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momotorin · 4 months

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heya @idlesana i have news to say

gp! professor!sana is the sweetest, most responsive professor you've ever had. it's so crazy that she's patient with everyone, especially you. she knows that you've been having difficulty with her class, and makes sure that you're understanding and passing everything.

she's been too patient with you and you just can't help but to adore this absolute glory of a woman— kind, beautiful, and fuck does she know how to make you sit.

well, it wasn't your fault to miss her class. it was your best friend's party, and she's your first class, so you went to her class, half-awake, half-sober.

that was the only day you saw miss minatozaki mad. (and fuck, she's hot.)

after the class, she makes you sit, stares at you with her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose and looks through it with literally the angriest (hottest) version you've seen her.

"you're late, y/n," she stood up, hands on table, still looking at you. "it's your first class of the first semester yet you're here like some drunk fuck."

"so what?" you sighed. "miss sana i do appreciate the comcern but you can't j-"

"what do you mean by i can't just?" she inches closer to you, sitting just on top of the table with her eyebrows creasing in the middle, in anger with what you just said.

"you've said it before to me," she lowly chuckles. "you," she points at your chest. "cannot," she does it again, a little more forcefully. "pass," you try to make her stop, but you just froze at her reaction. "this," she looks at you. "fucking class," she presses, a little more to make you feel a certain pain. "without me."

"i mean it's just a reaction since you've been really helpf-"

"did you think i'm just supposed to be helpful to you all the time? dumb bitch." her hands are now on both sides of your chair, looking down on you. "not even trying to listen to me, just busy with her shitfaced hangover."

"miss min-"

she puts a finger on your lips to shut you up. "don't even try to reason it out. where were you last night? out being fucked by some girl, drunk, on the streets? you look like you'd be the type to."

"no, for fucks sake that was my best friend's party," i chuckled at her. "just got really drunk and it must happens th-"

"another worth from your filthy mouth or i'm going to punish you."

you just nodded, feeling her backing away from you.

"let's make a compromise," she sighs, leaning against her table once more. "let me fuck you like little bitch you are, and i'm going to help you pass. hell, i'd even retell the whole lesson when you're fully sober. deal?"

you couldn't stop yourself, so you stood up to take her into a kiss, deep, passionate, as your tongues clash with each other.

"oh, um," you pulled away, seeing sana display a smirk. "uh.. sorry i-"

"don't be," she chuckles as she held your cheek. she comes close to your ear, whispering, "bend your ass over for me on the table like the little slut you are."

you did, as told, and she pulls down your pants, leaving you in your red, lace panties.

"pretty," she chuckles, tracing her hands on the pattern that drew along your ass. "who's got you dressing up like this, hm?"

"i just didn't have anything lef-"

"i told you, dumb slut," she faces you again, now removing her tie from her neck, pulling it to tie on your wrists. "no talking until i say so. got it, baby?"

you just nodded, complying with her condition. she unbuttons her white dress shirt, slow, teasing as you just watch her get undressed infront of you.

she humms, finally removing her shirt, unclasping her bra. she then moves on to her skirt, revealing a skintight compression boxer underneath.

"fuck," she grunts, hurrying to move the boxers to free her 10 inch cock. "hmm," she sighs, finally removing the length, so hard and ready that you heard it slap to her stomach.

"open up," she held you by the cheek, making you look up at her. "be a good girl and suck mommy's cock." she says, tapping the head on your mouth, forcing you to open. you opened your mouth for her, the length and girth consuming until the tip of your throat, choking you. she puts your hair in a makeshift ponytail as she ruts her hips, not even letting you room to breathe.

"fuck, so tight," she grunts once more, fucking into your mouth faster, making you gag on her cock. "can't take it all, hm?" she teases, making her thrusts slow but forceful.

"take it," she sighs, cumming in your mouth, pulling out to let herself see you receive her cum. "swallow, baby," she said, putting a hand on your cheek. "be a good girl."

you swallow, looking into her eyes like pleading to remove the itch between your thighs.

she then moves, going to your ass, spanking it hard enough to make you yelp.

she pulls your panties down, seeing a trail of wetness that had formed. she kneels and spreads your ass cheeks apart, letting herself see your wetness, so ready and inviting.

she licks a stripe from your clit, to your slit, making her tongue taste your arousal and need for her.

you whined, and received another spank, removing her tongue away fron you.

"so desperate," she lowly chuckles as she stood up, lining her length to your wet, needy little pussy. "i bet you're going to be so tight and warm for me, huh."

she inserts herself in an instant, her full length and girth stretching you whole. "fuck!" you screamed in shock.

she giggled as she leaned to whisper on you. "bet it's your first time to be fucked like this, huh."

you just nodded as she thrusted, slow, getting used to the tightness of your cunt.

"fuck, maybe it's your first time," she says. "is it?"

"yeah, ah," you moaned, tearing up as the stretch was really painful, but her being so deep inside you brings you some kind of pleasure you couldn't explain. she lets you hold onto her hand, as she thrusts in and out of your wetness, slow, gentle, trying to get you to be a little loose. "more."

"yeah, more?" she says, now her hands are placed on both sides of your waist as she builds up her speed. "if you're going to behave, and be my little cocksleeve, i'll give you the most, hm?" she whispered, letting herself succumb into your tightness.

safe to say her best was to let you go down the hallways limping.

#twice #twice smut #twice imagines #sana imagines #sana smut #sana

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butdaddyilovehim-hs · 8 months

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Rainbows and Hospital Rooms

Based of @mindofharry 's idea of Harry being a grumpy doctor and Y/N is a new intern at the hospital :)

Word Count: 1.5k

Y/N wasn’t really sure what to expect when she walked through the revolving doors of St Thomas’ Hospital.

She’d been awake since four am, too excited about her first day as an intern. All she’d ever wanted was to help people. Before her mum passed away, she would call her a guardian angel - always around to lend a hand whenever there was trouble. Y/N believed that her mum was her guardian angel now, looking down on her in heaven. Her sweet, bubbly nature only added to her charm. She befriended everyone she met within moments, in fact Y/N was pretty sure she hadn’t met someone she hadn’t been able to win over eventually. You see, Y/N got a kick out of being kind. Whether it be letting someone ahead of her in the grocery line or sharing a coffee with the homeless man on her street, Y/N was always looking for a way to spread kindness.

Making a good first impression was extremely important to Y/N so when she realised that she’s lost in the lobby of the hospital she started to sweat a little bit. She had decided on a whim to bake some cookies for the other interns and since it had taken her longer than expected, she wasn’t early as she had planned, but instead right on time. But being right on time and being lost in the lobby meant that now she was… late. On her first day.

After asking for directions as quickly as she could, a rather flustered Y/N made her way to the correct room, opening the door quietly and turning red as 5 heads turned to stare in her direction. 4 were interns like her, she could tell. Young, most wearing a nervous expression and in casual clothes. The other person in the room was different. For one, he was standing in front of all the others, evidently leading the group in some sort of welcome. He was older, significantly when compared to the others in the room but Y/N couldn’t imagine he was older than 35. Compared to her 22 years, it was a rather large gap. His eyes were a striking shade of green and when they focused on her, Y/N didn’t like the way it made her feel. A swooping feeling in her stomach overwhelmed her and she felt the urge to leave the way she came, shut the door and go home. It might have been because the man standing before her was outrageously attractive. Quite possibly the most beautiful man she had ever seen, with sculpted cheekbones, those eyes, a sharp nose and lips that looked so soft, Y/N almost wanted to lean in and touch them with her own just to see if they were really as soft as they looked.

Unfortunately for Y/N, accompanying all this beauty was an incredibly frustrated expression and it was directed at her.

“Miss Y/N I presume. You’re-“ the man looked down at the shiny Rolex on his left wrist. “6 minutes late. Is there a reason why you couldn’t be on time like the rest of your peers or shall we just put it down to plain disrespect?”

Y/N’s mouth opened and then closed like a fish. She was speechless.

“I’m so sorry um… sir?” She floundered for a moment, pondering what exactly to call him.

“It’s Dr Styles, to you. This isn’t military camp, although I do run a rather tight ship. Now if you would sit down, I can continue.”

“Ok, Dr Styles it is. I am SO sorry I’m late, you see I was just-

“Please, don’t explain yourself, I don’t have the energy to listen to whatever bullshit story you decided to come up with on the way here. I’d appreciate it if you would take a seat. Every moment I waste on you, is a moment I could be saving someone’s life.”

“But I just wanted to-”

“Y/N. Sit. Down.”

Y/N blinked as he stared at her expectantly, his expression growing more frustrated by the second. She walked slowly to the empty seat in the front row and sat down, feeling rather numb.

“Now, as I was saying before Miss Y/N decided to make her grand entrance, my name is Dr Harry Styles and I am the head of paediatrics here at St Thomas’.

Paediatrics? Y/N thought to herself. Oh those poor children being unwell and having to be treated by the biggest asshole on earth. She wondered whether he was just as awful to the patients or whether he had perfected his bedside manner. Probably the latter, he seemed like a perfectionist. Her daydream was interrupted as an older man and woman entered the room, dressed in similar scrubs to Dr Styles.

“Now, normally I handle all the interns myself, but since there are five of you, and my workload has grown rather heavily over the last year, I have enlisted my colleagues for some help. Dr Hannah Williams and Dr Richard Abrams.” Dr Styles explained, introducing them both. They waved and Dr Williams sent Y/N a smile and Y/N crossed her fingers and toes, hoping that she would be assigned to the nice woman with the warm smile.

“Max and Amelie you’re with Dr Abrams. Rachel and Luke, you’re with Dr Williams. And that leaves… ”

Y/N’s heart sank.

“Y/N, you’re with me. Lucky you.” He smirked at her obvious lack of enthusiasm before continuing.

“I’m sure you’re all aware that this is a 6 week internship. While I may not be directly supervising all of you, I will be observing you all closely. At the end of your period at St Thomas’ one of you will be offered a permanent position here. My advice? Do you best, and use what you know. You were all offered this internship for a reason, you’ve got the next six weeks to prove to me why you deserve to be here. Y/N come with me. Max and Amelie, Richard will show you where to go. Same for you Luke and Rachel, Hannah has you guys covered.”

Y/N gathered her things quickly as Dr Styles left the room swiftly. She trailed behind him, mustering up the courage to speak.

“Is there a reason you were so horrible to me in there?” The words left Y/N’s mouth before she could stop them and Dr Styles stopped walking abruptly in the middle of the corridor, almost causing her to face plant into his back.

“Oh grow up Y/N. Welcome to the real world. I don’t have energy to waste on people who aren’t punctual. If this is too much for you to handle, or If I’m too much for you to handle, quit. No one is stopping you.”

He waited expectantly, but Y/N was silent.

“Good. Now if you’re done with your little outburst, we have patients to see. Try not to waste my time Y/N. Most people don’t dare to talk back to me, especially on the first day. I picked you because you intrigued me and I thought I saw potential. Don’t prove me wrong.”

Y/N nodded, her thoughts going a million miles a minute. Dr Styles led her into a closed corridor, where the walls were filled with colour, shapes and animals.

“The first patient we’re going to see today is a 5 year old named Jackson. Jackson has stage 3 terminal cancer. At this stage it’s all about keeping him comfortable. He’s wary of new people, so just be gentle.”

He opened a door, and it was almost like someone had flipped a switch. The second the door had opened, Dr Styles’ face had switched from a stern expression to a wide smile. He was so pretty when he smiled, Y/N thought, before shaking it from her head and following him into the room.

“Hey little superman! How are we feeling today?” Dr Styles asked the young boy, who was lying in the bed watching a dinosaur cartoon on his iPad. Y/N’s heart broke at the number of wires and medical equipment surrounding the little boy.

“I’m bored. Can I go play outside?? Please Harry pleaseeeee.” Jackson pouted his lips at Dr Styles and Y/N suppressed a giggle. She watched him as a flicker of emotion crossed his face before he shook his head.

“Sorry not today little dude, but how about I try and get Nurse Rebecca to bring you something special later on?”

“Ok.” Jackson’s face fell as he directed his attention back to the screen. Y/N shifted slightly to the side and he looked up, making eye contact with her.

“Who’s that? Is she your girlfriend Harry? She’s very pretty.”

Y/N turned bright red and Dr Styles seemed to choke on air before spluttering out a response.

“Not my girlfriend Jackson. This is Y/N, I’m showing her what it’s like to work here.”

“Hi Jackson, it’s nice to meet you!” Y/N sent the boy a small wave and he waved back.

“We’ll come and visit you again later buddy ok?” Dr Styles ushered Y/N slowly out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

They stood in silence for a moment, Dr Styles watching Jackson through the small window, a pensive expression on his face.

“He’s a really sweet kid.” Y/N spoke softly.

“He is.” Dr Styles agreed gruffly, and Y/N watched as his eyes began to mist. But as quickly as the tears had formed, they were gone and he was blinking them away and continuing down the hallway.

“Hurry up Y/N we have people to see and you know how I feel about punctuality.”

Y/N smiled softly, trailing after him. There was something there, more to Dr Styles than he was letting her see and Y/N was determined to figure him out.

A/N: Hello!! This was a super short random thing that I might continue hehe

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@lukesaprince @harrys-flower @harryspirate @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite @lilyrmason12 @styleslover-1994 @stylesfever @kathb59 @indierockgirrl @bxbyysstuff @gills-lounge

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amsznn · 2 months

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2,000 MILES TO NONE ⋆⭒˚.

part 2 — part 1 here

A/N: ty guys sm for the love on all my recent posts! lmk what you would like to see and if i should make a tag list <3

you quickly noticed how L.A. was much different from boston, and honestly you weren’t loving it much. from the high temperatures to the busy streets, at first it was all overwhelming for you.

but now this is your fourth or fifth visit to L.A. and you started appreciating the differences it had from your home town. you soon found yourself falling in love with it.

the sun was peeking through matt’s curtains as you both were splayed across his silk bed sheets. he was the first to wake up and took the time to admire you while you slept. you hated when he did this since you thought you looked bad while you slept, but matt felt the complete opposite. he loved having these little moments with you since he felt the intimacy without having to actually be intimate.

but his little candid moment came to an end as you stirred in your sleep, turning on your side to stuff your face into his bare chest. “stop staring at me, weirdo.” you jokingly mumbled, still half asleep but not enough to miss the way matt’s eyes lingered on you.

“but you’re so pretty.” matt retorted while chuckling. you smiled at the sound while slowly bringing your hand to rub your eyes awake while saying “i look like a fish.”

“yeah, you kinda do.” matt laughed as you sat up quickly, shocked at his answer. you couldn’t help but smile as you roll your eyes. almost everyone could say that the way matt looks at you was like no other. his eyes filled with adoration and love when he looked at you, or whenever he looked in your general direction. the same could be said about you. no matter what matt would be doing, your whole focus would be on him like he was the last person left on this earth. no one could deny it, you both were lovestruck.

as the day went on, you and matt didn’t do anything extravagant. you two just stayed in and spent some time with nick and chris, catching up and doing silly tiktoks. eventually, matt confessed that he actually had something planned, so with that he dragged you out of the house to venture off to your next excursion. while on the drive, you tried prying out what the surprise was from matt. eventually, you got frustrated as he wasn’t budging. “cmon matt, y’know i dont like surprises.” you said while slumping in the passenger seat. the urge to know was killing you. “it’s nothing big, plus we’re almost there.” he said before turning the music on the radio up, subtly telling you to shut up.

he was right though. it was only in a matter of minutes before you reached your destination. you stepped out of the car before observing the scenery around you. “the beach?” you questioned as you watched matt make his way to the trunk of the car before pulling out a basket. he only nodded before he intertwined your fingers with his, leading you to this nice spot on the beach where the water wasn’t too far nor too close. since it was late in the evening, the sun was just setting which made for a beautiful view.

matt reaches into the basket before pulling out a blanket so you both could sit on the sand without getting dirty. he rummaged around the basket some more before pulling out a hefty amount of snacks. “i thought we’d come to the beach since we never had the chance to back in boston.” he said while softly chuckling.

“i also made sure to get you your favorite snacks, if you’re still hungry we can stop somewhere on the way back though.” matt said before pulling out more things from the basket. “i also thought it would be fun to do that thing on tiktok where we finish each other’s paintings.” as matt finishes explaining, he realized you were silent for quite some time now, so he looked up at you only to be met with your eyes watering. “did i do something wrong?” matt worriedly asks, scared you were upset about him getting the wrong snacks or something.

you shook your head before wiping your eyes. “no matt, it’s perfect.” you smiled and looked at everything around you. “i just don’t know how i got so lucky.”

matt softly smiled before cupping both sides of your face and bringing you in for a soft kiss.

“if anything, i’m the lucky one.”

you smiled at his words, close to tears once again. if someone told you you’d be with such a caring and loving individual, you probably wouldn’t have believed them. heartbreak after heartbreak, you began to think that love was hopeless. that was until you met matt. he showed you everything and more about loving someone, and how wonderful it can be.

the moment was bittersweet, as you couldn’t believe that in a matter of days, you’d be back to being 2,000 miles apart.

A/N: i had a mental breakdown writing this because i wrote sm but i forgot to save it then tumblr deleted my work. FINISHED IT EITHER WAY THO. so glad you guys enjoyed part 1 to this <3

#sturniolo fluff #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x reader #matt x reader #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #requests open #fluff #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo

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toxic3mmy · 18 days

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[guys im so sorry if this sucks! ik a lot of you wanted a pt 2 so here it is. even if it sucks, it’s got smut so hopefully it’ll make up for it hehehe]

prompt: you and alex hate each other but one night of your sleep talking changes everything (continued)

warning: smut

part two

you weren’t sure if you wanted to be honest and just talk to alex about your dream last night. the thing is, this wasn’t the first time this happened and you felt too embarrassed to admit that you’ve been fantasizing about him for months now.

a loud whistle quickly dissipated the millions of thoughts running through your mind. you look over and see rubius smiling and waving at the two of you with the rest of the gang.

