#WRONG. it just never worked!!! and I got so frustrated!!! so I drew this instead ugh..

[thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight]

OMG CAN U DO MIDORIYA X READER SOULMATE AU? Maybe they are connected with one for all somehow. (Doesn’t need to to anything canon) oh and i don’t care if reader is m or f.

maybe something where deku feels connection to reader and is overprotective but doesn’t first understand why.

your stories are lovely btw <3

ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡

Midoryia Izuku x GN!reader

Thank you, hun <3 I had too many ideas for this, so I made a small drabble instead. Hope you enjoy!

Everyone say thank you to Soup for editing this for me!

Deku was never sure what it was that drew him to you. 

He could ramble on about you for days.  Flowing like a raging river with no sign of stopping. On and on about your favorite things, habits of yours not even you had picked up on, how your hairstyle suits you, your flaws and your perfections, and so much more. His ramblings would never end.

But if you were to ask him why he felt connected to you?

He stops. 

Like something had blocked the flow in the river. Was it a giant rock? A dam? Had the water dried up? What stopped the boy who never stopped talking from talking?

Perhaps that was just the effect you had on him.

That's how crushes worked, right? They left you breathless? Unable to explain the feeling that burned in your chest? Left you at the mercy of the special person who had stolen your heart?

But a crush was elevating. Left you floating high in the sky, away from the harsh reality as you paraded around in your own little heaven where life could do no wrong. 

And Deku felt that, don't get him wrong. You gave him a different kind of high that left him stumbling and unable to think clearly. 

It was just that the burning sensation wasn't alone. The welcomed feeling of love was joined by something stronger. Something that didn't elevate Deku, but instead grounded him. A strong tug, forceful and demanding. Almost like a mini Bakugou had invaded his mind, yelling "TALK TO YOUR CRUSH. TALK TO THEM!" everytime you come near. 

Just like the real Bakugou, this voice was the center of his frustrations. 

He crouched down, stretching his legs. They were currently fighting against class 1-B in one of the natural disaster training grounds. The mission was simple: you had to steal the other team's flag and make it back to base with it.

He and the rest of his class had come up with a formation to ensure they would win.

Ashido, Sato, Jiro, Koda, Yaoyorozu, Kirishima, and Todoroki would stay behind to protect the flag.

Iida, Denki, Bakugou, Hagakure, Shoji, and you would go on to try to steal Class 1-B's flag.

Asui, Uraraka, Oijiro, Aoyama, Sero, Mineta and himself would hide in areas by both bases. Their job was to either help their classmate get to base if they were successful in capturing the flag, or stop a class 1-B member if they tried running off with theirs.

He stood hidden between two buildings, stretching his legs and arms. While he should've been thinking about how much of his power he should use, his thoughts got redirected to you. You were strong, Deku knew this, yet he couldn't help but feel uneasy about you going off for the flag.

When Momo had first proposed the formation, he had been hoping to be put in the same group as you, but she had other plans.

"I'm not sure if you've noticed, but you, Bakugou, and Todoroki have become the top 3 in the class. You're leaders. Each group needs a leader."

Momo said Deku could switch places with Bakugou, but he knew that wasn't going to happen. There was no way he'd comply with being back up.

And you switching groups wasn't an option either. You looked so excited about the position you were given. Deku couldn't take that from you.

Logically, he knew he was overreacting. This wasn't a war, it was training. They weren't fighting power hungry villains, they were fighting class 1-B in a safe and controlled environment. Nothing bad would happen.

You would be fine.

You would be fine.

You would be—

"I GOT IT!" 

Your voice-

BOOM– "START RUNNING, DUMBASS!"

Deku glanced over to see you and your team making a run for it. You used your quirk to get by as fast as you could, members of class 1-B following close behind.

Deku crouched, making eye contact with his team. He leapt forward, his teammates following suite.

While class 1-A had the advantage of having real experience with villains, class 1-B had improved their quirks significantly.

Deku found it difficult trying to keep up with their quick moments. The fact that he kept looking over to see where you were didn't help. 

He couldn't stop himself, he needed to know if you were ok.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Shiozaki launching Shoda. He was heading straight for you. 

(Author's note: if you don't remember who these people are: Shiozaki is the girl with vine hair, and Shoda is the guy with the Twin Impact quirk!)

He hit your side and yelled the one word Deku was afraid of hearing: 

"FIRE!"

An invisible force sent you flying into a wall, class 1-B's flag slipping through your fingers.

It was like time froze.

Deku couldn't see anything or anyone other than you—

And the man who hurt you.

Anger burned in his veins, everything within him screaming to do something.

That intense tug returned and it pulled him towards you. 

Always you.

Using 25% of his power, he ran after Shoda.

His black whip wrapped around Shoda's waist, and using the same force he used on you, he threw him.

"Ugh, my side…" You muttered. Though your voice was quiet, Deku heard it. It stuck out from the chaos around him and he found himself making his way to you. 

You held onto some rubble and wiped your bloody nose.

"Are you ok?" He grabbed your arm and put it around his shoulders. He thought about wrapping his free arm around your waist, but embarrassment held him back. 

"Yeah, it's just my back."

"It's not bad, is it—?"

"DEKU!" 

Deku jumped and you groaned in annoyance.

Bakugou stomped his way over to you, "The hell are you doing?! You didn't grab the flag butterfingers over here dropped! Now we have to go steal it all over again!"

Deku opened his mouth to ask him what he was talking about, before remembering the situation they were in. He had completely forgotten about the flags.

Guilt swarmed his stomach, he let his team down. What was he doing? 

"Get your head back in the game before I pummel your ass!"

"That's what she said—"

"SHUT IT, DUNCE FACE!"

Class 1-B won the flag game unfortunately. Everyone blamed Deku for their loss. He didn't blame them. 

This time it may have been a harmless game, but in battle he couldn't let himself get distracted so easily. He felt embarrassed for messing up.

All because he was worried about you.

You…

He sighed as he finished brushing his teeth. His classmates were all currently yelling at Mineta because he said something inappropriate again, not that Deku was paying much attention.

He was exhausted and his muscles ached. The only thing he was focused on was making it to his bed, though he failed that goal because the second he closed his bedroom door behind him, he collapsed on the floor and fell asleep.

Dark.

He felt warm and comfortable. Floors have never felt so good before and as he drifts off to sleep he wonders why he even has a bed...

...

Cold.

Deku looked around to see the familiar ghosts of the past. The past users of OFA.

Their faces were blurry and unclear. They all stood quietly, watching Deku carefully.

And in the center of it all was you.

You stood in the center, eyes trained on him.

"You may not be alone…one more is connected to you."

The holder's voices sounded muffled, but their words were clear.

You had some sort of connection to OFA.

How so, Deku wasn't sure,

But this was the tug that pulled him to you.

This was the connection you two shared.

And from that moment, he knew he had to get closer to you.

He needed to find out your connection to OFA.

#deku x reader #deku x gn!reader #deku x fem!reader #deku x male reader #izuku midoryia #midoryia x reader #izuku drabble #izuku x reader

[cuppa-ale]

long post ahead, not about anyone I follow or who follows me.

I don't know if who needs to read this ever will.  I don't know if it will do anything, or if it even matters.  But it matters to me.  I continue to feel so deeply frustrated by everything I've seen, and I still do not understand... why.

For starters: wanna know why I didn't just block y'all and move on when I called myself "proship" and said that people shouldn't be doxxed/harassed/belittled etc over fiction?  Because we had known each other for so long, and I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt.  I wanted to let it be your decision, your choice.  I even debated talking to you about it, but I don't know if that would have made a difference.

Above all else, I could not stand the uncertainty.  The uncertainty killed me, and I didn't want to live that way.  I needed an answer.  I guess I got it.  If my thought process was wrong, if the way I went about it was wrong, then so be it.  I can accept that.

But there's still so much I don't understand.  Like.... why on Earth did some of y'all think it was okay to put someone's private and clearly labeled NSFW/18+ account(s) on blast, when you claimed to be "protecting" people from that content?

If you're protecting people, especially minors, from seeing this supposedly "harmful" content, why on Earth would you give people a DIRECT LINK to it in the form of a "callout"??  When they otherwise would never have seen it?

Why was it more important to express your disgust and your discomfort, instead of actually respecting someone else's boundaries between their sfw and nsfw spaces?  Why would you repost stuff, even censored, that you literally compared to irl abuse material, and to your following that apparently includes minors?

Is it just because the targets you picked out were "acceptable" targets?  Because you thought they were gross or weird or whatever, you had free reign to use them as a punching bag and nobody would stand up to you, or up for them?

Why did some of y'all lazily drop the username of someone who you thought was a "freak" and give a direct line to them, as if that wouldn't lead to them being harassed or isolated, and... over what? Fan fiction??

Why is your definition of "consequences" someone's life being ruined over fan art that you thought was "gross", and how do you not realize how horrifying that is?  What about the consequences for stalking and harassing someone, for sending death threats, will you ever face consequences for that?  What about those consequences?

Just... what was the point?  What was the goal?  Was it worth it?

Was it funny to you?  Because it's not funny to me. Like at all.

It is so deeply frustrating to me.  And I know it extends even beyond this.  All of this was a symptom of a larger phenomenon that continues to happen.

I'll never forget seeing "callouts" where people apparently felt it necessary to list all the petty things they disliked about someone, down to what band they liked, as another "indictment" against them.  Like... what in the actual fuck does that have to do with what the person actually did?  What in the hell kind of nighest nothing bullshit is that?  And what are you saying about innocent folk who also like that band or whatever, what message does that send to them?

Or the times where I saw people be like, "I never liked their work anyway" or "I always knew they were weird."  Like.... okay?  Good for you?  It's not somehow an indictment against you even if you DID like them.  What kind of performative bullshit.  I still don't get it, but it was so fucking awful to be there to see some of this stuff.

What it does to you, the complexes it gives you, the paranoia and fear of being that "problematic" person that all your friends ridicule.  Not to mention who decides what's "problematic'" and worthy of a "callout" in the first place.  It became less "this person is dangerous / harmed someone" and more "this person drew / wrote something I don't like in their own space, so I'm going to make it everyone else's problem because nobody else can read."  Or, if they did both, the "bad art" would somehow take precedent over the actual human being they harmed???

I resent growing up here because of all that.  So much unnecessary anxiety and guilt and self doubt.  Nobody should have to live that way.  Nobody deserves that.

What's doubly frustrating to me, and confusing, is how you could easily take some of the stuff I've drawn and used it in any of those callouts.  How come no one ever took issue when I did it?  Was it because I was your friend?  That's somehow worse.  Was it because I didn't "rock the boat" so to speak?  Because I kept to myself?

But all that instilled in me a sense that I could also be on the chopping block at any moment, before even knowing the full extent of what was going on.  And in a way?  A lot of the stuff I drew was almost like a rebellion to that.  I can't quite explain it, but it was like.... a plead?  A call for understanding?  Because I really just drew stuff that spoke to me, that makes me feel something.  But I knew that others could find it "problematic" if they tried hard enough.

Maybe that call wasn't heard.  I'm fine with that.  I still think my art is like that in some ways.  A plead, a rebellion, a call for understanding that human beings and the art we create is so much more complex than the black-and-white veneer of purity bashing thought police would lead you to believe.  It's okay for it to be ugly, dirty, gritty, uncomfortable, messy, complicated, because the human experience is all of those things and more!

Maybe that's even pretentious, but I don't care.  I've already had my time worrying about that, and quite frankly I think that's a boring way to think!

I don't know if posting this will matter.  If it will change anything, if it will be ignored.  All I know is that it's important to me.

I don't really expect to get any answers.  I don't want anything from anyone.  I just think that, if nothing else, that someone needs to acknowledge this.  That these things happened.  That I'm not crazy, and the people who were subjected to this are not crazy.

I don't want to pretend that these things didn't happen, just because most people don't know about it.  The effects are still felt by people today.  They are felt by me, and all the people that were targeted back then, and even continue to be.  If I'm wrong, please correct.  Show me where my error lies.  It just makes me feel so sick, knowing what happened and how the stalkers, the abusers, the outright bullies will probably never face consequences.  If I am wrong, I would love to be.

At the end of the day, you get to log off and move on with your life.  Good for you.  The rest of us can't do that.

#long post #d/on't re/blog// #Xandri Speaks #I don't even want to use the discourse label for myself but that's. besides the point

[encantoartdump]

Based on an RP I’ve been doing with @lizzywrites1 

I drew Agustín and his Siblings ...who of which in the RP only Alejandra is alive. So I decided to draw Félix and his brothers.

Félix -     1st born -  5′5″  - 52 years old (he’s 17 in this picture) Felipe -     2nd born - 5′10″ - 51 years old (he’s 16 in this picture) Francisco -     3rd born - 5′8″ - 49 years old (he’s 14 in this picture) Fabian - 4th born - 5′7″ - 40 years old (he’s 5 in this picture)

Félix... well... we all know and love that man.

Felipe was the second born, favored by Mrs. Castillo which wasn’t necessarily a good thing. She pressed him to become an Engineer, though he absolutely hated math. He bitterly watched on as Félix got to learn about human anatomy and different interesting procedures while he had to delve into the intricacies of applied mathematics. He was only a year younger, but he felt like he was years ahead of Félix... and actually encouraged Félix to ‘run into’ the wild child of the Madrigals- because he KNEW it’d knock him down some pegs in the eyes of their parents.

Francisco wanted to be far more laid back than his parents allowed. His father was a well-taught psychologist prior to them settling in Encanto and starting this family... so he was the most violently taught. He couldn’t get anything wrong, or he would receive the belt. A disciplinarian at heart- their father took frustrations out on Francisco to the point where the slight jingle of a belt made the poor boy flinch. He was jealous that focus never shifted to Félix- who had a far more difficult profession to study for- but because he was so brilliant and also the sole caretaker of Fabian- the focus was never on him. He never got chastised for practicing incorrectly, it only ever seemed to be on Francisco... so he tried often to sabotage things that Félix did.

Fabian is the youngest... he looked up to Félix like a father. No one was cooler, or funnier, or more admirable than Félix! That was... until the day the family left Félix behind in Encanto. They wouldn’t tell him why...they just told him that he didn’t love Fabian. He’d rather love anyone else but Fabian. Their focus turned now to the young boy- instead of Félix becoming the doctor of the family... it was forced upon Fabian... but as he grew older, he grew bolder... just like Félix. Defying his parents wishes... instead of going to large hospitals to help the wealthy- he traveled to poorer towns to heal those who can’t otherwise afford it. He even did field work during the war times, tending to the wounded. Oftentimes doing things probono, somewhat to spite his parents... but also because somewhere in his heart- he remembered his big brother’s teachings to be kind to everyone, and even kinder to those in need.

RP backstory under cut~

In the RP- Félix hails from a bit of a bigot type of family- once residents of Encanto- not approving of Félix’s infatuation of Pépa. They had children but didn’t care too much in raising them in a warm way- lackluster in love, and very strict with teaching them ‘important’ trade skills. Wanting Félix to become a doctor, Francisco- a Psychologist and Felipe an Engineer.

When they had Fabian- it was immediately Félix’s duty as the oldest brother to care for him. Which made Pépa fall for the 13 year old Félix even harder (granted she was only 11 at the time). So in Félix’s heart, Fabian was like his first son- because he raised him for 5 years before ‘the event’ happened.

One day his parents became fed up with his spending all his time with Pépa, she wasn’t even a ‘real’ Colombian! Porcelain skin- green eyes- RED hair! They wanted nothing of it... so they gave him an ultimatum...

“choose your family and leave Encanto with us tomorrow- or stay with that girl and never see Fabian again”

With a broken heart... Félix chose love. Something he KNEW he’d never get if he left with his parents. They wouldn’t even let him say goodbye to Fabian. Left alone in Encanto- in the empty shell of his family home at 18 years old, a hole left in his heart, knowing he’ll never ever see his ‘son’...his baby brother Fabian ever again.

#Young Felix #felix madrigal #felix encanto #Felix Castillo #encanto fanart #Castillo Family #encanto #disney encanto #Felix family before Encanto #Encanto Headcannon #Encanto OC #Encanto HC #please enjoy #this one is a bit sad #but sometimes the happiest people #come from the least happiest situations #encantoartdump

[jonesatheart]

Make it Stop

This is a section from a larger work in progress and contains heavy implications of past sexual abuse, nothing graphic, but undeniably there. There is also discussion of body memories. You have been warned.

