out shaky as you tried not to completely lose control.

You were only a few steps from the main entrance to the gardens when everything fell apart.

"Y/N?" Bucky called from a few feet behind you.

Just the sound of his voice caused the delicate balance you had achieved to shatter.

Your tears overflowed, thunder cracking in the sky. The thought of ruining Tony's part only made you cry harder.

The rain fell fast and heavy instantly soaking everyone outside. You stayed frozen, listening as everyone shrieked and ran to get out of the rain.

"You guys should go inside." You spoke softly to Nat and Wanda, gesturing for them to go without you.

"Are you sure?" Nat looked past you at Bucky before meeting your eyes again.

You nodded. "I mean, I'm already soaked." The rain continued to fall mixing with the tears on your cheeks.

They each gave you a quick hug before running to get inside.

"Y/N?" Bucky called again when you still hadn't turned around.

You took a deep breath trying to prepare for this conversation before you turned to face him. He was soaked, his hair sticking to his face despite his efforts to push it off.

"I'm sorry." You whispered so softly, you weren't even sure he could hear it over the rain.

"Don't do that." Bucky shook his head.

"What?" You scrunched your face in confusion.

"Apologize for your feelings." He spoke gently as he walked up to you.

You huffed a laugh. "Well, I was more so apologizing for the rain."

"I've always loved the rain." He shrugged, turning his head up to the sky. He stayed like that for a minute just letting the rain wash over him.

"I think I've always loved you." More tears fell as you admitted the truth. You closed your eyes in an effort to hide from his reaction.

"Y/N, look at me." Bucky pleaded, but you squeezed your eyes shut tighter and shook your head.

"Y/N, please." His hand came up to rest on your cheek, the other resting on your waist. He ran his thumb back and forth over your cheek coaxing you to open your eyes.

Your eyes fluttered open despite your best efforts to keep them closed. You had to blink a few times to clear the raindrops from your eyelashes.

"I love you too."

You searched his eyes for any signs that he was lying, but all you could find was sincerity.

"What about Perrie?" You couldn't help but ask, even if you'd rather forget about her entirely.

"I broke up with her the second she whined about me trying to make sure you were okay."

"You broke up with her because of me?" Your mouth fell open, eyes trained on Bucky's. He nodded sheepishly, but maintained eye contact.

"You're the most important person in the world to me. I probably should've realized what that meant sooner." He looked down, a pink tint blossoming on his cheeks. "She was actually the one who pointed out to me that I'm in love with you..."

"She said that?" Your jaw dropped even farther.

"Yeah. It was really Steve agreeing with her that clued me in though."

"You really love me?" You felt the need to verify what you had already heard. The rain lessening to a slight drizzle went unnoticed by both of you.

"I really, really do." He still held your face in his hand, now leaning his forehead against your own.

"Say it again." You whispered.

"I love you." He said the words quietly, but the meaning behind them was deafening.

"I love you too."

Your lips collided in a passionate kiss, years of hidden emotion coming out.

The rain clouds disappeared entirely, the sun set now visible in bright shades of pink and orange.

You finally pulled back when the need for air overcame your need for Bucky.

Your smile faded slightly, eyes showing a slight fear. Bucky noticed immediately, his own nerves growing.

"What's wrong?"

You gestured to the now empty gardens.

Aside from everything being soaked, the wind did a number on the decorations. Tables and chairs were overturned, plates and glasses smashed on the ground. The lanterns that had been hung were now strew across the ground in various states of destruction.

"Tony's going to be so mad at me!"

"He'll forgive you." Bucky stated with confidence.

"How can you be so sure?" You eyed him with furrowed brows, still nervous about facing Tony.

"He's forgiven worse, Doll. Trust me." Bucky eagerly awaited the moment you understood what he was saying.

Your eyes went wide, mind blanking on how to respond. That is, until Bucky smiled brightly at you.

"You've always told me joking about it can help. Figured I'd give it a try."

The two of you burst out laughing before slowly making your way inside, hand in hand and soaking wet.

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henrys-little-princess · 3 years

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Play With My Hair?

hi darlings!! here is my second fic for my 100 followers celebration bingo!! this one is for august walker and I'm sorry it took so long to get out but here it is!!

i actually ended up getting two of the same requests for this one lol! (ig we are all on the same page here) -xo poppet :)

august walker x female!anxious!reader, rated g!

warnings: anxiety and implications that someone is after the reader and august

word count: 1.1k

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August paced around the tiny safe house again and again, each pass causing your stomach to churn a little more. He wouldn't tell you why you were both there. He hadn't said much of anything actually. Aside from storming into your shared room this morning and saying in a clipped tone that you needed to pack essentials as quickly as possible because a plane would be there in fifteen minutes to take you to a more secure location, you had no idea what was going on.

You knew that you probably didn't have clearance to know what was happening, or that August was just hiding it for your own safety, but you would have appreciated knowing what was happening.

Clearly whatever it was was distressing August greatly. You just wanted him to sit down and take a breath, this much stress could not be good for him. There had been a frown etched permanently in his usually smooth brow since this morning when he'd told you to start packing.

"August," you called.

He showed no sign of hearing you, too trapped in his own head. His hands were clasped behind his back, ever the smart looking gentlemen, even when he was stressed.

"Auggie," you called a little more loudly this time. But not even the nickname that he usually griped about to no end made him break his concentration.

You felt tears begin to cling to your Y/E/C eyes. What was going on? Why were the two of you there? Was someone looking for you? Were you going to die?

"August," you choked out around a half sob.

Hearing the emotion in your voice was finally what snapped him out of his concentration and his head whipped up to look at yours, the hard lines in his face softening when he saw how scared you looked.

"What is it, sweetness?" he asked, his voice low and concerned. You loved that you were the only person he dropped his hard exterior for. It made you feel special.

"What's happening?" you asked in a small voice.

"You know I can't tell you that," he sighed, placing one of his strong hands on your arm. You noticed for the first time that his tie was hanging loosely around his neck and the top button of his shirt was undone. That was completely unlike him. Usually he was immaculately put together, even in the most tense of situations. Your stomach did another flip.

"But-" your voice cracked and suddenly there were tears running down your face. August immediately squished next to you on the chair you were sitting on, his large body half hanging off of it awkwardly as he hugged you to his chest, placing his chin on top of your head as you sobbed into his shoulder.

"It's okay," he murmured. "The both of us are gonna be just fine, sweetness. It's only for a few days and then we can go home."

You nodded into his thick shoulder, clutching at his dress shirt. You were aware that you were wrinkling it and that he was going to probably be annoyed about that later, but that didn't matter right now.

"We're not- not gonna die?" you hiccuped against him.

"No, sweetness," he said calmly, his tone almost resigned. "And you know I'll protect you."

He pulled away from you, but still kept his hand on your arm. You knew that August wasn't the best at showing comfort or emotions, but he did try. And usually what he did offer was enough, but not today. Not when you were still terrified out of your mind and he had gone back to pacing across the terribly worn carpet.

Needing to do something with your hands, you walked over to your small suitcase and opened it, taking out everything that you had packed and refolding and reorganizing it as you tried desperately not to cry again. August was holding it together. You could too.

Although admittedly, he was trained for these situations. You were not.

You made your way through your own suitcase and went over to the small bed in the corner. You pulled off the bedding and put it back on, still looking for a way to release your nervous energy. As you put the blankets back on the bed you noticed that it was really a small bed, smaller than you had initially thought. You and August would definitely be cuddling tonight. Although given the circumstances you thought that that might be a good thing.

You heard August walk up behind you just as you finished. You heard him fidget for a moment before he spoke.

"Are you alright, Y/N?"

"Yeah," you lied, still not looking at him. "Why?"

"You only organize like this when you get nervous," he said, placing a strong hand on your arm.

You were silent as you fought down your tears again. August didn't need to be worrying about you when he was thinking about both of your safety. You didn't even know what threat you two were up against.

"What do you need?" He asked softly.

"I know you're a hard ass, but could you play with my hair?" the words tumbled out of your mouth unprompted and you slapped your hand over your mouth reflexively. You couldn't believe that you had actually just said that!

August laughed though. A wonderful, musical sound that you didn't hear often enough and one that felt wildly out of place in the tiny, outdated safe house. It calmed your nerves immediately. "Of course I can, sweetness," he said softly, his hand already coming up to tangle in the strands and he guided you over to the bed.

He pulled you against him, so that your head was huddled against his chest instead of resting on the lumpy mattress. His long fingers worked through your hair tentatively, still shy even after all the years you'd been together.

He kept running his hand through your hair in an almost repetitive motion, careful not to cause too many knots as the tips of his fingernails scratched at your scalp.

You had just begun to fully calm down, your breathing slowing to match his when he spoke up.

"Am I doing it right?" he asked sheepishly. You weren't looking at his face but you could imagine the cute way that his mustache was stretching as he smiled.

"Yeah, Auggie. You are," you giggled at his uncertainty. God, he was so cute sometimes.

"Don't laugh at me," he grumbled. "I've never done this before!"

"Well good thing we're working on that now, huh Auggie?" you giggled again.

"And don't call me that!" he groaned. "I'm too much of a hard ass for a nickname like that."

"A hard ass that plays with his girlfriend's hair," you mused. Your banter had made you forget the situation at hand. It was just you and August.

"I might be a hard ass," he laughed. "But I'm never too much of a hard ass to play with your hair."

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jediken0bi · 3 years

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Boundaries

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary:

When JJ makes an offhand comment about Spencer not being particularly fond of physical touch to his girlfriend it causes a bit of a misunderstanding.

word count: 3180

Ever since you and Spencer decided to ditch your colleagues for the third time in a row to watch Doctor Who at his place instead, which resulted in him awkwardly admitted to liking you at the end of the night, you two have been practically inseparable. You knew that Spencer was shy when it comes to physical affection from the start but you also knew that a huge part of it was the lack of said affection throughout his life.

Often times he looks surprised when you hug him or kiss him with no particular reason in mind other than that you wanted to.

It's like he's used to only experiencing soft touches in the context of challenging and heartbreaking events happening to him.

You were set on changing that. You're going to make up for all the people who have failed to treat him with the love he deserves.

So far he hasn't stopped you from trying either. You cuddle him every chance you get, you kiss him whenever the opportunity presents itself and the environment allows it, you hold his hand while you're on the jet. You make sure Spencer is on board for all of this though.

You always ask him if he's okay with it before. The last thing you want is for Spencer to feel uncomfortable with you.

He's never denied you though and your question is always received with a big smile on his face.

Despite being very responsive to your touches Spencer doesn't allow himself to outright ask for them. Your best guess is that it comes from a long line of people denying him these simple pleasures. The thought breaks your heart.

You two were in the elevator on your way to meet the rest of the team in the bullpen when it all sort of went south.

You were holding hands with Spencer and he subconsciously squeezes your hand a little once the doors open. You give him a smile and lean up to press a small kiss to his cheek.

He immediately turns bright red and you giggle. He's given up on asking you for their reasons. He's starting to accept that you like kissing him and that's reason enough.

He grins at you and you let go of your grip on his hand. You both walk to your respective desks and stuff your go bags under them.

Before you can make your way back to Spencer you spot JJ across the room seemingly headed straight to your desk.

You know JJ is Spencers best friend and while you admittedly had a hard time accepting that your boyfriends best friend was a woman he used to have a crush on, you decided that you had absolutely no reason not to trust Spencer. He was happy with you and JJ was married with kids after all. Hell, Spence is their godfather. There's no need to worry about either of them having feelings for the other. You're sure of it"

Plus, you really like JJ. She was the hardest to win over simply because she and Spencer were so close but she never treated you with hostility. She was kind and respectful but kept you at distance until she was sure you were right for Spencer. You would've been upset if you weren't so happy someone was looking out for him after all.

"Good morning JJ" you greet her happily.

It really had been a good morning.

You and Spencer woke up earlier than usual to eat breakfast together. He made you pancakes!

Or, at least he tried. They were a bit burned but you told him that they were the best pancakes you have ever had. And you meant it.

He, of course, turned bright red and refused to take the compliment so you shut him up with a kiss.

A kiss that said 'Thank you for making me breakfast. I love you and i can't wait to spend the rest of my life eating burned pancakes with you'.

"Hey Y/N i was wondering if you had a minute to talk. About Spence." JJ approached you with a certain worry in her eyes that immediately unsettled you.

"What do you mean? Did something happen? I just saw him a minute ago and he seemed fine" You say nervously. Was there something you overlooked?

You make a mental note to go through the events of this morning again.

"No, he's fine! It's not that. I just wanted to talk to you about how it's going with Spencer. You know, being a couple and all"

JJ seemed almost nervous.

You weren't sure what to think about that.

She never dug around in your business before and you don't think she's got any malicious intentions but it does throw you off a little bit.

"Did you have something specific in mind? We're doing great, JJ. I know you worry about him but i think he's happy with me"

You say proudly because you know he is.

He tells you every night when you two settle down to lie in each others arms to read for a bit.

That's code for Spencer reading to you while laying his head on your stomach and you playing with his hair.

You smile at the memory.

"Uh yeah i guess i do. I just don't want you to think of this as something personal but i think as his best friend i owe it to Spencer to talk to you about it"

She looks down at her feet seemingly uncomfortable but willing to go through with this.

You were shocked to say the least. What could she possibly have in mind that would potentially hurt your feelings? Your mind goes to the worst possible scenarios and it's giving you a good bit of anxiety.

JJ seems to spot the look on your face and grabs your hands.

"No, no, no it's nothing bad per se! Just something you should be aware of to avoid misunderstandings"

You let out a small breath and calm down a bit. You're still confused though. If it's so urgent, why wouldn't Spencer tell you himself?

You were curious though.

"Okay so what is this about then?"

JJ looks at you with a bit of pity in her eyes and you immediately decide you hate that look.

"It's just that, you know, Spence is a bit of a germaphobe and he just doesn't do very well with people invading his personal space. Not that you're invading his space! Gosh no, you're his girlfriend after all. It's just that it seems like he might be a bit overwhelmed. I know it's non of my business, but i think he's trying to be okay with the PDA because it's something you want. I'm all for expanding your comfort zones but i'm afraid Spence is not going to tell you himself"

She finishes her nervous rant and you felt your heart sinking.

Is that why he never asks for your touch? You thought it was because he was shy but maybe it's because it makes him uncomfortable.

Was he trying to protect your feelings by not denying you touch whenever you asked?

Or worse, did he think you would leave him if he put up some boundaries?

Your eyes are filled with unshed tears and you look down at your feet out of embarrassment. You don't want to see the look on JJ's face right now. You're humiliated and honestly just upset Spencer wasn't telling you all this himself.

"Oh. Well, i'm sorry. I didn't know. I thought we were okay but i'll make an effort to turn it down. Thanks JJ"

It's clear she wanted to say something in return but you already turned away from her to flee the scene. It was overwhelming and you didn't want her to see you cry over this.

You went to the only place you knew you could feel freely without having to downplay the whole thing.

Penelopes Office.

You knock twice at her door.

"Hey Pen, can i come in? Are you busy?"

She immediately opens the door and with it, her arms.

"Never too busy for you honey bun!"

You give her a sad smile and hug her tightly.

You sniffle a little and she closes the door behind you two.

"What's wrong Y/N? Did Spencer do anything? I'll kill him for you. I have about twenty seven different ways that would make it look like an accident! Perks of working for the FBI"

This actually makes you laugh and you immediately know you've made the right call coming to Garcia.