“what do you guys think about taking a break from the beach and going out for a bit? i heard there’s an event going on kinda like a carnival and also a bonfire. what do you all think?”

everyone agreed happily and gathered their things to get back to the hotel.

you looked over at alex and saw him already staring at you. he quickly looked away and made himself look busy.

everyone decided on picking up some street tacos on the way to the hotel since y’all had eaten hours earlier and it was almost nighttime.

the group headed to their hotel rooms where some showered and got ready for a night out while others took naps.

you were nervous about alex bringing up the whole dream thing again so you practically ran to the room and hopped in the shower. this time, your shower was quick as you wanted to eat and nap after being in the sun for so many hours.

you saw that alex was also eating and watching tv.

you began to multitask between eating and applying a little bit of makeup so that you didn’t have to rush when you woke up.

the two of you ate in silence and soon alex got up to shower.

you finished off your food and decided to dim the lights for your nap. it took you a few minutes to fall asleep but once you did, you fell into a deep slumber.

alex also decided he wanted to nap and so he got into bed next to you after his shower.

“y/n? are you awake?” he asked quietly

no answer

alex sighed and leaned over to kiss your forehead as lightly as possible. and with that, you both were asleep.

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the air was filled with children laughing, spanish music, and the sound of roller coaster rides. there were so many decorations and pretty lights all around you.

you smiled as you looked around and took in the moment. your friends were people you loved and were so eternally grateful for.

“guys! over here!” tina smiled and waved us over

we played a bunch of games together and it got super competitive at some point. then we kinda paired off and rode some rides.

you got on a few with tina and it was overall just so much fun.

before heading to the bonfire, we all decided to get on the ferris wheel. we lined up and everyone gave each other strange glances, almost giggling to each other.

“next!”

you sat down and one of them shoved alex up and you realized that they planned this. you sigh annoyed but let him sit next to you anyways.

alex was also not so happy about being stuck with you on such a slow and romantic ride.

it was quiet for the first few minutes and you blurted out what had been weighing on you for a long time.

“why do you hate me?”

“um.. what?” alex said a bit dumbfounded

“i just want to understand what made you hate me… i mean, when we first met i was nice to you and you were immediately cold towards me. ever since then i just returned that energy but, why? what made you so hateful towards me?”

“y/n, i—”

“please alex… just tell me and i promise i won’t bother you ever again. i just really need to know” you looked down at my hands in my lap

“it’s pretty obvious y/n” alex said in an annoyed, almost angry tone

“well then maybe i’m just blind… please?” you beg, your eyes tearing up a bit, your heart feeling heavy as you knew your friends really just wanted you two to get along, i mean that was obvious

“let’s just say… my reasons are personal, okay?!” he raised his voice at you

you choked out a little sob as it was all so overwhelming

“i want t-to get off this r-ride!” you sniffled and tried desperately to hold in your cries

“hey, hey i’m sorry.. y/n i really am sorry. please don’t cry” he held your face gently in his hands and you looked into his eyes, tears streaming down your face

“okay, the truth is… i never liked you because well i didn’t want you to know that i actually have um feelings for you… you’re way out of my league and you never look at me in that way yet you flirt with legit any guy you meet! i mean, cmon, am i not enough?!”

you began to sob once again, using your hands to cover your face. suddenly, alex leaned forward and hugged you.

it took you a few seconds but you hugged him back tightly and continued to cry

“shh, im sorry. its just a touchy subject for me. ive never been one of those guys who had girls flocking to them… if anything i always chase girls but i always feel like im not enough..”

you look up at him and wipe your tears. you nod, listening to what he’s saying. just as you were about to reply, the ride stopped.

“come on, let’s talk some more about this at the beach bonfire” you get off first and offer him a hand to get off

you held one anothers hands until alex awkwardly let go. the two of you walked in silence as you tried to come up with a response to his insecurities.

“i think you’re enough, alex… i honestly think you’re more than enough for anyone.”

“really?” he looked at you with hopeful eyes

“really. and um… about last night… i was having some uh inappropriate dreams of y-you and im really sorry if it made you uncomfortable, i totally understand” you ramble and see alex smile softly

“i know.. you said my name… what exactly were we doing in your dream?” he teased you, still smiling

“i was uh.. y-you were… i don’t know, okay?!” you huffed feeling a bit nervous

“i need a shot if we really are going to get into this” you said, sighing a bit

alex agreed and the two of you took one shot together, then two, and then three.

you felt really warm inside and almost giddy at your confession that you had cooking up in your head

“we had sex!” you practically yelled and the people around you turned to look at you. all you could do was smile sheepishly

“come on, let’s talk over here” alex said as he took you by the hand and lead you to a more secluded and darker area on the beach

“sorry about that.. im a bit nervous” you laughed uncomfortably

“it’s okay.. i already knew what we were doing in your dream. i just wanted you to admit it” he smirked and you couldn’t help but gasp and smack his arm

“you’re embarrassing me on purpose, you ass!”

alex leaned forward and pushed you against a nearby tree

“if you want.. i can admit something so that you’re not the only one feeling embarrassed”

“okay..?” you asked, curious about what he was going to say

“you were moaning my fucking name in your sleep last night y/n.. you don’t know how badly i wanted you to wake up with my tongue buried deep inside you.. you’re such a fucking tease” he said as he looked into your eyes and you almost moaned at his words

“you… i… what?” your jaw dropped at his colorful words, you immediately felt heat rush to your lower half

“y/n, i never really hated you. i hated that i couldn’t be with you. and my god you just love to be a tease. you always wear such tiny revealing clothes. do you do that for yourself or for me? tell me y/n, how often do you have dreams of me fucking you, hmm sweetheart?” he chuckled in your ear huskily

“i always dream of you fucking me senseless alex.. i hate the shit out of you but i guess my pussy doesn’t, she’s so wet for you right now.. can i show you?” you didnt even bother waiting for his response as you grabbed his hand and slipped it underneath your dress, moving your panties aside as you guided his fingers between your wet folds

“jesus fucking christ… you really are wet..” alex groaned as he moved his fingers closer to your entrance, teasing your quivering hole gently before quickly plunging in two fingers

you moaned incredibly loudly at the feeling of him inside of you and immediately, alex used his other hand to cover your mouth. he looked around and saw that a few people looked around curiously. finding it amusing, he laughed.

you inhale his scent before kissing him gently.

the two of you kissed for practically ten whole minutes without stopping.

you then start to suck on the skin beneath his ear and lower on his neck

“mmm, que rica mami” he whined as you continued to lick and bite his skin

“fuck.. we can’t do this here you fucking slut, let’s go” he grabbed your hand harshly, leading you to your friends

“hey guys, y/n had a bit too much too drink and i think i’m going to take her to the hotel before she passes out here. see you all tomorrow!” alex said hurriedly and rushed you away from the beach

the two of you said nothing as alex pulled you to the hotel as fast as he could

the second you made it to your room, alex locked the door and pulled off your soaked underwear. he walked you back and onto the bed as he said,

“you’re such a tease y/n. i uh.. i know we just made up and we barely talked about liking each other but is it okay if i uh made love to you?”

you nodded and smiled at how cute he was for asking you

alex then pushed you back and crawled over you

immediately, he spread your legs and licked your wetness with groans of pleasure

your eyes rolled back as he slipped two fingers inside of you, curling into the perfect spot. he drew patterns on your throbbing clit with his tongue.

“oh fuck, yes give it to me please!” you screamed out as he curled his fingers so so deep inside of you

your hands pulled on his hair as he ate your pussy like a starved man

“alexis… oh alex, you feel so good!”

you were grinding deliciously onto his fingers and tongue. he sped up his pace and you saw stars as you climax with a loud scream of his name. alex smiled into your pussy as he slowed down and soon stopped altogether. he pulled away and got up as you caught your breath.

“be back” he said quietly

you couldn’t help but slip your hand into your panties and touch yourself at the thought of alex who was about to fuck you.

“oh fuck.. mmmf” you whimpered as the wet sounds of your fingers rubbing your pussy filled the room

alex went to retrieve a towel and a condom from his things.

“here hermosa, let me clean you—”

you were completely naked and touching yourself.

it would be a lie to say that alex didn’t spring a hard on from the sight of you and the words you were saying.

“god y/n, you’re such a needy little girl aren’t you? here sweet girl, put this on me so i can fuck you senseless” alex handed you the condom as he laid down on the bed

you threw the condom to the floor and tugged off his pants and climbed on top of him. you placed the tip of his cock at your entrance, enjoying the sting of his size.

alex was whimpering loudly. you bottomed out and it felt like nothing you’d ever felt before. you steadied yourself with your hands on his chest and knees to the bed as you began to move.

alex gasped as you did so, watching the way your breasts moved with every move you made.

“you’re so so tight.. ugh so fucking good mami” he groaned as his hips jerked up into you

you bounced on him at a quicker pace and moaned loudly, not being able to contain yourself. you started to slow when your knees started getting tired. alex grabbed your ass and held you as he started to thrust into you like his life depended on it.

“alex… you’re so so big… please stretch my pussy” you whined as his pace increased

one of his hands made his way to your clit and your pleasure intensified.

“right there! don’t you fucking stop!” you panted and moaned sinfully

“cum for me y/n, be a good girl” alex demanded

“im so close… ugh! breed me daddy! i want to feel your cum dripping out of me, please!” you practically screamed

“oh i’ll breed you baby, i’ll fuck my cum into your sweet tight pussy” alex panted

your pussy tightened around him and he sped up as you came with lewd words spilling from your mouth

a few more thrusts and his warm seed filled up your tired cunt

you tiredly got off of him and laid down next to him

“what do we tell the others?” you asked breathlessly

alex simply laughed

“we don’t have to worry about that just yet. for now, i just really want to fuck you again, if that’s okay i mean” alex said a little nervously to which you laughed at

“oh shut up, this time you do the work my knees are fucking killing me” you said

“okay sweetheart, you just lie back and let me do all the work” he said sweetly as he crawled below you and kissed up your thighs

let’s just say, your friends definitely heard you guys make up all night long.

#alex quackity #alexis quackity #quackity #quackity x reader

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randofics · 9 months

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Hey i was wondering can you make some smut story with Ironhide he's my bbg and its hurts my soul bcs there is almost nothing about him.

Feel free to refuse and btw i really like your writing keep going you doing amazing. ❤️❤️

This took way longer than I thought it would. I hope it's to your liking, Anon! Gotta give our boy Hide some love.

Ironhide x reader 18+

You were one of Sam's only friends at school. You both were strictly platonic, the two of you expressing your interests in other people rather than each other. That also meant you knew everything about each other. So when he started acting weird around you and his parents, you knew something was up.

One day, he arrived at school in an old 77 camaro. That was the day everything in your life changed for better or for worse.

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Meeting the bots had been stressful, to say the least. Optimus was definitely the tallest of the group, but ironhide stood out to you. Being their weapons specialist, he helped modify their cannons and any other weaponry they had.

When you first met him, he'd pointed his cannons in your face. You'd yelped in surprise but quickly retaliated by pulling your own pistol, aiming at one of his eyes.

"You feelin' lucky punk."

"I'll shoot you in the eye. I swear to all that's good and holy."

"Ironhide."

"I'm kidding. I just wanted to show em my cannons."

"Simple weapons etiquette for ya big guy. DON'T AIM AT ANYTHING YOU ARENT GOING TO SHOOT!" You had a fury on your face that somewhat startled him. Evidently, he'd struck a nerve that had been on a hair trigger. You breathed heavily as your heart raced in your chest.

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The fight in the city had been extremely frightening for you. At one point, you'd been separated from everyone. You chose to hide amongst the rubble to stay out of their way.

You would've just slowed them down anyway as you had no real role to play in the fight. Essentially, you were just some civilian who knew of the bots and nothing more. Luck, however, wasn't on your side that day.

A deception spotted you, and as you ran from him, he scooped you up in his claws. He held you extremely tight, leaving bruises on your skin. Through the chaos, you spotted the silver and black autobot fighting another decepticon several yards away. You screamed his name as loud as you could, catching his attention.

He dispatched the con with a cannon blast to the face before sprinting towards you. Transforming, he weaved through the debris littered street and used a slab of concrete as a ramp flying into the air and slamming into the cons chest. They lost their grip on you, and you flew through the air.

Closing your eyes, you waited for the impact. In mid-air, he caught you in a servo, rolling across the asphalt and landing on a knee. He transformed around you, and you now sat in his driver's seat.

"Buckle up!" You scrambled for his seatbelt, clicking it into the lock. His tires screech and engine roars as he speeds off down the street. You grip the sides of his leather seat, nails digging into the material.

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Afterward, you were exhausted and decided to stay with ironhide for the drive back to base. You were out within minutes of hitting the highway, laying your head against his passenger side window. His holoform was necessary for security reasons, so you'd swapped seats. While you slept, his gaze flitted to you occasionally, keeping watch over you.

You were pretty for a human and definitely a fire cracker when you wanted to be, but he kinda liked that about you. He also felt the urge to protect you from anything that may harm you. Sure, you were tough, but he couldn't help how he felt.

When he rolled over the speed bumps at the base gates, you stirred awake. He could tell you were still tense from the fight with how alert you became, so he tried to calm your nerves a bit. "Hey, we're on friendly grounds now. You're safe with me." You nodded, letting out a tired sigh and trying to relax into his seat.

Pulling into the hangar with the others, he parks next to Bumblebee. Sam and Mikaela step out stretching and yawning. Col. Lennox opened your door, stepping up on the running board. After a quick debriefing from him, he guided you to a small room with a bed for the night in a separate building. Other than the bed, the room was lightly furnished, most likely for the soldiers on base.

After the colonel left, thinking the days events over, you tried to get back to sleep, but something was stopping you. A knock on the door startled you out of your thoughts. Opening it, you were greeted with ironhide's holoform.

"May I come in?" You allow him inside, closing the door behind him. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to check on ya." He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck looking anywhere but at you. You give him a small smile, wrapping him in a hug. "Thank you, Ironhide." He wraps his arms around you, returning the hug. "Having any trouble sleeping?"

"Yeah, a bit." He nods, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "C'mere." You sit beside him, the bed creaking under your weight. His arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. "You're safe here. Nothing can get to you, and I won't let anything either." You sigh, closing your eyes and resting your head against his chest. "If you want, I can stay till you fall asleep."

"I'd like that." He stands motioning for you to lay down. Once you're settled in, he slips under the blanket and pulls you against him. Eventually, your breathing slows, and he kisses the top of your head, slipping out of bed and de-materializing from the room.

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The next morning, you wake and feel the space next to you for his warm body, but he's no longer there. Sitting up, you whipe your eyes to clear your vision, looking around the sunshine lit room. You get dressed and head to the hangar, expecting to see all the bots parked inside or walking around. Instead, it's just Rachet, Jazz, Sam, and Mikaela with Col. Lennox and some other base staff.

"Where's Ironhide and Optimus?" Jazz kneels down to your level. "They went on morning patrol."

"When will they be back?"

"Probably in another hour." He notices your slight disappointed expression. "Why? You missing Ironhide or something?" His teasing makes you stutter. "I.. I don't know what you're talking about." He let's out a laugh. "Sure you don't."

The little exchange catches Sam's attention, and he walks over to talk to you. "What was that about?" There's a slight blush on your face that he doesn't notice, but Mikaela does. "Oooh, does somebody have a crush?"

"No, I don't!" Your blush darkened at her comment. "Gasp! Did something happen between you two last night?" Sam looks between you both confused. "Am I missing something?"

"I saw Ironhide's holoform outside her door last night, but I never heard him leave." Sam's eyes widen, and a big grin forms on his lips. "Wait did you two...?"

Your whole face turns red as a tomato at his insinuation. "What!? NO!!" He puts his hands up in surrender. "Ok, I believe you."

"So what did you do?" Mikaela is completely invested in your explanation at this point. "He just.. he stayed with me till I fell asleep."

"Aw, that's so sweet of him!" Bee butts into the conversation. "He's in love with you."

"No, he isn't, Bee! He was just being nice, is all." Just then, you hear the familiar rumble of truck engines and the hangar doors open. Jazz hopped off the shipping container he was sitting on to greet them. "Back so soon?"

"It's pretty quiet out right now."

"Indeed, there isn't much activity, nor do I expect any for a while." Ironhide kneels down in front of you. "Did you sleep well?" A bashful blush crosses your face. "Ye-yeah, thank you, Ironhide."

"Please just call me Hide." You shoot him a sweet smile, and he gives you a soft one of his own in return. He transforms again in front of you and pops open his passenger side door. His holoform fizzling into existence in the driver's seat. "There's not much going on right now, so I thought we could take a drive if you wanted?"

Bumblebee interrupted with slightly suggestive music. "Stop that Bumblebee. I'd love to, Hide." You step up I to his cab buckling up. He shuts the door behind you and takes off out the hangar. There's an awkward silence as he leaves the base driving out onto the open road. Eventually, he pipes up to ask you a question. "So what was that about?" You blush, looking away from him.

"They found out about last night." He quirks a brow. "What about it?" You clear your throat. "They thought that we... you know... "

"That we what?"

"You know... had xxx."

"Oh... ahem.. I can see why they would think that. I did stay for a while last night." He grips the wheel tighter, and his leg starts to bounce. You immediately notice his change in demeanor. A burst of courage overcomes you, and you lean over the center console, placing your hand on his jaw as he's trying to watch the road and giving him a peck on his cheek.