Raph wedged himself between the wall and Casey, who was backed into corner of the room clutching his head in both hands with his knees pulled to his chest, and gently drew him sideways against his plastron.

Casey let go of his head to cling to Raph's arm and in response Raph curled his arm around him and gently thumbed the back of Casey's head.

"I don't know what's happenin'," he breathed.

"Talk to me," Raph encouraged. "Tell me what's goin' on so I can help."

Casey shook his head. "I can't." He finally managed.

Raph took a breath and decided to gently push. "Y'know I'd never judge ya for something that's obviously pretty serious, right? Cause I kinda got a guess at what's goin' on. Ya don't gotta deal with it alone, Case. Ya don't...gotta hide it or feel ashamed of it. I'd never hold somethin' that's clearly upsettin' over ya head."

"I don't even really know what it is. I just-" he let out a frustrated whine and pressed his face against Raph's arm.

"It's okay," Raph assured. "It's okay. I kinda figured you wouldn' cause...ya not the one that's been lookin' into stuff. If ya want. I can tell ya what I think is goin' on and we can try some stuff, or we can just try some stuff."

"I wanna know what's goin' I just- I feel wrong."

Raph nodded. "There's this thing that happens called somatic flashbacks or body memories. Basically instead of the kinda flashback they always show on TV where ya see it, ya body feels what happened instead." He bit his lip, an ache swelling in his chest for his friend. "For people who've been through what you have...sometimes that means their bodies react like it's happenin' all over again. But the thing of it is...bodies don't know any better about what's wanted and what's not. Bodies just react. That's what they're designed to do. It ain't ya fault. And it doesn't mean...that you secretly wanted it or enjoyed it. It was just a reaction. Somethin' you didn't have control over. And it's never gonna be somethin' that reflects anythin' about you, Case."

Casey squirmed, trying to pull his legs in tighter. "It feels real," he whispered, tears slowly over taking him. "It's like I can feel 'er on me. I want it to stop. How do I make it stop?"

"I know," Raph answered gently, calmly, even as anger and sadness fought in his chest. "I know, it's okay, buddy. Ya safe, okay? Ya not back then, ya here, right now, with me. I want ya to do some of that slow breathin' Don showed us, alright? We gotta getcha grounded, okay? So take some deep breaths, focus on my voice, what ya hear and feel around ya. Where ya at? Name the place."

Casey swallowed. "The lair."

"Uh-huh," Raph began rocking side to side. "Specifically?"

"Your room."

"That's right. How old are ya?"

"Twenty-five."

"Mhm. How long we known each other?"

"I dunno. Two years? Three years? Somethin' like that?"

"Yeah, somethin' like that. I don't know exactly either." Raph rubbed up and down Casey's spine. "Where ya workin' right now?"

"My shop."

"Ya doin' great, Case," Raph encouraged. He could feel Casey slowly starting to relaxing in his arms. "How long ya been doin' that?"

"Bout six months."

"Good. Those kindsa questions are just to help reminda ya when ya are. Ya not there anymore, pal. She can't touch you. She doesn't know where ya live, she doesn't know where ya at right now. She can't get to ya. How ya feelin', pal?"

Casey let out a breath and nodded. "It's less loud."

"Good. If I had the lights on we could do a few others. Have ya name some stuff ya can see, pick out a color and name stuff ya see that is that color, holdin' an ice cube, smellin' a candle or whatever, all those kindsa things that remind ya where ya actually at."

"I'm okay."

"Yeah, ya are," Raph agreed and hugged him tightly. "I gotcha, buddy."

#whumptober2023 #no.3 #make it stop. #tmnt #fic #implied noncon tw #my writing

[leftnipsdoodles]

red spear of fate

#lancer rly stabbed himself a fuckbuddy. cant believe the foresight on that guy #emiya #archer #lancer #shirou emiya #fate series #well you see. without lancer killing shirou. archer wouldnt exist. so I thought I had a clever visual here #(esp bc lancer also stabs himself) #but no matter what the fuck I tried. I couldnt create a good composition with the three of them impaled at once #bc of the height difference. like ok. make lancer crouch down and have him impaled at an angle #so shirou can stand and then archer stands behind him. bc of the angle now he can also be impaled right? #WRONG. it just never worked!!! and I got so frustrated!!! so I drew this instead ugh.. #im sure a better artist can figure it out. go nuts lol

[birbthebird]

Yandere! Macaque/Reader— Oneshot

“Hey moonlight! I got the snacks ready for movie night!”

Macaque yelled into the empty apartment as he entered through the front door, removing his boots to side whilst holding onto the snacks that resided inside a plastic bag.

“I was thinking we could watch a scary movie since they’re so funny, you know? Plus, seeing how scared you get is so cute too!”

The black-haired ape chuckled and placed the snacks on the counter, waiting for you to respond. But nothing came. It wasn’t like you to stay quiet for so long, you were normally loud and a chatterbox whenever you get the chance.

Something was wrong.

His eyes narrowed, his ears drew back as if he were ready to pounce on anything that would move or make a sound. He summoned his shadow duplicates and immediately started searching around the apartment.

Nothing.

He started to grow frustrated and worried. He couldn’t lose you, not after he finally had something good in his pathetic life. Macaque and his duplicates left through your apartment window and began to search all around the city, determined to have you and bring you back with him.

He still remembered the first time he met you, it was also the first time he fell for you as well. After losing his battle to MK and Sun Wukong, he landed on your fire escape with scratches and a sore body.

He remembered thinking you were so stupid to mindlessly check out your fire escape with no means of defense like a knife or frying pan, but that was just another part macaque loved about you.

Instead of screaming in fear of the dark the being just outside your apartment, you instead squealed with delight and bombarded the monkey with compliments that he never thought he would hear before. You called him ‘cute’ and ‘cool’, making him blush and feel all tingly inside. And although he’ll never admit it, he always wanted to hear more praises from you.

Soon after you saw his injured state, you quickly pulled him inside and wrapped him in soft blankets and pillows on your living room couch with a cup of warm tea as well. Immediately tending to his wounds and telling him everything will be alright.

The feeling he felt that night was…nice.

He continued to visit you with injuries and although you welcomed him in with open arms, macaque never spoke or showed his true power to you in fear or what you might think of him.

But one night, however, he spoke.

“Thanks… for everything, moonlight.”

He never heard you scream so loudly before, you even had your neighbors check up on you to make sure you weren’t being murdered. Nevertheless, your relationship with him took on from there.

He’d stay at your home for the entire day and even stay some nights but it’s not like that really mattered because it already felt like he was living in your apartment, not like that you really minded tbh.

Macaque then found himself starting to fall for you, and hard. He blushed whenever you continued to praise him, he wanted to hug you, keep you close, listen to you talk every single day, he wanted to stay with you and only you.

When he realized he was in love, he was scared. He didn’t want to lose you as much as he wanted to have you, next thing you know— he’s obsessed with keep you safe. He would constantly stay by your side and even follow you to work, he’d even watch you sleep! Baring his teeth and growling at anyone who encounters you in public, it was trying to keep his composure in order to not scare you away. He believed with everything he was doing was able to keep you safe and away from harms way. He thought he wouldn’t be able to lose you.

But he did, and that was now.

He jumped from building to building, searching inside every store and establishment. Looking through every alleyway and street, WHERE WERE YOU?! He swore to the gods that if he wasn’t able to find you, he would tear the people and this city apart if he had to.

CRASH!

Macaque immediately dashed towards the loud sound which was located in a nearby alleyway he wasn’t able to check yet.

To both his relief and horror, you were there in the narrow alleyway— but not alone. You were currently trying to hold your injured self up as you lean towards a wall for stability, a broken glass bottle pointing towards the three men in front of you. The perpetrators for your current state.

“You’re making this hard on yourself, girlie. You put up a good fight, but now it’s time you come with us.”

The man in the middle spoke in a gruff and rough voice, he and his other two companions were injured and tired themselves but not as much as you. Who was ready to collapse at any given moment, you gritted your teeth and yelled.

“FUCK OFF! I already paid my debt in full! What more do you want with me?!”

“The boss believes you’ll be able to serve him in more, intimate ways~ if you you don’t want to die tonight that is.”

The man chuckled darkly while you gasped slightly in fear, before you could turn around and run, a large sudden force to the hard concrete floor stopped you in your tracks.

You screamed, afraid of what might happen to you, afraid you’ll never be able to return to the life you loved living. You started to think of macaque, tears started to swell up in your eyes, you would probably never be able to tell him how you truly felt.

“I think I’ve seen enough.”

Just then, you were now able to move again because the large man that was holding you down was now currently being shoved against a wall from a shadowy being that reminded you a lot like someone you remembered.

“Macaque?”

There, before you was your monkey friend, Macaque. The men behind him were being held down by shadowy figures identical to him, he looked at you with a soft and apologetic look. A part of you also noticed him looking somewhat deranged and unhinged.

“[Name], I’m sorry— I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect you, I love you.”

Macaque spoke through panted breaths, tired from running around the city all night while also using his energy to keep his shadows out in order to help him. You were stunned, he just said he loved you. What do you now? Do you say it back, you’ve wanted to say it for a long time but right now? When you were nearly kidnapped? When was he able to summon those shadow thingys?!

Every thought was running inside your head on what say— what to do— but you didn’t have to. Macaque did that for you, he enveloped you in a tight hug. His body shaking while he tried to keep everything inside him composed, you hugged him back.

“I love you too, but— let’s go home first, before I pass out too.”

You chuckled softly, he nodded without saying anything else and picked you up bridle style. The adrenaline in your body left quickly as it came and just before you could slip into sweet unconsciousness, you looked back at the men in the alleyway. Wondering why they haven’t said anything at the bizarre situation they were in.

Your eyes widened in fear, blood. All there was was blood, their bodies— the shadows— it disappeared. All but their blood splattered on the walls and floors of the alleyway.

“Don’t worry, they won’t bother you again. Moonlight.”

…shit.

[This was more short than I liked but it’s whatever and no, you didn’t die.]

#six eared macaque #macaque x reader #monkie kid macaque #lego monkie kid #macaque #x reader #reader insert #Yandere #yandere Macaque

[starshipsofstarlord]

There was a Girl...

Pairing | Jace Wayland x reader

Summary | When Clary becomes a shadowhunter, she notices how cold and ruthless Jace is. Every one seems to relate to his pain, not resonating at quite the same level. They’re all mourning nevertheless.

Warnings | Mentions of death, brief smut (handjob), angst, heartbreak, unrequited feelings (for Clary)

Requested ✖️

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

Opening your eyes, you awoke to Jace's chest, his blonde hair falling over his face. You preferred how it looked when it was a little bit scruffy instead of slicked back, and you reached for one of the hanging strands. They were like seams of gold, reflecting from the light that hid within him.

Most people had the wrong perspective on the young man, they only saw a well skilled shadow hunter. But they ignored the smart and witty, yet simultaneously charming person that he was underneath all of his runes. His parabatai Alec was familiar with the set of abilities that his brother figure had, and all that he would accomplish. People thought, because of Jace’s distorted, and confusing past, that he was just another warrior to serve whatever institute that he was sent to.

But in fact, he was not. His duty would always be, to put his family and friends first. He liked to put you on the top of the list, but you always felt the need to scrap that idea, claiming that you could not be his priority from start to finish. It was as though you knew what you future held for you, and how indeed, he could not manage to protect every person that he cared about. The prospect was a great responsibility, far too much for one shadow hunter, even if they be among the best of their kind.

To put such a weight on your own shoulders was defiantly cruel, it would always end in failure, no matter what was done to prevent said downfall. There was never a possibility of saving everyone, that was insanity. The monsters had to kill, in order for you all to remain outside of Idris, and continue on with your heaven sent duty.

“Jace?” You could tell he was awake from how he smiled at the sound of your voice. “Come on.” It was an attempt to encourage him, but you were quick to realise that it wasn’t working. He didn’t like mornings all that much, for good reason too, after all you were shadowhunters.

“Jace.” Your voice became louder and clearer, up to the point where it no longer sounded like your own. He looked away from the screen, to see the new girl watching him. She had an expectant glaze to her green eyes, which were much different from the shield that was covering his own. His pools were surrounded by a shadow of grief, pulling down the entirety of his face to the point where it looked as though he no longer wanted to live.

And that wasn’t entirely incorrect, he struggled at life, often never finding a moment of happiness, and if he did, then he would paint a smile upon his face and wear it to satisfy everyone else around. He had tried to cope with the loss that burdened his heart so gravely, yet nothing made it feel okay. You’d want him to move on, whether it be to lose his vengeful esteem concerning your passing, or find someone else to confide in late at night, to stay up with talking as his head rested upon the pillow, that he needed to wash, so it didn’t smell like you.

Or even, if not to share a bed with this new person, your overall plan as you sat with the angels above would be to find some kind of peace. But that appeared to be the last thing that he wanted as he digitally scoured the city of New York for monsters to uncover, and kill. If he couldn’t protect you, the love of his life, then he would settle for doing so with humans, after all, that had been the way that you had gone. The job had been your passion, yet simultaneously your downfall, and he’d be fine if one of these days he failed to tackle a beast, and it got to him first.

“Clary.” He greeted her, wanting to remove a dangerous monster from the streets by decapitating it. In memory, he would use your favourite blade, spilling blood upon its glowing stake to keep your legacy continuing, although, it did not do much but serve to release Jace’s frustrations. It was a day in which he wanted to speak to nobody, have nobody following him, nor asking him mundane questions about what it meant to be a shadowhunter. Hell, he didn’t even know! To him, the lifestyle was nothing more than accommodated anguish, though, he had been told not to promote it using those words, otherwise, there wouldn’t exactly be many people lining up to join the adverse fight.

And one of the people that he had in mind concerning excitement over a dire and ‘exciting’ lifestyle was Clary. She was naive, and whilst she didn’t know everything, today wasn’t particularly the day in which he wished to explain it to her. It, being predominantly anything. Whilst he had managed to be nice to her during the first few days, it was out of courtesy, considering Alec had an instant distaste towards the wide eyed redhead; he wasn’t sure why, but he supposed that Clary could see a detail of himself that was hidden from the others.

However, even through Jace’s welcoming exterior, was in pain. The feeling tormented him, denying him a break from the patronising pressure, leaving him to hold blame to nobody but himself. The hurt was cemented into his eyes, reflecting as he watched all other tragedies with a stone cold expressions, them hardly affecting him, because he had and was experiencing the worst routine of torture that was possible to him. He had watched you die, and nothing could take those horrific memories from him, no matter how much he wanted them gone.

That was the last time that he saw you. When you passed in his arms, a large wound in your abdomen pouring out with blood, drowning his desperate hands as he tried his utmost to put pressure on the life threatening injury. He wanted to save you but he didn’t know how, his training had always claimed that killing the monsters was more important than saving the life of a shadowhunter from an unknown bloodline. There had been nothing to prepare him for that day in the field, he was a fighter, and taught to be so, not a healer; he wasn’t a medic, he was just a warrior. “What do you want?” Blatantly fell from his round lips as he cast an eye towards the newbie, unimpressed by her timing, or her presence at all.

Clearly, she hadn’t received the memo to leave him be, especially today out of all the rest. Alec, having the personalised intel as to why Jace was emitting a solitary rut understood why he wished to be alone, and respected the space, granting him as much time to himself as he wanted. And whilst Alec was your friend also, he could feel the deep longing that was stabbing his parabatai in the chest, and it killed him too. Your death had been so unexpected, and now without you, there was a void within the institute. And the archer felt as though Clary was trying to fill it, and he saw that as nothing more than disrespect, though she was probably ignorant to the history that wandered the halls.

Her face revelled back at his tone, but nevertheless she continued on with her prying. “I was wondering if I could join you on the hunt, I’m getting better, Izzy even said so.” Jace refrained from rolling his eyes, and contained the feeling that was trying to burst out of his chest. It was anger, directed at everyone that was still alive, including himself. There was no fairness in it, to say that he was sad was an understatement, he was eternally devastated, the death of you had broken him, crumbled him into a figure that he no longer recognised.

“No, you can’t Clary.” He dismissed her, walking away, and going to grab his seraph so that he could hunt this sucker down, and bring upon the same kind of pain to its family as its kind had down to him. God, did you look badass as you swung it, and the thought alone had tears resonating in his unmatched eyes, thinking of how it was the last relic that remained of you.