"It's more about what he didn't do. Pen, am i a bad girlfriend?"

She grabs your shoulders and pushes you out of her embrace to look at you.

"What? How could you possibly think that? Boy Wonder has never been happier and i've known the kid for a solid couple of years!"

You look down again with an empty smile

"Then why would he send JJ to tell me all about how uncomfortable i make him?"

Okay so maybe you were being a bit dramatic but it feels like he broke your trust by talking to JJ about it before talking to you. At least, you assume he did. Why else would she bring this up?

"He did what? Are you sure?"

You raise your arms in a frustrated manner.

"I don't know Penny all i know is that JJ had some thoughts on how to be in a relationship with Spence!"

Garcia looked shocked and it makes you laugh.

"Yeah, that was my initial reaction too"

She shakes herself out of it.

"Did you talk to Spencer about what he thinks?"

You look at her with sheepish eyes.

"I don't want to yet. I'm upset with him and honestly a little embarrassed. I just wish he would've told me certain things himself. I think i'm going to take a sick day, okay? Can you let Hotch know i'm out for today?"

She looks at you with understanding eyes and gives you a nod.

"Of course, Bunny. Take care. And don't forget that Spencer loves you!"

You smile and give her a nod in return.

"Yeah, i know"

And with that you're out the door and on your way to grab your bag from your desk.

Of course you end up running into the one person you don't want to talk to right now.

Spencer looks at you with a small smile and you give him one back. Admittedly, yours looks a bit forced but you don't have the energy to pretend right now.

"What are you doing?" He asks innocently. He must be unaware of your conversation with JJ.

"I- Uh i'm taking a sick day. I'm not feeling so well"

You try to avoid eye contact but you fail to ignore Spencers worried expression in your peripheral vision.

"Are you okay? Was it the breakfast? I told you you shouldn't have eaten the pancakes!"

He sounds so distressed you can't help but laugh.

You were still mad at him but he was just too cute for his own good.

Out of habit you raise your hand to plant it on the nape of his neck where you usually toy with his hair before kissing him.

Just as you were about to put your hand on him you shake yourself out of it and retreat it.

He looks at you with confused eyes.

"What's wrong?"

He asks you with sad eyes. He's giving you completely mixed signals and it's driving you insane. Did he suddenly want you to touch him?

"Nothing. I just- I'm really tired"

You look down at your bag and pick it up to make your way out of there.

Spencer grabs your hand and it causes you to stop in your tracks. You breath in and out and turn around to look at him once again.

"Are- I mean are you leaving now?"

He looks at you with an embarrassed glint in his eyes. But there's something more to it. He looks hopeful. Like he's expecting something.

Maybe he's waiting for you to kiss him goodbye like you always do says a small voice on the back of your head.

No, you shake your head, JJ was perfectly clear about these things.

"Yeah, i am. See you later okay?"

You say with a small smile. You weren't mad at him for not being comfortable with PDA. That's not it at all. You just wanted him to be the one telling you.

You squeeze his hand and he exhales a little.

"Yes! Yeah, um, we're still on for tonight right? Your place?"

He seems so nervous and it reminds you a lot of the first few dates you two had. He was so afraid of messing up, of being laughed at or rejected.

"Of course we are. I'll order us some Chinese"

You give him a real smile and he starts lighting up as well.

"Yeah i'd like that. See you, uh, tonight then"

He's still holding your hand and you squeeze it one more time before letting go.

As you step into the elevator you know that you two have a lot to talk about.

--timeskip approx. 8h--

You've spend all day trying to figure out how to talk to Spencer about what happened at work today. You didn't want to fight with him and you hope he's not going to try and shut you out.

All your worries pretty much wash away when you find Spencer at your door holding a beautiful arrangement of flowers.

When he finally reveals himself behind them you can't help but drag him inside and press a kiss to his lips. You smile into the kiss and it's not long before Spencer does the same. It's harder than it sounds like but you two aren't willing to separate yet so you keep kissing for a little longer before leaning back to accept the arrangement.

"Thank you, Spence. They're beautiful"

You push the curls out of his face and cup his cheek in your hand.

He leans into it and closes his eyes for a second

"Almost as beautiful as you"

It's barely a whisper but you heard him.

Putting the flowers down on the counter you don't waste a single second hugging him tight to your chest.

He hums in contentment and you melt into him.

You've missed him so much today. You weren't used to being at distance with him. Emotionally or physically.

Speaking of.

"Does that mean we're okay again?"

Spencer asks pressing small kisses to your neck.

You shutter slightly before leaning back to look at him.

"What do you mean? Were we not okay before?"

You brush the curls that have fallen back into his eyes away again and he looks at you with wide loving eyes.

"I don't know i thought we were but then you didn't- um i don't know you just left and i thought maybe i had done something to upset you?"

He looks nervous. Almost like he's afraid he's going to say something wrong. You give him a small sad smile and decide that now is as good of a time as ever.

"I didn't kiss you because i know you're not comfortable with that"

You weren't mad anymore. You had enough time to process what happened and you've come to the conclusion that Spencer must've had his reasons. You're willing to let him explain.

He on the other hand looks at you like you've grown a second head.

"What? No i- why would you think that?"

You huff out a breath and look at him for a moment with raised eyebrows. You really thought he was going to tell you now. Is he waiting for you to say it?

Spencer looked genuinely confused and upset you would even suggest such a thing. It makes you wonder if he talked to JJ at all.

"Look, JJ came to talk to me today and cleared some things up and honestly i'm not upset about what she said. Not really. I'm upset i had to find out from someone who wasn't you. You could've told me. You should have told me actually"

This didn't do anything to wipe off Spencers confused expression. If anything, his frown just got deeper.

"Y/N i seriously don't know what you're talking about. I haven't talked to JJ this week"

Now it's your turn to frown. Did he not know? Was it really just JJ making assumptions that weren't true?

"But she said- No it doesn't matter what she said. What matters is that i want you to tell me, right now, if my affections make you uncomfortable in any shape of form. It's okay if they do Spence! I know i'm a lot but it's important we're both okay with what's happening between us"

He stares at you with a mix of adoration and confusion.

"Of course i'm not uncomfortable with you! I would tell you if i was. It's not even like you're doing any of it without checking with me first! Why would i lie to you?"

You let out a frustrated huff.

"Because you don't wanna hurt my feelings! But it's okay. We're equals and we can set up boundaries if you want. All that matters to me is that you won't shut me out"

Spencer smiles at you and it confuses you. Why the sudden mood change? Not that you're complaining. His smile always did manage to make you feel better. This time is no exception.

He grabs your hands and pulls you closer again.

This is new. Not the hand holding, but the fact that Spencer is the one initiating it.

"I promise you i have never been more comfortable with a person. I don't know what JJ told you and i'm definitely going to have a talk with her about boundaries but as far as we go, i'm more than happy with where and what we are"

You give him a small laugh and he joins in.

You wrap your arms around his middle and bury your head in his chest.

"So you're okay with me kissing you or touching you in general? In front of the team"

He presses a small kiss to the top of your head.

"More than okay" He whispers

You smile and lift your head to give him a proper kiss. He grabs the side of your head and pulls you even closer.

Lips just millimeters apart you look him in the eyes and find nothing but love in them.

"Also, next time you leave work without kissing me goodbye i'll make a scene. No hesitation"

You laugh loudly and push him away. He playfully stumbles back a couple of steps and laughs with you. He shrugs his shoulders

"Try me"

You lean your head on his shoulder.

You don't even know what you were worried about anymore. Spencer has a way to make all the problems seem to minuscule. You can confidently say you've never been happier.

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bleeding hearts - adrian pucey (part two)

Description: Olive’s heart doesn’t only bleed for her brother Terence Higgs and their broken family life but also for Adrian Pucey who she’s been yearning for, for far too long. (Part Two of Three) Part one Word count: 5.1K Warnings: Family complications A/N: I've sectioned this off into 3 scenes just to break it up a bit more cause its longer. I hope you enjoy there's a little more Adrian fluff in this one.

peony (Pyrus)

The wind is chilly on the staircase leading up to the abandoned music rooms where you wait for Terence to meet you. A knot forming in your stomach while you re-read over the letter your mother sent this morning. She had been silent for weeks which wasn't always a bad sign but as the holiday season gets closer she got worse. She always hoped maybe just maybe her husband would come back to her and according to this letter he was.

“Hey” Terence grins ruffling your hair earning an annoyed but sombre look from you “What's wrong?”

"It's mum" you pause not knowing if you should say the next part of the sentence scared of his reaction "And dad"

"Dad? What do you mean dad?"

"He owled her, told her he wanted to meet us and see how everyone's doing'' you mention hesitantly.

Terence lets out a laugh "What happened? Did he run out of money 12 years later?" he shakes his head "No, not happening"

"She already said yes, his coming for Christmas" you mumble passing over the letter your mother sent this morning.

"Of course she did," he groans. The letter in one hand and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration with the other.

"Maybe it won't be so bad, maybe he changed, maybe he actually wants to get to know us. You know he wasn't all bad I think we ought to give him a chance to explain" you suggest but Terence gets up and starts pacing.

"I can't believe you want me to sit at a dinner with that man" He begins "I was 10 covering your ears while they fought no one was there to cover mine. I was the one picking mum up from the floor and holding her while she cried" His face is hot and there's a knot in his throat forming. He doesn't want to be saying this, he doesn't want to act like he's a victim but he is. He suffered just as badly losing his youth and now to damage control. "You might have been too young to remember but I sure as hell do"

You watch him go back and forth as your heart sinks further into your stomach. Ten is too young to be dealing with that. Ten is too young to be looking after someone who should have been looking after you. Ten is too young to be caring for a younger sibling when you cant even care for yourself properly.

"I'm the one studying my ass off to become something to help support you and mum because he left, while you dance around your little greenhouse dreams. I don't get that luxury" as soon as he says it Terence regrets it. He looks at you and your wide glazed-over eyes. You look small sitting on the stairs. It's almost like a repeat of when you were younger, waiting on the stairs for your parents to stop fighting tears in your eyes. He's not the one protecting you this time. "Sorry" he looks away ashamed "Sorry I don't know why I said that''

"It's okay" you look down at your hands tracing the lines in your palms to distract yourself from the burning on your eyes.

"No, I-"

"It's fine" you cut him off standing up walking down the last few steps "I should probably get going I think we're holding a party for Hannah's birthday so" you trail off "I'll see you later"

Terence watches you walk away, dread filling his body and pulling at his hair in frustration. He knows he shouldn't have said it and he knows you're going to think about it for weeks if not forever. Fuck.

Rushing through the halls to the Hufflepuff common room you can’t stop thinking about it. I don't have that luxury. I don't have that luxury. You barely remember getting through the doors but you collapse into your bed face planting your pillow. Little greenhouse dreams.

You're quiet for the next week trapped in your mind. Feeling selfish for wanting to become a florist while your brother sacrifices his own happiness. You've considered the different careers you could have but nothing fits, nothing feels like home and that makes you feel worse. Terence has tried to get your attention multiple times during meals in the great hall but you avoid gazing towards the Slytherin table. He knows you need time but it's time he doesn't want to give. The longer it is the worse it gets. Adrian notices the tension too and can only put two and two together.

You're sitting outside in the courtyard under one of the big trees and with the language of the flower book open in front of you. Years of reading this book, memorising the words on every page and each flower gone to waste. Looking up at the feeling of a tap on your right shoulder, no one there but Adrian appears to your left sitting next to you.

"The language of flowers" he announces. He became familiar with this book after seeing it in your hands for years. He leans against you to see the page you're on gently reaching over and taking it from your hands "Lily of the Valley" he hums fingers going over the notes you've made in the margins.

You nod, repositioning yourself to face him. You wonder if he thinks it's a stupid idea to become a florist too. If he finds you anymore selfish than Terence does.

"I’m beginning to think it might be a bit far fetched"

"What is?" Adrian questions straightening his back

"Wanting to be a florist, I would never have the money to have my own shop"

"You don't have to have your own shop to be happy" he frowns, closing the book and handing it back over. You take it and let it rest on your knee before you.

You stare at it for a moment not really knowing what to say. That's the problem isn't it? Being happy. You want to rip the book apart, scratch the words off the pages for being given a false hope. Instead you cover the book with your hand.

"Hey" he places his hand on top of yours "Just because Terence is an idiot who feels like he has to sacrifice the dreams he has, which no one asked him to do, it doesn't mean you should do the same'' his eyes are serious and assuring "be selfish for once" he squeezes your hand with a gentle smile. “Besides you can't give up your dream now, when I was in Diagon Alley I saw the herbology shop had a ‘help needed’ sign up so I left your name with the owner" he says casually picking at his winter coat to get off fluff.

"What the hell Adrian?"

"What? It's over the summer" you widen your eyes "I thought you'd be interested are you not?"

"I am but a little heads up would have been nice?"

"I'm telling you now, is that not enough?’

"You went to Diagon Alley a week ago?"

"I forgot" he grins and shrugs.

You push him slightly but thank him. Both agreeing to take a trip down the Diagon Alley one day to personally introduce yourself.

It's a date.

hazel (Corylus)

Lying on your bed you can see dust dance around in the sunlight that beams from the window above the bed. Something about this old castle made the dust feel like a requirement rather than a nuisance. It somehow made things feel comfier compared to the house you call home. Where dust was a sign of no one wanting to be stuck long enough inside to care of the appearance. You remember delegating the cleaning duties with Terence when Mum was at work. You'd do the living room and kitchen while he'd do the bathroom and everything else in between.

"We need to talk"

Your focus is broken and you sit up to see Terence standing at the edge of your bed. You move your legs and he sits across from you watching your record player spin the vinyl it holds. It's silent except for the soft melody, none of you really knowing how to begin and where this will go. It has only been a week but you notice small things have changed. Like the skin around his nails looks raw from picking at them which he always did when he was nervous. Something else that feels like your fault when it shouldn't.

"I'm sorry that you feel like you have to give up everything you dream to support us" you take a deep breath "I never wanted that for you and I want you to be happy. No ones asking you to do this"

He nods "I know"

"Then change it, if it's not too late" you beg.

"I don't need to do this but I want to" he assures. "I don't know why I blame you for it when I actively chose to do it to myself. That's not your fault and I never should have said what I did… really, I am sorry"

The record stops playing, clicking as the needle goes back to its spot.

"I guess part of me resents you for being able to live freely" he mumbles his picking at the skin around his nails and you want to reach out and hold his hand to stop it "but I love you and I want you to do what makes you happy"

"Terence" you don't even know where to start. You had a week to think about what you'd say when this conversation was going to happen but nothing. "I'm sorry you had to carry the burden for so long" your voice cracks.

"I'm glad I did so it didn't have to be you" His eyes glistened as he looked up at you. He’s attempting to fight back tears. You’ve never seen him cry.

Your body caves in front of you letting a sob escape your lips. You squeeze your eyes shut trying to stop yourself from letting the tears fall. It doesn't work. Terence grabs you bringing you close to his chest. Both a sobbing mess and leaving tear streaks on each other's tops.

Over the years you avoid talking about your father, your childhood not wanting to open the box of memories you both wanted to forget. The lack of communication caused resentment to build in Terence; weighing heavily on him for years. He knew he didn't have to change his career and he knew he didn't have to look after you anymore when you were old enough to hold your own. But you're his little sister. How could he leave you?