"What.. what was that for?" Bashfully, you smile at him. "That's a thank you for saving me yesterday and helping me sleep."

"No need to. It's what I signed up for when I landed on this planet."

"Well, I wanted to." He takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and giving it a few pecks. When he slows and turns onto a forested dirt road, you look at him confused. He parks under a shade tree and turns in his seat to face you. "About what you said earlier. I wouldn't have been opposed to it if you'd asked." His grin has you beet red. "C'mere." He leans over the console just like you had and cups your face in his large hand, pulling you in for a kiss.

It's slow and relaxed, building gradually. You blindly unbuckle the seatbelt to get closer, tangling your fingers in his hair. He pulls away for a moment, his seat sliding back as far as possible and reclining. He pats his lap, beckoning you over.

You clamber over the console and straddle his lap, letting his hands land on your waist, pulling you against him, and your lips connect again.

Your hands snake around his shoulders as your tongue dances with his. He shivers when your nails lightly scratch his scalp. You can feel his fingertips brush the skin of your back as they slip under your shirt. The heat pooling in your abdomen drives your hips to grind down on him, the both of you letting out a pleasured sound.

He tugs your shirt up to slip it over your head with your assistance, eyes admiring the flesh that encompasses your body completely. To him, it's alien. He's so used to hard plates and tough cables that he can only stare at you. "What is it, Hide?"

"I.. I apologize it's just that I'm so used to what my kind looks like that I didn't even consider what you would look like without that clothing on."

You blush red again. "Oh, I guess I am different in that sense. I.. hadn't thought about that."

"Do you want to go any further with this?"

"Yes, I'd love to."

"Good."

He leaned up to your ear, whispering something in cybertronian that you had no chance of understanding. Nonetheless, it sent a shiver down your spine. His lips brushed your neck, making you sigh and close your eyes as his hands roamed your body. He let out a purring sound that definitely wasn't human as he kissed your soft skin. Another roll of your hips made him groan.

You unhooked your bra, tossing it with your shirt. Pressing your chest against his, you let your hands wander, feeling the muscles ripple under your fingertips as you trailed them down south. He sucks in a breath when you touch the tent in his pants. You can feel that he's a good size.

You're looking him in the eyes as you touch him, letting him see your expressions change. He notices slight shock and then something he can't figure out. Your eyes dilate half lidded, and you grin darkly up at him. You slip back into the passenger seat, pushing down your pants and underwear. "Take off your shirt."

He obliges, and as soon as it's off, you're back in his lap. Again, he has to admire your body now completely naked atop him. You, too, admire his torso and the v down to the prize you so badly craved now. Giving him a quick kiss, you undo his pants gently, pulling him out of the slit in his underwear.

Looking down at his member swollen and twitching, you lick your lips. "It's gonna be a tight fit, big guy. Think you can handle it?"

"Is that a challenge?"

"No more like a warning for what's about to happen."

"I think I'll be fine."

Knowing better, you decide to keep this round gentle unless you decide otherwise. "Ok, let's get started then, cowboy." You give him a devilish grin before sitting fully on his lap. His member sliding between your folds. He lets out a hiss at the contact, letting you slowly rock your hips. Your arousal lubricating him.

You close your eyes, letting out a soft moan. Leaning down with your hands on his chest, you place gentle pecks down his neck, all the while still rocking your hips. His hands grip your love handles, trying to anchor himself as you pleasure him.

A sudden buck of his hips makes his tip barely pierce through your entrance. You yelp in surprise, breaking through the fog of pleasure in his processor for a moment. He looks down to where he's pressed into you, then back up to gauge your expression. "Why did you stop?"

"That startled me is all." His brows furrow and expiramentaly he pulls down on your hips. His tip pierces you, and your jaw falls slack at the intense feeling. He hisses and curses in cybertronian as he pushes you down on him, further splitting you open. It's a tad painful, but it's a good pain.

You can feel that you're not quite to the hilt yet, so you relax your muscles as much as possible to let him slide inside. He helps with another buck of his hips, finally hitting inside you. You lay against him with your arms round his neck, taking a small break and letting yourself get used to him.

Your insides are incredibly warm and soft around him with your muscles gently massaging his length as you lay against him. He grips your rear, pulling out of you just a bit before thrusting back in. It sends a bolt of pleasure up your spine and a soft sound tumbles from your lips. He does it again with another response from you.

Without even waiting for you to sit up, he starts to move more. Pulling out further before plunging back in. The sounds escaping your throat spur him on.

Meanwhile, you're enjoying this just as much as he is. His grunts and groans of pleasure make your core spasm around him. Pressing your lips to his, you passionately kiss him moaning into his mouth as his thrusts hit harder. You can feel the coil in your abdomen twisting as your muscles grip him tight.

He can feel your insides trying to pull him impossibly closer. He can feel something inside him building threatening to pop at any moment.

Your cries of his name make something switch inside him. Roughly, he grips your hips as he pounds up into you. He lets out a possessive growl as he holds you closer.

You can feel yourself on the edge just a bit further, and your coil will snap. His teeth in the junction of your neck as he growls again tips you over. Your core grips him hard, trying to pull his release from him. You tense in his arms as he sits up, tilting you back in his lap. One hand on your hip, the other on your shoulder pushing you down as hard as possible on him as he finally releases inside you.

He snorts with exertion as he tries to stuff himself inside you as deep as possible. Your eyes roll back as the hot ropes of blue fluid flood your womb. You could only describe the feeling as pure ecstasy.

After a minute, you felt his lips against your neck again as he gently kissed you. You let out a long content moan as you relaxed in his embrace. His member slowly slipped free from you, making you both hiss at the overstimulation. The moment was all too short, but you knew he had more work at base, so you got dressed after cleaning up, and he started on the drive back.

"That felt amazing, y/n. Thank you for letting me experience that with you."

Placing a peck on his dashboard, you let out a yawn. "Did I make you tired?" "A bit. I may take a nap when we get back."

"I'd say it's much deserved after that workout."

You let out a snort in amusement.

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After he parked, you gingerly stepped down to the cement, a tad sore from your previous activity. Sam and Mikaela jogged over to greet you. She immediately noticed the marks on your flesh and started questioning you. "What happened to you?" She knew the answer, but she wanted you to say it. Sam, as usual, was kinda clueless. "I'm not gonna say it, Mikaela."

"What's happening?" She sighs in exasperation before whispering in his ear. His eyes widen, and he stutters in disbelief. "He was a tad rougher than I was expecting." You flick his window, giving him a playful glare.

"You know you enjoyed it, darling." Blushing red, you roll your eyes leaning against his door. Bumblebee walks over, also taking notice of your marked skin and pokes fun at you through his radio. Another yawn takes you back to your plan from earlier. "Ok guys, I'm going to take a nap. Come get me if you need me." As you walk away, you blow a kiss at the black Topkick who flashes his lights at you in return.

When you lay down in bed after changing and using the restroom, sleep comes to you quickly. You dose off peacefully.

#fanfic #transformers fanfiction #transformers x reader #tf bayverse #ironhide #ironhide x reader #smut #ask #request #18+ only

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Description :Part 1 - Part 2- part 3..To be continued.

Summery: Where a girl from New Zealand goes to brooklyn to live with her Auntie and Uncle, mets a brooklyn boy with secrets and a voice like honey with pretty hazel green eyes.

Where a brooklyn boy mets a girl from New Zealand with an accent he's never heard before, who he can't seem to forget.

The start of the most unlikely relationship between two people starts to bloom, between a brooklyn boy who's just a little misunderstood.

And a Polynesian girl struggling to find who she is in the concrete jungle of NYC so far from home.

Will this relationship bloom or stay untouched? Maybe we should let fate take the lead for this one.

Fic summary: slow burn, obvious to flirting, a little bit of angst, romance, revenge, anger.

WARNINGS ⚠️: Horrible attempts at slang, Horrible attempts at Spanish, Swearing, Weapons, Gore, Drugs, Alcohol, Mature themes, Spelling mistakes.

Be warned terrible attempt at slang for miles and Spanish, but we do be trying 🥲, this is literally my first time at trying out writing a fic and trying to finsh it too, so feed back would be nice and any ideas you may have ill take into consideration too!

Also I will be leaving little hints on what the chapters are about using small poems or quotes, so be sure to read those. It'll be a little insider on what (Y/N)'s past maybe even about Miles too, and even a little hint on what the chapter could potentially bring in the future 👀

chapter 1: Bumpin' into a stanger.

"Two souls don't find each other by simple accident" -Unknown

"Ion want to hurt you ma" he said to me his forearm against the wall next to my head as he caged me between him and the wall.

But I couldn't make out his face, it was to dark on this street, the nearest street light was to far away to give me even a slightest glimpse his face hidden in the shadows.

The only thing I could make out where his lips. They looked so soft and plump.

"Who said I'd let you?" I couldn't help but fire back as my heart pounded in my chest, and I was sure if he leaned in any closer he'd hear it.

He chuckled softly, the sound like liqud honey, but also slightly deep and so undeniably fucking attractive "you ain't got no idea who I am, do you mamas?"

"What?" I said confused, my head tilted back to look up at him even though I couldn't see his face. my hands felt sweaty and clamy as I rubbed them against my upper thighs against my jeans to wipe it away.

He kissed his teeth as he huffed a little amused "Fuck, Chica" he said smoothly his voice touched by an accent.

Spanish, I think? I wasn't sure, couldn't bring myself to pay attention, now with how he moved just a little closer, now pressed up against me.

And jesus, did that voice have my knees weak and threatening to give out under me.

"qué me estás haciendo" he mumbled leaning in closer to me and my pluse quickened my breath hitching as his lips got closer to mine.

I held my breath as his lips brushed against-

"Y/N GET THE FUCK UP YOUR GONNA BE LATE" a voice yelled, snapping me out of my dream.

My eyes shot open in fright, I shot up in bed but well ended up tangled in my sheets and tumbled out of the bed "Fuck!" I cursed as I hit the ground and I groaned.

"Well what are you waiting for young lady, get up. ka tohe koe i tenei reiti." Came my Auntie Lily's voice from the kitchen as she grumbled to herself.

My Auntie Lily's like me, she's from new Zealand too, but ended up moving to brooklyn after she met my uncle and fell in love with him.

My auntie lily has beautiful long black wavey hair hair that stops mid back, light brown skin, and dark brown eyes. And still even in her mid-thirtys she's still very beautiful.

I heard the sound of shuffling feet filled the apartment of everyone wide awake and getting ready for the Day.

I groaned from where I lay on the floor in a tangle of blankets my cheek squished against the carpet, I lay there for a few minutes before I pushed myself up and untangled myself from the blankets.

"Fuckin' mornings" I grumbled under my breath as I sluggishly made my way to the bathroom I was thankful I had in the bedroom my Auntie let my have.

The room was still plain and empty of decorations seeing as I only just got to America two days ago, and well its only been two days since I've been in new york, so I was still getting used to things here.

I made it into my bathroom and sighed running a hand through my messy hair and looked up in the bathroom mirror and grimaced a little, because well I'd seen better days for sure.

I had dark bags under my eyes, my skin looked a little oily and kinda dry in some places as I rubbed my finger tips over my skin to get a better feel, seeing as I didn't get to do my skincare before I left to get on a plane here to New York, and well fuck the 16 hour flight I had to take here and the stuffy plane filled with assholes.

And well having to get used to an 18 hour time difference was hard too, but slowly and surely I was getting used to it but not as fast as I needed too seeing as I had only been here for about two weeks.

I thought rolling my eyes to myself, then I glanced at my piercings I had and hummed in thought, thinking of the last time I cleaned them.

I had a septum piercing nothing fancy just a sliver one, then snake bites on both sides of my bottom lip and yet again nothing fancy just plain old silver seeing as I could never get the right lip rings for them, either to big, to small or just not comfortable, course I had a tongue piercing but that was just an impulse decision to get it, a plain old sliver bar with red and white stripped balls on each end.

And finally I had both my first and second lobes pierced, for my first lobe it was just a plain old sliver hoop with safety-pins hanging from them, because I remembered reading somewhere that they meant something like being a trusting person always here to listen and help so I thought why not and added them, then for the second lobe was a sliver stud shaped like a small Angel wing with a little white crystal in the center, a gift from auntie Lily for my 18th last year.

And I grimaced as I ran a hand through my hair, it felt greasy and sweaty seeing as I didn't get to wash it for the past few days being tired and trying to adjust to being in such a new place, and well it didn't look any better either and was in some need of some good TLC.

With a slow deep sigh I turned on the shower to warm leaving it to warm up as I walled into my room over to my drawers to get some clothes and underwear.

I pulled out a fair of black cargos, and a black halter crop top I had cause it was right there and I didn't want to go digging for any other shirt feeling to lazily to look for something different.

I pulled out a pair of black ankle socks and threw them on my bed to put on after my shower, then a plain pair of black panties and a bra to match nothing fancy, along with throwing a black oversized varsity jacket I had with red accents on it, onto my bed too.

Before I moved off to the bathroom with my clothes to wash up, and get my day started even though I wanted to crawl into bed and die.

(About 30 minutes later)

I walked out of my bathroom feeling fresh and brand knew after washing up, doing my skincare, and putting some products in my hair and clipping it back in a messyish bun to keep my damp hair out of my face, but still I had a few stray hairs framing my face and curling gently against my cheek.

I slipped my socks on then my old warn black Nikes with white accents, i so happened to buy myself back home after going on a day out with my sisters, I'm our small town, cause why not and I needed some new shoes and by looking at these ones I'd need to get some new shoes later on too.

I quickly swiped on some of my vanilla oil perfume putting some just below my ears, then my collarbones and then finally my wrists before setting it down, slipping on my jacket then my cross body bay I got on sale it was a small black Nike cross body bag with about four different pockets.

the one right on the front of the bag had about three different lip balms in it, the one right on the back and some cash and my credit card in it, and on the inside it had my portable charger and a small charger cord in it for both my phone and well my earbuds, the other little pocket didn't really have much in it on the inside just my apartment keys and some lose change I had.

I didn't forget to slip my phone into my back pocket while putting my JBL earbuds in my bag too after taking the earbuds out of the case.

Bought them myself when they were on sale, cause I had a Job back home, made decent money too, got paid 25 an hour just to clean some rooms on the weekend or even ever school was out, I always put half of what I had away in my savings and the rest I kept for myself to spend on what I wanted or needed.

And as I walked out of my room I swiped on some coconut lip bam cause my lips felt dry, as I started to walk for the door, after shoving it back into the front pocket of my bag.

"I'm off! Bye Auntie!" I called out to my Auntie as I slipped out the door.

"Bye have a good day!" I heard her call out after me as I slipped out the door, putting my ear buds in my ears, and tapping the side of the right one once to press play as the song 'Baby by me by 50 cent and Ne-yo' filled my ears as I walked down the apartment hallway.

down the stairs and then finally the apartment building and down the street to get my schedule from the new school I was starting in a few days, but first I was having a little meeting with the principal so he could show me around first.

~Have a baby, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire~

I hummed along under my breath as I walked down the street hands in my jacket pockets as I walked, bobbing my head a little to the beat of the music as it played in my ears blocking out the sounds of the city around me.

Taking in the sights around me cause I haven't actually stopped to take the time too really look at everything, all I really knew what this was Brooklyn, a little run down but still in its own way beautiful, graffiti here and there on the sides of buildings, a few old looking stores, people going about there day, and well a few shady people lurking around alleyways, but I knew better then to look at them so I didn't.

But the people here had spirit for sure, I could here the mix of New York/ Brooklyn slang, home cooked meals being made, the sounds of people taking even over the sound of music in my ears, the mix of American and Latin culture being thrown around with Spanish too, a language I didn't quite understand but was still beautiful nonetheless, the beautiful blends of skin tones ranging from dark mahogany skin to light skinned brown with a few pale skin tones and tanned.

~Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire~

I stopped at a crossing as I pulled a hand from my pocket to press the button on the pole to the traffic lights before stuffing it back in my pocket, waiting for the red light to turn green.

~I don't play no games (I don't play no games, so when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang), come see what I mean (see what I mean), see what I mean, ow (See what I mean)~

Once the light turned green I walked across the crossing with a few others, dodging out of the way of people almost brushing against me cause they weren't looking where they were going and I did not want them touching me.

Personal preference really, I wasn't overly fond of being touched. Never been an overly touchy person either, hug's definitely weren't my thing unless I was close enough to you to be comfortable hugging you. Then again it took me nearly four to five years being comfortable to hug my own friends back home. But like I said it was personal preference.

I kept walking feeling glad I had gone with my Auntie when she had first signed me up for my new school, and that new school was brooklyns Visions Academy I was lucky enough to get into. I know you've got to be well really smart to get in and I wasn't exactly the smartest, but they started up an art program I managed to get a scholarship for to be able to join the school I think so far I was one part of the first ten students to get the art program school.

But most of all I was glad I went with her on that car ride to the school because I was so anxious and paranoid I was gonna forget the way to school, that I had before hand set up the directions on my phone incase I did forget the way there, or maybe I was just overthinking making myself anxious and paranoid.

And I had tried my hardest to memorise the way there and back home too....yeah I'm definitely just overthinking again, a very bad habit of mine I couldn't shake off.

~Said lil' mama put me on (baby put me on), bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone), come see what I mean ( see what I mean), see what I mean (see what I mean), come see what I mean, come on~

I walked down two more streets before turning a corner and spotting the school up a head with students lingering outside or making there way into the school as I walked up to it.

I took a deep breath in and tried to shake off my social anxiety as I got nearer to the stairs leading up to the school.