Walking casually into the armoury, Jace had his hands prized in the depths of his pockets, as his expert and quick fleeting eyes focalised on you, and the weapon within your hold. Your body leant in harmony with the blade, the sound of it woosh-img in the air satisfying to all that could hear; that being only you and the Wayland boy.

“Can i not train in peace?” You groaned, lowering the blade whence you realised that you were being watched. The eyes trailed up your side where your shirt had ridden up, raking over the rune that you had drew upon your skin only this morning. A light laugh fell from Jace’s lips as he stalked forward, taking your seraph out of your hand, and going to lob it upon the ground, but the stern look in your eyes stopped him. Instead, against his nature, he placed it down as though it were made of glass, and rose to stand before you once more.

“Not when you look that good.” The blonde retorted with a sly smirk, sliding his hands up the sides of your hips, finding absolute solace in the feel of your skin. He could be against you forever, and he would not complain, so long as it did last for such a time. “Makes me want to do things to you y/n y/l/n. Terrible things. What would the heads think?” He asked, in reference to those that were in charge of the institute.

Stifling down remarked laughter at his sensually intended words, you raised your forefinger to the space above his brows, and poked him with enough pressure, so that he would pay attention to the notion. “That you’re not thinking with your own.” You went to cross your arms, but instead, Jace grabbed them, moving down to cast his hand over your own.

“Oh, I’m not.” The shadowhunter confirmed, placing your hand upon the crotch of his sweats, applying enough force behind his grip so that you could feel him twitching. “I am indeed having thoughts from elsewhere, would you like to see my sweet?” Licking your lips, you nodded, watching as he peeled the layer away, wrapping your hand around his base, and giving him a few jerks, feeling his pulse race through his cock.

“Tell me more about what you’re thinking my love.” You bit your bottom lip, fluttering your eyelashes up at him, only to reverberate a groan from the blonde male. He panted as your pace quickened, and he was almost certain that he was going to spray his jizz all over the floor if you did not uphold your sexual administrations. His head leant back, as pleasured sounds broke through the clenching of his teeth.

And then, it all stopped as a voice, dressed in absolute disgust, written over with unmotivated shock, interrupted your little exchange. “Really guys, this is a gym, not your damned bedroom. The two of you really are disgusting!” It was Alec, and he cringed at the fact that he had seen his best friend’s cock being stroked in your grasp. Yeah, he wasn’t going to be training today, or at least, not in the asserted place for it.

“Clary.” Izzy called her name, wearing a short lived smile. Whence she studied the expression of the redhead, she was quick to pay attention to the disappointment upon her face. There was confusion laddered in her skin, masking it with creased that made her look worried all at the same time. “What happened?” The Lightwood woman asked concerned, bracing a hand upon said girl’s shoulder.

“Jace snapped at me.” The newcomer informed her, frowning at the prospect, and then after all that, he had stormed off, as though she didn’t even matter. She felt well and truly rejected, like a newspaper that had been tossed in the street, and ending up in a horrible puddle. “I thought he might have liked me, but his attitude says otherwise.”

Izzy twitched her nose; she knew what day it was. There was no way to break it to Clary easy that Jace had no amorous emotions towards her, and so instead of being blunt with the new resident at the institute, she decided to tell the woman a story. “There was a girl...” she began, knowing that after all was explained, that Clary would understand.

#jace wayland imagines #jace wayland x reader #Jace herondale x reader #jace wayland x yn #jace smut #Jace Wayland smut #Jace x reader #jace wayland x you #jace wayland imagine #Jace Wayland one shot #shadowhunters oneshot #shadowhunters x reader #shadowhuntersjace #shadowhunters imagine #shadowhunters fic #shadow hunters x reader #dominic sherwood x reader #dom x reader #imagines #imagine #xreader

[andypantsx3]

subtle | shouto todoroki/reader

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

status: complete

length: 2,171 words

summary: Someone leaves chocolates on your desk. You're determined to track down the sender, certain it's a mistake, and Shouto Todoroki makes himself as unhelpful as possible.

tags: romance, reader-insert, fluff, valentine’s day

warnings: aged up characters (no smut though!!)

There was a box on your desk.

There was a box on your desk, and the sight of it was enough to instantly set you on edge.

The box looked normal enough, if a little fancy, maybe. Its lacquered top glinted brightly under the fluorescent office lighting, its smooth, polished sides waterfalling into the soft matte of your desktop underneath. You weren’t close enough to read the inscription, but you could just make out some elegant, curling script inlaid into the top of the box, possibly the name of whichever company had produced it.

The box looked very normal, in fact. Only, you knew it wasn’t. Boxes didn’t just show up in the middle of the Todoroki Hero Agency, a campus swimming with pros and armed with layers of security so deep it took even you--Shouto Todoroki’s manager--fifteen full minutes to get through screening every morning. It was something very much like being a prison guard at Tartarus.

So either this box meant the agency was dealing with a security breach the likes of which had scarcely been seen before, or someone had mistaken your desk for somebody else’s.

Which, considering it was Valentine’s Day, made a lot more sense.

Buoyed by the realization it wasn't a security risk, you crept closer, peering at the box, and the script resolved itself into the name of the extremely fancy chocolatier in Hiroo district that you made a point of drooling over every time you had to make a house call on Shouto. Their prices were literally insane, so you had never let yourself wander inside, unwilling to shell out an entire week’s pay for a tiny set of chocolates. Even if they did look absolutely fucking unbelievable from the window.

Your mouth watered.

That confirmed it--this was a Valentine's gift, and it was definitely a mistake. For the briefest of seconds, you’d wondered if maybe you had gotten obligatory office friendship chocolates, but this was too much. Some poor, love-sodden flop had gone out, spent their week’s pay on someone they were clearly very serious about, and then proceeded to fuck the entire thing up by plonking their gift straight onto your desk instead of their intended’s.

You frowned, quickly checking the box over for some kind of clue as to who had left it. There was no note included, nothing even mildly helpful that would give you the slightest hint of the person who'd left it here. Which left you with the question of how to return the box to the sender without knowing who they were, or how to pass it on to whoever they’d really meant it for.

You drew your bottom lip between your teeth, staring hard at the surface of the box like you could crack its code if only you glared hard enough. The box stared back at you, unhelpfully silent.

You were still skewering the box with your gaze some minutes later, determined to unravel its secrets, when a deep voice murmured from your doorway.

“You look puzzled."

You startled, whipping around to find Shouto propping up the wall, looking as unfairly handsome as usual. He was watching you intently, those heterochromatic eyes fastened to your face in that careful way he had, the one that always made you feel too warm and slightly unfocused. As usual, it was all you could do to remind yourself that you were a professional and he was something solidly between a friend and a coworker, and no matter how cute and attentive he was, you shouldn't get any ideas.

This morning, he was dressed in his hero uniform, tall and broad-shouldered, his distinctive hair only a little ruffled from his early patrol. It wasn’t often someone tried something in the districts he watched over anymore, probably too nervous to find themselves on the wrong end of the number four hero’s temper. You knew from the reports you received to your phone that the only trouble he’d encountered this morning was a pack of amorous school girls purposely misusing their quirks to draw his attention.

Thirty minutes ago, in fact, you’d almost spit out your coffee laughing at a photo of him looking wildly uncomfortable as he attempted to ice down some girl’s lava quirk with his right hand while fighting off her unfathomably enormous bouquet with his left. It was only right that he should suffer once a year, when every other day he got to stalk about as handsome as you please, oblivious to the effects his appearance had on every breathing person within a five mile radius.

You gave him an absent nod, gaze drawn back to the box on your desk.

“Somebody accidentally left something in here,” you told him, gesturing to it. “I’m trying to figure out how to track down who it was, or who it was meant for.”

Shouto made a small noise in the back of his throat, almost like a cough, and it was enough to startle you into looking up at him again.

“What?” you asked, peering at him. Was he coming down with something? It wasn't often he got sick, but when he did, he usually attempted to hide it and needed to be steamrolled into taking time off. You looked him over, trying to assess whether or not you needed to start badgering him now.

Shouto gazed back at you evenly, his expression deceptively bland. “...You think it’s not for you.”

You felt yourself blink at him, surprised by the comment and struggling to discern his meaning. What did he mean, you think it’s not for you? “Of course it’s not for me, Shouto, it’s from Grégoire Chardin.”

You knew he’d know the place, considering he lived in the same fancy rich people neighborhood as the chocolatier, but Shouto looked unimpressed.

“Why should that mean it’s not for you?” he asked, his tone dry.

The remark caught you off guard, as his comments sometimes did, and you bit down something like a smile. Bless his sweet, oblivious, rich boy heart. Either he overestimated your appeal to his agency staff, or he really did not understand the concepts of cost and return on investment.

“It’s expensive, it’s not something you would give someone as obligatory chocolates,” you explained, watching as a white eyebrow went up. His expression sharpened into something you couldn’t read well.

“It could be a secret admirer,” he said.

You stared blankly back at him, absolutely floored by the idea.

He thought you had a secret admirer? The idea sent an excited thrill all the way down to your toes, but you quickly squashed the feeling. So far, you'd never been on the receiving end of any furtive but romantic gestures, and you really didn't get any interested vibes from anyone in the office, no lingering glances or excuses to spend more time with you. The person who paid you the most amount of attention was Shouto, which was to be expected, considering how closely you worked together. And obviously he wasn't interested, he was just happy to stand in your doorway spouting wild conspiracies about his agency staffers like they were completely reasonable things to say.

“I don’t have a secret admirer,” you told him.

Shouto’s mouth pressed into a thin line and he took an intent step forward into your office. “Is the point of a secret admirer not to be exactly that--secret? How can you be sure?”

You couldn’t help it--you gaped at him, your face going weirdly warm. Okay, was he--was he serious? You obviously weren’t the most unfortunate creature on earth, and you even had your good days, but nobody in their right mind was going to attempt anything with you when there were girls like Nejire Hado and Ibara Shiozaki roaming the hallways of his agency. Even several of the analysts and most of the support crew had you beat out in terms of appeal--literally bless this man for his obvious indifference to your appearance.

“I, uh--thanks for your confidence in me,” you said, fighting down a laugh. “But I assure you, it definitely wasn’t meant for me. I just have to figure out who left it and who they meant it for.”

Shouto shifted impatiently, like he was waiting for something.

“You’re so certain,” he said, sounding frustrated.

“Of course I am,” you waved at him vaguely. It was actually super cute that he thought you could net yourself a dude who was willing to shell out Grégoire Chardin dollars, but you were just wasting time now, lingering over the least important part of this entire affair. “Listen, Shouto. I know sometimes men talk in the locker rooms. If you--if you hear anything, will you let me know? I just want to return it, it looks way too good sitting here.”

It was actually taking all your willpower not to open it and avail yourself of Japan’s finest chocolate, considering you would never have another opportunity like this again. Maybe you should just pretend it was for you....Really, no one could fault you for opening something left in your own office. But...no. No, you knew better.

Shouto appeared indifferent to your internal struggle. He watched you for a long moment, his features impassive. “Under one condition,” he finally allowed.

You cocked an ear to show you were listening, rifling around with the paperwork on your desk to distract yourself from the chocolate. You were strong, a good person. You had willpower like steel. You did not need to eat it, no no no.

“If no one comes looking for it by the end of the day, you will open it,” he said, moving closer.

You glanced up at him, shocked. “Shouto, this is someone else’s gift,” you hissed. “I can’t just open it.”

He placed a large palm down on your desk, leaning over you slightly. “That is my bargain.”

“You want me to steal somebody’s shit in your own agency,” you accused him. You tried not to pay attention to how close he had gotten, how straight his nose was up close, the way his eyes seemed brighter and his mouth pulled into a pout almost too pretty for a man.

The rest of his expression slipped into something like annoyance, matching his pout. “If no one comes for it, then it must be evident that it was meant for you.”

You suppressed a derisive laugh. Now was not the time to get shirty with your own boss, especially when his delusions were kind of sweet. It was honestly just short of a miracle that a man who looked like Shouto did could possibly think anyone on earth would have a thing for you, regardless of his own tastes.

“What if they’re just too shy to ask for it back?” you asked, watching those heterochromatic eyes flick over you curiously.

“If it’s as expensive as you say, someone will come looking,” he said. Which was actually kind of annoyingly reasonable.

A smirk flitted across his maddeningly perfect face when you failed to come up with another argument. He had a point, and he knew it.

You let out a gusty sigh. “Fine, but only because I’m certain someone will come looking for it. Please be subtle when you’re gathering info, okay? I'm sure this is embarrassing for whoever made this mistake.”

Shouto looked almost offended. “I am perfectly capable of being subtle,” he intoned in his deep voice.

This time, you did laugh. He was quiet, maybe, very perceptive, and unobtrusive when he wanted to be, but no one had ever accused the man of possessing tact. “Yeah, okay. Just, try to channel more subtlety than you think you need, okay? No one else but the sender needs to know about the mix up.”

There was a moment of silence, and then Shouto was leaning over you more fully, eyes glittering strangely as his clean, fresh scent met your nose. You froze in your chair, brain going horrifyingly vacant as he leaned impossibly nearer. What the fuck was he doing?

“It will be like I’m not even asking,” Shouto promised, his voice light. “Not asking anyone at all.”

You tried to scrape your thoughts back into something resembling order, but the effort was all but futile. You needed to get him out of your space stat before you embarrassed yourself.

”Okay, then it’s a deal,” you said quickly. “Now go...flambé a villain or something.”

Shouto lingered for a long moment, his mouth curling a little at the corner, like he was being let in on a secret you couldn’t hear. His eyes brushed over you, almost like a physical touch. And then he was gone, pulling open the door to your office, looking annoyingly pleased with himself.

“You will see,” he said by way of farewell. “You will find out how subtle I can be.”

You stared at him in confusion, but he didn’t explain himself. He just smirked, and closed the door behind himself.

#todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #bnha #bnha fanfic #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #shouto todoroki x reader

[kneexsock]

entp x infj playlist

(just songs that remind me of entpen!s and infjesus falling for each other) is this based on irl experiences? mAYBE. - infj (f)

Kesha - Die Young 

“So while you're here in my arms Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young”

“Looking for some trouble tonight  Take my hand, I'll show you the wild side Like it's the last night of our lives”

Doja Cat ft. Ariana Grande - I Don’t Do Drugs 

“Lovе got me fucked up Got me on stuck, chasing that rush Had to give in, couldn't give up I just want you, but I don't do drugs”

“Baby, I've been in my bag You don't really hit me back 'Cause I feel like I'm attached Should've never kissed you back Ever since I fell in love Not quite like being trapped More like a sickness that Keeps me addicted bad”

The Wombats - Greek Tragedy (Tiktok remix)

“I love this feeling But I hate this part I wanted this to work so much I drew up our plans on a chart Cars are flipping, I'm in hot pursuit My character's strong but my head is loose”

“Oh and she hits like ecstasy Comes up and bangs the sense out of me It's wrong but surely worse to leave She hits like ecstasy So free up the cheaper seats Here comes a Greek tragedy”

chloe moriondo - BodyBag

“Don't know if I hate you or if I wanna date you Put you in a body bag instead of my bed I don't wanna like you, I just wanna tie you up Then keep you in a cage and watch you sleep for ages”

“Look at you, walking all around just acting like you do Making everyone think you don't have a clue But I can see it, yeah, I know your secret”

“I could cry when I hear you speak but that just makes me angry Wanna kiss you on your cheeks but I also wanna punch your teeth I just don't get it, I just don't know”

Kesha - Your Love Is My Drug 

“What you got, boy, is hard to find I think about it all the time I'm all strung out, my heart is fried I just can't get you off my mind”

“The rush is worth the price I pay I get so high when you're with me But crash and crave you when you leave“

whoever said infj x entp is a golden pair is lying. im frustrated. (to specify entp is enneagram 7 and infj 3)

edit: we broke up lol

#entp #infj #entp x infj #infj x entp #mbti #mbti ships #mbti playlist #entp in love #infj in love

[pinkteapotwriting]

Sub James and sub reader with dom Sirium and dom Remus.

The doms are out and come home to see James and reader fucking without them!

Two subs together and then a punishment from the two doms!

Also. Love your writing.

This is my first ever request!