You both pull away, wiping your own eyes with a mix of sorry and it's okay. There's more you want to say but the words don't verbalise. You ensure that this won't be the first and last time you two confide in each other.

"Oh, I sent Mum a letter saying we'll be there Christmas"

"What changed your mind?" you question wiping the last of tears from your neck.

"Wanting to sock the guy in the face" he grins, spinning his arm around and pretending to throw a punch.

"Oh Merlin" you laugh pushing him away "I won't be holding you back"

"Don't expect you to... but I thought we might as well go so Mum doesn't have to be alone. We don't know what bullshit he'll try to pull. But I have one condition"

"What?"

"We stick together no matter what"

You smile, sticking out your pinky finger and he wraps his around yours. It was stupid but it was something you learnt from the muggle kids when you started primary school. Naturally you taught Terence who thought it was hilarious and idiotic to regard a pinky finger so highly compared to an unbreakable vow. But now you both use it regardless.

"Always"

As the days go past and it gets closer to Christmas everyone seems to be jumping with joy however you and Terence can't shake the nervousness. Adrian had somehow convinced you and Hannah to sit in the same cabin on the train as your brother, Miles and himself; which was something you had never done before. Terence doesn't seem to mind and for the first time in a while you feel included in the life he built for himself that he wasn't willing to share.

After settling into your shared bedroom back home Terence and yourself decorate the house to fit the holiday while your mum rushes around the house readying it for the joyous occasion you both dread. In an attempt to get away for a while you both walk down the road to bug Adrian and get him to come to Diagon Alley with you; which he agrees, he always does.

“Alright what's the game plan?” Adrian claps then rubs his hands together looking side to side whilst people rush past doing last minute Christmas shopping.

‘I guess we'll go to the herbology shop, your mum's and then we can go to anything else we need and then lunch at The Leaky Cauldron?’ you suggest.

‘Sounds good to me let’s go’

‘You guys go ahead I’ve got to check something in Gringotts. I’ll find you guys later’ Terence doesn't wait for your response as he walks into the crowd of people.

You want to question it but you feel Adrian wrap his arm around your shoulders leading you towards the herbology shop. Suddenly you feel sick. What if the owner doesn't like you, oh merlin what if he rejects you on the spot. That would for sure do it, you’d have to change major out of pure embarrassment.

Adrian opens the door and ushers you inside. You stand there and Adrian gestures to go up to the counter but you shake your head nervously. Adrian cocks his head to the side like come on. no. yes. no. You're going to make me do it aren't you?. Yeah.

He grabs your hand dragging you down the aisle to the counter where he dings a small bell. This grabs the attention of an old man at the back who walks out beaming at the sight of you. His long greying beard swishes as he walks and it kind of reminds you of Dumbledore. However you don't think Dumbledore would be caught dead wearing a pink and green apron.

‘I’ve been waiting for you to come back! Has university been keeping you busy?’

‘It's good to see you again and yeah always another test in the works from Snape. Job offer still open I hope?’ he questions squeezing your hand before letting it go and placing both hands on the counter.

‘Yes!’ he turns to you ‘I’ve heard great things about you from your boyfriend Olive. Top of your Herbology class, I’d be honoured to have you work with me’

It feels like your brain short circuited. Boyfriend?

“I would be honoured to work with you!” you manage to get out.

The man who introduces himself as ‘Mr Hornsby’ goes on to hire you. He spends his sweet time telling you that it brings him immense amounts of joy knowing his love for flowers, plants and everything in between will be passed on. Adrian spends this time wandering the shop running his fingers under the petals of flowers. Lily of the valley. Adrian thinks it's fitting; your happiness did seem to return.

You leave the Herbology shop and head towards Adrian's mum's dress shop. Opening the door the bell above rings and you hear Adrian's mum shout ‘I’ll be with you in just a second!’

You’ve only been in here a handful of times. The garments are beautiful and each unique. Adrian's mum often gets tickets to the fashion shows that showcase the latest trends making her newest designs always in fashion. Only another reason to remind you that his life is out of a movie. Adrian walks to the back and you stay at the front.

You hear a commotion in the back and you see Adrian’s mum rush out “OLIVE OH HOW LOVELY TO SEE YOU” you laugh and hug her “Oh you get more beautiful every time, no wonder Adrian talks so much about you at home”

‘Mum’ Adrian warns, daggers shooting out of his eyes and he turns away not wanting to make eye contact with you.

Mrs Pucey brushes it off and ushers you to the side “How is your mum doing hm? Adrian told me about the dinner if you need anything just send an owl I'll come over”

“Oh no I'm sure it will be fine thank you though” you assure not being able to ignore the flush rising to your cheeks.

She nods and dramatically rushes over to a purple dress, the fabric waving through her hands “Adrian don’t you think this dress would suit Olive?”

Adrian looks at the dress and back at you, eyes flickering up and down your body causing you to suddenly feel self conscious. His mouth opens and shuts “Yes, I mean I guess maybe?”

“Oh you're hopeless, there goes me asking for your help over the summer” She waves her hand at him “Are you both going on a lunch date? Let me give you some money, get yourselves something nice”

You and Adrian both immediately decline the offer and she both looks at you sternly holding out a palm of coins “I’m a mother this is my job, now take the money”

Adrian makes wary eye contact with you but takes the money against his will. Mrs Pucey smiles, patting his cheek and tells you to come by again soon, especially to the house. ‘I’ve redecorated’ she sighs happily. You promise her you will.

Terence is quiet at lunch using his fork to move around the same pea back and forth. You want to ask but you don't want to pry. He would tell you if it was important right? You did promise to talk more. So you leave it.

yellow carnation (Dianthus Caryophyllus)

'She's delusional" Terence mutters under his breath as he walks past to place the plates at the dinner table. You feel bad agreeing but he's right. Part of you doesn't even believe he'll show up today let alone stay. The house was spotless, the most clean you’d ever seen it. She kept mumbling the words ‘be nice, don't start anything, he’s coming all this way to see us, be nice’

The doorbell rings and you and Terence shoot worried glances at each other. This is real? Is this happening?. Terence stands slightly in front of you and you feel like a kid again. Protected by your big older brother, some things never seem to change. When he walks through the door your mother is ever so welcoming it's as if the sleepless nights she cried and the body aches of working two jobs never happened. How was she so willing to open her home and arms to a stranger? He looks different, older and rougher. Shirt not even tucked in, tie hanging loosely around his neck. Did he even try? His cologne not even beginning to mask the smell of alcohol clinging to his skin. The version of him you had as a kid was better.

He shakes Terence's hand much to your brother's dismay and you can't see his face but you can tell he's not impressed. Then it's your turn. His hands on your cheeks squishing your face like your 8 years old again "You've grown up so much!". Don't touch me. "Hug your father, he came all this way!". Get off me.

Dinner was a ticking time bomb. Generic conversation. No one mentions the elephant in the room, the fact he left. Where did you go dad? Where have you been for 12 years dad? No one asks and he pretends it didn't happen. The sound of forks scraping against the plates made you shiver and the smell of him sticks to your nose. Was he always like this? Was this why Terence loathed him?

You excuse yourself to go hide in the bathroom for a bit needing to get away before you would say something you’d regret. Closing the door behind you, you let out the breath you felt like has been there since he walked through the front door. Staring at yourself in the mirror you point out the facial similarities you have with him. You hated it. You want to splash the water from the sink onto the mirror so you can distort the image in front of you. You weren't him and neither was Terence.

Doing this was a mistake.

After a considerable amount of time you decide you’ll have to go back before someone comes knocking on the door worried. Your feet drag against the wooden floors and before you can even sit down a question is being sent your way.

“So Olive, have you found any worthy suitors to marry after you finish Hogwarts? Your mother tells me you’ve had your eye on someone for a while”

Laughter fills the air from your mother and Terence won't even look up from his plate. Had he asked this to Terence while you were in the bathroom?

“Why would I discuss that with you?” you question hands gripping the back of your chair you had yet to pull out. How dare he ask me about marriage when he couldn't even save his own, when he didn't even have enough in him to stay. How dare he even allude to Adrian. He doesn't deserve to have his name in his thoughts.

"Because I'm your father" he states almost like it's a joke.

"Hardly" you scoff. It's coming and you're not sure you want to hold yourself back this time.

"Enough Olive" your mum snaps trying to cut you off. Don't start this. Not now, not today.

"No" you mirror her attitude "Who was there to check for monsters under the bed when I was scared? Terence. Who was there to read to me to sleep? Terence. Who taught me how to ride a bike and cleaned my wounds when I fell? Terence. The family down the street has looked after me more than you ever have. You don't get to call yourself my father, you don't deserve that right"

It's silent for what feels like forever and you want to move to walk away but your legs won't budge. You just stare into this stranger's sad dilated blood shot eyes. There's a tinge of regret that stems in your heart but you won't apologise. Turning to glance at Terence, he has a small smile planted on his face and seems proud. He walks to you standing arm to arm, pinky finger wrapping around yours. Assurance.

“She’s right, why are we sitting here acting like we’re a happy and normal family. You left us all for years and you come in here wanting to come back?” Terence asks but he doesn't wait for an answer “We never needed you then and we don't need you now"

"I see" He looks between his children "Lovely dinner Marianne but I should get going"

Your mother follows him as he makes his way towards the door. She's telling him not to go, to stay a bit longer, for desert at least, she’s made a lovely chocolate cake, his favourite but he doesn't entertain the thought. When he's long gone you and Terence clean up the table like you always do and mum doesn't look at either of you for the rest of the holiday break. She doesn't even bid you a farewell when you leave for Hogwarts on Sunday afternoon. You understood to some extent. You threw away the first opportunity she had to reconnect with him and maybe she was so blinded by her want to have him back she didn't see his flaws. They never do.

On the platform that Sunday afternoon your eyes scan the crowd looking for a particularly tall dark haired boy who Terence sees first nudging you and then calling out to him. You watch as he struggles his way through everyone to get to you.

‘Hey, how’d it go with your mum?’ Adrian asks, setting down his suitcase beside his legs and fixing his wonky-looking scarf. You eye him confused, it wasn't his usual Slytherin scarf. It looked like someone had gone and pulled some of the thread out and tried to stuff it back in to look normal.

‘Terrible but she’ll be okay she always is’ Terence nods “How was your Christmas?”

“Not bad” he pauses “My grandma taught me how to knit'.

“That explains it then' you laugh whilst Terence shakes his head “Mateee”

Adrian shrugs “I'd like to see you try”

"'I'd do a bloody better job than that"

“Yeah whatever Higgs, let's get on the train before we lose our cabin” Adrian picks up his things and lines up to board the train, you follow.

Spotting Miles and Hannah who are sitting a bit too close to each other with a light shade of blush covering Hannah's cheeks, you all join their cabin. Struggling to put your suitcase in the top bunks Adrian grabs one side helping you and you can't help but glance at his hands. Noticing ink stains covering the skin from his little finger to palm.

“What happened there? Forget how to use a quill?”

“I was given a new one but it bleeds a lot more than my other. I think I’ll have to go back to my old one” he sighs inspecting the hand in front of him “Looks a bit stupid doesn’t it?”

“Just a little” biting your lip you sink down into the seat and he joins you while Miles and Hannah rush out of the cabin as the train sets off. You pretend not to see the slight hand holding.

Hours into the trip Terence sits staring out the window watching the scenery fly past without talking. Adrian keeps the conversation going and you both agree to play a game of hangman or probably multiple given the length of the trip. Adrian bends down sifting through his carry on bag for his notebook or spare paper to use and you laugh at him in awe as he accidentally reveals a worn out bear plush. He threatens to throw it at you and you giggle, putting your hands up in defence.

“I’m moving out,” Terence says suddenly and you turn your smile disappearing from your face.

Adrian pauses shuffling through his bag and looks between you and Terence awkwardly. "I'm gonna see where the food cart is" he quickly gets up and leaves. But you aren't listening. All you can do is stare at Terence with a million thoughts running in your mind.

"You're moving away?"

"Yeah, I've been putting money aside in Gringotts for a while".

"Oh, okay"

‘Are you mad?’

‘Course not, you can't be my roommate at home forever can you?’ you laugh awkwardly rubbing your sweaty palms on your jeans. “In fact you’re probably doing me a favour, maybe I'll get some more sleep without your snoring” You're rambling trying to fill the awful silence you know will suffocate the room if you don't.

“Right” There's a tinge of worry in this voice, he knows. He always knows.

“Adrian said he was going to the food cart right? Reckon he’ll get me a chocolate frog?” you mumble as you get up and struggle with opening the door.

Out of the cabin you shuffle past the groups congregating in the small passageway. You can hear the wheels of the food cart getting further away which means Adrian has to be close by and there he is in all his glory. Holding two chocolate frogs he sees you and smiles holding one out and you take it. Both leaning against one of the walls you open your frog and before you get the chance to take a bite it jumps out to the floor scurrying away. You stare at it hopelessly. Adrian lets out a breathy laugh and offers his half eaten one and you take it looking miserable.

"You okay?"

"Yeah…did you know?"

"I thought he would have told you by now. I'm sorry"

You shake your head "No need to apologise"

You weren't angry about Terence moving away. Maybe it was more being left out of the process. Maybe it was the fact you already struggled with getting your brother's attention and he lived in the same castle as you. Would you be begging to be a part of his life if he lived somewhere else? But you don't want to think about it because as people continue to move past Adrian gets closer and closer being squashed against you.

“You know I’d really love a special Pucey made scarf” You comment pulling gently at it and he rolls his eyes.

“Mm it will cost you though”

“What! You’re making your best friend pay? zero stars”

“It is high quality stuff”

“Clearly” you laugh picking out a loose strand.

You stay a bit longer, against each other talking about the holidays. He tells you how his family celebrated his birthday early and that his grandma had a bit too much to wine. That's why the scarf spell didn't work too well that night but he wore it anyway cause it made his grandma happy. God he was perfect. Adrian walks in front of you on the way back to Terence and as you walk past an open cabin Graham Montague pops his head out “Hey Little Higgs can we talk?”

You stop and look to each side of you questioning if he's actually talking to you. “Yeah… what's up?”

“Uh, I was wondering if you could help me with the herbology stuff before exams. Got blasted by my parents over the holidays because I'm kind of failing. Heard you were the best person to ask” He’s avoiding your eyes and you can guess it's out of embarrassment.

“Sure just let me know when” you say simply, not wanting to make it a big deal. Tutoring was normal and everyone struggles with something. Adrian would know he was carrying you in potions without a doubt.

“Thanks, appreciate it. Don’t tell Terence he’ll kick my ass” he says suddenly and then closes the carriage door turning back to his friends.

You stand there for a moment almost wanting to laugh. What? When you start walking again, Adrian waits a bit further up “What was that all about?”

“Nothing” you grin. Graham Montague sucked at herbology.

Part Three

Taglist: @limerenze @lilyswh0re @ghostofscarley @siriuslydestiny @imma-too-many-fandoms (lmk if you want to be added <3)

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jjmaybanksbaby · 3 years

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Where It Leads (Rafe Cameron)

Summer IV

Part 07: Crashing Down

series masterlist | previous part

summary: A jarring family emergency forces you to consider the future of your relationship with Rafe Cameron.

a/n: I'm a little bit emotional about this series ending because I've had so much fun writing it! Enjoy the last part and, as always, please come share your reactions with me in my inbox. Okay, that's all from me!

word count: 2.1k words

Rafe Cameron knew how to text. He was somehow witty, charming, and hilarious all in less characters than a single tweet. Texting with most boys was like talking to a brick wall: single-syllable answers, unironic uses of punctuation, asking “What are you wearing?” before even listening to how your day went. Though, to be fair, Rafe had asked that same question a few times, which always earned him a sarcastic answer in return. Well, except for that one time.