"That's a lot of people outside" I muttered to myself, but I cleared my throat and tried to ignore the lingering feeling of anxiety prickly at my skin.

I made it up to the stairs of the school and walking up them and passed people as I walked through the school doors ignoring there stares, and if there where whispers I was glad I couldn't hear them over the music in my ears blocking out all noise, forcing myself to focus on the music then the stares burning themselves into my back as I clenched my fists in the pockets of my jacket.

~first it's her neck, yeah then her back, yeah I'm a freak, I get into all that, girl I perform for ya, like a porno star, 'til you had enough, then I just need a little bit more~

I was lost in thought and the music playing its up beat tune in my ears a much needed distraction from my anxiety as I hummed along lowly under my breath as I looked down at my feet as I shuffled down the schools hallway to the principals office, having memorised the way there the first time I was here.

Weaving through people and trying my damn hardest not to bump into anyone, or get in anyone's way as I slid past a group of people just standing in the hallway talking to each other, a group of girls not really caring they where in the way of others getting to there lockers and trying there hardest to balance books in there arms as they headed to class a little early .

And seeing as I wasn't looking up or paying much attention being to busy daydreaming as I weaved through and around people, I manged to walk into someone, bumping into a hard chest.

'Good job (Y\L), did the one thing you were literally trying not to do'

And I winched in embrassment as I pulled away tugging an earbud from my ear and shoving it in my pocket "Shit I'm so sorry" I apologised to the person infront of me I had just walked into.

~I don't play no games (I don't play no games), so when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang), come see what I mean (see what I mean), see what I mean, ow (See what I mean)~

~Said lil' mama put me on (baby put me on), bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone), come see what I mean ( see what I mean), see what I mean (see what I mean), come see what I mean, come see what i mean~

I glanced up to see who I bumped into, another apology on my tongue, but it died when I got a look at the guy infront of me, but that felt wrong to call him a guy or even a boy, cause he looked like a man and held himself like one too, like someone who had to grow up just a little to fast making him so much more mature for his age then others.

He had dark skin but not to dark skin it was like the perfect mix between milk chocolate and dark chocolate somewhere just in between, he had barely noticeable freckles I could only just see being so close to him dotting his nose bridge and cheeks, his features where soft yet sharp in some places making him look more mature then he should for his age but he still had that soft boyish look under the stoic expression on his face, his lips looked soft and plump if not just a tiny bit chapped.

His hair which looked like he had 4B textured hair in dense coils was braided back, in two braids down the back of his head and only just brushing past his shoulders, a hairstyle that suited him but I could tell by the way his hair was just slightly frizzy and looking like his hair may have grown out just a bit, he was in need of a touch up.

he was taller then me thats for sure, I was 5ft6 and he looked around 6ft something and towered over me so I really had to tilt my head back to look at him, sure I wasn't exactly tall, but it was clear he got his tall genes from maybe his father? Or even his mother, but I wouldn't know, this was literally the first time I'd ever met him.

But what really got my attention was his eyes, they were a Hazel colour with hints of green in them but one eye his left had more green in it then the other did, but it was very subtle unless you where up close to him. His eyes reminded me of a forest the brown of the tree trunks with the green of the leaves or even moss, reminding me a little bit of home.

And for a moment I felt just a little ping of something I couldn't identify, maybe homesickness? Or maybe just missing the vast green of the forests, mountains and trees I was used to seeing. Compared to the concrete jungle that was NYC so vastly different.

He had on the Visions Academy uniform, his tie was hanging loosely from his neck like he just loosened it or just didn't bother to really out it on properly, the sleeves of his white button up rolled up to his elbows his school jacket nowhere in sight probably in his bag or even in his dorm, the dark navy blue trousers that went with the uniform fitting him quite well too.

Expect his shoes were Nike airs purple and white with black accents, that well made him stand out a little. But even then his school uniform didn't hide the fact he was lean, not just hard muscle, not lean enough to show he was always busy physically in the way of going to the gym or even maybe another kind of activity just as physical for him to keep his figure just right, not to much muscle, but not quite just skinny being just bones and all, it was a perfect balance in between the both of them.

"It's aight ma, don't sweat it" he said, his voice was deep but not to deep, and the way his words rolled off his tongue like honey and a hint of an accent I couldn't really place at the moment with music still playing in my ear, and the noise of students walking around us.

He had a hand on my waist having set it there when I had bumped into him, a reflex probably to make sure either he didn't fall over or to make sure I didn't ass over either.

His hand on the bare skin of my waist peeking out just under my crop top, his hands felt rough calloused just enough so it was clear he did hands on physical work but not to rough to the point it felt like the skin on his palms were gonna scratch my skin, it was a strangely pleasant feeling feeling the rough skin on my own.

And for a moment that threw me off, I hadn't ever liked someone's touch before, not even my own mothers. So for the fact I didn't mind his touch, that this feeling wasn't like the usual feeling I got when someone touched me. That it didn't feel like my skin was crawling and making me physically uncomfortable....was strange, so very, very strange to me.

I blinked a little in surprise, 'Ma? Well that's a new one' I thought to myself before I shook it off and cleared my throat stepping back away from him shoving my hands back in my pockets.

"Sorry again, I should have paid more attention" I said to the mystery man in front of me with a small awkwardly apologetic smile.

'Jesus I feel fucking awkward as hell right now, get a grip (Y/N) stop being a little bitch'

"Mm, ain't nothin' ma, just look where you goin' next time" He sounding almost a little amused, but if he was I couldn't tell over the rising anxiousness and awkwardness as he looked down at me as he seemingly shurgged off the situation, his hand fell from my waist dropping back to his side.

"Uh yeah, I'll remember that" I said a little awkwardly cause well I wasn't a people person and clearly didn't get out much to be standing here trying to have a normal conversation.

"Well I better get going, have a good day, and sorry again for bumping into you" I said to him automatically falling into a more polite tone, one that had been drilled into me for years back home by my parents, family and everyone I basically knew.To always been polite unless given a reason not to be polite to them, just like I was told to be respectful, until they didn't have the right to earn such respect for me if they couldn't give it back in return.

AI stepped away with a small smile and a nod to the man I bumped into as I started to walk away.

"See you 'round ma" he called out to me as he watched me leave, as I continued to walk down the hallway to the principals office, taking my earbuds from my pocket and shoving it back in my ear as I walked just a little faster away from him, feeling so goddamned embarrassed and awkward.

(Miles's POV)

Miles watched as the girl who had bumped onto him apologised one last time so politely making him almost, almost crack a genuine smile for the first time in along while, even told him to have a good day before she left and he couldn't help but be amused by that.

And a small smirk tugged at his lips as he watched her walk away, his eyes trailing over her from her hair clearly damp from a shower clipped back messily to the clothes she wore.

Black varsity jacket with red accents on the collar and chuffs of the sleeves, black cargos that hugged her lower body just right, he paused for a moment to look at her ass, as she walked, and yeah those cargo's definitely hugged her just right.

She had an accent too, one he didn't recognise, but it sounded like a mix of two completely different accents that seemed to blend so easily together when she spoke, her voice wasn't like the other girls voices in this school.

Coming out a tad soft and like honey when words fell from her pierced lips and slightly high pitched from embarrassment and being a tad awkward.

But what he noticed the most was how when she spoke her two uniquely blended accents just come out more pronounced with certain words as she spoke, sometimes sounding more like the other the blended together.

But it was clear she wasn't from Brooklyn not with that accent and the way she acted either, but the biggest give away was how jetlagged she still looked, along with her features that looked unique, unique in the way that showed where ever she was from she was a perfect blend of two cultures, and that was enough for him to know she was new to his city.

She was also not bad looking either, she had pretty (E/C) eyes, a pretty little body too softly curved in the right places. He remembered too how soft her skin felt against his rough palm, the tingling feeling it left behind on his palm from were his hand had been on her waist.and unconsciously he clenched and unclenched the hand that had touched her soft skin.

But he also remembered the smell of her perfume once he got a whif of it when she had been just inches from him, it smelt like vanilla and something softer, something sweet kinda like marshmallows. it wasnt strong like most perfumes that stung his nose and over powering his nose with the harsh smell of someone drowning themselves in there perfume. it was soft and subtle, Not over powering the soft scent of coconut sticking to her skin mixing in so well with the vanilla.

Miles turned around and walked off to his Spanish class his backpack slung lazily over his shoulder "Interesting" he muttered to himself under his breath as he kept walking, a barely visible smirk on his lips as he walked shoving his hands in his pockets, as he lazily strolled to class.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

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Hope you enjoyed that let me know of there's any spelling mistakes 🙃

Translations: qué me estás haciendo = What are you doing to me?

ka tohe koe i tenei reiti = Your gonna be late at this rate

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tgmsunmontue · 2 months

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Come on baby light my fire… 1/2

Hangster. 3k. Explicit. Apartment fire alarm at 1am featuring Jake in his underwear and Bradley with kittens.

His eyes open immediately, the sound of alarms drilled into him that he wakes instantly, body already rolling out of bed before he’s even consciously thought to do so.

Holy shit.

Fire.

He moves on auto pilot, Hilary’s instructions playing in his head, grab the carrier, put the kittens inside. They’re likely to hide under the couch from the loud sounds. He grabs the apartment keys, pulls on the robe hanging on the back of Hilary’s door and shoves the keys into the pocket; remembering her strict instructions to not forget keys because otherwise he’d be locked out and severely fucked.

Keys. Check. Now onto the kittens.

Of course he can’t see them anywhere.

Fuck.

It’s been over a minute already, and even if it’s just a false alarm all his senses are blaring at him to get out get out get out.

She had said to put his own safety first but he has to at least try to coax the kittens out. He grabs the treat bag and rustles it, staring intently at the dark space under the sofa. Sees one little pink nose pop out and he knows if he gets one out then the other will follow. Sure enough one scampers over to him, followed immediately by the other and he scoops them both up, one in each hand, popping them into the carrier and quickly zipping it shut, but not before dropping in a treat each and pocketing the rest of the bag.

There’s immediately high-pitched meows of indignation but he ignores them, double checks the keys in the robe pocket, grabs his phone and wallet and then gaps it for the stairs. He takes the steps down quickly, seven flights easy work considering the fitness level he has to maintain as a fighter pilot and he steps outside, follows the flow of people to what he assumes is the building assembly point. Everyone looks pretty disgruntled to be awake, and he’s not the only one with a pet-carrier, and there are still people coming out of the eight-floor building.

He’s grateful it’s not fucking winter, his bare feet bad enough, but at least he’s wearing sleep pants and tank, although he probably could have done without grabbing the thin satin bathrobe off the back of Hilary’s door. It’s bright pink, a fact he hadn’t computed in his rushed and panicked state, nor the fact that it’s far too tight across his shoulders and on his arms. He is however not the worst off, there’s a guy in nothing but his underwear, although if a guy is going to stand around in his underwear Bradley’s glad that they look like that. Jesus he’s got a body on him. Pretty like in a magazine.

Of course, because his life is shit, the guy catches him looking (staring), quirks an eyebrow and Bradley flushes but doesn’t look away. Then he mentally throws his shoulders back, picks up the carrier and walks over.

“You want the tank or the robe?”

“Not going to offer me your pants?”

“I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I think other people might.”

“Shame. I’m actually okay. I run hot.”

“I bet you do.”

He can’t believe he’s standing in the street, middle of the night, two kittens in a carrier at his feet, hitting-on and being hit-on by one of the hottest guys he’s ever seen.

“Name’s Jake.”

“Bradley. Nice to meet you Jake.”

“Likewise. So, you had to find these two before making your own escape huh?”

“Well, Oreo and Cracker weren’t quite up to the job of rescuing me. They’re easily bribed though…”

“Cute…” Jake says, but he’s looking at Bradley rather than the kittens and he flushes, can’t believe this guy is being so blatantly interested in him and then he realizes he’s just a guy right now. Albeit a guy wearing a pink satin bathrobe with two kittens in a carrier but yeah, okay, that probably makes some people assume things, and they’d probably be wrong, but he’s not going to correct Jake. He’s not in uniform, people aren’t going to assume he’s straight. Jake might be assuming he’s gay, but Bradley is an out and proud bisexual, even if he has to come out repeatedly every time someone conveniently forgets.

“Lucky you don’t need cute animals to make you look attractive…” Bradley offers.

“Trust me honey, neither do you…”

Firetrucks arrive then and they shuffle off to the side, watch along with the hundred or so other people as they enter the building. There aren’t any flames, so he’s hopeful that it is indeed a false alarm and he’ll soon be reunited with the bed. Although he doesn’t mind the company he’s made, Jake’s back and ass looking pretty fucking spectacular as he crouches down to wiggle his fingers at the kittens.

“All clear! Okay everyone, you can go back in… All clear! Just a false alarm…”

There’s a general grumbling but Bradley’s too used to training for fires with the use of multiple alarms to ever begrudge having to practice something like this as a civilian in his downtime. It feels so quietly mundane for people to not simply be grateful that it is a false alarm, that they aren’t all suddenly homeless and watching the building turn to ashes. He shakes his head, pulls the keys from the robe pocket and Jake is staring at him, eyes wide like he’s seen a ghost.

“What?”

“Fuck. Fuck.”

“What?” Bradley repeats, becoming more concerned at the increasing agitation on Jake’s face.

“I don’t have a key.”

“You didn’t think about getting back in?”

“No!” Jake snaps and then winces at his own tone. “Sorry. Fire drills are drilled into me pretty hard, you drop everything and get the fuck out.”

“Yeah, that’s fair. I probably would have been the same if I hadn’t had to stop and coerce these guys out…” he says, trying to make Jake feel like less of an idiot. He scratches his jaw. “Look, you want to, uh, come back and crash at my place?”

He doesn’t want to mention it’s not actually his place. That’s more likely to make Jake refuse. And he means it as a genuine offer, it’s the middle of the night, hours away from likely finding someone to help him get into his own apartment.

“No ulterior motives?”

“No. You can just crash on the sofa.”

“And if I want there to be ulterior motives?”

Bradley catches his eye and the look is serious now, intense.

“Yeah… that could, that could be arranged. Sure.”

“Lead the way.”

… … …

He pushes open the door to the apartment and feels awkward, the easy banter from before gone in the mundane walk up the stairs, not willing to wait in the queue for the elevator. He’d felt Jake behind him the entire way, and now they’re standing there just looking at each other, the cat carrier between them a

“I can just sleep on the sofa,” Jake offers, his eyes soft and it unfreezes something in him, his head immediately shaking.

“No, it’s fine…”

“I don’t usually do this…”

“Me either. I have… nothing.”

“Shit. Okay, well, we’ll work with what we’ve got. Hands and spit and get a little messy with that I guess… I’m a prepared boy scout in my apartment though. Just for the record.”

“Not prepared enough to not be locked out…” Bradley replies, and he relaxes a little more, the light teasing making him feel that level of playful flirty-ness they’d had earlier.

“Yeah yeah. Come on, let your little prisoners out…”

Of course Orea and Cracker want to leave the carrier just as much as they wanted to go into it, so he carefully lays it on the side, leaving the zippered top open to the room. Soon enough they’re scrambling out and making beelines for the food, water and litter box, sniffing around like it’s an entirely new environment.

“You know, you’re considerably over dressed here…”

“You’re welcome to do something about that.”

“Mmm…”

Then Jake’s kissing him, lips soft as he pushes the robe off his shoulders and it falls to the ground with a thunk, his wallet and phone reminding him of their presence. He pulls back, quickly grabs them and sets them on the little table by the door and goes back to Jake who’s watching him with amusement before he steps back into Bradley’s space, a hand going to his waist, one finger slipping under the band and he lets his own hands rest on Jake, so much skin already uncovered.

“You’re right, you do run hot…”

“Uh huh… means I can keep you warm if you get cold.”

“Don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” Bradley murmurs, because his body is heating up with every brush of Jake’s fingers, and he lets him pull his tank over his head. Hears the faint very nice murmured under Jake’s breath and feels a lick of arousal go through him that Jake likes what he sees. Then his pants are being pushed down, fingers wrapping around his cock and giving it a quick stroke and he pushes into it.

“You weren’t lying, you really didn’t have anything underneath…”

“Why would I lie?”

“Because you liked the view?”

“I did like the view,” Bradley says. “Still do.”

“Not bad from where I’m standin’ either… This place have a shower?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Hmm. Just thinking… Two birds, one stone. Maybe three birds. We use the shower, then cleanup is easy, and there’s usually a handy variety of body washes we could use as lube…”

“They’re not proper lube…”

“If you’re trying to tell me you’ve never jerked off in a shower using body wash to glide the way I’ll know you’re a big fat liar.”

Bradley nods, shrugs, concedes the point, starts moving them to the bathroom, because it’s an apartment, it’s not any further than the bedroom. He’s going to have to buy Hilary the biggest fucking gift basket. He reaches and turns the water on, grabs a couple more towels and then wraps his arm around Jake’s waist, runs his hand over the front of his underwear, feels the firm erection twitch against his hand. Kisses him again then hooks fingers in the elastic and carefully pulls his underwear down and goes to his knees at the same time.

“Jesus Christ you’re a sight…”

“Good one I hope…”

“Fuck yes…”

He licks up the length of Jake’s cock, nuzzles and licks at his balls, doesn’t comment on the very closely cropped hair. Then he licks his lips, gathers saliva, and wets his mouth, then in one smooth move sucks Jake down, reminding himself to breathe through his nose. It’s been a while since he’s done this, but he has always considered himself decently proficient. He knows how to not choke and gag at least.

“Fuck.”