Marauders x fem!reader

Yes this is everything thank you so much for this request. I’m honored to fulfill your first one you absolute doll <3

Warning : Smut minors dni, sub!reader, sub!james, slight pet play, degradation and spanking

Word count : 2088

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James’s cock was throbbing, completely pulsating with desire and no matter what he did, he couldn’t get it off his mind. He couldn’t get off at all actually, at least not without permission. Remus and Sirius ran a tight ship, and he knew he’d have to wait until they got home. But they were going to be much longer, and even if he could wait, they’d probably tease him for hours being in this state, just laugh at him while he begged. No. He needed his desire satiated right now. He wandered down the hall to find the shared bedroom to search for you, who had also been left behind while Remus and Sirius were off doing god knows what. 

He peered in to find you reading a book on the large king size bed. Looking oh so inviting in Sirius’s t-shirt paired with your shortest sleeping shorts. He watched as you chewed on the end of your thumb absentmindedly, wishing your lips would be doing something else. He crawled up on the bed beside you and spooned in behind as close as he could get. You wiggled back into him to get comfy, and acknowledge him at the same time. But to your great surprise he whined softly behind you. You closed your book and turned so you were chest to chest, creating more torturous friction for your bespeckled boy. 

“Jamie what’s wrong?”

He just whined again and instead of explaining himself he rolled over you, resituating it so he was on top of you between your legs rubbing against you, while kissing your neck. You just giggled, despite the instant feeling of pleasure of him rubbing against your clothed clit.

“Okay okay, I think I get it now, but we can’t. Remmy and Siri didn’t give us permission and they’ll get mad.”

You were much better at following the rules, but it was easy for James to get you into trouble. Tears, literal tears were forming in his eyes as he continued to grind into you, burying his face in your chest.

“Please, please y/n need it so bad. Need you so bad. It hurts, I know they could get mad but I can’t wait any longer it hurts. Please.”

You pressed a kiss to the top of his head and rubbed his hair soothingly.

“Okay Jamie, it’s okay. We have to be quick though so they don’t find out, alright? Come on baby lie down for me and let me help.”

He was relieved as he flopped on his back, hopefully Sirius and Remus would be gone away long enough.

---

“Y/N? James, we’re home!” 

Remus was shedding his coat, eager to find you two so he could get some relaxation.

“Puppy? Prongs? Come on, we brought you something.”

Sirius’s eyes furrowed in confusion. Normally you two would rush down to meet them, this was odd. 

“Come on Pads, maybe they’re just napping and can’t hear us.” 

As they got closer and closer to the bedroom the answer became much more clear. They paused outside the door and shared a look, both expressions reflecting the features of anger, of dissatisfaction. Between the sound of the creaking bed, your whines were barely audible, while James sounded like he was getting the fucking of his life. And when they opened the door that’s exactly what they found. 

Both of you being completely naked, James was over top of you missionary style, resting on his forearms, biting your shoulder, pounding into you like he’d never get to make you feel good again. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, hands in his hair, gripping it like gravity would stop working, pulling you away into the room’s atmosphere of desire and elation. 

That atmosphere however, quickly turned into a different one, of tension, nervousness and guilt, when you both heard Sirius clear his throat. You both scrambled and pushed away from each other, but the damage was done. You two were in for it now. The worst part was Remus’s neutral face, his cold eyes. Sirius was the first to break the silence.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

 You were sitting up now, but James was lying face down, hiding his shame against your thighs. You tried to coax him out, scratched lightly at his scalp, knowing if he kept this up he’d make the punishment worse.

“It’s alright Jamie, why don’t you just show them.”

He lifted himself and moved to the edge of the bed, now displaying his aching cock, with an angry red tip that was dripping precum as you all spoke. It was clear he hadn’t come yet, but was very very close. He swallowed thick as Remus knelt before him, terrified at what was about to come. Remus’s pointer finger drew a feather light straight line against James’s swollen member. James couldn’t take the dreadful silence anymore.

“Moony I’m sorry, it’s my fault. It hurt so much so I made Y/N feel bad so she could make it go away. I was desperate, just wanted it to go away, I’m sorry.”

Remus smiled a little before rising to his full height. If James was blubbering now, this was going to be a long night.

“James, we both know you’re not supposed to touch things that aren’t yours, right?”

“Right.”

“See, that’s the thing. You were being greedy and selfish. Touching what didn’t belong to you. Touching me and Sirius’s puppy. Such a needy slut, couldn’t even wait and when Pads and I were only out to bring  you and Y/N a present.”

James looked at Sirius (who had his arms crossed and jaw clenched) then back up at Remus.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, but you will be.”

You were playing with your fingers nervously, mentally preparing yourself for your punishment as Sirius approached you. Your jaw was placed between Sirius’s thumb and fingers, pulling you closer to his lips, but instead he moved past your face to your ear.

“You’re supposed to be a good puppy, for me and Remus’s pleasure. Not for your own and certainly not for James. That clear pup?”

You nodded as much as his fierce grip would allow.

“Good, now lie down on Jamsie’s lap.”

As soon as he released you, you quickly did as you were told, shaking with anticipation as both Remus and Sirius undressed completely. You could feel James’s cock throb against you, it being pressed upright between your hip and his stomach.

Sirius joined you so he was beside James, your head close to his lap. While Remus was on the opposite side rubbing and kneading your ass. 

“You’re gonna suck my cock bubs, while Remmy spanks your ass okay?”

You stuck out your tongue and opened your mouth wide for him so he could angle himself and slip past your lips.

“Moony how many swats?”

“15, only cause I wanna see her squirm while your dick is in her mouth.”

“Okay bubs, 15 hits and you’re done. 15 swats and you get to be our good puppy again. James you count. This alright love?”

You bobbed down on his dick in response. 

“There’s the good girl we trained so well.”

Smack. “O-one.” “Two.”

At first it seemed like you were the only one being punished, but at closer inspection one could tell that with every jolt you made, James was right there with you. Because every movement reminded him of how over sensitive he was as your hip brushed against his length.

Smack “T-te”

Remus rolled his eyes. “You’re so pathetic, Y/N is being such a good girl for us and you can’t even handle her being spanked. If Y/N wasn’t being so obedient I’d make you restart. We’re at ten.”

You just hummed around Sirius as the rest of your punishment ensued, feeling like you got off pretty easy. Not that you would tell them that. James on the other hand, well, poor James. He looked at you longingly, wanting it to be his throat that Sirius was cumming down. Sirius held your cheek in his palm so he could soothe it with his thumb before running it along your bottom lip.

“Such a good pup sucking my cock so well. Need you to do something else yeah.”

You just looked up at him and nodded, peering up at him with your doe eyes. He groaned at the look of innocence you could portray so easily before taking your hand and turning you towards Remus. He pulled you in for a kiss, holding you tight as you melted into him. You were immediately interrupted by James’s needy whines, so reluctantly, Remus pulled away. 

“You’re eager to be punished now, are you James? Alright then, move to the middle of the bed and lie on your back, now.”

As he did what he was told Remus guided you to straddle his waist.

“Okay Puppy you can sit on his cock, but no moving understand?”

“Yes Remmy.”

James through his head back in frustration as you sank down on him. 

“Please, please I’ve learned my lesson please.”

You stayed rooted, not exactly eager to piss off your boys again, while Remus stood off to the side of the bed with his hand guiding Sirius up and down on his cock, staring with nothing but malcontent. James cried some more, tears rolling down his cheeks, heavier than before.

“Please it hurts please!”

Your eyebrows knit together in pity. You did everything you could to soothe him but it was no use. You would stroke his face, pepper kisses across his face, rub his chest, but the only thing you could to solve the problem was the one thing you weren’t allowed to do. 

“It’s alright Jamie, it’ll be okay.”

You took a deep breath, risking punishment again as your heart broke wiping away his tears.

“Remmy, Siri, please let him cum. He didn’t mean to, it was hurting him please. He knows he’s yours he’s learned his lesson. Isn’t that right Jamie?”

Remus gripped Sirius’s hair tighter, fucking his throat with vigor as he got closer to gis own release.

“Alright pup you know what to do.” You started moving up and down on him as he thrust up desperately into you. “Tell me James, who do you belong to?”

“Y-you Moony. You and padfoot.”

“Good boy, you can cum now come on, do it with me.”

Sirius’s mouth and your pussy were painted white simultaneously not much later. James’s face finally relaxed, thrilled he finally was relieved of the torturous tension. That was until Sirius cut in.

“Puppy, Remus didn’t say you could stop did he? Keep going.” 

Sirius moved to hold down James’s chest as he writhed underneath you 

“Pads no it’s too much, it’s too much.” 

“Y/N was so nice to beg to let you cum and now you won’t return the favor? You really are a selfish whore.”

Remus approached James from the other side and slipped his middle and pointer finger past his lips.

“There, that’ll shut him up. Keep going bubs you’re doing so good.”

With his other hand he reached to thumb your clit, letting out the prettiest noise Sirius and Remus had ever heard.

“It’s okay Jamie, m’close, so close. Can I cum. Please?”

Remus circled his thumb faster.

“Go ahead darling make a mess.”

You really didn’t understand how James had waited so long. It didn’t matter anymore though as you pulled out and collapsed against his chest. But Sirius was pulling you off of James completely while Remus soothed James.

“It’s alright Prongs, you can be our good boy again. Here, let’s show you what we bought.”

You and James sat against the headboard as Remus and Sirius each handed you a little box. When you opened them you found two matching delicate chains, the kind with a horizontal rectangle in the middle. But the best part was seeing the engraved initials S.B. and R.L. on the pendant.

“It’s so pretty can you put it on for me Siri?”

Sirius grinned at your excitement while clipping the necklace in the back, while Remus did the same for James. Sirius was kissing up and down the side of your neck, wanting to provide extra proof of who you belonged to while Remus fondled the pendant on James, appreciating the color choice against his flushed skin.

“There we go, now it’ll be a lot harder to forget who you belong to now huh.”

And you would never want to.

---

@sunny-bunnny @quindolyn @weasleyposts @accioweaslcy

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black smut #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin smut #james potter #james potter x reader #james potter smut #marauders #marauders x reader #marauders smut #smut #harry potter fanfiction #fanfiction #harry potter smut #fanfiction smut

[midnightwinterhawk]

I put together a little collection of Sterek and Steter fics for funsies. “Just a few fics”, I thought, “nothing too crazy.” Thirty fics later I had to cut myself off and finalize the list. You can thank @the-cookie-of-doom​ for the inspiration. 

These primarily fall under the Hurt Stiles Stilinski category because I apparently like to see my comfort characters suffer. Most of these have hopeful/happy endings but mind the tags. For reals.

Placed under a cut since I have no self control and this turned into a long post.

Sterek

adore to see your eyes fly by @1001cranes

(11,309 l E)

stiles is a pyromaniac, derek is a sociopath. a match made in some kind of heaven. teen wolf kink meme fill.

take my heart from me by @areiton

(23,188 l NR)

He didn't really mean to adopt Derek's pack of puppies. He didn't mean to make himself important to them.

To Derek.

He just wanted to keep them all safe.

That's all Stiles ever wanted.

"Why Can't You?" by @asterekmess

(3,602 l T)

Now. This was happening now, and he couldn’t be less prepared.

-

After a long night, things between Stiles and his father come to a head.

And You Say You're Alone by bi_leigh_bi

(30,314 l E)

Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter's untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.

A Victory March by @churkey

(2,688 l T)

When Stiles is eight he learns that nothing will be the same. His dad comes home one day after work and sits Stiles down for a talk. He explains that werewolves and all the monsters are real.

They're real and not hiding under anyone's bed.

Bury the Moon by darthjamtart

(16,592 l M)

First things get bad. Then they get worse. Stiles doesn’t know what he’s sacrificed until it’s too late.

Dying is the easy part.

Love's Violent Delights by @dexterous-sinistrous

(10,685 l E)

Derek caught the way the man’s eyes looked over Stiles before lingering on his ass. He waited for the clerk to place the key on the counter before he reacted.

Stiles startled at the loud noise, turning away from the pamphlets in the display box to see Derek pinning the clerk’s head against the counter. He drew in an even breath, looking between the struggling man and Derek.

Derek briefly looked at Stiles, hesitating before he saw the gleam of excitement in Stiles’ eyes and the hint of lust in his scent. “Ever look at him, or any other Omega, like that again, and I’ll slice your eyes out with my claws.” He shoved the man back, not caring of the commotion that was made as he snatched up the key from the counter.

Empty by @discontentedwinter

(48,034 l M)

Jordan Parrish is the new sheriff of Beacon Hills, a town haunted by its past.

Your Vision Borrows Mine by hazyascent

(188,781 l E)

Stiles has encountered a fair share of monsters before, way out of his league - the kinds that children are afraid are hiding in their closets and under the bed.

He’d even become one himself when he was void. The nogitsune was in his house, his body, and his mind.

But the worst monster he’s ever faced took even more from him and got away with it.

It’s why Stiles has never really been as terrified of werewolves and kanimas and darachs as he should have been. They’re really not that scary, relatively speaking, and he has a whole team on his side. They always found a way to win - until they lost someone they really loved.

Stiles doesn’t know how to be normal, not after everything he’s done and everyone he’s hurt. The nogitsune is gone, but another monster is on its heels.

His uncle is back. And Stiles has never felt more alone.

It Was a Wednesday by @isthatbloodonhisshirt

(80,129 l M)

“What happened? Where are you? What’s that sound?”

Derek jumped, having momentarily forgotten Scott was on the phone with him because Stiles had started moving. He’d stalked over to the other side of the cave, still eying Derek warily and growling, then settled protectively over a mass of clothes, leaves and animal innards. It was probably where he was sleeping.

Lovely. No wonder he smelled like death.

“Stiles,” Derek said, answering Scott’s question. Or, one of them, at least.

“Stiles? What do you—Stiles is making that noise?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“How fast do you think you can make it to the south lot of the Preserve?”

Tiny Houses by @ohmyjetsabel-blog

(77,183 l E)

"So this is what Stiles does. He lies in Scott’s bed and waits for Melissa to say she’s found someone to get it out of him, to cure him of the wrongness and the bad, and he dreams.

God, he dreams.

He dreams of fire and swollen bellies and that scene in Alien, of giving birth to jackals through his urethra, the whole horrific nine yards. His head is a terrible place to be, he can’t imagine his stomach is much better, why anyone would want to put a thing inside of it."

I'm There in the Water by @spaceprincessem

(15,878 l T)

“But it’s—” Derek paused, his words unsure, “it’s not like us,” he swallows hard, chin dipping to his chest in frustration, “it’s like a…”

“An abomination,” Stiles finished, nodding his head as he finally lets his gaze really look at Derek since Scott had pulled them from the water.

He suddenly wished he hadn’t because the way Derek looks at him makes Stiles feel like he is ten years old again. Like Derek is seeing him for the first time since they accidentally fell into each other’s orbit all those years ago. Like Stiles isn’t a burden or invisible.

Like he is enough.

Or five times Stiles felt like he was drowning and the one time he finally caught his breath

Gunplay is Not Really Our Kink by theroguesgambit

(2,577 l M)

“The rules to the game are simple. One bullet, six chances. You pick it up and take turns pulling the trigger on the other man, or we gun you both down right now. You play along, only one of you has to die. Fun game, huh?”

--

Derek and Stiles are captured by a group of hunters and forced to play a twisted game that only one of them might walk away from.

The Price by theroguesgambit

(18,452 l M)

Stiles must surrender the most important thing in his life to protect the town… and no one can figure out what it was.

Nieważny by Zethsaire

(2,037 l E)

The pack is gone, everything they've ever cared for destroyed. Now Stiles and Derek hunt the hunters, taking revenge in the only way they know how; blood.

Steter

Make Me Bleed by @asarcasticwitch

(2,304 l E)

Peter’s expression contorts, impressed or surprised, Stiles can't decipher, but the grin on his face proves he’s not exactly disappointed with the unexpected turn of events.

“Which bite exactly were you hoping for, hm?” The older man curls one hand around the back of Stiles’s neck, trailing his thumb along his pale, fragile throat.

Stiles tilts his head back in unyielding submission, giving the wolf no room to debate his sincerity. “I’m sure you can figure it out, Alpha.

Two Roads Converge in a Graveyard Town by @cywscross

(15,645 l T)

The Deadpool brings one more assassin to Beacon Hills. A man's gotta eat after all.

when you're going through hell (keep going for me) by cywscross

(57,022 l T)

Peter is abandoned in the aftermath of the fire, and Eichen House takes ruthless advantage. Six years later, when he's finally able to move again, he finds himself in a cell with a boy in a straitjacket.