You’d been forced to spill the beans about your dreamy summer romance to Alice and Kensie after one of Rafe’s funnier texts almost made you pee yourself laughing at the lunch table.

“Oh, so he’s a stud muffin,” Alice announced, peering over Kenzie’s shoulder at the photo on your phone.

“Please god don’t call anyone a stud muffin ever again Al,” Kenzie replied.

“What? The 80s are like making a comeback.”

“Yeah, not that,” you countered and Alice huffed.

“He’s totally hot though,” Kenzie said, handing the phone back to you. “And I kinda hate you for not telling us about him.”

You looked down at the picture. Rafe was kissing your check while you grinned up at the camera, the golden hour lighting made the whole thing look rather enchanting. It was your favorite picture of you and him.

“Oh shit,” Kenzie said causing you to look up from the phone. “You’re like in love in love with him.”

“What? No,” you protested. Yes, your brain corrected.

Kenzie glanced over at Alice for backup.

“Besides, I wasn’t hiding him. I just didn’t know if there was anything there to...tell,” you finished.

“I wish I had a handsome summer fling with spectacular cheekbones,” Alice sighed.

“Don’t let your boyfriend hear you saying that.” Kenzie chucked a fry off her tray at Alice who dodged it expertly.

“Oh, please. Matty knows I would dump his ass for someone who looks like a young Chuck Bass any day of the week. Gimme your phone. I wanna see the photos again y/n.”

“I seriously don’t know how you and Matthew have been together for two years,” Kenzie replied.

“Are you kidding? They’re practically made for each other,” you added.

“The phone, please,” Alice interjected. “I wanna thirst over your mans while my boyfriend is sucking up to his English teacher so she doesn’t fail him. Of course, I told him he needed to actually read Wuthering Heights and not just sparknotes it. But did he listen? No. I picked a real winner y’all,” she finished, taking the phone from your outstretched hands. “You sure Rafe doesn’t have any brothers? Not even like a half-step brother?”

So yeah, going great. Against the odds of three thousand miles, the whole thing was somehow working. Long-distance friends with benefits? Check. Well, except for those moments when that nagging feeling in your stomach came back and you’d start overthinking everything. His texts would sit, unread in your phone for days or even a whole week, slowly sinking to the bottom of your messages.

Then came the call from the Kildare Country Hospital in the early hours of a foggy April morning. You should have gone to sleep hours ago but were still up, desperately trying to cram Maria’s lines into your brain while also texting Rafe. The Sound of Music opened in three weeks and your director had already chewed you out twice for not being off-book, something about being an upperclassman and the lead, and what kind of an example were you setting for the rest of the program. Big speeches were kind of your director's thing, you learned to just ride them out.

Around 1 a.m. your phone ran with an incoming FaceTime call from Rafe. You pressed the green acccept button, a smile spread across your face as Rafe’s own filled the screen.

“Hey Broadway Star.”

“Hi Rafe.” The dim lighting of his bedroom made his feature especially striking. “What are you still doing up?”

“Can’t sleep. Plus you’re up too so. How’s the memorizing going?”

“Shitty,” you replied, closing your binder with a sigh. “I’m too tired to do anymore of it tonight anyway.”

“You know, I was thinking I could come to Oregon for your opening night?”

“Really?” The possibility of Rafe sitting in the audience made your heart race.

“Yeah, why not? I’ll ask Ward if I can borrow the plane that weekend and I bet Sarah’ll want to come too. I wanna see my girl kill it. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Rafe. You know my friends think you’re hot.”

“Oh, do they?” Rafe replied, rolling over onto his back in his bed.

“Don’t let it get to your head, Cameron.”

The home phone ran but you ignored it, much more invested in your conversation with Rafe. The second time the hospital left a message. Your Nonna’s heart had given out. The prognosis wasn’t good. She had barely any time left.

Your heart dropped as the words echoed over the speaker of the answering machine.

“Rafe,” you said, cutting him off momentarily. “I gotta go. I’ll call you back later. I gotta-” you ended the call before Rafe even had the chance to respond. You dropped your phone on the kitchen table, dashing up the stairs to your parents’ bedroom. Your father was booking a flight for your mother back to the Outer Banks minutes later.

The end had come so quickly, so unexpectedly. It was almost like that made it harder. There'd been just enough time for your mom and uncle to get to the Outer Banks, sitting on each side of your Nonna as her final breaths passed through her lungs. Now, everyone was there to say goodbye one last time. Uncle Austin and his fiancé. Your mom and dad. Both your siblings. The entire population of Figure Eight.

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Rain drizzled down from the dark, gray clouds looming overhead. It was as if Mother Nature was mourning your Nonna too, hiding the sunshine away.

Three baby ducks followed their mama into the man-made pond at the edge of the cemetery. You watched their tiny feet kick up small waves disturbing the peaceful water and the tears silently slipped down your face.

The cars were waiting to take you back to your Nonna's house for the wake. The same house with the for-sale sign now stuck in the front yard. The for-sale sign with Rose's patronizing grin that you were starting to really hate. Your dad had handled that. Listing the house. He'd handled most of the funeral arrangement's actually because your mother had been too sunken into her grief to make any decision. Sending out the invitations, picking out your Nonna's casket, choosing the flowers. Your mother clung to him during the entire funeral, weeping into his shoulder.

“Y/n?” Rafe's voice called out from behind you and you turned to see him walked toward you. He’d stood at the back of the church with his family during the funeral. You had longed for him to be sitting in the first pew next to you, to have had his hand to hold onto to ground you, but it hardly would have been appropriate. Your Nonna would have sooner risen from the dead than have had a Cameron front row at her funeral.

As soon as he was close enough, Rafe reached for you, pulling your body tight into him. Your head landed on his chest and the sobs came moments later. God, he always smelled the same. He just let you cry, holding you close, smoothing his hand over your hair.

“I know you’re selling your grandma’s house but I was thinking you could stay with me for the summer," he said as your tears began to slow. It was hard to imagine that you wouldn't return to the Outer Banks once school let out. It was the first week of May already and you could feel the tourist-attracting town waking up. But selling the house just made more sense. Your older sister was already living her life in New York, a real adult life. Next summer, you'd be moving out too, headed to college. The house would sit empty for eight months out of the year, your family couldn't keep it and your uncle certainly didn’t want it. Selling it just had to happen.

You stepped back, slipping out of his embrace. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Rafe.”

“Why not?”

“Cause we’re like Romeo and Juliet.”

“I copied Cleo’s notes for that unit," he joked, trying to lighten to damp mood. “Plus I was never a fan of Leo DiCaprio so I didn’t finish the movie either.”

“It means we’re not supposed to be together, you and me. And whenever we try, the universe rips us apart. We hurt each other.”

Rafe shifted awkwardly on his feet, clearly wanting to reach for you again but stopping himself from doing it. “But I can't lose you.”

You reached your hand out, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. “Oh Rafe, don’t you get it? You never really had me.” You stood up onto your tiptoes to kiss him just like you had the first time three years ago. Rafe barely parted his lips, kissing you back gently. Your hand cupped his face, your thump stroking over his cheek. It was a goodbye. Both of you knew it. It was an ending and this was your closure. You pulled away, your hand falling away from his face.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say the actual words. Your eyes fell to the ground. You needed to walk away now. You side-stepped Rafe but he grabbed your waist, turning you back around to face him.

“So that’s it? You’re not even gonna try to fight for us?”

“What even is there to fight for, Rafe? I’ve been fighting for us for the past four years. If we were supposed to be together that car wouldn’t have crashed into ours, I wouldn’t have fallen for Evan when I did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation at my Nonna’s funeral. What? Are we supposed to do long distance for all of college? I hardly know who I am right now. I have no idea who I’ll be in the next four years. Our future selves might not even like each other. I’m not gonna wait around for you Rafe and I would never ask you to do that for me.” You twirled the small, star charm between your fingers, a nervous habit you'd developed over the past year. His eyes dropped down to your neck momentarily and his adam's apple visibly bobbing as he swallowed his next weeks.

“You were it for me, you know. I tried to give a fuck about anyone else but I couldn’t get your gorgeous, stupid face out of my mind. I only wanted you.” Rafe paused gauging your reaction “I was falling in love with you.”

Your eyes wandered over his stoic expression. “The feeling was mutual, Rafe Cameron.”

He dropped your wrist but you both stood, not moving or saying anything. “Do you wanna walk me back to the car?”

“Yeah.” He reached for your hand, interlocking your fingers. Your other hand held onto his bicep so you walked together through the graveyard back to the parking lot.

The moment felt precious and delicate, like the fragile china your Nonna used to collect. You wondered what would happen to all that china.

Rafe placed a chaste kiss on your lips before opening the door of the car.

“I’ll miss you,” you said, the words hanging in the air meaning so much.

“Me too,” Rafe agreed.

You wanted one more kiss, one more passionate declaration of how much this all had meant but that would make leaving Rafe so much more impossible.

You climbed into the car, dropping Rafe’s hand in the process.

“See you around Cameron.” You knew it wouldn’t happen but it felt better than a goodbye.

He smiled back. “Maybe so.”

Perhaps Rafe was right and you’d both end up at a small liberal arts college in California taking the same second-year Econ class with a professor who always smelled like weed. Perhaps the stars would align and two of you would realize the universe wasn’t trying to keep you apart. It was just waiting for the right moment to show you that the love you had for each other was the soulmates, forever and ever kind of love. Perhaps you would get married and Sarah would be your maid of honor, of course. You’d buy back your Nonna’s house to raise your troubling-making kids in. Perhaps, you would find your way back and wake up each day and choose each other again and again.

Or perhaps, he'd always be your right-person-wrong-time. And, in the end, the passing days will steal away your memories of the blue-eyed boy from the Outer Banks.

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animesmutfest · 3 years

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Hawks x Reader

You look at the clock in disbelief as the hand strikes twelve. You sat on the couch drinking wine with tears running down your face. Your husband is no where to be found. Again. Its your fourth anniversary and he has not been home at all today. Suddenly you hear the door unlock but you don't even look your just take another sip of your wine. You could tell he was at least tipsy as he stumbles in the house. He looks over to you and see your cup and tear streaked face. Walking closer he realized you’re dressed up and a card lays on the cushion next to her reading happy anniversary. Before he could even speak you start. "Two years. You haven't been here for an event for two years. You've missed even our own daughters birthdays." You say seething with anger. "Y/n listen" he starts. "You know what Kiego?! You can go fuck yourself! Get the hell out!" You scream at hawks throwing his jacket and shoes at him. "Come on Y/N do you really want to end things like this? Please don't give up on me!" He says pleading. "You have missed every single family event the past two years. If you want to drown in a bottle or use work as an excuse, me and our daughter deserve better than that!" You scream while crying. hawks now crying as well sinks to the floor realizing that you wear right. Every single family event for the past two years he has either been working or drinking. "Ill stop drinking babe! I wont ever drink again if that's what you want!" He cries. "I don't want you to do anything but be the man i thought i married. But i cant even trust you to do that considering you're never here" you shout. "Okay y/n ill leave. But i promise you I'm going to do better from here on!" He says walking out the door.you close it behind him and sink to the bottom balling your eyes out. His heart breaks as he hears your cries, the cries that he caused.

He gets in his car and drives to a hotel to give you space. At the hotel he cry's into his bottle of jack thinking about the facts and the facts are her has not been there for his own family. His two year older daughter ember is 3 and he hasn't been to her 2nd or 3rd birthday parties. He's always just told y/n something came up. "I really am a pathetic excuse of a man. My wife is perfect and my daughter is my pride and joy but I still do shit like this. I'm never fucking around when I need to be" he says crying harder. Back at the house y/n pretty much cried herself to sleep. The next day you send him a text telling him to stay away until he can prove to his family that we come first. He gave a simple okay response. You spend the day with ember playing with her and cooking dinner for her. Once you put ember to bed you head to your own room. You lay in bed with no one beside you and the loneliness makes you cry again. "I just wish he was here" you say as you drift asleep.

Six months later:

A few months ago I was strong enough to invite him over for dinner. Ember was with her grand parents as to not be involved in our issues. We made a deal that he would stay at a hotel and every weekend he can come over for dinner. So far he has made more time for our family than he ever has. He even has a glow on him now that he isn't drinking. That's right, he stopped drinking after that night. And tonight after six long and lonely months you really wanted him back home. He invited you out on a date at a nice restaurant and your mom offered to keep ember. You hear the doorbell ring as you make your way down stairs. He's wears a nice pair of pants and a button down. And this is what you have on with your hair in a pony tail.

"Wow... you look stunning babe" he says blushing. "Thank you kiego" you say blushing as well. You both leave and head to the restaurant. Once you are there the staff seat you and bring a bottle of wine. "Oh sir I don't drink thank you though" he says pushing the bottle away. "You sure you don't want any?" You asks. "No love I'm good you enjoy yourself" he says smiling. Impressed you start talking to him about how he's been and how work is. Come to think of it you haven't seen him even look at a drop of alcohol since that night. After a while he grabs your hand and looks into your eyes. "I miss you y/n and I miss ember" he says kissing your hand gently. "We miss you too kiego" you say softly. "I've been thinking a lot and would it be too forward of me to ask if I could stay over tonight?" He asks putting his head down a bit waiting to be rejected again. You have seen his efforts and he really has gotten better. Plus I really do miss him. You think to yourself blushing a bit. "You can come home kiego" you say shyly. His face lit up and he rested his forehead on your hand in relief. "Thank god..." he says as a single tear falls down his face. "C-can I kiss you y/n?" He asks. You grab his blazer and your lips crash onto each other's. You pull away blushing and ask him to take them home. He happily complies and after paying they head home.

As soon as they open the door you pull him into another kiss but this one more aggressive. His wings puff up a bit as things heat up. He takes his blazer off and pulls you close to him deepening your kiss. He pushed your back against the wall sliding his hand up your dress and grabbing your ass. You moans into the kiss at his touch and his mouth slowly moved down to your jawline then neck. Your moans are light as your hands rubs on his arms. "Can I please take you baby? It's been so long and I think I might lose my mind." He asks desperately. "Please kiego" you moan. He picks your up with your legs around his waist and walks you upstairs to the bedroom. He kicks open the door and places you on the bed with him between your legs. His mouth attacking your neck desperately searching for your voice. As your hands feel all over one another his head trails down to your panties and he licks your clit through the fabric making your body tingle a bit. "Don't tease me baby... please, I really need it" you say squirming. He smirks "As you wish baby" and slides your panties to the side and he begins to devour you. "Fuck~!” You moan as you tug on his hair a bit from the pleasure but also trying to show resistance. You use your hand to muffle your moans but this made him stop completely. He looks up at you with feral eyes. "I haven't touched you in over 6 months baby... move that fucking hand and let me hear you." He growls at you. His eyes even looked different as if he was truly an animal And you were his prey. You do as your told and slowly move your hand. He wastes no time going back to his meal. His hands now gripping your thighs to keep you in place as he slides his tongue inside you. "K-kiego ngh yes baby~" you moan loudly as you squirm under him.