He digs his fingers into the flesh of Jake’s thighs, he’s not going to be able to do this long, doesn’t intend to, only until the shower is warmed up, his knees are not a fan of the hard tiles. He bobs his head, sucks and moves his tongue against the head in twirling pressure before going back down. Jake’s running fingers through his hair, gentle, like he’s patting him and it’s nice and he hums in appreciation, which apparently feels good judging from the groan Jake makes.

He stands, keeps his hands on Jake’s body, grabs at warm flesh and kisses a path up his body then they’re both stepping under the spray, kissing, hands moving on each other now. Bradley likes this look on him, hair darker when wet, water running down his body, eyes dark and intent on Bradley and he grins and then lets Jake press against him, turns him to face the wall so he's tucked behind him, hand reaching around to stroke his cock where it’s hard between his legs.

“Thighs together, nice and tight… going to slide my dick between them.”

Oh yeah, he can get into that.

He sucks in a deep breath, braces an arm against the cold tile of the shower wall, glad that the shower is big enough for this. Fingers slick with something that smells like tropical flowers run between his ass cheeks and thighs and he groans, pushes back; feels the press of Jake’s body against him as his hard cock slides over Bradley’s ass. He moans, can’t remember the last time he had a shower with someone. Probably his last girlfriend, before she decided that no boyfriend was better than a boyfriend that was never there.

He’d forgotten how good it felt, to have someone’s hands on him, accompanied with warm water, the soapy slide. Yeah, it definitely helps ease the way, Jake’s fingers soaping up the skin between his thighs and as Jake presses his cock between them in one smooth push he lets out another long slow hum of appreciation.

“Fuck yes…”

“Mmm. Yeah. You feel good…”

Jake’s rolling his hips in a smooth grind, rhythmic as he runs his hands over Bradley’s back and sides, his hand coming round to brush too-soft like a tease on Bradley’s cock. It’s not fast enough or hard enough, but the pace increases in slow increments, and he can feel the tension in Jake growing like his own. Building up and closer and closer. The water is starting to feel cooler against his skin, but there’s still plenty of steam so he figures his skin is just getting hotter, his cock harder, skin tighter. Thighs trembling with the effort of keeping them tightly clenched together. Jake’s fingers are tight on his hips, he’s going to have bruises and he groans at the thought.

Jake’s body starts to move faster against him, and he imagines what it’d feel like to get fucked like this, he’d like to find out, maybe in the morning he can go and find supplies while they figure out Jake’s whole key thing… His vision goes black and he realizes he’s closed his eyes at the feel of Jake’s hand closing around his cock, grasp firm and moving with one objective and Bradley lets himself surge toward it.

“More. Come on Jake, please, need more… come on.”

“Yeah yeah…”

There’s a couple more minutes, nothing but the sound of slick wet flesh and the air in their lungs coming in pants, adding to the sticky heat of the shower. He places his hand over Jake’s, takes over so Jake can chase his own pleasure and it doesn’t take him long, the sound and feel of Jake against him, making his orgasm hit fast and he groans, leg muscles twitching and fuck he hopes Jake is close, because he’s going to go boneless any second. He apparently really fucking needed that.

“Oh shit…”

He feels Jake shaking against him, feels his come against his balls and on his thighs before it’s rinsed away by the water and he slowly lets his leg muscles relax as Jake pulls away, although his hands are all over him, as is his mouth. They both seem to come down and it’s soft and slow, hands washing gently and they’re both a little giggly as they also attempt at towel drying each other. Bradley is feeling really fucking tired, the time of night suddenly slamming into him double-time with the assist of the orgasm.

“Fuck… that was great. Sleep now though right? It’s what? Two? Three?”

“Yeah. Somewhere between there. Close enough. Sleep sounds good. Come on, you look like you’ll make an excellent cuddler.”

“No mention of taking the sofa now huh?”

“Oh no, I’m going to keep you warm all night…”

“Good, I look forward to it. You want to borrow anything, my bags just over there…”

“I’m good for now thanks. Sleep.”

“Yeah, okay. Sleep.”

PART TWO (Featuring six potential endings)

------------- THE POSSIBLE ENDINGS -----------

In all following scenarios Jake has left in the morning prior to Bradley waking wearing borrowed clothes of Bradley’s (and because he's an idiot and should have just waited for Bradley to wake up, but Jake's going to go and try catch Javy as he heads to the gym...).

Jake leaves in the morning but texts himself from Bradley’s phone so he already has a number. No angst, they’re boyfriends now.

Jake finds Bradley’s phone dead so leaves a written message. Kittens rip it up and Bradley never finds it. They both assume the worst. Bad sad pining idiots. (Or this but then followed by either C or D).

Upon not hearing from Bradley Jake returns to apartment, finds Hilary, assumes further worst, but then Hilary is like HELL NO and gives him Bradley’s number. They realize message leaving was thwarted by Oreo and Cracker, minimal angst, they’re boyfriends now.

Jake assumes it’s a one-night thing. Never hears from Bradley. Little heartbroken. Then he’s working out at the gym and wearing the old tshirt he borrowed from Bradley and then this guy is asking him where he got the tshirt… It’s Mav who is like “I recognise Goose’s old clothes that Bradley has been so attached to, why TF is this stranger wearing it?” So Mav takes Jake home and is all like “Bradley! I have something for you!”

#Hangster #Sereshaw #writing and wrangling woes #Top Gun Maverick fanfic #come on baby light my fire

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cookieswithay · 4 months

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"The happy feelings club!"

🧡Ichigo x Orihime🧡 Ichihime fic

💝Episode 2: Yasutora Sado! (More like Chad!) Ep. 1🧡

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• Orihime's pov!

• Beep! Beep! Beep!

• ...Huh?

• I opened my eyes and rubbed them a bit. What time is it?

• Beep! Beep! Beep!

• Better yet...what day is it? I grabbed my phone and pressed the power button.

• "Thursday."

• Thursday...a school day! Ah! I gotta get ready! I (almost) fell out of my bed and scrambled around my room. There's so much to do! Breakfast, clothes, my hair! Oh! And where's my bow!? I can't leave without it, Sora bought for me! And it's so pretty-

• 💭Orihime.

• I stopped in my tracks. My brain was suddenly full of moving pictures from yesterday...that guy. ...Ichigo. Ichigo Kurosaki. I get to see him again today. I wonder...if he wants to see me too. Did I make a good first impression? Or...was I too much again..?

• My door suddenly opened.

• "Orihime! Are you awake?"

• "I made breakfast alre-"

• Eep! I jumped and covered my chest.

• "Sora! I'm getting dressed!"

• "Leave!"

• My brother covered his eyes and shut the door. That...was scary and a close one. I should really lock my door more often. Or ask Sora to knock more. But, he usually does-

• 💭Meow.

• Oh yeah, the kitty! I hope Mr. Shunshi found it a good home. Or maybe it's living at his house.

• Wait...

• The guy who saved the kitty...

• He was really tall and reminded me of that one cupcake I ate.

• ...

• I wonder who he is.

🧡🏵🌼🍊(Intro song)🧃☄🧩🧸🧡

• "Morning, Orihime!"

• "Morning, Mrs. Suzuki!"

• Everyone always is so nice in the mornings. The street rules are followed. The dogs are lively. And the birds actually let me take pictures of them! Hopefully, I have enough memory in my camera this time.

• "Orihime!"

• I turned around. It was Tatsuki! I waved back.

• "Hiiii!"

• She caught up to me and pinched my cheek. And that really hurt!

• "Why didn't you wait for me?"

• "I told you I was gonna be late."

• Oh yeah. She did, didn't she? I blinked back tears.

• "I was waiting! But then, I saw a pigeon and I followed it!"

• Tatsuki sighed and let me go. I rubbed my cheek. ...Was that bad? She pushed her hair back. She always does that.

• "Oh well."

• "I caught up to you now."

• She slung her arm over my shoulders.

• "Now show me that pigeon you took a picture of."

• Oh yeah! The pigeon!

🧡

• Ichigo's POV!

• This desk is making my face really cold, but it's better than interacting with my class. Haha, they think I'm sick. (And, trouble. Cause my hair) Although, I'm sure I can't keep up this flimsy facade, at least it'll hold me for awhile. Maybe I'll even trick Keigo and Muzuiro. ...Probably just Keigo.

• Wait a second...

• I can hear myself breathe. Why's it so quiet all of a sudden. I raised my head.

• Hey...

• "Is this class 2-B?"

• (I had to guess the class, the internet was useless!)

• It's that guy again. The one who saved the cat the other day. He goes here? Everyone looked too scared to say anything, so I stood up. Losers.

• "Yeah, you got the right place."

• He looked at me.

• "Thank you."

• He said. Everyone freaked even more when he fully walked in. A few one 'em looked like they might even pass out. And this guy is completely oblivious. I "coughed" and pointed to the empty seat next to me. I hope this guy gets the hint. He strikes me as someone's who slow on the uptake- Oh, nevermind. He's coming.

• ...Goddamn, he's tall. The moment this guy sat down, I was...intimidated? No, not intimidated...overwhelmed. He's HUGE. His hair covers his eyes and he's tan. He's probably not from here. And if I get crap for just my hair, this guy probably has loads of problems.

• ...

• Do I wanna be friends with this guy-?

• "Ichigo!"

• I looked through the door. It's Orihime! Kensei won't be back for a hot second... Maybe I can just say hi. (Keigo said it too, but I drowned him out.)

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• Orihime's POV!

• I tried not to laugh as Ichigo "walked" towards me.

• (He tripped over someone's backpack and his friend was tugging on him🤭)

• He eventually got out of the classroom and leaned on the door.

• "Good morning, Orihime."

• I smiled and bowed down. All my hair falling with it.

• "Good morning, Ichigo."

• He cleared his throat and looked off. ...Do I have breakfast on my face?

• "Do you want something or are you just saying hi?"

• That's...a good question. I...don't have a reason. I just spotted his orange tuft of hair and spoke to him before I could even think about it.

• So, I shrugged. And that made Ichigo laugh.

• "Ah-em."

• Oh yeah...Tatsuki's still here. How embarrassing.

• "Since when do you two know each other?"

• Wait, Tatsuki's knows Ichigo? Since when? Did she always know him or did they become pals here?

• "I'm the new member of the 'happy feelings club'."

• Oh, he's gonna explain.

• "I'm sure Orihime told you all about the cat situation."

• Tatsuki sighed.

• "She sure did. She called me the moment she got home."

• As they talked, I looked through the window of class 2-B. Huh? Most of the girls in this class are the ones that say they'll come to the HP club, but don't. ...It's the kitty saver again!

• That gives me an idea..!

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• Ichigo's POV!

• "Ichigo, be more careful, you moron."

• Tatsuki sighed, crossing her arms.

• "You would've died, if Orihime didn't come along."

• "I know."

• I already got the 'be safe' careful speech from Yuzu yesterday. (Mr. Shunsui gave my old man a call about what happened.)

• "Ichigo! Ichigo!"

• I looked down. Orihime's on my arm. She's making the "lean down" motion too. So I did.

• "Can you do me a favor?"

• She "whispered." I nodded.

• "Sure, what is it?"

• She looked back at my classroom.

• "Can you ask him to join our club?"

• Huh? I looked up.

• "Who?"

• The ginger pointed at the new guy who's sitting next to me now. Mm...that might be tough. Not only did I only say 2 words to 'im, I don't know if we can trust him yet. He seems quiet, but I've been duped before.

• "Are you sure?"

• Orihime nodded.

• "He's a good person, I sure of it.

• Okay...um...

• "I'll have a answer for you after school, okay?"

• She smiled. Whew, it's okay.

• "Well, the bell's gonna ring soon so..."

• Orihime let go of my arm and stood next to Tatsuki again.

• "Bye, Ichigo. I'll see you later!"

• I chuckled and waved. Tatsuki nodded to me too. I watched them off, thinking.

• ...

• How the hell am I convince that guy to join the happy feelings club!?

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• Sometime later...

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• Chad's POV!

• I think Ichigo wants to be friends with me. (I saw his name on his folder earlier.) All day, he's been asking questions and just staring. I don't mind, I guess. I think he might be doing it for his girlfriend though. I saw them chatting in the hallway earlier. And right now, Ichigo's following me. Or is he grabbing the volley balls too?

• ...

• This is getting awkward.

• "Uh, Ichigo."

• He looked up.

• "Do you need something?"

• He looked away. ...I thought so.

• "Y'know, you don't have to hang around me out of pity."

• "I have friends that don't go to this school."

• I hope I didn't come of as rude but... This isn't the first time this has happened. I just want to end it before he does.

• ...

• I don't hear anymore footsteps. Guess I got my point across.

• "Hey."

• I turned around.

• "I'm not talking to you out of pity."

• ...

• "I genuinely want to be your friend."

• He walked past me and grabbed a ball.

• "Whether you want to be friends with me is your choice."

• "But just know,"

• Ichigo held the ball up to me.

• "I'm choosing you to be on my team for the game."

• I didn't say anything, but I nodded. I'm...I'm okay with this.

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• Orihime's POV!

• "Alright, Orihime! You're up to bat!"

• Tatsuki shouted. We girls have baseball for p.e. today! West girls against East girls! (Our school is split into two. It has a interesting reason but, I can't remember.)

• I gripped the bat tightly. Loly's pitching. If I don't hit the ball at the right time, it'll hit my breast! Or my throat, or stomach, or somewhere else painful. But, me and Tatsuki have been practicing. I'll...be okay.

• "You got this Orihime!"

• (Chizuru cheered.)

• "Good luck!"

• (Michina)

• "Hit the winning point!"

• (Machana)

• My friends are cheering me on. I can't miss the ball now. I took a breath and stared in Loly's pink eyes.

• I can do this.

• The ball flew.

• I swung.

• And..!

• "Oof!"

• A volleyball hit me in the face instead? I fell one my butt, a little dazed.

• "Orihime!"

• Is my nose bleeding? Or is that...it's probably blood. Someone pulled me up to my feet.

• "Who the hell did that!?"

• "I'll give the most painful and slow death ever!"

• It was Tatsuki. (And the other bit was Chizuru.)

• I was leaned against her shoulder. My nose doesn't hurt anymore. So, I should probably save whoever's facing Tatsuki's wrath. I stood up straight.

• "Tatsuki, it's okay. I'm fine-"

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• Ichigo's POV!

• Shit!

• I moved Tatsuki out of the way. And stretched forward. I won't forgive myself if Orihime falls!

• I missed her by a second.

• Dammit!

• Whoosh!

• I saw Chad's hand grab hers.

• (So, I named the guy cause I don't know what's on his birth certificate. Sue me.)

• "Sorry about the ball."

• He said, oddly calm. He always is, but this was a serious adrenaline rush. My chest actually hurts. Orihime looked down. I nearly saw spirals in her eyes.

• "I'm...a-okay!"

• Whew, at least she sounds okay. Hold on-

• "Whoa, you're nose is bleeding."

• Like ALOT. Damn, how hard did I spike the ball? (...Really hard. Ikaku kept taunting me.)

• She stood up and wiped her nose.

• "Ah. No, Orihime. You'll get blood on your arm."

• I said, using my own shirt to wipe nose.

• "What's going on over here?"

• Dammit, it's Coach Zaraki. All the girls (except Tatsuki) hid behind Chad. I swallowed hard. Guess I'll explain.

• "We, uh, accidentally hit Inoue here with our volleyball."

• "So, we're just apologizing."

• Zaraki narrowed his eyes at me and then looked at Orihime. And he cupped her face with one hand. I flinched. That's not hurting her, is it?

• "Hmm..."

• The blood trickled on his hand.

• "You're fine, child. Just get some napkins and get back to baseball when you're done."

• "Got it?"

• Orihime nodded. And he turned around. FINALLY, he's leaving-

• I felt a big hand on my shoulder. Dammit, I spoke too soon!

• "You can go with her, but in exchange,"

• "You're coming to the ring tomorrow."

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• Orihime's POV!

• Uhh...Ichigo looks scared! Is Coach Zaraki telling him something scary!?

• I felt a tap.

• I looked back. The cupcake guy wanted something. Oh, and he has a tissue. I took it and blew.

• "You're Orihime, right?"

• I nodded. I am but...how does he know? We just met now.

• "I saw your flyer and Ichigo brought you up."

• He did?

• "Was it nice things?"

• I did NOT mean to say that outloud.

• "Uh-huh."

• No details. Okay then...

• "Ichigo told me you need new members."

• "Do I have to bring something to the table?"

• I gasped and almost cheered! But, I covered my mouth and took a deep breath.

• "Just bring anything that makes you happy."

• He remained quiet and nodded. I think I saw a little smile though! (And a brown eye too!) He picked up the ball and walked away.

• ...

• Aw, bean sprouts! I forgot to ask his name! Ichigo popped back up next time me.

• "Okay, I grabbed a hell ton of napkins and-"

• "Oh, you already got one."

• He looked around.

• "Chad went back?"

• I nodded. (That's his name?)

• We walked to the fence and I used a few more napkins.

• "Did...he say anything to you?"

• I smiled.

• "Yeah! I think we got a new member of the club!"

• "High five!"

• Ichigo chuckled and put his hand on mine. (It wasn't hard like a normal high five though.)

• I sighed. A new friend and a new member.

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• "Bye, Orihime. See you tomorrow."

• "Bye, Michina!"

• I gotta round up my things quickly. Sora's picking me up today. And I have to babysit Nel. Plus, I'm getting really really hungry, since I lost my lunch earlier. I picked up my satchel and zipped out if my classroom.

• (Not before leaving my finished assignment on Mr. Jushiro's desk. And a candy bar too. Can't let his blood sugar go down.)

• "Excuse me!"

• I dashed through the hallway. Once I get in the car, I'll test Tatsuki that I'm getting home safely-

• Once again, I slammed into something. But, this time it was a back. A tall-ish one.