(Kate’s biggest mistake was letting Peter live. Eichen House’s biggest mistake was letting Peter meet Stiles.)

Don't Fail Me Now by @discontentedwinter​

(36,315 l E)

Stiles goes to Derek looking for help.

He finds Peter instead.

Peter takes what he's wanted for a very long time.

Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter

(56,525 l M)

The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.

It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.

Bite Down by EclipseWing (@shadow-of-the-eclipse)

(27,586 l M)

In which Stiles is forced to survive the zombie apocalypse with a sociopathic murdering werewolf for company.

Into Eden by @graciebirdie

(12,232 l M)

Stiles deciding to bring home the stray alpha he'd hit with his jeep probably made him certifiable, if it hadn't turned out Peter was as crazy as he was.

Before you let go (and the light takes you in) by Issay

(4,032 l E)

Stiles makes one last errand - goes to leave flowers on all the other graves. Fuck, so many graves. The grief is as endless and as inescapable as the sky.

He goes home and there is a thing wearing his father's face, waiting for him in the kitchen.

Call My Name by KouriArashi ( @gingersnapwolves )

(81,370 l M)

After moving to Beacon Hills, Stiles starts having recurring dreams of a man in some kind of prison, who needs his help. Things get so bad that he ends up in Eichen House, where he finds out that the man is real.

Hide my tears in the rain. by MrsRidcully

(6,865 l M)

After  years spent successfully dodging werewolves, evil spirits and wendigos,  it was a drunk driver who stole his Dad, a drunk driver with a  suspended license and a record sheet as long as Stiles’s arm. Stiles  would have laughed at the irony if he hadn’t been so busy screaming.

In My Veins Like Disease by romanoffbarton

(1,140 l T)

He tries to leave once.

Foreshock by @twothumbsandnostakeincanon

(22,816 l E)

The day Stiles’ mom died, he almost leveled his house.

Not on purpose. Not even by mistake, really. More by instinct.

Since then he's dug his fingers into everything his has left, holding on with desperation.

Desperation never stopped an earthquake.

Your Touch is My Choice by twothumbsandnostakeincanon

(2,171 l T)

The first time John does it, Stiles is two years old and about to run into the road.

“Mieczysław!” Heart pounding, John grabbed him by the back of his neck and got a hand around his tummy, snatching him back. “No, you have to stay away from the road,” he said firmly.

Shameful Company by Whispering_Sumire (@whispering-sumire755)

(38,779 l E)

"Did I turn into a unicorn?" Peter asks dryly, and Stiles glares at him for a moment before the laughter bubbles up, unbidden, nearly unwilling, and he looks so surprised at the sound, his shock dimming it for a moment before it bursts through with even more trembling ferocity. A long, thin, willowy hand curls into a soft fist over his mouth, and he's shaking, frail, more tears falling, but the copper of his eyes are glowing, crinkling around the edges and scrunched with mirth.

"No," Stiles chokes, chuckling wetly. "No, fuck you, a unicorn? What, like, Rainbowcreep? Zombiesparkle?"

[About a year before the fated Hale fire, Peter starts having nightmares that involve a woman with red hair. The nightmares lead to a spell that brings a man back through time, and, eventually, though the time-traveler is traumatized in the most horrific ways, and Peter's never been good with or for people, in general, they develop a bond that neither of them expects.]

Would You Forgive Me If I Called You Hope, Peter Hale? (Hope, By Any Other Name) by Whispering_Sumire

(10,099 l T)

Stiles has scars. He owns that, he accepts it, he's cataloged and memorized every single one, he's hyper fucking aware of them all.

//

"What do you want, Peter?" Having the more untrustworthy of the Pack getting protective weirds him the fuck out, leaves an odd fluttering in his chest, like moths, waiting perilously and suicidally to be burned.

He doesn't like it.

"You're injured," the man says, "and whatever it is, it's put you in enough pain that I nearly fainted when I-"

"- Used your werewolf mojo on me without my permission?" Stiles smirks, and Peter gives him a black look, crossing a leg over his knee and smoothing out some invisible wrinkle on his pants.

"Tell me the truth Stiles, how bad is it?"

[Or: The one where Stiles has scars, is more than a little fucked up, and Peter notices. He helps.]

#hurt/comfort #angst #dark #hurt/no comfort #angst with a happy ending #fic rec #be kind to yourself and mind the tags #Sterek #Steter #Stiles Stilinski #Derek Hale #Peter Hale #hurt Stiles Stilinski #Sterek fic #Steter fic #to the pain

[novamirmirsblog]

No more bed

Word count: 2113

Genre: Not actually sure :3

Request: No

Warnings: Swearing, kissing?

A/N that's the end of the only one bed trope. Technically requests are now closed but if you think of another overused trope you want me to write then feel free to send it in!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You didn't eat that night and went straight to bed when you got too tired to focus on the words. You had made sure the pillow wall was twice the size it was to begin with. You turned off your light when you heard Natasha's footsteps come to the door, turning your back to her and pretending to be asleep. Your breaths were deep and completely even, there was no way Natasha could have guessed you were still awake. You felt her hesitate over you and the smell of reheated food invaded your nose and then heard her walk away.

The words she said back in that forest shouldn't have hurt you as much but they did. You shouldn't care what she thinks. It doesn't matter that she doesn't believe in your skills as an agent, that she doesn't think you're pretty enough to grab someone's attention.

If Natasha thought the bickering and coolness was bad at the start of the week, she was in for a shock. When she finally came back to that tiny, godforsaken bed and did her usual trick of sliding her foot over the pillow wall, you got up, took a pillow and the spare blanket and went to sleep on the rug in the living room.

When morning rolled around, you couldn't even be bothered to talk to her, focusing much more on the task ahead, just wanting this week to be over. It wasn't even the hurt you were feeling, it was the frustration that you felt hurt that drove you to stop talking to her. You hated her. She was annoying. She had no respect for anything anyone does.

You spent most the day preparing for the party that evening. Sure, it shouldn't take you over half a day to get ready but you had finished your paperwork early and you wanted to try on every single dress and suit SHIELD had supplied you with. You ended up choosing a navy blue, off the shoulder ball gown. Thinking logistically, it was quite possibly one of the worst things you could have worn. A pantsuit would have been a much more suitable choice and yet you looked and - more importantly - felt hot in the dress.

~~~~~

"You're not seriously wearing that are you?" Natasha asked as we both began to change into our formal wear. She had let you splurge out on a taxi but only after you had to walk what felt like 500 miles so no one would know where you were staying.

"Why not?" You asked with a fakeness in your voice "It's a no contact mission, plus, no one would look at me anyway, right?"

"Y/n, that's not what I-"

"Oh look. We're here." You get out the cab before Natasha can finish what she's saying.

Ivan might be an evil person, but he sure does know how to throw a party. It was elegant and high class and he made his way over to you as soon as he saw you. You had both agreed that you would keep him distracted while Natasha grabbed the relevant information.

"Dorogaya, u tebya poluchilos!" (Darling, you made it!) Ivan opened his arms wide, grabbed you by the shoulders and placed a kiss on both of your cheeks.

"Konechno, kak ya mog ignorirovat' takuyu ​​zagadku?" (Of course, how could I ignore something so mysterious?) You laughed and he moved his arm to around your waist.

"Prikhodite, prikhodite, yest' lyudi, kotorykh vy dolzhny vstretit'" (Come, come, there are people you should meet)

~~~~~

Ivan spent most the night introducing you to different 'modelling' agencies. You knew what he was doing, he was showing you off to potential buyers. Ivan ran a human trafficking ring along with some other not so nice business. You weren't worried - not in the slightest. Although, as the night drew on and Natasha still hadn't said anything, you were getting a little more... concerned.

You managed to excuse yourself to the bathroom. Once inside, you tapped the earpiece repeatedly, praying Natasha would answer you.

"Romanoff where are you? Have you got the data?"

Silence

"Seriously, I'm sorry I've been ignoring you but this is childish now."

More silence

"I'll let you have the bed?"

Static rang out in your ear.

Of course SHIELD gave you a crappy ear piece. It was ridiculous. They provided you with three million dresses but couldn't give you a working piece of tech.

Just as you pulled out the burner phone, you felt a needle slide into your neck and the world went black.

~~~~~

"Y/n I have the data."

Nothing. Maybe you were still mad at her.

"Y/n do you copy?"

Still nothing.

"Y/n?"

Natasha's heart beat a little faster.

"Come on Y/n. I'm sorry. I'll let you have the bed?" Her burner phone pinged. It was your location. Shit.

~~~~~

You woke up and looked around, seeing that you were in the rundown hideout, you put your head back on the pillow. Everything felt heavy.

"You were drugged." Natasha states, standing in the corner of the room, her arms crossed and eyes never leaving you.

"Oh." It was all you could muster up the energy to say.

"We leave tomorrow morning."

You push yourself up into a sitting position. "How long was I out?"

"3 hours."

You looked at Natasha, really looked at her. "Then why are you still covered in blood?"

Everything of Natasha's had some kind of bloodstain. She hadn't even washed her hands. It may have been dark in the corner she was standing in, having only the side lamp to illuminate the room, but her skin seemingly glowed, making the blood stand out.

She turned around and left, heading towards the bathroom. You wanted to get up to follow her but while your mouth worked again, your legs did not. Apparently whatever they used on you was a lot stronger than you thought because you fell out of the bed. Again. Natasha rushed out, getting to you in an instant, except this time there were no sly remarks.

"Careful princess, people might think you care." You grin, only for it to drop immediately when you saw a slight wetness to the corners of her eyes. "Hey, it's okay." You said softly. If she wasn't as close to you, Natasha would have missed it.

"I didn't know where you were. I-I thought you had gone off to try and prove something and then I saw you lying there, in some basement Ivan had. You-you looked so... dead."

"But I'm not." you reached up and gingerly stroked her hair, not wanting to spook her. "And look!" You gestured to your toes that were wiggling "I can feel my legs again!"

Natasha let out a slightly wet laugh. "I'm really sorry."

"For what? These things happen all the time. Although I will say, you seem to be unlucky because my missions always go wrong with you." You nudged her shoulder, crossing your legs so you faced her, both of you still on the floor.

"For making you think you weren't attractive. For basically drugging you myself."

"Don't be ridiculous Natasha. You didn't drug me."

"I might as well have done! If I had just agreed with you instead of fighting you, then you wouldn't have felt like you had to prove anything."

"You think I'm attractive?"

"Seriously? That's what we're choosing to focus on now."

"Umm yes? I know it wasn't your fault at all but now I want to hear about how attractive I am." You smirked and Natasha stood up abruptly.

"I'm having a shower."

"Is that a nice cold shower for you to try to get over me?" You shouted as she slammed the door shut.

~~~~~

Natasha came out of the shower half an hour later, towel drying her hair.

"I think you're attractive too." You whispered out, half hoping Natasha wouldn't hear it.

She stilled. Looking at you, trying to see if you were lying.

"Then why do you hate me?"

"I don't think I do. Not anymore."

Natasha stayed silent, encouraging you to continue.

"I didn't like the avengers in general. You guys all act like you're so much better than us. You get all the perks of looking good and none of the paperwork. You don't know the amount of times I've seen top level agents filling out avenger paperwork when they should be out in the field. I thought you were all lazy but spending this week with you... well it made me realise that maybe you're not all that bad."

Natasha had moved herself to the bed, just watching you speak. You looked over to her, signalling that you had finished all that you wanted to say.

"I'm sorry I ever made you doubt yourself. I'll talk to the team about actually doing their paperwork. Who's the worst?" She asked, curiosity laced in her tone

"Steve."

Natasha let out a full blown laugh at that. "Wait seriously?"

"Yup. I see him all the time, constantly trying to offload his paperwork to someone else. I always thought it would be Tony but it's definitely Steve, then Bruce. Then it's probably Tony."

"I promise I'll try to make them stop."

"I wouldn't make promises you can't keep." You laughed.

"Why...why did you doubt me?" You asked, a little more serious than before.

"It's not that I doubted you... I guess I just didn't like the way you spoke to Ivan..."

"You mean the flirting?"

"Maybe..."

You sat in silence for a bit, you couldn't figure out why. It's not like it was against any rules and it all worked in your favour. Then, it clicked.

"Natasha Romanoff were you jealous!" You let out a slight gasp and grinned at her.

"No. No of course not." Natasha got defensive. There was no way she was jealous of that old, wrinkly, nasty smelling man.

"Aww princess!" You adjusted yourself so you were completely facing her. "I can flirt with you too if you want." Your voice got slightly lower and your eyelids dropped a fraction, making your pupils seem bigger. While you raised your voice a few octaves for Ivan, you knew that to seduce a woman you had to lower it a little.

"Stop it." Natasha hit you.

"But why baby?" You grabbed her chin and tilted her face towards you. "Now you don't have to be jealous." You sent her a wink and let her chin go, watching as her eyes got a little darker.

"Go away. I want nothing to do with you or your terrible flirting."

"You say my flirting is terrible" Your voice now back to normal, "But your body is saying something different."

"Wrong. My body is saying nothing."

"No?"

No."

"Okay then! Night night princess." You leant over to switch off the light when Natasha grabbed your arm, causing you to look back over to her.

"Calling me princess... it - ugh... well it -" Natasha looked conflicted before glancing up to you, looking at your lips and kissing you.

You were shocked. You knew you shouldn't have been. All the signs were there and you were a very good flirt but actually feeling her lips on yours made your brain short-circuit. You kissed her back and climbed into her lap.

"We're not doing it here." You said when you both broke the kiss

"Why not?" Natasha looked at you, her hands running all over you.

"Because I'm 90% sure there are rats and I really don't want to catch something"

Natasha laughed and kissed you a little more. "Fair enough. We should stop this now then."

You kissed her neck. "Yes. We should definitely stop now."

~~~~~

Just before you were due to leave, you called Natasha into the bedroom.

"Y/n, we have to go."

"I know I know but watch." You bounced excitedly as you threw a match at the bed.

"Y/n what the hell!?"

"Well, if you remember correctly, I said that if you crossed the pillow divide, I would burn the bed with you in it. As you can see, I'm generously leaving you out of the bed. You're welcome."

Natasha just looked at you. "I can't believe I like you."

"Aww you like me? That's kind of embarrassing for you." You laughed as you linked arms with her, walking to the jet, but not before Natasha convinced you to put out the fire on the bed.

You watched as the fire fizzled out and silently thanked that damn bed for bringing you and Natasha closer. Literally. It didn't mean you weren't going to have a long chat with Fury about proper size beds though.

#natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanov #natasha x you #natasha romanov x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #black widow x female reader #black widow imagine #black widow x you #black widow #black widow x reader #only one bed trope

[imagineabrighterworld]

A Heart Meant for Two

A/N: A poly relationship between Hawks, Dabi, and the reader! Based on the song The Way You Say Hello by tiffi and City Girl ^^

“He said he loved her more than words, so instead of words he gave her flowers to observe”

Hawks was your first boyfriend to ever have a current boyfriend. It was an odd adjustment to get used to sharing your boyfriend with someone else, especially when you first met Dabi. But with some help, you got used to it quickly.

“Flowers?” You eye the bouquet of roses in Keigo’s hands. He had given you flowers before, but these felt like a bribe. You peer at him with suspicious eyes, snapping your book shut. “What did you do?”

“Can’t I buy my best girl some flowers?” The Winged Hero replaces your book with the flowers, flipping through the pages before tossing it to the side. As he sits down next to you, his wing instinctively wraps around you to pull you in.

You press yourself into his side and bury your nose in the flowers, breathing in their sweet scent. A small smile forms on your face. “Hmm.. You're either planning something stupid, or it's Dabi that is doing something stupid.”

“Kid-”

“It's Dabi isn't it.”

From the flash of blue light coming from outside and the nearing of police sirens, you know the answer.

“They were also on sale.” Keigo murmurs under his breath, turning his head to hide his blush of shame as you laugh.

It had been a full four months since you started dating the two of them and Keigo still thought you were woefully ignorant. But you were much more observant than he thought. You knew your other boyfriend was a villain, one that still had a long way to go if he was to be pardoned of his crimes- that is, if he wanted to be pardoned. It was that bit of information that you did stay ignorant on, you didn't want to lose sleep on something like that.

You sigh happily and give your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you.”

Later on, Dabi would return home with another bouquet of flowers. A bit crumpled from him jumping over fences, but still intact.