He repeatedly moves his muscle in that motion and slurping you up as he pulled out. "I fucking missed you dove... your taste is even more delicious" he groans as he gently sucks on your clit. Your hips buck into his mouth as pleasure consumes you making you feel like melting into him. Minutes went by like this as you’re edged closer and closer. His mouth creating lewd noises as you gush over and over again. But soon to feel a tremendous pressure in the pit of your soul. Your moans slowly becoming whimpers. "I can feel it baby... cum for me dove" he groans as he laps at your throbbing pussy. Your breathing becoming quite heavy as he worked for your juices. "I-I I'm cumming ki- fuuuck" you moan wildly as he laps up your cum faster than it can come out of you. He suddenly takes one of his feathers making it sharp and cuts off both of your clothes before he lines himself up with your pussy. He shoves himself completely inside you unexpectedly causing you to cum again. Your mind melting as you clentch hard around him. He looks at you and leans down to your face. "Did my baby just cum from me putting it in?" He smirks. You nod shaking as your hands wrap around his neck. Without another word you kiss him deeply as he starts thrusting into your tight pussy. "I-I'm so sorry baby I can't control myself" he growls as he then pulls out of you and aggressively flips you on all fours and shoving himself back into you. You cry out in pleasure as he pounds into you at inhumane speeds. His hand digging into your hip and the other gripping your arm behind your back. You feel another climax close as your skin collides over and over again.

Feeling you grip him tighter he slows down a bit but slams into you as hard as he can again and again. "Yes! Yes! Yes baby aaahhh Break me!!!!" You cry out and after a few thrusts like that you begin to squirt all over the bed. He stops amazed at what just happened. "Damn baby... I didn't know you could do that" he says blushing. You couldn't speak just moan and pant. "Let's try that again shall we?" Flipping you on you back and lifting your hips to meet his while you upper body still on the bed. "This time I wanna see it" he says licking his lips. He slides back in and goes at it like he never left. He loved the way you looked right now. Feral and completely destroyed because of him. He drools at the sight of your wet pussy being filled by him, by the way your breasts bounced harshly because of his thrusting. Your completely a mess under him barely being about to say anything besides incoherent words and whimpers. Soon you feel that strange sensation again as you neared another orgasm. "Ki! Aahh daddy~" you cry out as you grip his thighs. "Do it baby!" He moans and with that you being to squirt all over his lower stomach, cock and legs. This time much more intense as your mind went hazy for a few moments. He doesn't stop though and thrusts into a few more times before slowing down and running his hand on your stomach. "I think it's time we gave ember a sibling~" he moans. Your eyes weakly looked at his and all you could do was smile. He thrusts into you one final time as his shoots his cum deep in your womb. "God b-baby you feels so good" he moans as his cock twitches inside your throbbing pussy. You both catch your breath before cleaning up the bed and yourselves before falling asleep.

The next morning the sun beams through the room as you wake up. Kiego sleeping peacefully next to you. You kept thinking about last night blushing from what he said about giving ember a sibling. "Well if that's true then maybe I should help him out achieving that goal" you think to yourself smirking. You knew he was a heavy sleeper so you crawl between his legs and slipped his boxers off. You grab his already hard cock and slowly pump him causing his muscles to jump a bit. After a few pumps you slowly lick around the tip and suck on it softly. He moans in his sleep and his breathing pattern become irregular. You then smirk and shove him completely in your throat quickly and wastes not a moment deep throating him. He wakes up moaning loudly pulling back the blanket staring at you with a red face. "B-baby what ahh~" his moans not allowing him to speak properly. You ignore him and climb on top slowly sinking yourself down on him. His head falling back into the bed from the pleasure. You roll your hips into his instead of bouncing making both of you moan aloud. You pull him back up and wrap your hands around his neck while he’s gripping your waist. His mouth sucking on your neck harshly leaving marks everywhere his tongue danced. "I'm so close baby~" he moans into you and he thrusts into you. You throw your body back and grip his thighs as you bounce on his cock forcing your skin to slap against his own.

His grip tightens as he nears his climax. Your pace quickens as you chase your own climax as well. "Feels s-so good daddy~" you moan into the air as you clench around him. "Shit dove I-I'm gunna cum" he moans as sweat beads on his forehead. "Fill me up d-daddy. I want it deep inside~" you moan as you cum hard on his cock. He fucks you back harder and soon after he feels himself about to cum. "Fuck yes baby! Mmmmph shiiit~" he growls as his cum fills you deep. You lean forward keeping him inside you and kiss him passionately. He grabs the back of your head deepening the kiss slipping his tongue in. He pulls back and looks into your wild eyes panting. "What's gotten into you?" He says. "You said you wanted to give ember a sibling so I thought I'd help you out" you say smirking. He laughs a bit before kissing you again. "Then let's spend the day making sure we achieve that goal. What do you say love?" He says as he gets hard again still inside you making you moan. "Yes daddy" you say.

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chickwiththepurpleguitar · 3 years

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stack! stack! stack! 📚

sunnie loml /p

writer bot started repeating so I had to roll it a couple times lol but final numbers that I haven't talked about before were 1, 5, 16, and 27.

1. Alex comes out to Reggie FIRST-- ok this fic I've talked about a lot because it has been Fighting Me Forever. Recently, however, I realized it was trying to do too many things at once and cut it down so hopefully I'll be able to finish it relatively soon. Snippet under the cut.

5. cause there we are again in the middle of the night FINAL CHAPTER-- i don't want to spoil the ending here, but I'll put a snippet under the cut, although I might start it over cause this one has been fighting me too :(

16. bobby musical angst mwahahahaha-- prompt from the lovely @starlight-17011-a: The boys watch the musical Rent. Either they go to haunt Bobby and see him and Carrie watching it or the whole group is doing a family movie night. Bobby gets sad when certain songs or lines are sung. I don't have a lot more thoughts about this yet but. It will be sad :)

27. My Name Is Luke/Bobby Post-Orpheum-- THE OFFICIAL ALL TOO WELL SEQUEL FIC. I’ve had plans for this for literally ever but I can’t write it until I finish a bunch of other fics in this series. I forget how much I’ve told you about this before but basically. Present-tense 2020 scenes involving Luke reuniting with Trevor after he finds out the version of My Name Is Luke he recorded is made up of a bunch of really gay drafts Luke wrote and hid in the studio. Past-tense 95 scenes of BobbyRayRose ANGST. Julie being awkwardly like “heyyy uncle trevor... here’s your exboyfriend, he’s in my ghost band. now.... talk!” etc. It’ll be Long.

Send me a book emoji and I’ll tell you about one of my wips!

Alex comes out to Reggie snippet:

“This is the life, man,” Reggie says, grinning, his face and shirtfront splattered with rum raisin ice cream. “We should do this more often.”

Alex smiles, stirring his melting cup of lemon sorbet into yellow soup. He doesn’t actually like lemon very much, but the ice cream shop was out of raspberry, and Alex didn’t bring his Lactaid pills so he can’t gorge himself on mint chocolate chip ice cream like he wanted to. “We can’t bring Luke, though. Can you imagine him on this much sugar? He’d never sit down.”

Reggie laughs, throwing his head back and kicking his feet out through the air, and Alex gives him a little side-eyed glance, thinking maybe Reggie doesn’t need any extra sugar either.

It’s a good day. Sunny, and not too cold for February, even in L.A., and Alex can hear the Nutcracker music from Sara’s class filtering through the dance studio windows, and he’s comfortable, even if he is wearing a too-small hand-me-down suit from his older brother Ben, and his tie is a little too tight, and he’s got anxiety thrumming underneath his skin, making his hands twitch and his stomach hurt because he’s got secrets like a blood clot threatening to stop his heart.

But he always has secrets these days, from everyone but himself, and he likes Reggie, even if they don’t spend a whole lot of time together without Luke there to act as an over-enthusiastic buffer. He likes that Reggie knows when to joke and when to be serious, that he means everything he says even if what he says is a little silly, that he’s quick to love, slow to judge, and treats Alex’s anxiety as an emotion to curb and not a problem to fix.

Reggie is one of Alex’s best friends, just as much as Luke is. Alex likes Reggie, loves Reggie even (though he is very much decidedly not in love with Reggie), and he trusts Reggie—or at the very least he wants to.

But none of that changes the fact that Alex doesn’t know what possesses him to say, “Reg, I think I have a crush on Luke.”

Lukebobby sickfic chapter 7 snippet:

Luke blinks, taken aback by Bobby’s sudden intensity, by the tears brimming in his eyes. “Bobby—” he tries, but words quickly fail him.

Bobby shakes his head and rubs a hand down his face, settling it back into an emotionless mask. “Forget it,” he mutters, backing away from Luke’s bed. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t—you need to rest, I—I should tell the guys you’re awake.”

“The guys are here?” Luke pushes himself up against his pillows, even as his ribs protest.

Bobby checks his watch. “They should be back any minute, they drove back to the studio to get you some new clothes.”

“Who drove? Alex only has his learner’s permit.”

Bobby waves a hand nonchalantly, still backing toward the door. “Yeah, but he already stole Reggie’s dad’s car to get to my place, so they figured neither of them could get grounded twice. It was a—it was a weird night, okay? I’m just gonna go get your doctor. Lie back down.”

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pink-peony-princess · 3 years

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I'll Always Protect the People I Love

I really couldn't tell you how it happened, one minute I was hanging up washing on the line and the next I was on the ground in a load of pain. It had been one of those days, you know the ones where everything goes wrong? First I woke up late and missed an important virtual meeting,then I somehow managed to knock over a massive glass of water,the contents going absolutely everywhere. All over my bedside table, my phone (luckily it was waterproof) and several important pieces of paper which I'd been reading for the very meeting I had missed.

Maybe this was the universe's way of telling me I shouldn't have even bothered with today? Maybe I'd have been better if I had stayed in bed. One thing was for sure, I'd be in less pain right now.The only good thing was that my husband who usually worked as a doctor in the local hospital's E.D had taken an annual leave day to get the filing done which he'd gotten behind on.

"Crap," I hissed as I lifted my arm to inspect the massive scrape that had resulted from the fall.

Everything hurt, my arm, my legs which I could see from the droplets of blood falling onto the concrete had also copped a nasty whack, even my side hurt. I could feel myself getting nauseous at the sight of the blood, I'd never been any good at anything to do with medical stuff, it just made me want to vomit. What Shawn got from it, I wasn't sure, but he was passinate about medicine and was always so good. Not only at solving the actual issue at hand, but at making connections with his patients,at gaining their trust.

I tried to stay calm, to take a few deep breaths, but I could feel my composure crumbling as all the day's events caught up to me.

"Shawn!" I called out,voice shaking with the effort of trying to hold back tears. "Shawn," I shouted a little louder when there was no response. Finally I was met with the sound of his footsteps on the stairs.

"April, what's the matter, I was in the middle of a -" he stopped dead in the middle of the yard when he saw me.

"What happened?" he asked, recovering his composure quickly and rushing over to me.

"I tripped," I sniffled, as he bent down,noticing the blood on my hands and knees, and the way I was holding my aching side.

"I can see that baby," he spoke softly, lifting the hem of my dress up just enough to see how far up the wound was.

"This looks nasty and sore," he commented, pouting,causing me to whimper. That was the last thing I wanted to hear, especially from him,someone who spent his days seeing gross wounds and abbrassions.

"It hurts," I cried reaching for him out of habit,only to have my hands sting in protest. I couldn't help the tears that came steadily now, rolling down my face and clouding my vision.

"Oh, honey, please don't cry," he shushed me, reaching up to wipe them away. "It's okay, I'll fix you up, I promise,"

"I'm sorry for being a cry-baby," I muttered scrubbing at my tears with the back of my hand.

"You're not a cry-baby Honey,you've just had a tough day is all," he replied,pressing a kiss to my forehead. I sat there for a minute forgetting the pain,just resting my head against his chest, letting him hold me. He was the one person in the world, who could always make things better.

"Alright Princess, do you think you can stand up?" he asked,taking hold of my upper arms, supporting most of my weight. I stood slowly,my entire body felt as if it was simultaneously being set on fire and hit by a truck.

We made our way inside. Slowly. Incredibly slowly, but Shawn was patient as I hobbled along beside him.

"Here, sit down here," he told me, helping me onto one of the dining room chairs.

"But what about the blood?" I pointed to the blood which was still flowing slowly from several of the wounds.

"It's okay, the chairs can be cleaned," he replied clearly unphased."I'm going to get the first aid kit, stay there," he told me.

"Not like I can go anywhere," I retorted making him laughed as he ran off in the direction of the bathroom.

He came running back less than a minute later, "I'm okay Shawn," I laughed,going to lean back in the chair, but the contact caused the grazes on my back to sting furiously. "Ah," I hissed, leaning forward again.

"Yeah, you look fine," Shawn sassed back, placing the large box of medical supplies on the ground and opening it. It was overwhelming just looking at all the different things. I had no idea how Shawn knew what he was doing, but he obviously did, because he pulled about 5 different things out, before looking up at me.

"Alright sweets,I'm going to wipe off your hands and knees first,it might sting a bit, just tell me if it gets too much and I'll stop okay?" he told, looking up at me as he pulled the wrapper off an antiseptic wipe and gently wiped it across my left knee.

"Ahh," I hissed, fresh tears coming to my eyes,my hand flying to his, stopping him from what he was doing.

"I know it hurts baby," he moved his other hand up to rest on my thigh comfortingly. "But if we don't get this all cleaned up then you risk getting an infection,who knows what sort of stuff has been on that ground, especially with Tarzan out there now,"

At the sound of his name Tarzan came running, tentatively putting one paw up on my lap.

"Aw, Tarzan,good boy, you come to look after Mummy hey, you know she's sad," he cooed,wiping my knee again. It hurt as much as the last time, but I tried to stay still and let Shawn do what he needed to.

"And I'm done," Shawn smiled five minutes later, stepping back from your hands as he gave them one last wipe.

I sighed, feeling relieved, but then I remembered he still had to deal with my side and back, and I knew that would be worse that both my hands and my knees. I'd really done a number on myself there,having landed with most of my weight in that one area.

"I think we're probably better off going to the bathroom for your side, from what I saw outside I'll need to give it a proper rinse out before I do anything with it," he spoke,causing me to groan.

"I know honey, but I promise once I've dealt with it you're all done then how about we have snuggles on the couch and other a take out?" We didn't often get to spend a truly lazy night together with both of our jobs being as crazy as they were.

Really?" I asked, smiling properly for the first time all day.

"Really," he smiled back "Work can wait till tomorrow, my poor invalid baby is more important," he pouted, causing me to laugh, as he helped me to the bathroom.

"That's my favourite sound you know," he told me as he helped me undress and get situated in the tub so he could use the detachable head to wash out the wound.

I smiled, feeling suddenly shy, even after being married for a year, and together for 4 he still had that effect on me.

He spent a few more minutes getting everything set up, towels,bandages, antiseptic wash, tweezers, before he finally turned the water on low, being careful not to get any water on the wounds he'd just dressed.

"Can you turn around for me April?" he asked, helping me to maneuver my body the way he needed it."I'm going to start washing it out now baby, there's a fair bit of dirt and crap caked in there so I'll need to give it a good rinse out. Do you wanna hold my hand?" he offered, extending the hand he wasn't using which I took immediately. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded squeezing my eyes shut in anticipation.