• "I'm sorry. I should've been more careful!"

• I saw GLASSES next me. Oh my goodness, I bump them hard!

• The person (turns out a boy) picked up the glasses and put them back on. Huh? He has band aids on his fingers.

• "Be more careful next time."

• And he walked away. Hm. I stood up and dusted my skirt off. Sora's probably waiting-

• Hold on a sec. I bent down.

• It was a keychain. With a beautiful little doll on it. I looked at the bustling hallway. Was this the glasses boy's doll?

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(Tag list time: @elyonholic, @o0o0thorn0o0o, @ichihimelover1503, @ichinoue, @takibikaen, @usoppsstar)

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This accidentally longer than the first episode, but I hope everyone enjoyed this! And the intro music. I...wish I fleshed this episode out more, but I have good plans for the next episode! So please, stay tuned and warm😎)

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#bleach #happy feelings club #episode 2 #second episode #ichigo kurosaki #orihime inoue #chad yasutora #school #ichigo x orihime #ichihime #part 2 #feeling weird #hopefully this spreads #i hope you like it #have a happy new year #stay cool #big announcement

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lightlyblooming · 2 years

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Saved

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: The reader gets injured and Natasha is there to help.

Words: 405

A/N: This is just something short I wrote in an hour. The last four days have been quite busy for me. I went to my first pride parade today and I'm pretty darn exhausted, but I wanted to get something out.

The stench of smoke and gunpowder filled the air, accented with a cacophony of screams and the crushing sound of buildings falling apart.

Pieces of crumbled brick and rock dug into your knees as you got onto the ground, your hands braced on your knees. You moaned, rocking, as you tried to control the pain that burned through your body. It was unlike anything you had experienced. The pain went beyond any broken bone or wound.

Cuts and scrapes peppered your body, accompanying the occasional bullet wound or deep slash. You did what you could to stop the bleeding, but your mind was blinded by the searing pain. Your mind was too faraway to pay attention to the battlefield around you, let alone gather enough attention to mend your wounds so that you didn’t bleed out. Making it out alive would be a miracle. You just had to keep breathing.

And that’s what you did for what felt like forever.

People ran past you, trying to get away from the otherworldly beings that chased them. Those aliens sped past you, but they never took notice. Nobody did. Everyone left you alone, treating you like you were one of the dozens of already-dead people that littered the streets.

You might as well have been.

You had lost so much blood that you were put in a state of perpetual confusion. You were so lightheaded and dizzy that you could hardly tell up from down. Your muscles were so weak and fatigued that you were sure you’d crumble if you so much as moved a finger.

Then someone knelt before you, putting pressure and hasty bandages on your freely bleeding wounds.

It took you a few moments to recognize the person in front of you: Natasha. Your dear friend. The one person you had always been able to rely on. Her hands were fast and efficient as she got you patched up. She was saying something, but your mind was too clouded to make sense of the hum of her voice.

You tried to stay present, but it became harder as the seconds passed. Besides, you were fine now. Natasha was there. She would help you and keep you safe. You didn’t have to fight so hard to keep awake.

Natasha lifted you into her arms, and you stopped fighting. You let your mind go blank and your eyes fall closed.

She would take care of you.

#natasha romanoff #marvel #natasha romanoff x reader #avengers #avengers fanfiction #avengers x reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #marvel fanfiction #black widow #marvel fanfic

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chrisdrysdale · 1 year

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The first taste

farmer!steve x farmer!fem!reader +18s only

summary: it was his first taste... it was also yours.

warnings: fluffy stuffffff, smut, virginity taking, lil smidgen of angst, dogers is steve's dog.

a/n: so yes that one Bucky fic, had actually become an AU called "Farmland sweetness" and I can't wait for you guys to read the rest!

word count: 1.6k

You have known Steve for years now, you’ve always been his favourite on the road. You first met him when he moved onto the street six years ago, he had farming experience but was completely lost on how to do it himself. He knocked into most of the men on the street but got very little help. Until he called to you, but he found it very hard to concentrate on what you were telling him because you were just too darn pretty.

You and Steve grew so much closer then, you would have picnics and dinner together, movie nights, sometimes you would go horse riding with him or even have sleepovers at his house and you would often join in on his and Bucky’s girl’s baking weekend and by join in you mean sit on the counter and steal the raw dough and batter. You and Steve had the best of moments, but then you also had the awkward ones. Like when Ari held the massive christmas party and got everyone really really really drunk and you ended up in bed with Steve with only your underwear on, but you both moved on from that….. You think

“Steeeeeevvvvveeeeeeee” you whined from his front door, banging on it hard. “Wake up!!! It’s almost midday and your chickens aren’t even out ye-”. The door swung open and a tall blonde woman stood there with the most disgusted look on her face. “Hi, is Steve awak- “You’re being loud and annoying”. You took a little bit of offence to her words and scoffed at her and pushed her out of the way before walking inside and taking a peek in the spare room, seeing the bed messy and the pillow covered in make-up. You knew it, they didn’t sleep together. You knocked on Steve’s bedroom door and walked in and sat on the edge of the bed and poked his leg gently. “Steve… steveeeee… STEVE!”. He shot up a little bit and you smiled at him. “Mornin’ piss face”. You smiled softly, before taking your sleeve and wiping the bit of red lipstick smeared on Steve’s face. He yawned softly and looked at you. “Where is she?” “Downstairs playing with Doge” He nodded and looked at you, you sat there with a little bit of a frown on your face, which Steve noticed. He picked up your chin and made him look at you. “What did she say to you?” You chuckled sadly in response. “Same again. Loud and annoying again” Steve groaned and looked at you “Well, if she’s not nice to my love then I don’t even trust her with Doge”. He dug under his pillow and handed you one of Dodgers toys. You gave it a quick squeeze and the squeak of it causing Dodger to sprint up the stairs and jump on the bed in between you and Steve. He stroked your arms and tucked some hair behind your ear. “She’s wrong and I'll make sure she’s gone soon’’ You smiled and booped his nose. “Thanks Stevie” Soon enough you heard her make her way up Steve’s old creaky staircase. Her jaw practically dropped when she saw you and Steve together. “Hey Ste-”

“Get out of my house now” he demanded, sitting up a little bit and pulling his shirt over his head and keeping you close. “What?” “You heard me, out. You be a bitch to my love, I’ll kick you out”. She picked up all her stuff and grumbled to herself as she left. Steve got up and put some sweats on. “Breakie, love?” You nodded and patted your leg as you left, getting Dodger to come with you. Steve knew exactly what you liked on your pancakes. Fresh strawberries from Jake and drizzled honey from Nat and Wanda. He served them up to you with a fresh cup of coffee. You felt bad, maybe she could have been the one if you didn’t fuck it up. Steve sat down beside you and stroked your arm, he knew exactly what you were thinking. “No, love. She wasn’t the one”. “Maybe I should stop coming here.. Maybe you’ll find the o-”. Once Steve had worked out what you were about to say, he instantly grabbed the side of your face and kissed you passionately. The taste of the strawberries and honey, still sweet on your lips. When he pulled away, he kept his hands on your cheeks, gently brushing his thumb over the blush forming on your face. “W-w-why did you do that?”. You asked him, your voice stuttering from the shock. “Because I’m not gonna find the one.. I already have her”. You smiled and teared up, looking down at the ground before kissing him softly. He smiled as you pulled away. “Wanna stay with me properly tonight?”. He asked, gently stroking your legs. You nodded and smiled before Steve helped you stand. “Go pack.. I’ll be here” You sprinted home, smiling and squealing the whole time you were packing before running back to Steve’s.

You spend most of the day out on the farmyard, helping Steve and playing around with Dodger. When it got cold, Steve gave you his hoodie and brought you inside, wheeling in his little heating and sitting you on the couch. “Warm up, baby. I’ll make us a pizza” You snuggled up with Dodger and stuck on a movie as Steve brought over the fresh pizza. Four movies later and you and Steve have finally got distracted from the tv and onto one another. You slowly leaned over to him and kissed him slowly, Steve’s tongue slipping into your mouth and fighting against yours, you ultimately letting him win. Steve grabbed onto your hips and pulled you over his lap. You whined into his mouth as he rolled your hips over his crotch. “S-steve” you moaned, causing him to stop. “I need to tell you something” you blabbed out, he looked up at you and nodded. “I- i’m a v-virgin”. Instantly Steve began to chuckle causing you to panic internally. “I’m sorry stevie! I can still be good”

Steve shook his head and looked at you. “I’m a virgin too, love”. You were a little bit shocked to find that out but you felt way more comfortable now. You smiled at Steve and he smiled back. “Why don’t we go up to the bed, we will be much more comfortable there” Steve helped you up and brought you upstairs, both of you laying on the bed. Steve rolled and hovered over you, kissing your lips and down your body gently. “Fuck sweetheart, you’re so pretty”. You panted softly as he got to the band of your sweats. “Can I, love?”. You told him yes and he pulled them down along with your panties, and he moaned softly. “You’re gorgeous” Steve began to gently run his fingers up and down your fold, running the pads of them over your clit. He might have been a virgin but he knew that before his cock went anywhere near you, you needed to be opened up. He teased your entrance with the tip of his finger making you moan loudly. He pushed more and more of his finger in until you were up to his knuckle. Steve leaned over and kissed you softly. “Doing so well for me baby”. He gently pulled his finger in and out of your burning core, making you scream in pleasure. Steve leaned down and kissed your clit softly as he pushed in another finger, stretching you out. Steve kept, pumping his fingers in and out of you, picking up speed as you clenched around him. You looked at Steve worried as the tightening sensation grew in your belly as your orgasm crept up on you. “It’s okay love.. It’s normal, jus let go”. He guided you through it. Soon you came hard around his fingers, panting as he slowed down and whining as he pulled them out. He came back up to your face and kissed you softly. “Good?” you nodded giddily and smiled. “I want more”. You blurted to him before kissing him. Steve nodded and kissed you more as he began unbuckling his pants and pulling the down with his boxers Steve hovered over you, his cock bobbing between his legs. When you looked up at him you gasped, seeing the sure size of him, you knew he was big… just not that big. He noticed your shock and stroked your leg. “We’ll get it in, baby, don’t worry”. Steve spat on his hand and little and rubbed it between both of you. Once you were both covered, Steve leaned over, resting his hand beside your head, the other one reaching down and pressing his tip against your entrance. You both moaned softly when you met, and you arched your back hard as Steve pushed in. “Oh fuck, love. You’re so tight, oh my god” He kept pushing and pushing in until he bottomed out. Steve kissed you softly and stroked your face. “You’re okay? Can I start moving?” you smiled back at him and nodded. “I’m perfect, yeah Stevie, go on”. He began to gently rock his hips back and forth, you moaned loudly and held his head, kissing him softly as he fucked you. He pulled off your lips and panted “I’m really not gonna last long, love” . You smiled and clenched around him, letting him know you’re the same. Steve goes a few more thrust before you're both coming and moaning loudly. Steve smiled at you and chuckled. “I’ll last longer soon I promise”. You laughed back and stroked his hair. “Me too” you both giggled softly and then Steve began to pull out slowly, wiping any residue with his t-shirt. He tucked you into bed once you were done, holding you close against his chest. You looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you Stevie”

He smiled back down at you. “Always and forever, love. Always and forever.” tags: @navybrat817 @christywantspizza @buckyalpine @iloveprettyboysblog @ethreal-love @nailedbymandy @captainsimagines @buckybarnesandmarvel @rogersandlightwood @sparkledfirecracker @barneswinterraven @hansensgirl @blades-and-heartbreak @runa-falls @bubblessunshinehoney @buchanansbaby

#steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rodgers fluff #steve rogers fic #chris evans #cevans #farmer!steve #farmland sweetness

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ladyofthe-springcourt · 7 months

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🥀Chapter Four: City Of Starlight⛲

(Gif Not Mine)

Summary: In need of clothing that suits her environment more, Abilene is taken out for a night out on the town. Masterlist found here

Trigger Warnings: alcohol use, verbal abuse (Mor doing Mor things)

It wasn’t until the following afternoon that Abilene realized she nearly slept for twenty-four hours. When her eyes opened, the sun had been in the same position as when she fell asleep. Like she had time skipped in a video game to the exact hour. Honestly, she was thankful the people who had taken her in decided to wait for her to wake up instead of just burying her in the back or chucking her in a river.

Her clothing had thankfully been dry when she got up, well mostly anyway. Certain parts were still damp, but overall they were wearable. Once she had slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, a man came to the door to fetch her. The same one she had spit water on last night, Cassian was his name, though it took her awhile to remember. Mentally she had dubbed him vomit boy until her mind had finally woken up completely.

Honestly though, if it wasn’t for how mortified she had felt about the whole situation, she might not have remembered his name at all.

The late lunch that followed had been, interesting, to say the least. The inner circle had been very kind to her, almost too kind. She wasn’t quite sure how to explain it, something about how they acted felt off. They were all smiles and sweet tones, but their gaze reminded her of a leopard seal waiting beneath the water’s surface. Waiting patiently for the first sign of a penguin they could latch onto and make a meal of. All and all, very unnerving.

She hadn’t even time to question the validity of everything around her. With her brain stuck in survival mode, Abilene figured she could ask questions later, when she was sure she was safer. After she figured out the food was safe, she set to observing those around, only really speaking when spoken to.

“I have an idea,” Morrigan, most commonly called Mor, spoke loud enough to get Abilene’s attention. She was rather pretty, with blonde hair and brown eyes. The most bubbly of the group, but seemingly the most fake of them. “How about we go into town to pick you up a few things, my treat of course.”

“Oh, why?”

“Well why not? A little shopping won’t be so bad.”

“And it’d help you get more acquainted with the city.” Cassian joined in. If Abilene was honest, she found the man rather intimidating. He was taller than her, but it was more about how muscular he was that scared her. She could likely take down someone taller than her, but it would be much harder to do the same with someone stronger than her. The same kind of observation went for the other men of the Inner Circle.

That little conversation was how Abilene got to where she currently was. Trailing behind Mor, Azriel, and Cassian amongst stalls full of livestock. The first of the four sections of the city, Velaris was it’s name Abilene had learned at the beginning of the tour, the city of starlight.

Truly it was fitting, with how the city began to stir awake in the last hours of daylight. Such cities, where she was from, would become mostly empty with everyone hurrying home, these streets felt like they were getting more crowded by the moment.

A cow moo’ed, and her head snapped toward the animal. The cow in question was her favorite kind, a highland with reddish brown hair that covered her eyes. Abilene stepped off the path, checking to make sure the others were still in sight before she did so. It wouldn’t do for her to lose sight of them. No matter how little she trusted them, they were all she had in this city right now.

Though that wasn’t something she wanted to focus on right then. All she wanted to think about was how beautiful Bessie (the cow) was. Abilene reached out carefully, cooing at the animal as she waited for her permission to pet her. When Bessie didn’t pull back, Abilene softly ran her fingers through Bessie’s almost silky hair. “Hello darling, aren’t you the most precious thing.” She softly scratched under Bessie’s chin, almost wishing she could take her back to the house with her.

Though she didn’t have the means to take care of Bessie, a girl could dream about living her cottagecore life.

“Abilene,” Her dream was shattered instantly by Azriel, who had come back to fetch her after the space between them had become too much.

He was the outside of the Inner Circle Abilene had gathered. The popular punk if she had to fit him into a highschool stereotype. It was weird, but for a reason she couldn’t quite place, she trusted him more for it. He was tall like the other men in the group, honestly they all looked as if they were siblings. He was just as dangerous as them too no doubt.

He had a sad air about him, but the way he carried it gave the impression that he was trying to be muted about it. Though if one looked closely enough they could see the noticeable weight on him. It was something that made him seem more vulnerable, though Abilene was sure he wouldn’t want to be seen that way.

Abilene wanted to understand him, but he wasn’t much of a talker. Something she was more then okay with, the silence between the two was a nice contrast to how chattery Cassian and Mor were.

Reluctantly, she bid Bessie goodbye before following after Azriel. It wouldn’t do for her to get lost here, she had to remind herself the moment she wanted to turn around and go back for Bessie a little longer. Misbehaving probably also wouldn’t do, that way they could get whatever they needed done quickly. The noises of the people and running water were starting to overwhelm her.

As they passed over the bridge, Abilene was able to see the sources of the running water. An ocean was visible from where she stood, the river they crossed over feeding into it. The dying light of the sun danced over the small waves that periodically rose and fell, painting their water an orange shade that reminded her of a dreamsicle.

Although pretty, she hoped they wouldn’t drag her to the beach that likely accompanied the ocean. The sand was her enemy after all, and in a city of potential foes, she wouldn’t want to deal with another one.

Cassian and Mor took the lead, chattering to each other as they led them through a new section of the city. This one with shops more so than stalls like the last had. From the few times she took her eyes from the ground, she could guess things like jewelry, and similar goods were sold here.

At some point, she turned to glance at Azriel, her eyes narrowing in on something in particular about his appearance. She had been curious about it since she first saw him, but hadn’t had the chance to ask till now. “Why do you have multiple shadows?”

His gaze shifted her way momentarily, taking a moment before answering. “I’m a shadow singer.” He said simply.

“What is a shadow singer? Can you manipulate your shadows or something?” The urge to reach out and poke them was great, but Abilene resisted. Something about the entire thing reminded her of Peter Pan and his shadow.

“It’s a type of fae, and I can manipulate them,” His words were short again, but his tone didn’t give any indication of him being annoyed by her curiosity. She at least sure hoped he wasn’t, since she had many more stored away in her mind’s vault to ask later. Perhaps she would even come up with more before then too.

“So does that mean they aren’t sentient or do they have some sentience? Like are they like us or more like a dog?”