Your boyfriends were weird, but you loved them.

“She drew him pictures in a card, he said it was tacky and almost broke her heart”

Dabi was not a spoonful of sugar and sometimes he could be a bit blunt. Painfully blunt. How you got used to his silver tipped tongue? You didn't know. Maybe it was a skill you should add onto your resume.

Removing your heels at the front door, you slip on a pair of slippers and sneak your way into the house. Dabi was the only one at home, the main indicator being the lack of Keigo’s jacket on the wall hook while Dabi’s boots were tucked away in the corner.

You duck low as you hear a quiet snoring from the couch in the living room. With soft steps, you creep in on a sleeping Dabi and lean over the cushions to reach him.

His arm was slung over his eyes, his mouth parted slightly as he sighs. Sleeping Dabi was the softest you've seen him. He was always smirks and sharp lines, but when he was asleep he was so.. Soft.

“What do you want?” A low grumble rises from Dabi’s throat. He moves his arm to uncover an eye. The piercing blue cuts through you and leaves you halting in your movements. That's to say, you stopped your hand from removing a card from your purse.

“I wanted to give you something.” You pull out the card and offer it to him.

He shuts his eye and- goes back to sleep?

“Dabi?” You whisper.

He opens his eye again and swipes the paper from your hand with a huff. Dabi sits up before paying your card any mind. Flipping it open, he runs his eyes over the drawings inside.

“Is that supposed to be a cat?”

“It's a human.”

“ It's a human, she says.” Dabi chuckles, laying back down and covering his face with the card, resting his arms on his chest in a mummy like fashion.

"Do you like it?"

"It's garbage, babe."

It stung until you found it tucked away in his chest pocket while doing laundry a week later.

“I know he hates the way she does her hair”

You constantly changed your hairstyle. One day it was braided and the next it was in a high ponytail, or cropped to your chin. Every style looked good on you, but the day you started dying your hair was the day Dabi grew truly frustrated. Though.. Not for long.

“Dabi!” You yell from inside the bathroom, your white towel now shades of purple. “I think I messed up!”

“You think or you know , babe?” He hisses as he nears the bathroom. The lights were far too bright after he had been napping for two hours. It was nighttime, nearly one in the morning according to the clock on the wall. And you were doing your hair? When you had work the very next morning?

As soon as he witnesses your hair, he knows that you know just how badly it went. He holds onto the doorframe and laughs heartily, bending over slightly as his lungs begin to burn.

“Come on it's not that funny!”

“Your towel has more hair dye than your hair does!”

It was true. Your hair was supposed to be a deep indigo, but all that was left after rinsing off the excess dye was a few lavender streaks in your now stained platinum hair. You had went to get it bleached a few days ago and today was the day you were going to color it. How did it go so wrong? The hair dye was rated so highly!

Your face burns with embarrassment. You move to shut the door on him. “If you wont help me I’ll just-”

He moves his hand in time to stop you from closing the door and pushes it open further to let himself through. “I never said that, did I babe?” He breathes in slowly to ease his now stinging lungs. “Sit down, I'll do it for you. I have more practice.”

“I know she hates the way that he pretends to care”

Keigo wasn't without his own flaws. Dabi was the villain, but Keigo came with his own problems. They weren't too big, luckily, but it wasn't always easy being on the receiving end of his disinterest when he was tired.  

You lay in defeat on the floor, your arms spread out with empty clothes hangers on your arms. Tonight was your high school reunion, a day you had been planning for since the email was first sent. The only thing you didn't have planned was your outfit. Which was why you wanted some input from your significant others, but unfortunately only Keigo was home.

Why was it unfortunate? He was tired. And when he was tired he never had much to say, or any energy to do anything other than breathe.

You look up at him from the floor and poke at his wing. “Keigoooo!”

Keigo was laying on his stomach, his right wing drooping downward as he attempted to sleep. “Mmnn..?”

“What do you think about this one?”

“It's beautiful.”

“You're not even looking.”

“Mm..”

“Birdbrain.”

“I know she'll slightly disagree on what he wears”

You loved Dabi’s odd sense of fashion and went shopping with him for matching outfits (something he said he hated, but would never stop you on doing), but Keigo.. had a special sense of fashion that always managed to confuse you. Maybe it was best you stopped going to him for his input.

"You'd think that being in magazine shoots would help you gain a fashion sense." You say from behind a fist, your hand curled to hide your grimace.

"They dress him. What do you think he'll learn?" Dabi chimes in from behind you. He laid on the bed with pillows propping him up in order to watch the show that was Keigo dressing for date night. It was a little game Dabi always liked to observe.

It wasn't that the clothes Keigo had were terrible. If they were in the right color they would look great. But.. they weren't in the right color.

They were every goddamn color in the rainbow.

Keigo looks at the vibrant pink and yellow jacket he was sporting and at the baby blue tank top he had on underneath. Vivid orange and purple peaked out from the windbreaker he wore underneath the jacket and you didn't want to know what other layer of clothing he had on under that .

"I think I look great."

"For a bird, babe." Dabi chuckles. "For a bird, you're a hot ticket."

"But not for a human Kei." You walk behind him and tug at the jacket. “Let’s just go with the other outfit.”

As it turned out, Keigo did have more in common with birds than just his wings. Bright colors were just as alluring to him as a bowl of seeds was for a sparrow. You kept this in mind for the next time you went shopping.

“I know he chokes when she sprays too much perfume in the air”

Your boyfriends knew they were difficult and could be major pains in the ass, but for once they would appreciate it if you didn't try killing them with your perfume. They knew it wasn't intentional, but how could you not notice the whole house smelled like you?  

“Question.” Dabi rests his chin on top of your head while looking at you in the mirror. “You know what my quirk is, right?”

“I do.”

“And you know what fire does when in contact with alcohol, right?”

Now you look up at him, squinting your eyes at him as you lower your brush onto the sink counter. “Yes.. it's basic safety measures. Alcohol is extremely flammable.”

“Do you know what perfume has?” Your boyfriend smirks. He curls a lock of your hair around his finger and gives it a small tug.

You slap his hand away and turn around to look at him directly. You cross your arms and lean against the counter. He was being coy, but it was too early in the morning for this. He never stalled you from getting ready to go to work. “It has alcohol. What about it?”

He cages you in his arms, leaning in and letting a flicker of blue flame light the side of his face. But unlike usual, blue flames burst in the air for a split second, the sudden flash of heat startling you enough to bump into him as you jump away from the counter. Dabi turns off his flames and pecks you on the cheek.

“Unless you want the house to burn down, I'd stop spraying so much perfume, babe.”

After work you end up buying an alcohol-free perfume.

“But she likes the way it feels when he's right there”

After the third attempt at sleeping in the same queen sized bed at the same time, Keigo and Dabi decided to buy a new bed without you knowing. It went well until you came home early to them attempting to assemble the frame without instructions. But once it was put together and finished, you had to admit you liked the result.

“No more facefuls of feathers!” You squeal with joy as you leap onto the bed and spread your arms out, enjoying the spaciousness of it all.

Dabi sits down on your left while Keigo takes your right. He flicks your forehead to catch your attention and motions for you to tuck in your arm so he could lay down next to you. “Now you get why he doesn’t get to sleep in the middle?” He pulls you into a hug while flipping Keigo off from over your shoulder.

Keigo flops onto the bed, his wings spread out and covering the two of you like a tarp. “You're just jealous baby.”

You wriggle around and lay with your back against Dabi’s chest. Pushing his wing away, you stick your tongue out at Keigo. “Jealous of being attracted to stop signs?”

“It's a sexy red.”

“What about mirrors?”

“I’m a sexy man.”

“Birdbrain.” Keigo huffs and moves closer to the both of you, wrapping his wing to engulf the both of you. “The bed was my idea you know.”

“I know.” You admit. “Dabi doesn't care if he smooshes us to death.”

“Ouch.” Dabi murmurs from your hair.

It's not long after that you fall asleep in their arms, completely content to spend the rest of your night between the two of them. But when the winter came, you and Keigo agreed to keep Dabi in the middle to act as a heater.

“She loves him so much it's absurd”

It was winter when your boys began to grow more busy. Sometimes you would go to sleep alone, but you didn't let it get to you. You knew they visited the house when they could. What else would explain the endless supply of your favorite flowers in vases by the window or boxes of your favorite chocolates on the table when they weren't there when you left? The nights you did get to see them, you enjoyed their presence to the fullest.

Keigo squeezes his eyes shut in annoyance as he hears his phone ringing once more. It was the third time in a row, and he knew he couldn't go on ignoring it anymore. Being a hero meant sacrificing down time. It meant sacrificing time with you.

“Kei.”

“Yeah?”

“It's okay.” You keep your eyes shut as you trace swirls along his back in the area between his wings. “I understand you need to leave.” You knew you couldn’t keep him forever. It wasn't right. People needed him. He saved people. It was like keeping a firefighter from putting out a fire right in front of him. If they were calling Keigo so adamantly then it must be important.

Keigo presses a kiss to your temple and releases his hold on you, letting you lay on your back as he tugs on his jacket and prepares to exit the room.

“I love you.” You say from under the still warm blankets.

“I love you too.” He smiles from over his shoulder, eyes pained.

What did he do to deserve you?

“He thinks it's cute that her singing is the worst he's ever heard”

After a whole month away from the two of you, Dabi had to admit that he missed Keigo’s stupid face and your singing. Was it good singing? No. But did he miss seeing you enjoy yourself? Yeah. Yeah he did.  

Dabi sat outside the house, listening to your singing from his spot under the tree. He had yet to enter the house and opted instead to stay under the shade. He would have to leave again soon, so he saw no point in raising your hopes only to let you down.

A feather jabs at him from behind.

“You should go in and see her. She misses you.” Keigo lands beside him, lifting his goggles from his face. He crouches in front of him, running his gloved fingers through Dabi’s hair. “We both miss you.”

Dabi leans into his touch. How many times did he find himself missing it? Keigo was his first love after such a long time, but now there was you too. You both made him weak.

“I’ll be home soon.”

“And the way she’ll close her eyes, when she's nervous and just about to cry”

Keigo and Dabi didn't always agree on everything. That was a given when one was a hero dating a villain. But what they constantly agreed on was making sure you were kept out of the fray.  

The shopping district was utterly decimated and all you felt was heat. A sweltering heat that couldn't be put out. Blue flames surrounded you on all sides, flames you knew instinctively were Dabi's.

"What's going on?!" You yell as debris falls around you, Dabi was just there- you could've sworn you saw him! It had to be him! Where else did the flames come from?

A hand wraps around your bicep and pulls you upward, the familiar sight of red wings takes up your vision as you look at Keigo. He was covered in ash and his goggles were cracked in half atop his head. He squinted through the smoke that was building in the air.

"The League is here. I'm getting you home."

"What about Dabi?! He's here, we need to bring him home too!" You look behind you at the structure that began to cave in on itself, all you could see was blue. "He's in there!"

"And so is Shigaraki! You can't be here kid!"

"We cant leave him! Please Keigo!" Tears blur your vision as all you can think about was how burnt Dabi's skin already was. What would being in the center of that fire do to him then? What kind of state would he return to you in?

"I'm sorry kid.. He's the one who warned me you were there.."

“He likes the way she plays songs on repeat”

Keigo  watched as you grew more and more despondent, shutting down as more time passed that Dabi was gone. Japan was in an uproar, and it kept calling him back to patch it up each time villains showed. Japan was like an open wound that wouldn't stop bleeding. However, this changes one day as he comes home to hearing the sound of music blasting on your speakers.

Lights were strung up from the front door to the living room to the bedrooms, fairy lights dotted every inch of the house. Keigo tucked his wings in taunt to his body to keep them from getting tangled in the haphazardly placed lights. While he loved bright colors, it was almost too much for his eyes. Where were you?

"Kid?" He calls out, ducking underneath bluebell lights. "Please tell me you're still alive in here?"

The song on the speaker repeated on itself, which was odd with how clunky it sounded, but he learned to like it once he found you.

If choppy music was what it took to bring a smile back on your face, it was worth it.

He found you taping up lights in the bathroom while singing under your breath, mascara smudged but a smile still on your face. You look at him with your hundred gigawatt smile. It threw him for a loop, the sudden hope in your eyes when only yesterday you were crying yourself to sleep.

"Its for when he comes back. Want to help me?"

Keigo takes the loop of lights from your hands and nods.

"Make some room kid."

“He likes the way they flow together like electricity”

Covering the house in Christmas lights was actually a fun distraction for the both of you while Dabi was gone. Keigo was in charge of the higher lights that covered the rooftop, but you had plenty of fun stringing them around the plants surrounding the house. After finishing your impromptu decorating, you both decide to spend the rest of the night in the living room.

"Just follow my steps, baby."

"If I followed you I'd end up on my face." You laugh while holding onto his shoulders as you both hovered in the air, his wings flared open to keep you both afloat. What steps was he even talking about? For the past ten minutes he just held you both up and spun in a lazy circle. His wings were doing all the work while his feet did nothing.

"I’ll make you soar kid." He winks at you. "One day you'll see. I’ll take you to dance sessions and everything."

"I'll hold you to it."

“He likes her ringtone and the way she'll say hello”

When it came to being part of the League, Dabi had to be careful on what information he let loose. They couldn't know about his relationships. If Shigaraki knew then he would most definitely use it to his advantage. Dabi had two weak points and that was you and Keigo. But when he was out with the LoV, he had his ways of being with you.  

“Hello! This is my voicemail, which means I'm probably busy right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP! Have a good day!”

Dabi holds his phone limply in his hand, looking up at the cracking ceiling of the League's current hideout. He had to make face for now, which meant staying away from you and Keigo for a while. Still, he had his phone, one thing he was glad Giran gave him after he burnt his old one accidentally. He knew you were busy, and he had no intention of talking to you while on the job, but to hear your voice was enough for him.

Weeks later, he welcomes the sound of your voice as you greet him, receiving him back into the house with open arms.

"Whats with all lights?" He laughs in response to your face nuzzling into his chest and feathers lifting the both of you to Keigo who stood in the doorway.

"Its to a bright future."

“He likes the way her hands feel even if they're cold”

Dabi couldn't blame you for having cold hands, but he found it cute how you were so insecure about being cold all the time. He loved how you latched onto him rather than Keigo when the temperature began to drop. Maybe it was the fact that he was gone for so long that he didn't mind being clung to. But somehow he found himself in situations he wasn't sure how to handle.

“How long am I going to be in the middle for?” He mumbles under his breath as the two of you cling to him from underneath piles of blankets.

“Until winter is gone.” You state simply.

“It isn't winter yet.”

“Did she stutter?” Keigo grumbles from under the sheets.

Eventually he would grow tired of it, but for now he let the two of you do what you wanted. He was home after all.

“And when she’s away from him, she’s away from home”

After two years of dating you knew you could never return to being without your boys. They were yours.

You reach upward, feeling the familiar rough texture of Dabi's scars along his neck and under his eyes. You drag your your thumb softly under his eye, breathing in his scent. From behind you, you could feel Keigo's breath fanning across your neck.

It was a lazy day today. No one needed them, no one needed you, it was just you and them. How long would the peace last? How long until one of your boys were called away? How long until one of them lost a battle?

No, you wouldn't think of that. For now, it was just you and them.

And that was alright with you.

#bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #hawks x reader #keigo takami #bnha keigo x reader #mha keigo #mha keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #Dabi x reader #bnha dabi x reader #mha dabi x reader #bnha hawks x reader #mha hawks x reader #hawks x reader x dabi #dabi x reader x hawks #bnha polyamory #mha polyamory #sfw #I swear I’m going to finish the Mr. Compress request I just got super excited about these two #Mr. Compress is on his way with a starter for his own mini series ^^

[sanphoria]

21.20 - Jung Wooyoung

pairing: wooyoung x reader

word count: 2.1k   

genre: smut, slight angst

warnings: +18 content, oral (female recieving), fingering, slight angst, heavy makeout session, marking, slight unprotected sex (stay safe!), Wooyoung is a tease because he is Wooyoung

  (let me now if i missed anything!)

notes: Hi guys! It's my first time publishing a work of mine in this platform, so i hope you enjoy it:)

You were wrong to think that you can spend a chill evening with Jung Wooyoung.

It all started a week ago, when your fuckbuddy told you that you two should end your arrangement because he could no longer act like he did not have any kind of feelings for you.

At first, it shocked you.