As soon as the water hit it, my whole side felt like it was on fire, the tears that I had managed to hold at bay until now, flowing freely. "I know Princess," he soothed, "One more minute okay," I nodded, opening my eyes, watching as he skillfully flushed the wound. "Can you arch your back for me a bit?" he asked stopping the water momentarily. I did what he asked, leaning over, seeing for the first time just how much blood was coming from me. The bathtub had streams of red water that just seemed to keep coming.

"Shawn," I squeeked, the blood.

"It's okay, Honey,I promise you it looks way worse than it actually is," he tried to console me continuing to work on my wound. I sat there, like I had outside trying not to focus on it, but I could feel the familiar twist of my stomach as he nausea set in,waves of dizziness washing over me like the water.

"Shawn, I-Im going to be sick," I gasped, holding my bandaged hand over my mouth. He was quick to act, switching off the water immediately, and reaching for the trash can that sat next to the toilet, holding it under my chin.

"Deep breaths, April," he spoke softly,pushing some of the hair that had fallen into my eyes out the way.

"You must think I'm such a whimp," I groaned, head still over the bin as I tried and failed to take steady breaths.

"Not at all," he promised, "You're just not good with blood, lots of people are like that, hey, at least you haven't fainted," he laughed trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"I feel like I'm going to," I whispered.

"It's okay, just breathe, that's it, nice long breathes," he coached still holding the bin patiently.

Finally after five minutes of sitting like that, the feeling started to lessen and I was able to sit up again. I must have looked like a complete mess, because the look of pity on Shawn's face was ridiculous.

"Feeling better?" he asked as he placed the bin down beside him and took my hand.

I nodded still not entirely trusting myself.

"Ready to get out and I'll fix the rest up out on the couch?" he asked offering me his hand again.

I nodded again,allowing him help me out of the bath and wrap a towel around my body.

We made our way back to the loving room slowly where he deposited me onto the couch, before running back to get the things he needed from the bathroom.

"How bad is it?" I asked, as he sat down beside me.

"I've seen better I've seen worse, it's not as bad as it probably feels though," he added in sympathy.

"What do you need to do?" I asked, turning to look at him. He frowned, obviously weighing up whether to tell me or of it was better to keep me in the dark.

"I need to get this gravel outta the wound before I dress it," he answered carefully. "Why don't you turn the T.V. on while I work?" he suggested quickly when he saw my face fall. He grabbed the remote off the table and handed it to me.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked when the screen came on.

"Whatever you wanna watch babe, I'll be focussed on this."

I nodded,turning on Once Upon A Time, immediately being pulled into the fantasy. The story helping to distract me. He kept a hand on my good shoulder the whole time he worked, occasionally squeezing it when I let out a whimper at a particularly sore spot.

"All done," he announced as he stuck the adhesive strip down half an hour later.

"Really?" I asked, turning to see he was indeed done, already in the process of picking up all the trash, going to dispose of it safely in the bin.

When he came back he had a glass of water, a bottle of Tylenol and an ice-pack in his hands.

"Here babe, take these,it should help with some of the pain," he spoke, coming around the couch to hand them to me, before sitting down next to me.

"What's the ice-pack for?"

"For your back, it'll help to stop the bruising," he lifted me onto his lap confusing me slightly.

"Won't you be cold?" I questioned as he placed the ice-pack between my back and his chest, pulling me back

"I could never be cold with you around baby," he murmured kissing my head, leaning back into the sofa.

"Thank you for looking after me," I spoke after a few minutes of comfortable quiet in which we were both focussed on the television.

"Of course baby," he replied, running a hand gently through my scalp. "I'll always protect the people I love."

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johnkrrasinski · 4 years

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the chain on your neck;

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Pairings: Steve Rogers x female!reader

Word count: 2,291

Warning: too much fluff probably

Summary: Steve Rogers came home to you after a delayed return and brought something special for you.

a/n: i was listening to call it what you want by taylor swift (well, it would be pretty obvious for my swiftie followers lol) anyways, i was really inspired by the line “i want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck” and that to me, has always been one of my favorite lyrics of reputation. also, the title was inspired by that exact line from you are in love. so here’s a steve rogers fic predicated on that line! hope you like it. please leave a like and comment. ❤

It was 9.30am on a Sunday morning in New York. Normally, you would take your sweet time to stretch in your bed and turn slowly to the other way around to gaze lovingly at your boyfriend. It was a rare sight to see him in such a serene state, so you didn't have the heart to wake him. It was lovely to see him without the wrinkles on his forehead and furrowed brows because he was carrying so much on his shoulders. His duties as Captain America, the missions, the battles, the reports, the urgent late night calls, the miscreants had clearly took a toll on him.

And you being his girlfriend, it was crystal clear to you how often he would put on a facade to be the backbone of the Avengers. Because, everyone is relying on him. There were innocent folks that needed his protection. There were little kids looking up to him. He didn't have the luxury to pour a couple tears to lay off some steam or have a mental breakdown in public. He had to be strong and steady.

Often times, when the fight really did a damage on him and it was written all over his face, he would try to hide it away from you. You knew he needed you, you knew he needed your comforting touch to ground him. He wouldn't ask for it though, he would simply undress himself out of the grimy suit and wordlessly wrapped himself around you. The feel of your skin against his kept him sane throughout all the worst missions he'd ever gone through.

So when you had the chance to just take a minute and enjoy this brief moment of life simply letting your boyfriend be... Human, you cherish and savor every single second of it.

That's your usual Sunday morning routine. But not today, today you woke up in a cold bed alone because the love of your life had gone to another mission in Prague four days ago, and he was supposed to come back last night. You were feeling grouchy because you didn't get your morning cuddles and kisses and Steve's morning cuddles and kisses were like coffee to other people. They need their morning boost to start off their day.

Delayed returns were part of the job. There was always unexpected incidents that required immediate attention of whoever took the mission. And the behest is that, you do not come home before the mission was truly taken care of.

So instead of sulking all day in bed, you leisurely check your phone and send him a good morning text. You figured that it would ease the feeling of missing him. You knew better than to wait around for an instant reply. You were not allowed to check your phone under any circumstances during missions unless you are safe and sound in your hotel room. So you decided to get yourself out of bed and washed your face and brushed your teeth.

After your daily morning routine, you went to the kitchen to cook yourself some early meal. Nat, Tony, Wanda, Vision, Rhodey and Clint were already there in the middle of their breakfast. They greeted you in your not-so-cheerful state.

"Good morning, kid." Tony was the first one to speak up.

"Hey Tony." In an indifferent tone. You just weren't in the mood to socialize because you missed your boyfriend terribly, and you just really wanted to spend your Sunday morning with him.

"Someone's in a grumpy mood." Natasha spoke up. The woman was always too good in seeing right through people.

"Not really, I'm just hungry." You retorted. Again, with that disinterested attitude.

"Hungry for some food or a certain super soldier, cause I've seen you hungry for actual food y/n, it wasn't like this."

"Okay! You're right. I'm missing my boyfriend and I'm so goddamn worried. He hasn't contacted us since last night, when he was supposed to come home. I texted him this morning and he still hasn't answered. What if something had happened to him and he wasn't able to send a message? What if he got stuck somewhere where he can't find a signal? What if he-"

"Sweetie, I think you are getting yourself too worked up. Just take a deep breath and eat some breakfast, yeah? I'll make you some coffee to ease your nerves." Wanda politely interrupted you. Out of all people, she knew exactly what the feeling was like. Aside from being able to read people's minds, she had actually lost so many of her loved ones, so she understood your overwhelming fears.

You put your head in your hands and took a deep breath and exhaled. You were getting too worked up and you needed to clear your head because freaking out is clearly not going to solve anything or give you any answers. It's not going to turn whatever situation Steve was stuck in and provide you a call or a text from him out of nowhere.

And you didn't realize how hungry you had been until your stomach started to make some growling noises that told you you needed some nourishment.

"Yeah, okay, I'm gonna cook something up."

Just as you pushed your chair back and stood on your feet, Friday's voice alerted everyone from the tranquil state of the room. "Captain Rogers, sergeant Barnes and Mr. Wilson are about to land in 5 minutes."

As everyone in the room had realized what was happening, they all immediately got on their feet and ran to the where the helipad was placed. You, on the other hand was overwhelmed with a sense of relief and joy. Because your boyfriend has come home and in one piece. You were about to see his beautiful sapphire eyes again and you couldn't wait any longer. You wanted to be the first one to welcome him home as soon as he lands.

As the quinjet landed on the ground and the door opened up wide, revealing your boyfriend and your friends, Bucky and Sam on his sides, walking out limping but still with that warm, familiar smile on his face because he finally saw you. Four days had felt way too long for being overseas from you.

He instantly ran as fast as he possibly could to you and grabbed you by your waist and carried you off the ground in a tight embrace. He buried his face in your neck and inhaled your luscious scent. You couldn't see his face because you were also burying your own face in his neck, but you could feel him smiling so widely because he was home and you were in his arms now.

"God, I've missed you so much, baby."

You moved your face to the front of his and pressed your foreheads together.

"I've missed you too, baby. So fucking much." You sniffled. In that moment it was just you and him, because you had been without each other for way too long to have a care about anything else in the world. Four days felt like four thousand years. It might seem dramatic but that's what happens when you are madly in love.

"I know baby, I know. I'm here now, it's okay." He kissed you, it was brief but it held more meaning than words. You closed your eyes as you relished in the feeling of him. Pressed up against you and tangible. Not a looming presence in your room, not a ghost in your dreams, not a whispered name in your prayers.

He put you down as threw his arm around your neck to keep you close. You both walk in each other's embrace to your room. Luckily, he didn't bring home any severe wounds that would require an immediate & extensive care. He could go straight to his own bed, take a warm shower and change into his pyjamas so he could lie in his cozy bedstead with you. Really, that's all he really wanted right now.

Steve Rogers was a man of sentiment. Not a lot of people saw it but, it's factual. You were lucky enough to witness the way this man displayed his affections and the way he'd never let you doubt his love and loyalty a single second. He was an assertive and a solemn leader to the team, especially when he had to save the world and faced the government. But you knew his tender heart way too well to let it affect you behind closed doors. You love him for the man he chose to be even when he didn't.

After you both wash yourself off the dirt, you put on one of his hoodies that literally swallowed your smaller figure. You looked so tiny and adorable in his shirts, he never minded that he'd often have trouble finding a certain shirt. It was always his hoodies, sweaters and old shirts that he rarely wore anymore. If she claimed it, then it's hers. No room for argument. Not that he'd try anyway.

She was drying her hair with the hairdryer in the small mirror of her bathroom when he walked in with nothing but his sweatpants on, he stared into her beautiful eyes in the mirror with a smile. "I got something for you."

"Yeah? What is it?" She smiled back at his reflection in the mirror.

He pulled out a lovely navy blue box with a silver ribbon on top of it. It made her turn around with an inquisitive look. She moved her eyes directly to the box in his calloused hands. He opened the lid cautiously, fearing that she might not like the surprise. Because even Captain America is still scared of rejections, he was trained for orders and enemies, but no one taught him that the little, sickly guy from Brooklyn would be rejected by a lot of women who couldn't see him past his appearance. And certainly, no one prepared him for the rejection from the love of his life. His past fears are clouding his mind and taking over his emotions before she even said a word.

The navy blue box revealed a beautiful piece of jewelry, specifically, a golden vintage necklace that hang up the letter "S" in the middle of its rounder. The red rose adornment on the left side of it only added the exquisite intricacies to it. And the antiquated piece of leaf on the other side enhanced more of its charm. She couldn't help the desire to touch the charming piece with her own fingers. She delicately curled them around the rustic chain, deliberately picked them up closer to her sight; she was charmed by it.

"Do you like it?" Steve spoke up timidly, as if he was doubting his own choice, he really wanted her to like it. He nervously stared into her eyes, waiting for her answer.

"I love it, Steve." She returned that restlessness expression on his handsome face with a fond smile. She loved it. She truly loved it and she meant it. She wasn't even faking it to spare his feelings, she genuinely became attached to it even if she hadn't even hung it around her own neck yet.

"Where did you get it from?" She continued. Her curiosity knocked on the moment.

"There was this local gift shop in Prague, it looked really old and small but still had its own charm, you know? I was walking around one night..." He looked distant for a second. "Couldn't sleep, the mission really carried a weight that day. I just kept walking, taking in the fresh midnight air until I found the shop... It drew me in."

Steve's face changed from an agitated expression to pure delight. He couldn't wait any longer to see it encircle the shape of her neck, so he asked; "do you want me to put it on you?"

"Please." She turned around to face the mirror again and waited for Steve to unclasp the hook of the necklace. She could feel his warm, steady breath on the back of her neck and this is the kind of intimacy not a lot of people talk about, but oh, how much it mattered in the moment.

When the necklace was on, she took her time to soak it in, how divine it looks on her now, she didn't think she could go anywhere without this necklace being a part of her. She pressed her thumb on every inch of this necklace, it really is a part of her now.

He is now wrapping his bulky arms around her shoulders and put his head right on the right side of hers. He looked at her reflection in the mirror. "You know why I chose this necklace?" He left a swift kiss on the right side of her neck where he was just resting his head on.

"Why?"

"Because it's the closest thing to your heart, and that's where I'm always supposed to be."

She didn't realize tears had started brimming in her eyes, the tenderness and sincerity in his voice made her realize just how lucky she was to possess such love him, and to have that love returned in if not, a greater measure than she ever hoped for.

"I love you, you know that?" It was rhetorical, she knew damn well that he had it ingrained deep in the back of his head that she loved him. Desperately, utterly and irrevocably. And so did he to her. It was more than a mere declaration but rather a vow, that it would be bounded to their souls for eternity. In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, 'till death do us part.

"I love you too, angel."

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jj-iz-bae · 4 years

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Don't tell me not to worry

Word count: 1722 words

Requested by @sunwardsss : Can you do comfort 38 and 43 for Chase please? 38: “I’m in the hospital.”43: “You don’t have to sleep here just because I got admitted.”