He opened his mouth to respond to the question, but the words died in his throat when a voice from the front of their pack cut in.

“We’re here!” Mor said, stopping in front of a quaint shop. The front door and outer walls were painted similarly to the others surrounding it, in hues of blue and white. The trims were dark brown with lilacs planted in little pots beside the display window.

Inside the shop, fabrics lined walls, and dresses, suits and various other clothing were hung on racks placed sporadically throughout. The woman behind a wooden counter looked up, a smile pulling over her face. “Welcome, how may I help you today?”

Mor gestured to Abilene who stood at the back of the group. “We need to get some clothes made for the Night Court’s newest guest.”

The woman straightened her back, grabbing the measuring tape that rested beside her assortment of clothing pins. “Of course, allow me to get some measurements down, then we can begin sketching something.”

Abilene couldn’t help but begin to feel nervous. She had never been measured before, but she knew the woman was about to get very up close and personal. “What do you need me to do?”

“Just hold up your arms, and I’ll do the rest.” The woman assured her, gesturing for her to walk toward a more open area of the shop. “Come now, this won’t take very long.”

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“We’ve all gone to the stores we wanted to, perhaps you should choose one.” Mor turned to look back at Abilene. It was one of the few times she had acknowledged her in the past while. Her focus had mostly been on Cassian, and his had been on her.

Abilene turned her head up surveying the shops, none caught her eye. Or at least there were none she would be interested in going to. “Is there a book store close by?”

“Of course, just down the road and a street or two over.”

“Could we go there then?”

“Let’s stop and get a drink first, I’m parched.” Cassian gestured to a wood building nearby with a sign hanging above its door. The dark wood had a wine glass full of stars carved into its surface, very in theme given the rest of the city.

“Good idea,” Mor agreed, her crimson skirts swishing as she walked. “I was beginning to feel thirsty myself.”

They entered and took their seats at a table in the center of the room. The interior of the bar had quite a few moon motifs littered throughout, its chairs made of darkly painted wood and the tables a striking white color. Though with the blue light emitted from the wall sconces, they looked a very light shade of blue.

Once they had settled in, a worker came over to take their orders, before hurrying away to go collect what had been asked for. Mor and Cassian continued talking, and Abilene only found herself occasionally listening into the conversation.

"Didn't expect to see her in a place like this." Mor said her usual artificially sweet tone now more venomous. Abilene looked up, following her gaze to a woman sitting in a booth in the corner of the pub.

Her face looked gaunt, and her sharp features were eerily similar to Feyre's. Honestly, Abilene was willing to bet they were related, with her golden brown hair tied up into a bun above her head, and the blueish gray eyes, though hers had dark circles beneath them. There was something distant about her stare as she sat with her back straight, her eyes focusing on the book in front of her.

Her gaze flicked up, catching that of Mor's, then Cassian's. Her features were guarded. She gave no reaction, only turned back to her drink, lifting it to her lips and taking a sip.

"If it weren't for Rhy's money I don't think she would be. She's come to drink more of it I assume." Cassian sneered, and Mor laughed in response.

Abilene slipped into analyzing mode, watching the woman for a long moment and only half listening to the others. She was beautiful, icy, and enigmatic in a way.

"That's Nesta by the way." Cassian said, leaning forward on the table.

"Feyre's useless older sister." Mor's mean girl persona seemed to triple when she spoke, "a pathetic waste of space really."

"Why is she useless?" Abilene didn't trust these people, or how well they judged someone's character. However, she still wanted to know why they were coming at her with such harsh words.

“She let Feyre be the sole caretaker of their family,” Mor accepted her drink from the waitress, the repulsed edge to her gaze not fading as she kept her eyes trained on Nesta. “She let Feyre go off and hunt while she sat on her ass, even though Feyre was just a child.”

“They look like they’re around the same age though, are they not?” If Feyre had been a child when that happened, wouldn’t Nesta have been one too?

“She’s only a few years older, but it doesn’t matter.” Cassian lifted his drink to his lips. “It was a cowardly thing to do.”

Abilene gave him a skeptical look as he downed his drink. When him and Mor turned back to their earlier conversation, Abilene looked back at the woman they had been ridiculing.

She focused on the book in front of Nesta, that was her in. They key to the door of conversation. Without much word to the group at her table, (save for a little “I’ll be back” to Azriel), she approached the table where Nesta sat.

The woman seemed to sense her almost immediately, her eyes flicking up from the table to her. Her gaze narrowed, not quite cruel, but wary, calculating as she sized Abilene up.

“What’s that book, if you don’t mind me asking?” She asked her eyes moving from the woman to the leather bound item with purplish words painted on its spine. Nesta’s gaze softened a little, seemingly a little startled by the question. The shield was up, but she had lowered her sword, if only slightly.

“It’s called The Gilded Tune.” There was a soft slur to her speech. If she wasn’t already drunk, she was getting there. Which wasn’t surprising with the presence of the two empty goblets beside the half full one.

“Oh, what’s it about?” She slipped into the booth seat across from Nesta. Her feet were too sore from the day’s walking to remain standing for too long.

“A woman, with a beautiful voice being locked away so that only this Lord can hear it. His advisor takes a liking to her, and plans to help free her with the help of a scholar. It’s a romance.”

“Oh, that’s cool,” Abilene was already making a mental note to check if the bookstore had it once she had gotten there. “That sounds like something I’d read. Are you enjoying it?”

Nesta paused a moment, drinking from her goblet as the wheels in her mind turned. “Yes it’s-” Nesta fell quiet, her features sharpening as her eyes flicked to the space behind Abilene. The sword once again raised.

“Abilene,” She turned, again finding Azriel standing behind her. Cassian and Mor were already standing beside the door, disgust evident on their faces when they looked at Nesta.

“I’m coming.” She gave a dramatic sigh at the prospect of having to walk again. Even hesitating a moment before finally standing. “I hope you continue to enjoy your book. If I see you again, hopefully you can tell me how it goes.”

“If we see each other again.” She met the gaze of Cassian and Mor for only a moment before focusing back on her goblet.

Abilene hoped she would see the woman again, if not, she’d find a way. She always did.

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Dinner had been ready by the time they had returned to the town house. Abilene was so tired that she nearly plopped into the chair at the dining table. Though her fear of breaking anything had stopped her. Everything about the house screamed expensive and she definitely didn’t have the means to replace anything. Ending up in a fantasy ouran highschool situation wasn’t exactly ideal at the moment, especially not with this crowd.

“Guess who we found at the pub drinking herself to death again.” Mor lifted her glass to her lips, no doubt filled with wine like it had been at the pub. She spoke with an almost satisfied hum. As if the thought of such suffering pleased her. A grimace formed over Feyre’s face as she looked up at the blonde sitting beside Abilene.

“Nesta,” She looked annoyed, very annoyed. Rhysand who sat beside her didn’t seem in any much of a better mood.

“Bingo, honestly I’m surprised she can still make it home at night with all she drinks.” Mor sneered.

“Well it’s not her who has to worry about it,” Cassian cut in, “I’m sure the men she fucks have that covered.”

“Doesn’t she bring a new one home every night though?”

Everyone seemed halfway amused, and the other half annoyed with the mention of Nesta and her activities. Abilene wondered if their commentary had to be so obnoxious, like the popular table in a highschool lunchroom. Or at least one in a CW show.

Honestly, it made her uncomfortable, the way they all so casually insulted a woman who so obviously needed their help. It wasn’t like she had known Nesta long enough to defend her properly though. So to keep the peace (for now at least), she changed the subject.

“So what’s for dinner?”

Authors Note: I'm mad at myself for not having this out sooner, I apologize y'all right when I thought I could get it out on time life got hectic again thank you for your patience ^^

Tag List: @ladysnowmanofnoir @sage-elm14 @darkshadowqueensrule @visenlya

#ataraxia #tamlin #anti acotar #anti feysand #nesta archeon #anti inner circle

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kayadrake123 · 2 years

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Love in the Dark Tim Drake x gender neutral!reader

This is my first fanfic so don’t judge me! :) Here’s some Tim Drake angst cause honestly I don’t think I see enough of it. I hope you enjoy and please leave feedback, I’d love to hear from you guys if you liked it. ………………………………………………………………………………..

It’s been like this for months. You approach Tim about how concerning his lack of sleep is, he tells you not to worry, you get mad at him for telling you that, which then angers him.

The arguments never last long because he always has to leave for patrol. He tells you that you’re being irrational, and you respond by telling him how stupid and reckless he’s being. You end up being the one to apologise, afraid that if something bad happens on patrol you could never forgive yourself for the harsh things you said to him before he left.

‘It’s okay’ he always tells you and plants a kiss on your head. Before he leaves out your window though, he promises he’ll be better. He promises when he gets back he’ll go straight to bed. He promises you’ll never lose him.

All promises he never keeps.

You’ve seen him like this before, back when he found out Kon was alive and everyone thought Bruce was dead. His family and friends thought he was completely insane to think otherwise and they were concerned for his well-being. Dick basically fired him from being Robin and gave the title away to Damian. It got so bad that he started to block everyone out; his family, his friends and even you.

Tim changed. It was like that dark side that he kept inside of him for so long finally came out. He didn’t want to see you, told you that you meant nothing to him and stopped all contact with you completely.

It was a rough time during your relationship. It was clear that he still loved you, but he didn’t allow himself to feel those things for you. He didn’t allow himself to relax and be happy.

Slowly Tim is going back to that space again. He barely remembers to feed himself or shower. You always have to remind him. He’s more snappy than usual and has been shying away from your touches.

It worries you how cold he’s becoming. All the harsh words, cold shoulders and the distance he’s been putting between you two, although he always apologises, are starting to hurt too much. You needed to say something soon before it turns into something worse.

“Hey,”

Tim turns to look at you from his spot on the edge of the roof, his domino mask hanging on his hip. He didn’t expect you to be awake so late, but considering you also used to glide across buildings with a mask at night yourself, these early hours aren’t so out of character for you.

You’re dressed in your pyjamas, long pants but a short top. It’s obvious you’re cold, with your hands rubbing up and down your arms, but he makes no move to offer you something to warm you up. He keeps his distance.

“Hey,” he softly says back to you, before turning back to watch the cars and people on the streets.

“Are you going to come inside soon?” You inquire. It comes out as a laugh but he catches the seriousness of your words. You’re worried, he can tell. “It’s kinda cold out here, bird boy.”

He smiles a little at your nickname for him, but it disappears just as quick as it came. You didn’t just come here to tell him how cold it is. From what he saw in your stance, you’re anxious about telling him something.

“I’ll be fine,” he answers curtly. “What’s up? You wanna talk about something?” Tim has always been one to get to the point, especially when he can tell someone is stalling. He’s a man of business, and right now you’re distracting him from that same business.

“Yeah…” you breath out. Your chest feels heavy, and you’re pretty sure your hands are shaking. For some reason this conversation scares you, and it’s making it difficult for words to even exit your mouth. “Are you okay?”

Tim pauses. Definitely not the question he was expecting from you.

He nods his head slightly, his back still facing you. You walk closer to him, your bare feet touch the cold floor of your apartment building’s roof. You don’t get too close though.

“Are you sure?” You ask him.

“Do I not seem okay?” He ignores your the question. He turns to look at you with narrowed eyes.

Your breath hitches at the intensity of his eyes. You feel frozen under his harsh gaze, but you push yourself to speak again, “No. You don’t seem okay.”

He doesn’t say anything, just stares at you and waits for you to continue, which you do.

“You had a nightmare a few weeks ago, the same one you’ve been having for weeks. You woke up screaming…” You close your eyes at the memory. “You always wake up screaming. But that morning, like every other morning after a nightmare, you acted like nothing happened and got mad at me for bringing it up,”

You see him roll his shoulders a bit, an uncomfortable look passes over his face for a split second, but he quickly goes back to narrowing his eyes at you. No words leave his mouth.

“I don’t mind it cause you’re allowed to stop someone from speaking to you about something you obviously don’t want to speak about,” you shrug like it’s no big deal, but you feel tears building up in your eyes. “But then you started pulling away from me when I tried to hold you. And when you do let me touch you, it feels different. You feel far away. Your kisses don’t feel the same anymore, neither do your words. Whenever you go out, you leave me feeling like I’ve done something wrong…” you’re crying now. Each word harder to get out than the last.

Tim is looking at you differently now. His forehead is creased and he has a frown on his lips. He’s turned his attention to you completely, his previous work forgotten.

During your speech he moved closer to you, now he’s only standing a little away from you. He doesn’t touch you though because he knows when you get like this you like space to explain what you’re feeling.

“You’re so angry these days. I thought it was the lack of sleep but…” you breath in deeply and look down to your feet. For a while none of you say anything. Tim still doesn’t touch you, aware that you’re not done talking. He just waits. You move your hand to wipe away stray tears from your face, a sniffle following the action. You look back up at him, seeming to have composed yourself. “I’m worried about you Tim.”

Finally he speaks, “You don’t have to be,” his voice is low and gentle. “I told you not to worry about it babe.”

You stare at him. You blink. Once. Twice.

“Are you kidding me?” He’s starting again. Acting like everything he’s been doing lately is normal, or that it’s not a big deal. He’s trying to get you to drop it, trying to comfort you. But this isn’t about you and you have to make him see that. “Tim. Seriously, are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“What?” He’s confused.

“I just told you how weird you’ve been acting and that I’m worried about you, and you’re response to that is for me ‘not to worry about it’ ? Do you not hear yourself?”

“Well cause I don’t want you to worry! Okay? I’m fine.” He’s yelling now, which only makes your eye twitch.

“No you’re not. You just don’t want to talk about it-“

“So what if I don’t?” He’s gotten closer to your face now. The dark circles under his eyes are so evident and shows just how tired he truly is. Your face softens slightly at the sight. “You just said it’s okay for someone to stop someone else from talking about things that upset them. Why are you being so pushy about it now, huh?”

You scoff. “I’m not being pushy, I’m being concerned.”

He shakes his head, pursing his lips. “No Y/N, you’re being pushy. Like you always are.”

You feel like you’ve just been shot in the heart.

Tim is looking at you with so much annoyance and anger in his eyes that it scares you. He’s never looked at you like this before, usually a look like this is directed at some low-life scum who just attempted to stab a helpless civilian in an alley. But still, there’s something different about the look he’s giving you right now. The longer you look, you see that there’s something deeper than anger in his gaze, something darker. Something very similar to hate.

Timothy Jackson Drake is looking at you like you’re the worst thing he’s ever seen. He’s looking at you like he hates you.

He’s never looked at anyone like this before, not even Damian at the beginning of their relationship when he swore he hated the kid. He never looked at him like that because it wasn’t true, he didn’t hate Damian. And he told you that he loved you a few hours ago, so why is he looking at you like he actually hates you now?

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask him slowly, honestly too afraid of his answer.

Tim speaks again.

“It means that you always make people feel like they have to tell you what they’re feeling. Like they don’t even have a choice,” his words are still laced with anger and annoyance.

Your eyes are beginning to sting again, and you’re pretty sure you’re going to burst into tears soon. “I’m trying to help you-“

“I don’t need you to help me!” He screams in your face. Tim turns around and grips his hands into his dark hair, a sound close to a growl leaving his mouth. He walks away from you, feeling like he’s about to explode from feeling so many emotions all at once. He turns back to you and removes his hands from his hair, “I can’t be with someone who criticises my every move.”

What the fuck is he saying?

“And I can’t be with someone who makes me feel shit for trying.” You stare deep into his eyes when you say it. You want him to know that’s how you honestly feel.

Tim freezes. His faces softens from his previous scowl, like he’s just been knocked out of some trance and is only now realising what is happening.

He doesn’t say anything because he truly doesn’t know what to say.

“You’re allowed to not tell me things cause you don’t want to,” you start. “Same way I’m allowed to get upset about you keeping things from me for so long.”

Tim gulps.

“It’s been months, Tim. I’ve been talking to you about the same thing for months, and each time you’ve reacted exactly like you did just now, except you never told me how I make you feel when I ask you about it.”

You feel a tear fall onto you cheek.

“I came up here because I wanted to sort this…” you gesture between you and Tim. “Out. But honestly Tim, I think you’ve told me exactly what I needed to hear,”

His eyes widen. “Y/N…”

“I think we need space.” It’s a statement. You leave no room for Tim to argue. “You need to figure out exactly what you’re going through, and I…” you pause, not really knowing what you need. “I just can’t be around you when you’re like this Tim.”

A sob leaves your mouth and Tim moves closer to you again. “Babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like this. I…I love you,” he moves to touch your arm, but you flinch away. “Y/N…”

“I can’t do this, Tim.” You say it firmly. It takes everything in you not to give in at the hurt look on his face. His dark circles look a lot worse with his face like this. “I love you too, but I can’t.”

Neither of you say anything else.

You move towards the door you first came through when you came up here to talk to him, and all Tim does is watch you walk away. Before you walk through the door though you turn to look at him one last time.

“I’m going to bed. I think you should find somewhere else to sleep tonight.” And with that, you’re gone.

Tim doesn’t move his eyes from the door you just walked through. His mind is still trying to comprehend the fact that you just broke up with him, and it all happened in the span of less than 10 minutes.

After a while he feels something wet slip down his cheek and realises he must be crying. Tim is hit with the realisation that he’s hasn’t cried in a very long time and the feeling almost feels foreign to him. He hasn’t felt much for the past few months, except anger and numbness. He’s been too busy patrolling and working on cases instead of laying in bed with you and actually engaging in conversation. And now he can’t even change it because you just broke up with him.

“Red Robin.”

He doesn’t respond.

“Red Robin, do you read?”

Batman.