Wooyoung was not a bad boy by any means, but never have you ever thought that he would be the one to catch feelings after deciding not to almost a year ago.

From the first moment you met him, you were already drowning with the need for him.

His hair was blonde back then, he was thicker and he was a bit more arrogant. You did not blame him though, he was a really handsome man after all.

You met him at a pool party when you accidentally smacked the back of his head, thinking that he was a friend of yours. When he turned to you, the confused look on his face suddenly turned into a playful one. Checking you out with a slight smirk on his face.

And that smirk was the beginning of your end.

Wooyoung -being the usual social butterfly he was- easily started a conversation with you and soon enough you were both at the spare bedroom of the house.

At first, you thought that it was a one time thing. So did he, because thats what people did at parties: Only one night stands.

However, after a week later you ran across to him at your university and he offered to go grab some lunch at the cafeteria.

You had no idea how you found yourself on the desk of an empty classroom, with him pounding into you so hard that you couldn't hold your screams back anymore.

You were lucky you didn't get caught that day since no one liked to hang out around the chemistry lab during their lunch break.

Or else there would be no way you two wouldn't get caught.

Same things happened again and again, so you two basically decided to turned this to a 'two people hanging out casually but also like to fuck sometimes' thing.

This was only a year ago and everything was going fine. You didn't get bored of him or the sex, the sex was always perfect and lately he had been even more passionate and agressive during it which satisfied you even more.

Although you were happy and satisfied, but you were also curious about the reason he was acting like that. You wondered what was going on with him but you didn't say anything about it.

Which probably was a bad idea, because that was what encouraged him to confess.

The night of his confession, he made you come five times. Five fucking times.

You were exhausted when he was finally done fucking you, so was he. His head fell onto the crook of your neck when he came with a loud moan of your name, and you held him until his panting slowed down a bit. It was nothing unusual, after all you two were friends and a little sign of affection wasn't making anything awkward or something. You never made a big deal out of it anyways.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I can do this anymore."

After that, you understood that he did make a big deal out of all these.

He explained everything to you, that he developed a little crush on you and he knew you didn't feel the same way about it. He assured you that he wasn't in love with you or something, it was just a crush thing yet he wasn't really familiar with this concept so he wasn't really sure what to do.

And he was right, you didn't think of him that way.

But the thing was after spending a year with him, he became a irreplaceable person in your life.

You didn't want to let him go.

So you agreed that you had to stop sleeping together, asked him to at least stay friends. You obviously didn't want to cut him off of your life and he instantly agreed with you, told you that he wasn't planning to end your friendship anyways.

That was how you found yourself on the couch of your apartment with him, under the blankets, trying to watch a movie. 

Trying to, because he was looking so good today and you would rather watch the way he pushed his now-silverish-black hair back and concentrate on the way he opened his legs.

He was wearing those black, leather pants that you loved to sit on and grind until you whimpered as he did nothing but only smirk at you. All of the times he talked dirty to you, the times he said things like:

"Told you babe, I don't even need to move my finger to make you scream my name."

"Y/N?"

You winked a couple times as you turned your head towards to him, finally noticing that you weren't paying any attention to the movie.

"Hmm?" you said as you looked at Wooyoung and tried your hardest not to bite your lip as he looked at you from tip to toe and pushed the blankets away.

Your breath hitched as he came closer and looked at you.

"I know what you're thinking about."

You eyes widened and you were about to explain yourself further but he spoke first.

"You're feeling awkward about all this, right? I.. I should probably leave. I am really sorry to leave you in this position."

Then with that, he stood up and you took a good glance on those pants and his black t-shirt again as he grabbed his jacket from the corner.

"No, wait! I wasn't thinking that." you said and suddenly stood up with panic written all over your face.

Wooyoung turned back to you with that, raising his bow as he put his jacket back to the coat hanger.

"Then why were you glancing at me and squeezing your hand-" he then said and his slightly worried face suddenly changed into a playful one as he gave you one of those smirks which always got you. 

"Looking at my thighs, squeezing your hands, playing with your hair... Don't you think they all sound familiar, princess?" Wooyoung said as he took a step closer to you and you only looked at the way his silver highlights were shining under the white florescent light of your living room.

"I don't know, do they?" you replied back as your eyes met his dark ones, only to see the way he was literally eating you alive with them.

"I thought I could get rid of those feelings by not touching you, but this is becoming unbearable Y/N. I can't stand it, especially after seeing you like this..." he walked towards to you as he spoke and stopped right in front of you. He lowered his head a little and kissed the sweet spot under your ear before whispering.

"Do you want me to fuck you right now?"

You never thought that words could be so simple yet so filthy. But that was how Wooyoung was after all: 

Filthy and outspoken.

"Hmm, do you?"

You were already gone by the way he was speaking so lowly, his lips touching your neck but not quite kissing it the way you liked it. You knew he wanted to hear it from you, he always did since you were way too stubborn to give him what he wanted.

But tonight, after not feeling his touch for a week, you were extremely horny and even the slightest touch of his lips and the tingling sensation of his breath was enough to have your thighs squeezing.

"Do you want to fuck me?" you asked nevertheless, knowing so damn well that he treated you the best when he was frustrated.

With your question his hands grabbed your waist and he suddenly pressed your lips against yours, causing you to widen your eyes in shock for a second before opening your mouth to give him access.

He grabbed your ass -signing you to jump- and you obliged, wrapping your legs against his waist and never breaking the kiss as he walked to the closest available item which happened to be the kitchen table.

It wouldn't be the first time that you two fucked there though.

Wooyoung made you sat on the table but your legs were still wrapped around him as he groaned because of the way you were pressing yourself on his bulge, biting his lip.

"You missed me that much?" he said as he split from your lips and headed to your neck. His hand found its way inside your t-shirt and touched your bare back, caressing it with feather-like touches of his fingertips and you threw your head back when he sucked on a bruise.

"Always so sensitive..." he murmured and then unclasped your bra with one of his hands.

You were burning with need when his hand slipped inside your shorts, playing with the hem of your panties as he kissed your cheekbone sloppily.

"Wooyoung, don't." you breathed, grabbing the hem of his shirt. He looked at your face, understanding what you wanted instantly as he unbuckled his belt and took his black t-shirt off.

Your hands trailed his biceps slowly, his arms were a huge turn on for you and he FUCKING knew that.

He finally slipped his hands inside your panties when you touched his erection on his pants, causing you to stop immediately with the sudden outburst of pleasure, moaning at the way he touched at your clit and then drew eights on your cunt.

"How are you so wet already, I barely touched you." he said in a fascinated way but you did not respond.

Then he grabbed the hem of your shorts and pulled them down with your panties as he lowered himself and kissed your stomach then your thighs, avoiding your center as always.

"Come on, don't be an asshole." you said frustratedly and immediately regretted it but you didn't let him realize. 

"Watch your mouth." he said and looked up at you with angry eyes, you bit your lip instead. 

With that his lips were finally where you wanted them to be. He sucked at your clit and squeezed the inside of your thigh. It was already overwhelming, the way his mouth was working so skillfully inside you. Your hips suddenly bucked harshly and he stopped, holding you on your place. 

Your eyes were teary because of the overwhelming sensation of his touch and he kissed your thigh, standing up to kiss your neck as you slightly trembled and breathed heavily.

"Shh, calm down princess." he whispered and kissed your cheek before looking at you.

"Do you want me to continue-"

"Yes, yes..." you said without even letting him finish, which he only nodded and went down on you once again. 

You moaned and grabbed his hair as he licked a stripe and sucked, then teasing the entrance with the tip of his finger before pushing it in.

You were pressing his head to you as you felt yourself getting closer and closed your eyes when he fastened the pace of his fingers.

"Come on princess, I got you." he said and it was the last drop to send you over the edge as you came with a cry of his name and he didn't pulled back after you did, kissing your lips.

"Good girl." he said and you kissed down his neck when he pulled his pants and underwear down, revealing his thick member. 

He was so hard and you almost felt bad for him but he slapped your hand away before you could grab it, looking at you with lustful eyes.

"Three." he said with a devilish smirk on his face and you frowned confusingly, not quite understanding what he was talking about. 

"I'm not done with you until you are coming three times more tonight. I know you can do it princess."

He pushed in carefully yet deeply with a moan and you quickly grabbed his shoulders as a support when he slammed into you harder and the table moved with every one of his thrusts.

In that moment, neither of you were thinking anything besides the pleasure and you knew he was right about the fact that it was unbearable to stay friends with someone you constantly crave.

And he was right about one other thing too.

Because you came three times more that night.

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[fandomlit]

secretive (shane madej x reader)

requested by anon “Could you do a Shane Madej x reader where he thinks the reader is cheating on him with Ryan. Like they whisper things to eachother and stop when Shane enters the room, they text all the time and hang out without Shane a lot. He ends up snapping at the reader about it but it turns out they were actually planning a suprise for him.”

summary shane madej has never been an insecure guy. but when it comes to you, that side can come out to play.

gif cred belongs to @ryanbergara​

shane was rarely insecure. he had learned to become proud of who he is, lanky limbs and all. but of course, there was the occasional slip up--especially when it came to you.

when shane first met you, he was smitten. your dorky personality, stunning beauty, and unrelenting kindness drew him into you instantly, and he chased that feeling to the ends of the earth. and now, almost a year and a half into your relationship, he could honestly say that he has never been happier.

but of course, those pesky insecurities come out to play sometimes.

shane had volunteered to do coffee run that morning before filming unsolved. when he came back to the office where he had left you both, he saw you two sitting unbearably close at the desk, talking and smiling and ignoring everyone else in the room setting up for the shoot.

trying his best to brush it off, he entered the office and gave you both a smile. “caffeine time?”

you leaned away from ryan, clapping excitedly. “caffeine time!”

he gave a wide grin at your cheeriness and grabby hands, handing you the order he had memorized on your first date. 

you stood up from the desk and giggled, “you can have your seat back. i gotta get back to work.”

“alright, have fun,” shane smiled. you gave him a quick kiss before skipping off to your workplace. after shane settled in his seat with his coffee, he said to ryan as casually as he could, “what were the whispers about?”

ryan gave him an entirely unconvincing confused look. “what whispers?”

“between you and y/n,” shane explained, motioning to the door you had just exited through.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” ryan said, shaking his head at shane. before shane could press any further, you came back into the office.

“sorry,” you giggled. “forgot my phone.” you snatched off of the small table and then pointed to ryan with a serious expression. “text me, bergara.” and then you left, just as quickly as you had come.

ryan looked up from his prepared manila folder to the camera crew, not daring to glance at the unintentionally glaring shane, and spoke, “are we ready to roll?”

..

“who are you texting?” shane teased when he entered the living room to see you curled up, smiling at your phone.

“just ryan,” you shrugged. that didn’t sit right with shane.

“you two seem awfully close lately,” shane tried to comment nonchalantly. but if he implicated that anything was wrong in his tone, you didn’t notice. you just giggled as your phone buzzed with another text. shane took a sip of his tea with a frown.

after a while of smiling at your phone, you moved over to cuddle with shane as he watched a show on netflix.

you placed a kiss on his cheek as you draped yourself over him. “i love you.”

that did lighten his heart a bit. “i love you, too.”

..

ryan and shane got lunch together many days of the week. then he would come back to the office, pay you a visit in yours, and get back to work. but today, ryan had a different idea in mind.

“why don’t we eat with y/n today?” the shorter man proposed. that unsettled shane a bit. supernatural beings were nothing to him, but a guy taking invested interest in his girl friend as of late? that rattled him.

shane excused, “she’s usually busy during our lunch.. but we can check.” he shrugged. “no harm in that.” and though his thoughts betrayed his words, he led the way to your office.

you were on the phone when shane peeked in. you waved him in as you spoke, “it’s alright, lea.” you tapped your pencil against your desk as the boys filtered in. “yeah, just send it and we can edit and complete. it’s no problem. just relax and enjoy a day off, girl. of course. see you.” you hung up and gave the boys a smile.

“what was that about?” shane asked, coming closer to your desk to give you a quick kiss.

“was that the girl who hasn’t shown up for the past few days?” ryan asked, taking the seat across from your desk.

“yes,” you groaned. “im trying to be patient with her, she’s using some sick days so i can’t really get on her, but did she have to take off in the middle of this project?” you let out a huff.

shane was slightly bothered that ryan knew more about this than he did. but instead, he asked, “would it comfort you at all if we had lunch with you today? or is this girl taking up your schedule?”

you grasped his hand in yours. “please have lunch with me.” you reached out your hand to ryan, who laughed as he took it. you squeezed both of their hands, though shane’s lips were now tightly pursed. “this morning has been insane.”

“we got you,” ryan nodded with a grin that you returned sweetly. when you looked up at shane, he quickly changed his expression into a grin. he felt his jealousy rising second by second during the entire lunch.

..

shane had just walked into the breakroom to see you and ryan laughing as you poured yourself a cup of tea. “that’s actually not a bad idea, bergara. where’d you come up with that one?”

“i’ve got so much in this noggin, you don’t even know, l/n,” ryan responded easily, making you laugh again. shane still hadn’t been noticed, but he felt as if his heart was beating so loud that he surely would be.

“but yeah, shane stays late every thursday,” you continued, “so if you came over right after work, we should be able to get it all done and shane wouldn’t even know!”

“im a genius,” ryan praised.

“that you are,” you agreed, holding your cup out. he clinked his water bottle against it and you both turned to the door. shane was long gone.

..

you had stayed a little bit late that day, and so shane was stuck pacing your shared apartment as he awaited your arrival home, thinking of what to say.

his blood boiled as he thought of the implications of the past couple of weeks. you and ryan were definitely planning something. and with how close you two were lately, it was probably something that shane, your boyfriend, would not care for at all. and if his thoughts were right, then had this happened before? is he only noticing this now? he couldn’t even begin with what he needed to say to you.

you were the most important thing to him. from the moment he met you, he knew he had to be with you. and now that you could be cheating on him with his best friend? his heart was pumping and aching in his chest, and he didn’t know whether to be angry or sad.

when you opened the door, his head immediately shot up. “hey,” you smiled. after you closed the door behind you and took in his frantic state, you asked, “something wrong?”

“we gotta talk,” was all he could manage as he shook his head.

you furrowed your brow as you slipped off your jacket and dropped your bag. “okay..?” you stepped toward him. “what about?”

but your innocence just seemed to frustrate him. “i know about you and ryan.” you stopped in your tracks, but he didn’t dare glance at your reaction to his words. he was worried about what he’d find there. “i heard you guys talking in the breakroom earlier about meeting up when im not home, and how you two always text lately, and you’re always.. touching and..” he took a breath. “i know, y/n.” he finally looked up at you to see your face frozen in what seemed to be shock and concern. you stepped closer to him.

“shane, what?” he stood his ground, arms crossed as you moved in front of him. “shane, no.. no, i love you so much, i would never cheat on you.” you placed your hands on his arms and looked him dead in his eyes. but his expression remained stone.

“why should i believe that?” he spoke lowly.

he wished he hadn’t seen your heart break in your eyes. “shane, ryan and i are your best friends, we wouldn’t dare do that to you. we..” you let out a sigh through your nose and removed your hands from his arms to fish your phone out of your pocket. you unlocked it and handed it to him, revealing the texts between you and ryan.

scrolling up, he found:

boogara, 12:38pm okay, this might be a stupid question..

y/n, 12:42pm i love it already, do tell

boogara, 12:44pm alright do you think it would be at all possible to get balloons custom made as characters from the hotdaga?

y/n, 12:45pm OHMYGOD I LOVE IT WE ABSOLUTELY CAN IM LOOKING INTO IT RN

boogara, 12:46pm shane better appreciate this idea as much as you do when his birthday comes around

y/n, 12:48pm ryan, that man will celebrate harder than he’s ever celebrated before

boogara, 12:49pm he better

shane didn’t know what to make of that as he handed his phone back to you.

“we were planning a surprise party for your birthday,” you sighed, tucking your phone back into your pocket. “that’s why we’re so.. secretive.” you twiddled with your hands nervously. “but i guess not anymore.” shane didn’t know what to say. you looked up to him sadly. “you thought i was cheating on you..?”

shane’s heart burned with guilt. softly, he spoke, “i did, yeah.” your frown deepened. “but not because i don’t trust you,” he explained, taking your hand in his. you looked to your hands instead of his desperate eyes for a moment. “but because i just..” you looked up at him, and the words spilled out, “i don’t know, im just always in awe that i get to be with you and... i guess i got scared that maybe you thought i wasn’t good enough for you, because god knows im not.”