Pairings: Chase Stokes x Reader; Chase Stokes x Rudy Pankow; Rudy Pankow x platonic!reader

Warnings: Hospitals,seizures,Fluff,bad spelling and grammar

Note from author: so this is actually based on a seizure episode I had. It only happend one time and was caused by strep throat which triggered a reaction in the auto immune disorder (the disorder basically is that instead of my immune system attacking the virus or illness, my immune system attacks my brain causing all sorts of weird things to happen. When I was younger only strep throat triggered a "flare" of increased symptoms ie ocd,anxiety,age regression,mood swings,foggy brain and other things. Sadly the disorder has developed so that I flare with any illness, not just strep) ANYWAYS 😂 I hope you enjoy this Fluff with a tiny pinch of angst. Just a tiny bit if you squint. Ace is my nickname for Chase and I've used it in other blurbs. I just think it's cute. Kinda like how I call Rudy Panky🙃

Chase was wrapping up a day on set, shoving all his belongings into a backpack. He slung the backpack over his shoulder and grabbed his keys ,leaving his casting trailer when his phone started ringing. He just realized he hadn’t heard from you all day. Seeing your name flash across the screen, he stopped in his tracks and answered. “Hey baby girl! I haven’t heard from you all day!” Chase exclaimed as he started to kick a rock around with his foot. “Sorry Ace. Please don’t freak out.I’m totally fine now but I'm in the hospital.” you explained slowly. Chase’s eyes grew large as he starred jogging to his car. "Don't tell me not to worry baby! Where are you? What happened?" Chase asked as he reached his car and fumbled with the keys, trying to move quickly in his panicked state. He swore under his breath as he dropped his keys and put you on speaker phone while he picked up his keys. You heard the rustling on the other end of the phone and grew nervous. "Chase! Babe are you OK? Calm down I promise I'm OK!" Rudy just so happened to be walking to his car when he heard your voice and saw Chase cursing at his car keys. "Hey dude! What's going on? You OK?" Rudy asked as he walked over to Chase. "Rudy! Y/n's in the hospital and I need to...I just can't.." Chase stuttered. Rudy grabbed the keys out of his hands. "I'll drive. You just talk to her." Rudy threw his stuff in the back of Chase's car as he hopped into the drivers seat and Chase ran around to the passenger seat. "OK sorry babe. Rudy is driving cause you're freaking me out. What happened?" Chase asked, running his hand through his wavy hair as Rudy pulled out of the set parking lot. "Thanks for taking care of him Rudy! I swear I'm fine! I'm at St. Marcus hospital. I think it's pretty close to town." Rudy picked up his phone and pulled up directions on his GPS before placing his phone in the cup holder so he could see the map. "No problem hun! Now tell us what happened before Chase pulls his hair out." Rudy answered ."Yeah you're scaring the shit out of me,Baby girl." Chase let out a breathy giggle.

"OK. Well I had my mom over and we were just hanging out watching TV and everything went black. Everything sounded echoey and I tried to open my eyes but it was like i had no control. I started convulsing and got sick. Mom called an ambulance and they brought me to the ER. The Er sent me here so I've been in the ambulance twice today!" You sighs. Chase nervously picked at his lips. "So what does that mean? Like did they run any tests yet?" Chase asked as Rudy broke a few traffic laws to get him to you quicker. "They have me hooked up to all these monitors and I'm going for an MRI tomorrow. The doctor said I most likely had a seizure." You explained as you looked at all the wires and iv lines covering your body. Chase let out a breathe that he didn't know he was holding. "OK baby. We will figure this out! Rudy, how far away are we?" Chase looked over at the blonde with red eyes, on the verge of tears. "It's right up here on the left." Rudy mumbled as he leaned over the steering wheel to make sure it was clear to turn. "OK babe. We just pulled into the parking lot. Where do I go?" Chase asked as he unbuckled his seat belt. "I'm on the 7th floor room 54." You said yawning. Rudy pulled up to the main entrance and stopped the car. "Go ahead man. I'll park the car and meet you up there." Rudy explained as Chase gave him a quick hug and jumped out of the car and jogged to the entrance. "OK I'm getting in the elevator now. Ill see you in 2 seconds OK? I'll be right there!" Chase babbled on as he put the phone up to his ear, taking it off speaker. "So how was work?" You asked trying to distract him a little. "Y/n as much as I wanna tell you about my day, I can't remember shit right now." Chase smirked as you hummed in response.

The elevator dinged and Chase got off the elevator and walked up to the nurses station. He put his phone on his shoulder so he wouldn't look rude for not giving the nurse his full attention. "Hello miss! My girlfriend is here somewhere. Room 54. Her name is y/f/n y/l/n. I can give you her birthday if you want to verify I'm not some weirdo." Chase said talking a mile a minute. The nurse just smiled and got up from her desk. "You must be Chase! She told us you were coming! Said you'd be the tall surfer guy with the chocolate brown eyes. Follow me." The nurse smiled before walking down the hall with Chase on her heels. She got to a door and knocked lightly before opening it. "Hey y/n! Surfer boy is here!" The nurse giggled as Chase walked through the door and the nurse closed it behind him. You were laying in the hospital bed with leads attached to your chest and stomach. You also had an iv in her arm and a couple stickers with wires on her head. Upon seeing Chase, you total lost all your composure and started sobbing. Chase rushed over to your side and gently hugged you close. "It's OK baby. I'm here. I've got you." Chase cooed as tears started to run down his face. You scooted over on the bed making room for Chase to lay down. He carefully made sure all the leads were out of the way and nothing was being pulled before tucking you into his chest. " It was so scary! I didn't know what was happening or why." You sniffed as you snuggled into his chest. "Shhhh. It's OK now. It's over. You're here now ad we will figure out what happened and why. Just relax baby." Chase cooed as he rubbed your back. A soft knock made you jump in your sleepy state. Chase said come in before kissing the top of your head, noticing the jolt of your body at the sudden noise. Rudy entered the room with Chase's backpack on his shoulder. "Hey y/n. How you feeling, sweetheart?" Rudy asked in a soft voice as he crouches down next to the bed. "I'm exhausted and confused as to what happened but I feel ok. Thank you for making sure Ace got here OK. I really appreciate it." You said while reaching out to grab Rudy's hand. "No problem at all! JD is coming to pick me up so Chase's car is here." Rudy explained before putting Chase's backpack down. "I thought you might want your bag." Rudy nods to Chase as he stands up. "Thanks man. I owe you one." Chase bumped his fist to Rudy's. "No you don't! You would have done the same for me. You rest up OK y/n? Don't let this guys puppy energy keep you up." Rudy said pointing between the two of you, which made you let out a small chuckle. "He smells like the ocean and is warm. I think I'll have no trouble falling asleep." You mumbles as you snuggles into Chase's chest again. Chase smirks ,holding you close. Rudy's phone dings and he waves good bye so he doesn't disturb the half asleep girl on Chase's chest.

You awoke from your nap to Chase still at your side. You smile up at him. "Sorry I fell asleep on you. You didn't have to stay." Chase opened his eyes lazily, drawing shapes on your arm with his finger. "No way am I leaving you baby. But since you're awake now. I really need to pee." Chase chuckled as he slowly scooted off the bed and walked to the bathroom on the other side of the room. You turned on the TV and sat up a little, looking at the screens and wires all around you. Chase came out of the bathroom, tossing a paper towel into the trash bin, before grabbing his bag from next to the bed. He pulled out his charger and plugged your phone in before putting it down on the table next to you.As he placed the bag down and sat next to you on the bed, a nurse knocked and entered the room. "Hey you two! I have extra sheets and blankets for you! This chair fold out into a lounger so you both don't have to smush together all night." The nurse explained as she sat the extra blankets and linen on the chair. "Thank you so much!" Chase beamed as the nurse came over to your bed side to check all your vitals. "Is there anything I should look for overnight?" Chase asked the nurse."Well if she has any convulsions or gets sick, press this call button." The nurse said pointing to the red button on the wall. "Other than that, if anything has you worried press the button and we will come make sure everything is OK." The nurse smiled as she finished getting your blood pressure and typed the vitals into her laptop before leaving the room. Chase got up from his seat on the bed and opened up the lounger chair, putting on the different sheets ad blankets. "You know, you don't have to sleep here just because I was admitted." You smile watching his basically throw blankets round until he was satisfied. He came and laid down next to you again before pecking your lips. "I told you ,baby. I'm here with you for everything. We'll figure this out together." Chase cooed as he pulled you closer and watched SpongeBob with you on his chest, running his ringers through your hair. "I love you, Ace." You said before kissing his hand. "I love you more,Baby girl."

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quirkdotcom · 4 years

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Where To? || Kaminari x Reader

Summary: Denki Kaminari has been working with the League of Villains for the school year. He's been putting up a front and fake personality to keep his secret safe. However, the one thing he didn't count on was you. In the end, Kaminari has been found in a pond, one hand from Shigaraki in his clutches. The twist on this world? Like a popular tik tok trend, when you die, someone you have hurt the most comes to decide if you go to heaven, or hell. And you are his judge.

Warnings: Death

Authors Note: I honestly started this at like 3AM one night and now here I am 😳 Anyways, I hope you guys like it sorry for the angst that comes with it

Tags: @ijustwannachangemyuser @bluewritesmha @that-lowkey-weeb @pinkcowgirleggpanda

One moment ago, you had been sitting in class, with the rest of 1A as they grieved together over the loss of Denki Kaminari.

Two moments ago, Aizawa was explaining how he had just received a call that Denki had been found, alone in a lake, his quirk the ultimate cause. But one other important piece of evidence with him, a hand from Tomura Shigaraki.

Three moments ago, he had been explaining about Kaminari being the traitor of UA, working closely with the League of Villains.

But now, you were standing across Kaminari in the same pond that he had been found in, an electrical current dying out as his cries stopped, his eyes finding yours.

"(Y/n)?" His voice was hoarse, eyes red and puffy.

You looked around, fog rolling in around your legs, though you couldn't feel the water that looked to surround you, nor the fog.

"So...the rumors are true...I didn't think that'd I'd have to decide anyones fate so soon but…"

"Wait...does that mean.." he started, but the words fell short, his amber eyes looking around once more.

"You've died…"

"Then that means, " he turned in a circle, shaking his head quickly, "He...he got away!"

You stepped closer to him, in response, he stepped away, "No! (Y/n) you have to be quick, decide my fate! Warn Aizawa Sensei that the league is on their way!"

"But...I need time…" you pulled back, hand falling to your side.

"Just choose hell and be on your way! Please!" He pleaded with you, still leaving an open space between the two of you.

You stared at him incredulously, "Kaminari...thats...I'd be damning you!"

"Maybe I deserve it!" He yelled, his frustration and hate taking over as he kicked his foot, creating a wave of water that didn't touch you.

"All I ever did was pretend to be an idiot and betray everyone around me! And now you're here, and I have hurt you one more time!" His hands shook as he held them up, staring at them as they flickered with electricity.

"I sold everyone out each time. He asked me questions and without fail I gave them to him."

You shook your head, "Come on...there had to have been a reason! Tell me that he was pressuring you or that he had some way of manipulating you!"

His hands slowly turned to fists as he dropped them to his sides, "You don't get it! I faked everything! I pretended about everything! I made friends in order to keep my cover safe! I even.. I even started to date you to keep my cover safe! So just hurry up and choose hell and go be a hero!"

You stood quietly, his words like knives digging into your heart, creating chasms of heartache. Hot tears filled your eyes, you could barely wipe them away in time for them to be replaced with new ones, "That's..that's not true! Don't say it!"

"(Y/n)!"

"No! Stop it! I won't believe it! I'm the one who gets to make the decision! Don't try to lie to me, I know what I felt and who I was with! You aren't like that!"

At once, everything grew silent, neither of you saying a word more.

Instead, you were reflecting.

"(Y/L/N) was it? Im Denki, Denki Kaminari! Hero name Chargebolt ! Aizawa seated you next to me, so that means we're going to be good friends, maybe more if you catch my drift,"

You turned to the guy in the seat next to yours, immediately smiling and shaking your head, "Pfft wow! Are you trying to make a move on me already! I just transferred into the class literal minutes ago!"

"Hey what can I say, if I don't do it now, then the others might beat me to it," he flashed a wink your way, earning another chuckle from you.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Kaminari, hopefully you help keep this class interesting," you held your hand out to him, watching as he shook it.

"Sooo does this mean I've been friend zoned?"

You didn't answer, only leaving him to guess as to what your answer was.

"You...you were the first to welcome me into the class...even if you did hit on me right away. " You smiled softly, that memory of him had always been oddly charming to you.

"Because I had to keep my persona up,"

"You walked me to my next class, and any that we shared. You helped me befriend Mina, Sero, Kirishima, Jirou and even Bakugo…"

"I already told you! I had to make sure no one questioned me or my actions!"

"The second day that I had been in that class, at lunch, I had forgotten mine...so you gave me half of yours…and told me that if it happened again, you'd share any day,"

He didn't say anything for a moment, smiling before he did say something, "Sero called me a simp…"

That day still felt so familiar to you….

"Oh no…." You looked around the table, seeing that the others, who's names you were still trying to learn, had all brought their lunches.

"What is it (Y/L/N)?" Came the pink haired girl, who's bubblegum skin matched in such a pretty shade. She looked so concerned for you, even if she didn't know you all that well.

You let out a sheepish laugh, "Ahh I forgot my lunch…this morning I was in a rush…"

"Hey! Have some of mine!" Kaminari grinned, pushing his towards you, "We can split it!"

You turned to him, mouth open a little as you were caught off guard, "Wait really??"

"Yeah! And if it happens again, I'll share my lunch again! You can count on me,"

From across the table, the black haired boy, who had a contagious smile, coughed loudly, or cleared his throat, you weren't fully sure

After that, lunch had went by so smoothly, as if you had been friends with them for years.

"And later that day, you even gave me your number! " he sat down, the pond water now going up to his stomach. Though, like you, he couldn't feel it. Whatever cold that seeped its way into his body, was long gone.

You nodded, following suit and taking a seat, though you didn't look at the water too much, it was cloudy and murky, something you hated about lakes and ponds, "Yeah, and you sent me memes, even in class!"

"Well, I wanted to see you smile…"

"I know…"

But perhaps the memory you would hold dearest to you, was one that he had tried so hard to block out as he worked with the League.

The UA Winter Formal...just a few months after you had transferred into UA. The crew in charge of decorations had outdone themselves.

What was once the cafeteria, was now a room beautifully lit by fairy lights and pale blue lanterns. There were silky streamers hung across the room, catching the reflection of the lights off of them. At the front, Present Mic was behind a dj booth, a line of students waiting to ask for a song to queued.

You walked further in, trying to spot anyone you knew.

Currently, you were dressed in a very light shade of yellow, so delicately pale that in this lighting, it would be mistaken for white.

"(Y/n)! Over here!" Came the call from Kirishima, waving you over.

"Kiri! You look so manly! And Bakugo, I didn't think you'd actually show up!" You grinned as you walked up, earning a 'thanks' from Kiri and a scowl from Bakugo.

For the next few moments, you exchanged compliments with Mina and Jirou, and then joked with Sero.

But when that all came to an usual stop, you realized what was missing, well..who was missing.

"Where's Kami?" You asked, having to raise your voice slightly over the music.

Bakugo turned to you, thinking back for a moment, "Dunce face said something about feeling claustrophobic or whatever, he said he'd be in the hall? I'm surprised you didn't see him on your way in,"

You nodded slowly, humming in return, "ah thanks," You left after that, making your way around the groups of people, waving as you could hear your name from some friends.

As you reached the entrance once again, you looked up and down the hall, spotting him a ways away by a window, wearing black slacks, a white undershirt and black suspenders, his blazer hanging off his arm loosely, he had a tie on, a darker shade of red.

"Kaminari! Hey!" You called, making your way over until you stood a foot away, "Why are you all the way out here?"

"It was hot and stuffy in there, I needed some fresh air...and I was waiting to see if I could spot someone on their way in,"

Again Kaminari flashed a dazzling smile at you. And suddenly, your breath hitched in your throat, cheeks heating up.

Your stomach filled with dainty butterflies and you're pretty sure your heart stopped beating.

What was going on?? Were you...crushing? But there's no way….

Sure Kaminari tended to flirt with you, and you always laughed at his jokes and smiled at him whenever he smiled at you.

And sure, sometimes when he handed you something your hand would brush his and you'd think about it for a few moments .

And then there was that time when you were paired up in hero training, and you almost fell off a building in the city area, and then he pulled you back and basically hugged you because you were scared and then later on that was all you could think of.

