#should i make a part 2? i’m thinking ab it

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

The Lentil & The Blueberry (The Surprise, Part 2)

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, NSFW, sex, fingering, mention of vomiting (for my emetophobia babies), established relationship, fluffity fluff, worried Emily has my whole heart Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Weeks six and seven of your pregnancy are underway, and you are struggling. But maybe not as much as your wife? Wildly overprotective Emily will do anything to help you feel better during your pregnancy. And I mean anything. 😉

Week 6: The Lentil

Emily had known about the baby for less than 12 hours, and she’d already gone into full Overprotective Dad™ mode. You’d slept in the morning after telling her, jerking awake to find Emily towering over you, watching with her eyebrows furrowed.

“Jesus, Emily!” you exclaimed, stretching. “You scared me!” You glanced at the clock. “Don’t you have to be at work?”

Emily continued staring, a look of deep concern on her face. “I really don’t want to leave you here like this.”

For a brief moment, you forgot you were pregnant. You scoffed. “I’ve had jet lag before, babe. I think I’ll be okay.”

“No! Pregnant.” She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly running her hands through your hair as you moved to rest your head on her lap.

“I’m fine, Em,” you assured her. “I’m a little tired and sore, but that’s probably just from moving.”

“Maybe I should call and tell them I can’t make it in today…” She was speaking more to herself than to you.

Your voice was stern, decisive. “You can’t take off work for nine months just to sit around and watch me be pregnant. Even if you could, I’d rather you take the nine months after the baby’s born.”

She sighed deeply, looking down at you as if she was making the hardest decision of her life.

“You promise to call me if you need anything?” she asked.

“Promise.”

She gently placed your head back on the pillow, then knelt down in front of the bed so her eyes were level with yours.

“Please don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone,” she whispered. You could tell she was trying to lighten the mood, to make herself feel better about going to work, but she was too worried about you for it to sound anything other than terrified and pitiful.

“Like what?”

“Ladders, lifting things, falling in the shower...”

“Well, I wouldn’t fall in the shower on purpose,” you argued.

“Just…” She leaned forward and kissed you so gently, so softly, running her thumb slowly along your brow bone. “Be careful. Be safe.” She stood, then leaned down to kiss you on the head one more time.

“I love you,” she said, then lifted up your shirt to kiss your stomach. “And I love you.” She shot you one last desperate, anxious look before leaving.

“Promise you’ll call?”

“Go, Emily.” You shooed her out of the room, laughing. Who would’ve guessed that managing your wife might be the hardest part of being pregnant?

Week 7: The Blueberry (18+)

You leaned back into Emily as the warm water swirled around you, the sound of the jets and the movement of the water soothing your aching body. Morning sickness had started in full force, and your abs were sore from mornings spent heaving over the toilet. Your head was killing you most of the time, and you were constantly bloated. All in all, the first trimester was kicking your ass.

Emily kissed your shoulder, pressing her face next to yours and wrapping her arms around you to gently cup your breasts, mindful of the pain you’d been experiencing.

You sighed contentedly as she ran a thumb lightly over your swollen nipple.

“Better?” she asked.

“Mmhm,” you nodded, eyes closed. When Emily had called this afternoon to check on you, you’d told her how gross you felt from puking all morning, how sore your body was. She’d stopped at Bath & Body Works on the way home to buy every single kind of bath bomb they sold, just to be sure you’d have a fragrance that didn’t make you feel sick. She’d brought Epsom salts and fancy body butters and a new candle because the one you usually had in the bathroom smelled like coffee, and coffee triggered your gag reflex right now. She’d come determined to do whatever it took to help you feel better.

“And to think you said paying more for an apartment with a fancy jacuzzi bathroom was, and I quote, fucking dumb.”

“I take it all back,” you said, whining softly and involuntarily pushing your hips forward as Emily continued circling your nipples, her touch light as a feather.

“Honey,” Emily breathed behind you. “You can say no, but…” Her breath was hot against your ear. “Can I touch you?”

Your body wanted it, but your mind was struggling. “I don’t know, Em…”

Emily gently turned your body around so she could look in your eyes, her thumbs running back and forth along your hands. She leaned close, placing a hand gently on your cheek.

“It’s okay if you really don’t want to, but..” She watched you squirm a bit under the water. “It feels like you do. Can you tell me what’s going on in your head?”

You avoided her eyes, following a stream of bubbles as it made its way around the tub. “I don’t feel very pretty…” you mumbled, looking away.