“shane,” you said softly, placing a hand on his cheek. “you’re perfect for me. ryan is definitely one of my best friends, but he doesn’t hold a candle to the love i have for you.” he offered you a short smile. “i only have eyes for you, dork.”

“im sorry,” he whispered. you pulled him in for a tight hug.

“i am, too,” you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. “will you still act surprised for your birthday..? ryan’s pretty proud of himself.”

“i’d do anything for that little guy,” he sighed, pulling away from you to gaze at your sweet smile. “let’s go watch drunk history.”

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[queenshelby]

Just Friends – Part 10

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 3,412

Warning: Smut, Pregnancy

***Breaking the News***

After you told Cillian that you needed to talk, his heart skipped a beat. After bad experiences with his ex-girlfriend and ex-wife, he was prepared for the worst.

After taking a deep breath, he sat down right next to you on the lounge and, without words, he waited for you to say something.

But you struggled to find the words despite the fact that you ran over this scenario over and over again in your own mind all day.

Instead of saying anything, you broke out in tears again. Cillian immediately wrapped his arms around you and reached for the box of tissues on the coffee table in front of him.

‘Y/N, you are worrying me. You need to tell me what’s wrong’ he said calmly while holding you close.

‘I am pregnant Cilly’ you suddenly blurted out while you were still crying heavily and, as soon as you said it, Cillian sighed. But it wasn’t a sigh of frustration but, rather, a sigh of relief.

Despite his initial reaction, his words were caught in his throat. He didn’t say anything to you. He didn’t know what to say and it was clear to you that he was in shock.

‘Fuck’ he then simply murmured before abruptly getting up from where he was sitting. You could see his mind ticking over as he walked to the kitchen and returned with a glass of whiskey for himself and a glass of sparkling water for you.

You didn’t know what to make of his reaction as he sat back down next to you. He never drank spirits and the only reason you had a bottle of whiskey in the house was because he was gifted it for his 40th birthday.

The glass must have contained at least four shots, no ice and he drank almost half of it within less than thirty seconds.

His eyes were empty, looking into the unknown and you gently took his hands into yours.

‘Can you please say something Cillian’ you said calmly as you had stopped crying.

‘I am sorry Y/N, it’s just…’ Cillian said, unable to find his words but finally looking at you.

‘How?’ he then went on to ask as his mind kept working on digesting the news.

You couldn’t help but laugh about his question and responded the only way you could.

‘How do you think?’ you chuckled, causing Cillian to chuckle as well.

‘You know what I mean’ he then went on to say before drinking the rest of his whiskey.

‘I think that night at my parent’s house…’ you went on to explain before, again, losing your words. ‘I am so sorry Cillian, this is all my fault. I am such an idiot’ you went on to say, knowing that he made it clear to you that he didn’t want any more children.

‘Y/N, stop!’ Cillian responded, his hands caressing your face. ‘It takes two people to make a baby. I knew that you had forgotten your pill and, as hard as it would have been, I could have said no that night. So please, allow me to take some responsibility for this too, eh’ Cillian said calmly before attempting to kiss you, but you pulled away.

‘Babies…’ you said nervously.

‘What do you mean?’ Cillian asked confused.

‘I am pregnant with twins Cillian’ you said, laughing and crying at the same time.

Cillian’s chin dropped, his eyes widened and he began to chuckle. For about twenty seconds, there was an awkward silence between you while Cillian looked at you.

‘We need a bigger house and I need another glass of whiskey’ he then suddenly said, causing you both to laugh before, finally, sharing your first kiss in three weeks.

‘You know there are options Cillian. I know you said that you didn’t want anymore children and I am prepared to…’ you said, but Cillian silenced you before you could say anything else.

‘No, I couldn’t Y/N, please’ Cillian said with worry.

‘I love you, you know that?’ you said, relieved by Cillian’s decision and the fact that he wanted you to keep the babies.

‘I know and I love you and our growing family’ Cillian chuckled before pressing his lips onto yours.

The kiss soon became heated and you totally forgot about everything else but Cillian’s lips on yours and it wasn’t long until you climbed onto his lap and could already feel his raging erection against you.

‘Sorry…it’s been three weeks’ Cillian chuckled, knowing that you would probably not be in the mood for sex.

But, of course, he was wrong. You could never leave your hands of Cillian for very long and you were used to this sort of reaction from him as, usually, as soon as you kissed passionately, the desire between his legs grew. It was almost like he was in his twenties again, which often made you joke about it.

‘I need to have a shower Cilly’ you smirked in between kisses while you were grinding yourself against him.

‘Mind if I join?’ he grinned and, just like that, you took his hand and pulled up him towards the bathroom.

***In the Shower***

In a haste, you both got undressed and got inside the large shower, hoping that, this time, the hot water wouldn’t run out.

Pretty much as soon as you entered the shower, Cillian took the bar of soap and rubbed it gently across your shoulders and back. He lathered up his own hands, placed the soap back on the shelf, then went to work. Starting at your shoulders, Cillian massaged the creamy suds into your smooth skin, listening contently to your satisfied murmurings as his fingers worked their magic against your flesh. He worked every inch of your shoulders, pressing hard against your supple muscles, causing you to lean against the shower wall, your forearms now stopping you from falling forward.

Slowly, keeping to the same mix of massage and gentle caress, Cillian worked his way downwards, following the natural curve of your spine, across your midriff, towards your pert little ass. He grabbed the bar of soap once more and started to lather up your cheeks and upper thighs.

‘Hmm’ you moaned as Cillian finally ran his soapy hands in between your thighs.

You had spread your feet slightly and were pushing your ass out against his hands, trying your best to direct his attention to where you wanted it.

Cillian was never one to turn down an invitation and soon nudged his fingers gently against your now tingling sex.

He could feel you responding to his every touch. Intentionally, you were moving your body against his hands, moaning every time he touched your mound.

‘I missed this’ you moaned as Cillian continued, running his fingers against your outer lips, massaging gently at your puffy folds.

Cillian changed his position, pressing his hips hard up against your ass, his cock now pointing to the ceiling, sandwiched between your bodies. At the same time, he moved his hand around to the front of your legs, and once more delved between them, searching for your sodden sex. You were moaning continually, still soft but now more passionately, as he drew his middle two fingers along your innermost lips, tracing lines from your opening forward towards your clit. He would stay there for a moment, rubbing firmly at your hard bud, listening to your panted breath as you felt every nerve ending burst into life, then return to the gentle stroke along your sodden sex.

‘Cillian I need your cock inside me, please’ you moaned as he was teasing you. You were desperate for him.

‘Patience babe’ Cillian whispered as he worked his two fingers in and out of your sodden pussy, keeping a shallow but fast motion. He knew what you wanted, and that it wasn't his two fingers, but you were going to have to beg for it.

‘Cillian please’ you moaned as you were getting ever more desperate in your pleas.

He stopped moving his fingers and stood there for a moment, listening to your panted breath, feeling the tightness of your walls against his invading digits. You were trying as best as you could to rock your own hips against his hand, but Cillian held you firm.

‘Fuck me Cillian, please’ you practically screamed.

Cillian chuckled and removed his hand from between your legs. He couldn't resist a quick lick at his fingers, savouring the taste of your sweet juices, before taking a step or two away from you. Cillian placed a hand on each of your hips, then pulled firmly at them, forcing you to take your own couple of steps backward, your ass now pointing out towards him.

Cillian positioned himself, his cock now pointing straight towards your sodden sex, mere inches from nudging into your swollen lips. You still had your forearms firmly against the shower wall for balance, although now you had your hands together and your head nestled into them as you waited for his onslaught.

‘Ah, please’ you gasped as he brought his cock forward, letting his head graze gently against your sweet sex.

For a moment or two, he rocked back and forth, his cock simply rubbing against your slick folds, teasing at your inner most sex but never quite realising your desires. You would push back, trying to catch the very angle which would send him sinking deep into your waiting pussy, but never quite making it.

You had enough of Cillian’s games. You were panting hard and reached down with one hand, taking him by surprise. You took purchase on his cock, positioning it just where you wanted it, with his head right over your aching pussy. Then, before he had any chance to pull away, you pushed your hips backwards, gasping as you plunged yourself onto his waiting cock.

‘Now, fuck me’ you demanded as you heard Cillian groan behind you.

Cillian wasn't slow on the uptake, and as you pushed backwards, he in turn thrust forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside you. He took a firm grip on your hips, then slowly withdrew, all the way until just his head wedged into your opening. Once more, to the tune of a passionate groan, he plunged back into you. Over and over, he continued, pulling out slowly, then thrusting hard back in, listening to your moans.

‘Fuck yes’ you screamed each time he plunged into you.

Cillian soon picked up the pace, pulling out quickly then plunging back in, pummelling into you over and over again. You were meeting him, move for move, your ass slapping into his body with an audible clap. Faster and faster, he picked up the pace, his own breath now coming in pants as he worked your sex.

You could feel his every inch move within your tight walls, rubbing at your most sensitive spots, pushing you closer and closer to your release.

‘Yes, oh god. There, right fucking there. Don't stop’ you moaned, your walls tightening around Cillian’s cock.

‘Fuck Y/N, you feel so fucking good’ Cillian moaned in response, getting closer and closer to his own release. You were now both panting hard, moans subsiding as exertion took over. You could feel the ache deep inside, a tremble now in your legs as the passion grew in intensity.

‘Fuck Cillian, yes’ you moaned as, finally, your orgasm washed over you. A wave of pure pleasure engulfed you as you pressed your head hard against your arms. Your legs wobbled with the intensity of your orgasm, yet still Cillian continued, pushing on towards his own climax.

Your screams and the contraction of your tight walls sent Cillian over the edge as well and, with one loud groan and three more thrusts, he filled you with his warm cum.

‘Fuck I missed you’ Cillian panted as he pulled out of you slowly, causing some of his cum to run down your legs.

‘Looks like we'll have to freshen up once more’ you giggled as you noticed before kissing him passionately.

***Thunderstorm***

After you had passionate shower sex, you decided to take round two into the bedroom.

Just as you entered your bedroom, you could hear the thundering outside. The lightening strikes were evident through the window and you knew what that meant.

Just as expected, while Cillian was kissing you and your back landed on your large bed, you heard a loud cry from Max’s room following yet another loud thunder outside.

‘Oh no’ you sighed while Cillian chuckled, giving you another quick kiss before he got off you and quickly put on his pyjamas. You did the same and walked into Max’s room, comforting him just as a lightening strike hit a nearby house, resulting in a loud bang.

Moments later, you heard Charlie cry as well and Charlie instantly woke up his brother Hendrix.

Cillian was quick to check on them both and, before you knew it, both of you were carrying the youngest boys into your bedroom as the thunderstorm continued on. Hendrix quickly followed and you knew that you were in for a long night in a very crowded bed.

‘Dad?’ Charlie said quietly as Cillian put him next to Max and Hendrix, in the middle of the large bed.

‘Yes’ Cillian said quietly.

‘I missed you’ Charlie went on to say and Max was quick to tell him that he missed him as well.

‘I missed you too guys. Now we need to get some sleep, alright?’ Cillian said.

There you were, in your bed with three children, four doonas and five pillows when, what you were wanting so desperately, was a romantic and fun filled night with your boyfriend.

***Happy Birthday***

After a restless night, you woke at around 8am only to find that your once so crowded bed was now empty.

You quickly got up and walked downstairs and into the kitchen.

‘Oh my god, how good is that?’ you smiled as you saw that Cillian was making pancakes and Max, Charlie and Hendrix were helping him.

All three of them were already showered and dressed and a cup of hot coffee was waiting for you.

‘Happy Birthday’ Cillian and the boys said collectively and you quickly received a large box filled with artwork the boys had made together for you.

The boys then handed you flowers and another present which Cillian had bought for you.

‘Jesus Cilly, can you please not spend that much money on presents for me’ you said after you opened the present, revealing a beautiful necklace and earrings from your favourite shop.

‘I love you…thank you’ you then went on to say before giving him a kiss.

Over breakfast, you decided to take the kids to the museum that day and Cillian informed you what he had planned for the evening.

‘I asked your grandmother to look after the boys tonight so that I can take you out for your birthday’ Cillian explained.

‘Are we not taking the boys?’ you asked surprised.

‘No, just us’ Cillian said as he was cleaning up the plates and cups from the breakfast table.

‘Where are you taking me?’ you asked intrigued.

‘It’s a surprise’ he was quick to respond.

You liked surprises and didn’t dare to question him any further. Instead, you had a quick shower and got dressed while Cillian was getting the boys ready for the museum.

The day at the museum was exciting and you went to lunch thereafter.

By around 6 o’clock, your grandmother arrived to look after the boys and you got dressed in a beautiful short black dress.

Cillian was wearing jeans and a navy-blue buttoned shirt. You never told him but you thought that he looked incredible with his peaky haircut. It suited him.

***Another Surprise***

At around 7 o’clock you pulled up in front of a factory building in the new arts district of Dublin.

‘I’ve heard about this place’ you said with excitement as you had read about a new restaurant in the area a few weeks ago.

‘I know, you told me about it when we skyped last week’ he winked. Of course, he remembered, he always did.

‘Where are all the other people?’ you asked as you walked into the restaurant which is when you were taken to a private dining area.

The dining area was simply stunning. There was a single table in the middle of a wine cellar. The table was surrounded by large stands of candles and on top of the table there were some native flowers. In the background you could hear gentle jazz music.

You adored rustic places like this in Ireland and, whilst you had read about this particular restaurant, you didn’t know that it wasn’t yet open. It only recently had been refurbished.

‘There are no other people. The restaurant isn’t actually opening until next week’ Cillian explained.

‘Uhm, so why are we here then? There is food, right?’ you giggled but your question was answered as the owner of the restaurant greeted you and Cillian.

Cillian explained that he knows the owner of the restaurant from Cork. According to him, he used to date Cillian’s younger sister and Cillian had bought shares in the restaurant a few months ago.

After some short conversation, the restaurant owner explained the dishes he had prepared for you for the occasion before handing you the wine list.

‘I am sorry, I didn’t know that you won’t be able to drink’ Cillian chuckled as you pouted when looking at the wine list.

‘Still, this is probably the most romantic birthday ever. Thank you’ you smiled.

‘You are welcome’ Cillian smiled and, just as you began to talk some more about the recent news, the entrees arrived.

Over the course of an hour, you received plenty of delicious food to share and enjoyed each other’s company and, just after you finished your dessert, Cillian got up from his chair and took your hand quite suddenly.

‘Common, I show you something’ he said and you followed him through yet another wine cellar before he took you upstairs of the industrial complex.

‘What is amazing about this buildings is that you can see the whole of Dublin from up top’ Cillian said as you walked up three flights of stairs.

The building was located right on the Liffey and you could just imagine how amazing all the old buildings nearby would look from the top of the old converted factory. Usually, at night, all the old buildings and churches were lid up in different colours making it even more beautiful.

‘This is truly amazing Cillian’ you said as you finally reached the top and looked over the beautiful Dublin city landscape. But the city lights wasn’t what caught your eyes initially. What was even more spectacular than the city views was the fact that the rooftop itself was lid beautifully with candles and the floor was covered with rose petals.

‘You are such a romantic Cilly’ you giggled as you looked around and Cillian reached for both of your hands just as you were staring at him, thinking how lucky you were to have him.

‘I may have asked you up here under false pretences’ Cillian said quietly as his eyes gazed into yours.

‘What do you mean?’ you asked and, just as you did, Cillian dropped onto one of his knees while continuing to hold your hands.

‘I know that we haven’t been together for that long but I love you more than I have loved anyone else. I cannot imagine a life that doesn’t have you in it and I want to spend the rest of it with you’ Cillian said nervously as he reached for his pocket with one of his hands, causing you to take in a deep breath.

‘Y/N…would you marry me?’ he then asked as he held out the ring that Max had picked in Birmingham three weeks ago.

‘Oh my god’ you said as you broke out in tears. ‘Yes Cillian…yes, of course I will marry you’ you said with excitement, holding out your hand so that Cillian could place the ring onto your finger.

It fit perfectly and Cillian got up, pressing his lips onto yours.

‘I love you so much’ you said as your lips drifted apart momentarily.

‘And I love you’ Cillian smiled before giving you another kiss.

To be continued in August 2021 

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