...okay yeah you were definitely crushing but why did it have to act up now ?!

"Uhh…(Y/n)??? Earth to (Y/n)?"

You blinked, looking back to Kaminari, who was now fully facing you instead of the window, "Sorry! I uh, spaced out there…"

"It's okay! I'm used to seeing you space off, you do it often," Denki laughed, only furthering the complicated feelings you were having.

"I don't do it too often…" you gave a small smile, knowing full and well that you ventured into wonderland quite often.

"Hey, (Y/n)...do you want to dance by any chance? Right here? I can still kind of hear the music,"

You gave a startled look, eyes wide as you took in what he said, but you quickly changed to a smile, "Yes! I'd love that!"

At your approval, Denki gently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, almost stealing away all the air from your lungs.

You looked up to him, your hands moving up to circle around his neck loosely.

God he was so pretty. Even just the light that streamed in from the window seemed to make his eyes sparkle with their golden color.

"What are you doing?" He murmured, gazing back into your own eyes, an amused smile played out onto his face.

You shook your head quickly, looking down and away, words caught in your throat.

"(Y/n)...look at me,"

A hand moved away from your hip, gentle fingers cupping your face as he turned you to look at him.

You weren't sure how it happened...but in a fleeting moment, he had kissed you. At this point, you weren't sure if the tingles running throughout your body were caused by you, or him.

He pulled away for a breath with a smile, and you pulled him back for another kiss, an overwhelming feeling of happiness washing over you.

After that, you both had left from the dance, and enjoyed the rest of the night together, watching movies and playing video games. It was the beginning of your relationship.

"Denki.. whatever the reason for this...I know you aren't a villain. You're Denki Kaminari, the student who offered me lunch on my second day. You're the student who saw a general education kid crying and joked with them to make them feel better!"

"(Y/n)..."

"And you're the one who I..who I love okay? So stop trying to make me hate you! "

His eyes went wide, filling with more tears. You rushed to him through the mucky water, grasping him. You clutched at his clothes starting to cry with him.

"I love you so much and I'll always love you, I swear!" You buried your head into his neck, feeling him hold onto you just as tightly as you were holding onto him.

"(Y/n) I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I want more time with you, I want to spend life with you. Im sorry fuck..I love you so much. You're the reason I'm even here! Shigaraki was planning on attacking the school and he threatened you and I panicked and I tried to shock him and..and...the water here...I wasn't thinking," he started to work himself into a panic.

You stroked his hair, shushing him gently until you both calmed down enough.

Finally, he looked to you, amber eyes red and puffy just as you had found him, and asked with a sad smile, "So...where to?"

You shook your head, tears still falling as you kissed his forehead, the water and the area around you falling away, "I think we both know.."

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I've been thinking about Faith giving Faust head and getting frustrated that she can't fit all of him inside her mouth. Faust would have to teach her some tactics to work around his size - using her hands, sucking his balls etc. (Or maybe she just fucking chokes on him, idk 🙈)

Warning: 18+ smut/anti-religious/anti-Christian themes/angst etc.

Faust x Faith Masterpost [x]

Faust wasn’t answering his phone. After the first few unanswered text messages, Faith assumed the worst. When she called, every ring seemed to echo in her head, warning her of things she had to force herself to suppress. She called again. No answer. Her call dropped and the line went dead.

In her fearful heart, Faust’s absence came from sudden disinterest. He had had his way with her, and that was all he needed. It was on to the next girl. Faust said himself: he’d fucked many girls. Some of them once and then never spoke to them again. Was his profession of love just a show? Faith swallowed the knot of anxiety clogging her throat, but it returned, bigger and more constrictive than ever.

Her parents dropped her off at her dorm after church. Faith waited until they drove off and turned the corner before marching to the bus stop, cell phone in hand, still waiting for Faust to return a message. When the bus arrived, she flashed her student card and took a seat near the back so she could hang her head and avoid the stares. In her Sunday best, Faith felt ridiculous, and with tears lining her eyes, she was sure somebody would notice her for the wrong reasons.

Faust’s roommate answered over the intercom with a careless grunt when she pressed the buzzer.

“It’s Faith. Is Faust home?”

His roommate didn’t answer, but the door clicked open, allowing her to pass through. She rode the elevator up, wringing her wrists and smoothing out the front of her dress over and over until she reached the top. As always, loud metal music seeped from under the door at the end of the hallway. She didn’t bother knocking since nobody ever did, and opened the door to find an empty living room.

Faith paused at Faust’s door, pressing her ear to the wood. At first, she heard nothing. Then a hollow clicking noise came from inside. She knocked, but there was no answer.

“Fuck,” she heard Faust mutter. “Oh, fuck.”

Taking in a deep, shaky breath, Faith opened the door and peered into the room to find Faust sitting at his computer desk with a large pair of headphones muffling his ears. He was in his boxer shorts, shirtless, legs spread wide under the desk with both his knees bouncing.

The clicking noise came from his drumsticks hitting various pads of an electric drumkit hooked up to his computer. The screen showed a mostly gray interface, streaked with multi-coloured lines. Every time he struck a pad, the line blipped. Faith let out the tension from her overfilled lungs.

“Faust?” She called.

The man didn’t hear her voice, so she came up from behind him and tapped on his shoulder. A startled gasp leapt from his throat as he whirled around in his desk chair, green eyes wide with fright. Faust ripped off his headphones, ready to berate her for startling him, but his words faded fast as she dropped to her knees before him.

She tugged his boxers down to his knees before he dropped his sticks and grabbed hold of her hands.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked.

Faith continued wrestling his underwear off until he conceded, spreading his legs wide so she could fit between them. One dainty hand rubbed up and down his soft shaft until it twitched and rolled to one side, filling with blood. Faust stopped her.

“How did you get in here?” Faust asked, eyebrows clinching together.

“Your roommate buzzed me in,” she replied.

“Fucking Isak,” he griped. “Aren’t you supposed to be in church?”

“That finished hours ago. Aren’t you supposed to answer your phone when your girlfriend calls?”

“I’m a little busy.”

Faith tried on her most innocent smile. “Too busy for me to suck your dick?”

Before she ducked down, Faust rolled his chair away, though his cock remained fully erect. “I have to get this track recorded.”

She crawled toward him. Faust noticed her hair tied up in a glistening pink ribbon, and the gold cross shining across her collarbone. The dress she wore looked like it had come off a porcelain doll—all velvet and lace, puffy sleeves and buttons down the bodice. He shouldn’t have found it arousing, but it was, and he cursed under his breath.

“What? You get a taste of dick once, and now you’re some little cum dumpster?”

“Your cum dumpster,” Faith purred.

Her hands travelled up his thighs again, enclosing his shaft in a double-handed grip. She tugged him back and ran her tongue over his balls, sucking one into her mouth, then the other. Faust hummed like an engine as her grip tightened.

“You ever suck a cock this big before?” He asked.

Faith shook her head, using the motion to stimulate him a little more.

“Of course not. You’re too much of a good girl,” Faust said, tangling her bouncy ponytail around his hand. “But somehow you know exactly what to do, huh? How is that? Have you been practicing a lot on your dildo at home?”

“I’ve seen how it’s done,” she claimed.

“Is that so? Have you been watching porn? Trying to figure out how all this works?”

Faith descended on him, his girth forcing her lips into an exaggerated O-shape. His head hit the back of the chair, and he moaned, thrusting his hips up once to choke off her airway, but only for a split second. She giggled, and the vibrations tickled his groin. Faust used her ponytail as a reign to draw her back, the head of his cock popping out of her mouth with an animated noise.

“You made me fuck up my best take,” he growled as he stood up, taking her with him.

Faust guided her to the bed, where she sat on the edge and looked up with shiny, innocent eyes. She opened her mouth again, tempting Faust with her tongue lolling out. He bounced the head off her tongue, then gagged her with half his length in one swift motion. A wave of saliva oozed from her glands, and he came away with several strings of it dripping from his cock. He gave her throat another quick prod, shivering from the spit connecting them.

“How was church, baby? Did you tell God about the filthy fucking things you did to my cock the other day after you lied to your daddy? Tell him how I stretched that fucking pussy and dumped a huge load all over you?”

Faith shook her head. “Why would I tell him when I’m not ashamed of it?”

“Well, you should be. It’s a sin to be so cock-hungry. You shouldn’t be thinking about swallowing my cum.”

“But I can’t help it.”

Faust stroked her cheek, then tapped her lips, glossing them with his pre-cum. “I know. It’s because you’re a bad, bad, filthy little girl. You’re corrupted. And God doesn’t want nasty things like you.”

Before Faith answered, Faust cradled the back of her head and pushed forward, sheathing his entire length until he hit the back of her throat. She came up with a sharp gasp, eyes watering. He bit his lip, a jolt of guilt stopping and restarting his heart. Faust climbed onto the bed and pressed his back against the headboard, spreading his legs so she could crawl between them.

“Lie on your stomach. That’s it. Suck my balls again.”

Eager to please him, Faith did as she was told and hefted one of his testicles with her tongue. She rolled it between her lips before taking it in her mouth. Faust stroked his length and spread his legs wider to watch her treating his scrotum like she would a lollipop. He bent his knees and inched his pelvis lower. Soon, her excess saliva dripped down, and he shivered when she let the tip of her tongue drag up the underside of his cock.

“Fuck, you look so cute in your little dress, with your ribbons and shit. Were your panties soaked all morning while you sat listening to your minister telling you how much God loves you?”

“Mm-hmm,” Faith moaned.

“Did you sit next to your daddy and pray for the chance to take this big fucking dick down your throat?”

Again, Faith agreed. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, pumping him in time with each bob of her head. After a few minutes, her jaw began to ache, and Faust noticed. It reminded him of how she hurt the morning after they had sex for the first time. As satisfying as it was to know he’d left his mark in the form of nagging pain, her whimpers struck his chest in a sickening way that made him wince. Suddenly, the tears in her eyes from choking weren’t as erotic. He snapped his hips back and took her up in his arms, kissing her swollen lips until she tried pawing at his groin again.

“Please, I want to,” she whispered.

“I’m hurting you again.”

“No, I like it.”

“I don’t like making you hurt.”

“Faust, please,” Faith whined. “I can take it. It might hurt a little, but it feels so good. Please, I want to make you feel good too.”

“Turn around then.”

Faith reversed her position, lying down so her chest pressed against his stomach while she took him in her mouth again. Faust lifted her dress, sighing at the sight of her panties before wedging them to the side. Her pussy looked smooth, appetizing, and so wet he longed to suck the dew from her lips. He did, and the moment his tongue made contact with her opening, she groaned around his length. He gave her mouth one shallow thrust before spreading her wide to stare at her opening.

“Fuck, your pussy tastes so sweet when you’re all wet for me. Just soaking through your panties for me.”

Faith learned to breathe through her nose as she sucked his cock. His remarkable length hitting the back of her throat caused wave after wave of spit to fill her mouth. She swallowed it all down, moaning when his tongue sluiced back and forth over her pussy lips, locating her clit after a moment of teasing.

“Oh, yeah. Suck that cock while I eat your perfect little pussy.”

She squealed when he spanked her, the sensation encouraging her to go faster. Faust placed her thighs over his shoulders and got off the bed with her hanging in the air. Though suspended several feet off the ground, Faith continued working his shaft while he tilted his pelvis, effectively fucking her mouth while he sucked her clit.

If Faith were a regular band-slut, Faust would have dropped her back onto the bed and thoroughly fucked her throat until her cheeks turned purple. But she wasn’t. Faith was all his and had never given thought to jump from one guy to the next the way his previous flings had. It’s what made him treat her with care. He couldn’t get off to the sounds of her gagging and spluttering all over his dick. He wanted her to feel as good as she made him feel, no matter how badly he wanted to pound into her mouth.

Though she was much smaller than him, suspending her weight grew tiresome, and he lay back down on the bed so she could finish him off in comfort. He cradled her jaw, forcing her to look up at him while his shaft glided back and forth over her tongue. Then, she slid onto the floor, kneeling before him in a more traditional position. He fought off the urge to pull her face closer and let her follow her instincts.

After a while, Faith popped off his dick, stretching her sore jaw muscles. Faust still hadn’t come, and she wondered how much longer he needed. Was she not doing it right? Did her skill pale in comparison to others he’d experienced? She stared up at him, eyes wide with wonder.

“I’m almost there, baby. Keep going. I know it hurts, but... Fuck, I’m close, I promise.”

The real issue was time. Faust expected is bandmates to show up at any moment. Sundays were designated for practice, and this week, they were recording demos before heading into the studio. He looked at the clock, and it read five past one. If they hadn’t shown up already, they were late. Faust shook his head free of worry and focused on the beautiful girl between his thighs, lavishing his dick with her tongue and lips. He closed his eyes, dropped his head back, and concentrated on the sensation. But before he made it to the edge of orgasm, his bedroom door flew open.

“Fuck!” Faust exclaimed, pulling out of Faith’s mouth before she realized what happened. When she looked up and saw the shock on his face, she turned around and gasped.

Ola, Mordy, and the new singer all stood in the doorway with varying degrees of amusement on their faces. Mordy tried pulling the door shut, but Ola’s boot was in the way. The guys tripped over each other, embarrassment and intrigue causing them each to stumble and offer apologies.

“Shit, Faust. Sorry!”

“Get the FUCK out! Doesn’t anyone know how to fucking knock?” Faust hollered.

Once the door shut, Faust looked down at Faith, who was glowing with humiliation.

“Oh, my God. I can’t believe that just happened,” she groaned.

“This is exactly why I wasn’t answering you. Today’s just not a good day.”

Faust rose from the bed, now flaccid, scooped up his boxers and got dressed while Faith fiddled with the hem of her dress.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had plans for the day. I just thought you were ignoring me because you’d had enough. I thought—”

“That’s fucking ridiculous, Faith. Don’t even bother finishing that sentence. You know that’s stupid. If I don’t answer my phone, it means I’m fucking busy. It doesn’t mean I’m out fucking other chicks. Don’t start to get all paranoid and clingy, okay? I hate that shit.”

Faith bit her tongue and nodded. “Okay. I’m sorry.”

“I already told you... Sundays I have band stuff to do. You have your stupid church shit, and I have my shit. We can’t be together every single day of every week.”

“I know,” she whispered. “I said I’m sorry.”

Faust found his wallet, opened it and took out a twenty-dollar bill. He handed it to her. Faith looked at him, confused.

“What’s this for?”

“Take a cab home. I can’t drive you.”

“But—”

“Look, babe, I’ll call you later. I have a lot to do today. We’re going into the studio, and I’m supposed to have my tracks down already, which I would have had finished had you not come in unannounced.”

Faith looked down at the note and then back up at him, feeling terribly obtuse and regretful. “I didn’t mean to interrupt something important. And you could have said something instead of letting me waste my time trying to make you feel good.”

Before Faust could get another word out, Faith left the room and shut the door with enough force to make him flinch. He knew he should go after her, but his pride anchored him in place. He would have to pick up the argument at a later time, though he knew the unfinished business would tail him to the studio and nag in the back of his mind all day.

Faust scoffed. “Goddamn it.”

He left his bedroom and found his band sitting in the living room looking like they’d seen a ghost walk by. Faust shook his head, not wanting to talk about what had just transpired.

“Uh, sorry, Faust. We thought you were still laying down drums. We had no idea you were—”

“Just shut the fuck up, all right? Let’s just get this over with.”

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