Tim sighs and moves his hand to his ear. “This is Red Robin,” he responds, his voice shallow and void of emotion.

Bruce picks up on it.

“Everything okay? Are you injured?”

“No.” He never specifies which question he’s answering. “What do you need?”

“Car chase downtown.” Bruce tells him. Tim hums in acknowledgment. “Oracle will send through the coordinates now.”

“Copy that.”

Tim sneaks one last glance at the door before slipping on his mask and jumping over the edge of the building, allowing his work to distract him from his feelings and reality once again.

#tim drake x reader #tim drake x you #tim drake angst #dc x reader #batman comics #batfam angst #batman #tim drake #jason todd x reader

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accidentalbi · 4 months

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a small assortment of lyrics from my playlists, 1 - ?

" Dear fellow traveler, under the moon -- "

" I saw you standing in the shadows, and your eyes were blue. "

" Come with me, boy, I want to show you something more. "

" You spoke my language. "

" It wasn't difficult to pull me from myself again. "

" My love is so wise and so pretty. "

" I still dream of you. "

" I'm hoping you'll come soon. "

" I know you're out there, in the shadows. "

" Don't lie, baby, I know what you're thinking. "

" I know you wanna break free. "

" Baby, put the gun away. "

" Baby, don't you run away. "

" Little lady's got a spell on me. "

" You should've known that I was trouble when you met me. "

" He calls me pretty, but he loves me 'cause I'm deadly. "

" I've been causing a scene, but you love me when I'm out of my mind. "

" Closer, baby, don't be shy~ "

" Something dangerous on my tongue. "

" Like a little crazy, gotta keep me around. "

" You can say you hate me, but you never walk out. "

" I'm a savage, I'm a fighter. "

" Got my finger on my pulse, it's steady. "

" When I close my eyes and count to ten, all I feel is the adrenaline. "

" Long live the champion! "

" Call me names, call me reckless. "

" Crash through like a storm. "

" The more I fight, the worse they bite. "

" Under my skin, recounting my sins, poison what's inside. "

" One by one, they have their fun by messing with my head. "

" I've got no choice, it's time to burn this motherfucker down. "

" Deep into the darkness, we all got lost. "

" Call into the afterlife, can you hear us when we cry? "

" Can you show us how to fight? "

" It's all gone wrong. "

" Heaven hold us. "

" Where do we go when it's all over? "

" Can the broken sky unleash one more sunrise for the dawn? "

" I don't know what you had in mind, but here we stand on opposing sides. "

" Let's go to war. "

" We arm ourselves with the wrongs we've done, name them off one by one. "

" Screaming at the ones we love, like we forgot who we can trust. "

" Do we feel safe? "

" Hush, my baby, make no sound. "

" Maybe we can wait each other out. "

" I thought that fighting with meant fighting for. "

" Every feeling in my bones tells me to lash out. "

" You've got my heart, and I've got your soul. "

" You've got my heart, and I've got your soul, but are we better off alone? "

" With every battle, we lose a little more. "

" You are everything that I'd die for. "

" Do you feel safe? "

" There's an angel on the corner. "

" Honey, there's a devil on my knee. "

" She'd have died at night only for me. "

" I was founded in a bed of liars. "

" I was founded in a bed of liars, walking the streets someone before me set on fire. "

" I'm waiting on the day you don't want me tomorrow. "

" I don't know why you love me. "

" Oh, I'm a mess and you can taste it. "

" Oh, I'm a mess and you can taste it when I'm getting tangled in your sheets. "

" You can taste it when I'm getting tangled in your sheets. "

" Wake up with somebody else. "

" Everyone is dumb. "

" Disappointment takes us by surprise. "

" By now I think we should have realized. "

" How dark is it in your mind? "

" You're my home. "

" I see the trouble that I caused. "

" I feed the thoughts you never saw. "

" You just won't let me go. "

" They tend to hold, when you push they pull. "

" The falling is easy when you're numb. "

" When did the lines all blur to gray? "

" How can I sleep when you're awake? "

" What's the point in dreaming? "

" Something's in my head that I'm not sure that I can fight through. "

" It haunts me. "

" I've always been afraid of the shadow in my closet. "

" Down this road, I don't see a ghost. "

" It's more like a feeling that almost keeps me from breathing. "

" I cannot hide from those silent eyes. "

" Who's brave and ready for trouble? "

" Who's so unbelievably humble? "

" Who gambles with his life? "

" Who's never been touched by a blade? "

" This blood on my teeth, it is far beyond dry. "

" I know I'm a wolf, and I've been known to bite. "

" The rest of my pack, I have left them behind. "

" I'll never give you up. "

" If I ever give you up, my heart will surely fail. "

" Don't ever give me up, I could never get back up. "

" The future starts so slow. "

" No longing for the moonlight, no longing for the sun. "

" No longer will I curse the bad I've done. "

" If there's a time when the feeling's gone, I wanna feel it. "

" You can blow what's left of my right mind. "

" There's a time for the second best. "

" There's a time when the feeling's gone. "

" It's hard to be hard, I guess, when you're shaking like a dog. "

#my memes

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years

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Magnus nearly tripped up the stairs when someone pounded at his door. He had to reach for the railing to catch himself just in time, his head spinning in an uncomfortable way. He had just been going to bed, but, well, not anymore he supposed. There was second, more aggressive round of knocks.

"Magnus," a voice said from the other side of the door. "I swear to Gods if you don't answer this door I will magic missile it down!"

"Uhm, ma'am, maybe threatening violence isn't the best idea-"

"He deserves it if he's already asleep. Humans are weak. No offense." the voice got louder again. "Count of ten, Mags!" Another thunderous round of knocks. Magnus hurried to open the door and Lup's fist nearly collided with his face.

It was dark outside, which was understandable considering it was... well, Magnus didn't know the exact time, but it was probably pretty deep into the night. The porch lights around the rest of the cul-de-sac were off with the exception of Lup and Taako's weird joint house. Magnus could see that the window into their living room was still lit up.

Magnus supposed that made sense since Lup was right in front of him. She was still fully dressed and, concerningly, fully covered in blood. Cowering behind Lup's body a bit was Angus McDonald, who looked halfway between pissed off and like he'd rather be anywhere else. Two emotions Magnus knew quite well when it came to his family.

"Oh, good, you're awake," Lup said, inviting herself in. Angus trailed behind her, sullen. Magnus waited until they had shuffled further in to close the door. Lup deposited Angus onto the couch.

"I-" she began and then paused. "What're you wearing?"

Magnus looked down at this shirt, with two hands pointing up at his face with the words "THIS GUY IS MAGNUS BURNSIDES' BIGGEST FAN". Notably, he was also only wearing underwear. Underwear with little ducks on it.

"This is what I sleep in," Magnus said defensively.

"We can- I'm gonna circle back to that after," Lup said. "Do you want a kid?"

"Do I... what?"

"See, he doesn't want an almost teenager!" Angus piped up from the couch. Magnus felt like he was missing half of this conversation. Maybe even three-fourths of it. "In fact, I'm pretty sure I don't want a Magnus, either, Miss Lup, so I think I should be going now-"

Angus tried to stand up, but Lup pushed him back onto the couch.

"I will magically restrain you," she said seriously. To Magnus, she continued, "Do you want a kid? 'Cus no offense to like, Taako and Kravitz, but I don't think they know how kids work. I saw Kravitz talk to a baby like he talks to Barry, which is concerning in a several different ways. And considering I just got my body back after like, seven bazillion years of not having one, I am not ready to be a parent. Dav's not around enough for it, Merle's got his own lil' shitheads, and, uh, Lucretia..."

"Director Lucretia is very nice," Agnus said. "But she also offered me wine during my entrance interview. And laughed when I fell down one time."

"So between the guy who through his off a train, the women who decided it would a good idea to hire a ten-year-old without asking about his background, and, y'know, me and Barry, I think you're the most qualified."

"Hang on," Magnus said, rubbing his eyes. "Okay, recap. Angus needs an adult why? Doesn't he have a grandpa?"

"Everyone has a grandpa, sir, biologically," Angus said.

"Magnus," Lup said. "I'm gonna break this down real simple for you because, T-B-H, it's been a fucking stressful night and I don't want Angus to have to go through it all again-"

"I think I can explain it pretty well, ma'am-"

"He doesn't have anyone," Lup stressed. "No grandpa, no parents, no friends or some shit-"

"I have-!"

"Nothing," Lup continued. "And as much it pains me to say this, you are our next best option in terms of giving a child what they need to sort of kind of thrive instead of just, y'know, living on the streets."

"I wasn't on the streets!" Angus defended. "I have an apartment!"

"Your heater doesn't work," Lup said.

"It's summer," Angus said. "I don't need a heater." To Magnus, he said, "sir, please make her reconsider! I was doing perfectly fine and everything. I almost have enough for rent this month too, so it's fine! And I'm a terrible roommate, to be honest, sir. I think it'd be better for everyone if Miss Lup would just take me home and I can shower and then go to bed because I am a very little boy and it's very past my bedtime, sir."

Angus blinked innocently up at him.

"We found him in the middle of a cult, Mags," Lup said. "A cult."

Magnus had never seen Angus's look go from completely innocent to pissed off so quickly. But he kept his mouth shut and glared at Lup from behind her back. Magnus took a moment to take a good look at Angus now that he could. He, too, was pretty bloody. He was cradling his hand in a way that made Magnus think it was hurt somehow. And he was small. So small. Magnus was reminded of a puppy he saw the other day, if only the puppy was full of prepubescent rage and covered in necromancer blood. At least, Magnus hoped it was necromancer blood and not his own.

"You can stay for the night," Magnus said. "I'll give you a pajama shirt and we'll get you to set up in the guest room, okay? The rest of this-" he gestured to Lup and Angus as a whole, "can wait until tomorrow. I am so ready to pass out for seven to eight hours."

"But I'm going back to my apartment tomorrow," Angus said. "Right, sir? Ma'am?"

"That's a convo for tomorrow," Magnus said before Lup could answer. Both Lup and Angus scoffed, but neither objected any further, which Magnus considered a win. "C'mon. I've got like, a hundred of these shirts."

"I'll get you one of Barry's," Lup said quickly. She held out a hand and her scythe appeared. "Don't let him trick you into that, Angus. I'll be right back."

She cut a rift in the middle of Magnus's living room and stepped through. It closed behind her with a loud zipping noise. Angus glanced at Magnus with a critical eye.

"Would it make her more upset if I took one of your shirts?" he asked after a few tense moments of Magnus not knowing how to react to what he liked to call "Angus's Detective Look".

"Definitely," Magnus said. "I'll go get you one." Angus grinned.

Guess he had a kid now.

#angus mcdonald #lup #magnus burnsides #taz #taz balance #mine #i wanted to get this out before i forgot about it #not the best quality i could do but it's oki!#ise cube writing #tw wine mention

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A sleep deprived Dove was curled up onto the couch of the hotel; the nightmares wouldn't stop plaguing her, and it was taking a toll on her. Tear stains covered her cheeks, tucked into a ball as she struggled to stay awake..

"Another long day..." Gasped Lucifer as he finally got the chance to leave that ungodly boring, and most one sided argument heaven had given him so far to date on extermination and why it should still remain even after a soul from Hell was able to Ascend... "I mean, what was the point of dragging it out for 3 hours when they weren't even going to give me a word in edgewise??"

His disdain grew well past his normal breaking points this time, but somehow, this situation was starting to feel a tad more dire than situations of the past.. What with everyone now aware that Angels could be killed, there were bound to be those getting ready to uprise against heaven, while at the same time, Residents of Hell were being able to Ascend to the pearly gates... Surely the inner workings of the world were slowly being turned onto their own head!-

--OOOP-- came the odd noise from Lucifer, as he had been completely taken by surprise when he literally bowled over the younger Cannibaltown couple he normally spied hanging out near the quarry... Normally, he would have stopped to offer some apologetic form of assistance.. But, NO, not today, as he was already WAY MORE concerned about the possibility of missing Charlie's game of cards over at the new hotel...

Now, hmmmm, which form of cards was it they were planning on tonight..

"Ughhh.... Damnnn.." No matter how many times he placed reminders about the mansion for the month, or took the time to remind himself of the game by name, there was just no way Lucifer could get it right DX...

FLASHBACK 1- A devastating loss at poker when He thoroughly believed the game to be played had to do with Bullshit!

FLASHBACK 2- Yet another devastating loss when he had mistook Egyptian Ratscrew for Slap-Jack

"Welp, Luci, third time's a charm, right??" He said to himself as he ran down the many streets towards the new hotel, his hope being to trick himself back into having some form of confidence when it came to card games at all.... Card games were never really quite his strong suit..

Soon enough though, he found himself close to the entryway to Charlie's Hazbin Hotel. Rounding his way past a cute memorial to Sir Pencious, he slowed his pace just before slamming into the large double door entryway...

"Well well well, fancy meeting you on this.. FINE night, My shortest of Kings!!" --

"Can it, Alastor!!" He said smoothly, barely a tinge of his usual rage for the Radio Demon.. "Where's Charlie at, anyway?.." his tone immediately lifting into a melody as her name left his lips..

"Ohhh, your little 'Char Char' won't be here tonight, I'm afraid.." The smile growing ever more sinister, as if beckoning Lucifer to ask--

"Woaa, wait wait, waiiiitt, what?" His face was NOT amused in the least as he attempted to question why...

Not even giving Lucifer the satisfaction of a glance, Alastor continued, "Ohh, wellll, it just so happens that we've gotten some new recruits pretty late in the day today." His head cocked slightly as he watched Lucifer with great amusement, Luci's brisk walk slowing to a halt...

"Aww, REALLY??," he sneered at the radio demon...

In walked Angel, his slow movement only acting to accentuate the overall lefthand sided limp, "Guys, Charlie told me to pass the message that she'll be really late," Obviously worn well out, all onlookers automatically assume it to have been a studio day with Val...

Passing Lucifer slowly, Angel reached a hand out unbeknownst to the Small King.. At full arm's length, Angel dropped his hand onto Lucifer, the Fallen Angel's casually dressed left shoulder...

-ACK!!!- He exclaimed, completely unexpectant of the grab on his left shoulder, "Angel DUST!!!" He yelled, barely able to coax himself back down to a normal tone.., "What on earth was that for??"

"Woaa, now, Easy Mr. Short King!!" played Angel, though still very visibly in great pain from the days events, "Charlie had a special message for you!!"

But before Lucifer could shoot back, Angel continued, only, seriously this time, "Yea, she wanted you to check on one of the new arrivals. It seemed like the two had come together at first, but after talking to the one guy, Charlie's pretty certain that the girl still here in the hotel was by herself." He said as he motioned down towards to Guests' signature book in the great hall. "Her room number is written in the Guest book, so uhh, don't go screwin' it up, kay?" Angel took a minute to motion to Husk, I mean, it WAS his time to relax, right?? Short King can wait a hot second, sure he could.. "Look, its easy, just check in on the kid, see if they're hungry or something, and we'll take care of the rest, "he said, "SIMPLE!" And with that, Angel's focus was back on Husk as they seemed to have just struck up an argument on the strength each drink should be, naturally..

Woa.... He thought to himself, with renewed vigor!! Charlie trusts me... ME???? with one of their precious hotel screw ups?? "NO, don't just screw this up, Luci," He scolded himself as he wondered over to the guest book. This has to run smoothly, no.... PERFECTLY!!!!!... I'll just have to show Charlie what she's been missing while depending on that drowned rat, Alastor, as hotelier...

Looking from line to line, Lucifer decided that the one he was looking for HAD to be in room 1408... So before anyone else could stop and pester him, he took straight off for the 14th floor, 8th room ♥

He knew it wasn't necessary, but hey, why walk when you have the full on outright usage of a form of teleportation! Right? That's exactly what he thought...

He went to hop right in front of 1408 and knock loudly, but something down the hall had caught his eye first..-

To his sad surprise, was what looked to be a beautiful young woman laying on one of the great hall couches... His expression softened greatly as he approached her further, though... as he watched intently... small tremors seemed to be overtaking the poor girl..., "Uhmm, excuse me," He began, his voice light yet smooth.. He waited for a response, but none came, so he tried yet again.. "Miss? Are you alright?.. Because it seems you have been--" She still didn't stir...

Thinking to himself, Lucifer then decided to touch her lightly, perhaps helping her to awaken from what appeared to be.. this deep, dark Nightterror... So ever so gently, he shifted her with the use of his staff's magical properties, so as not to distress her. But once his spell had been set in motion, he realized much too late, that this was most certainly the wrong approach, as she was indeed already AWAKE!

Taken aback by that, Lucifer opened his mouth to apologize.. but then stopped-- His expression much warmer, concerned, and ready...

The ever darkening stains on both of the beautiful girl's cheeks spoke so much just to begin with..

Lucifer waved his staff in a circular manor, not a huge spell by any means, but this very small one would suffice ♥ The spell conjured a medium sized blanket, made of the finest microfibers. It was a pretty little blanket, adorned with small white and yellow ducklings, and its texture was that of the softest of furs... Warm enough to make one feel safe, yet light enough to allow them to drift amidst the endless astral planes..

Once close by, he easily spread the blanket out over the poor lost soul, careful to tuck the edges as he slowly leaned back to sit on the couch beside her.. "You know," Lucifer started, "I was terrified when I came to this place for the first time too..." His warm smile aided him as he caressed the hair on her head, "But just as I thought it was the end of the world..," He took a deep breath, a tear in his eye, "I found out not a day later, that I had been entirely wrong!!" He sniffled lightly, his eye immediately finding a portrait of Charlie on the great wall.., "Now, tell me, small teary one, What brings you here, to our very own, Hazbin Hotel?" ♥ ....

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