“What?” she said, and you couldn’t tell if she hadn’t heard you or if she couldn’t believe what you’d said.

“I don’t feel very pretty. I feel gross.”

“Y/N.” Her voice was heavy with love and care and you felt a little like crying, not because you were sad, but because she loved you so much it was overwhelming in your current hormonal state.

Emily pulled you onto her lap and wrapped her arms around your body, pressing kisses into your face and neck. “You are so pretty. What are you talking about?”

“I’m pukey and bloated and my hair is greasy because I’m too tired to shower,” you confessed, resting your head on her shoulder. “I feel disgusting.”

“Baby,” she said, chastising you and gently guiding your face so you had to look at her. “You’re beautiful. You’re growing a whole human right now. You’re incredible. You have never been more beautiful to me.”

Almost unconsciously, you started to grind your hips into Emily’s, your breath coming fast, rhythmic. You sighed, wrapping your arms tightly around her neck.

Emily grinned. The words were working! She left a trail of kisses along your shoulder, placing her hands on your hips to guide you.

“You are stunning, Y/N. You’re growing eyes for our baby this week, did you know that?" She thought for a moment, morbid curiosity getting the better of her. "I wonder what it looks like in there…”

You stopped abruptly, as if a record had been scratched. “Not sexy, Emily. I don’t want you thinking about what the inside of my uterus looks like.”

“Sorry,” she replied sheepishly, an embarrassed smile playing on her lips. You pressed your hands to the side of her face and kissed her, your body hungry for hers for the first time since you’d returned from London. You couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t get close enough.

“Emily,” you said breathlessly, pulling away to look at her. She was nearly as out of breath as you were–and significantly more flushed. “Touch me.”

“You’re sure?”

“Please.”

You whimpered as Emily’s thumb brushed over your clit, the warm water soft and comforting around you. She rubbed slow, indulgent circles, sensitive to your sensitivity, and your hips rose to meet her each time, even as exhausted as you were.

She kissed you deeply, passionately, her tongue desperate and gentle as it roamed your mouth, your neck. You moaned into her as she slipped two fingers inside of you, your body pulsing urgently around her. She kept her hand still for the most part, letting you control how hard, how fast, how deep.

As your breath grew ragged and your body clenched, surging against Emily’s, she moaned into your mouth, pressing into you. “Oh, god,” you breathed, Emily’s sounds nearly driving you over the edge.

“Come on, baby,” she begged, gasping. “Come for me.”

You drove your hips into Emily as your body convulsed, whimpering while your orgasm washed over you like a waterfall of static electricity. She fucked you through it, only removing her fingers when your breath started to calm and you fell against her, spent.

“Feel better?” she asked, kissing the side of your head, and pushing a string of wet hair out of your face.

You nodded, still too out of breath to speak.

You dragged yourself into a sitting position a few minutes later. “Here,” you said, clearly exhausted. “Let me do you.”

“It’s okay,” Emily told you, grinning.

“I can,” you insisted, pulling her toward you for a kiss.

“No, Y/N,” she said, laughing a bit as she pulled away. “I’m good. As in, I already came.”

“What!?” You giggled, blushing a bit. “Jesus Christ, Em! You were horny as fuck.”

She blushed and kissed you again, then poured some shampoo into her hand and grabbed your head playfully. You sighed happily as she massaged it into your scalp.

“I can’t help it,” she shrugged. “Look at you. Your boobs are fucking huge right now.”

“Well, don’t get used to it.”

Emily stared at you for a minute. Your soapy head. Your arms crossed defiantly over your chest. The slight pouch in your stomach that she knew would grow into her child. The way your eyes shone, holding so much love, so much purity of spirit and heart. What had she done to deserve you? She felt tears forming at the corners of her eyes, and she used her thumb to wipe them away.

“Are you crying?!” you asked, leaning forward to take her hand in yours.

“I just love you so much,” she said, her voice heavy with emotion.

“Oh, god,” you complained, sniffling yourself. You had a hair trigger for crying these days. “If you cry I’m gonna cry.”

She exhaled firmly. “I’m pulling it together, don’t worry.”

“I love you, too,” you said quickly before dunking your head under the water to get rid of the suds. And because if you thought about it too much, you'd start sobbing and god knows when you'd stop.

You popped back up, flipping your hair over so you looked like a founding father. Emily laughed, and all was right in the world.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss fluff #emily prentiss smut #emily prentiss drabble #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic

[abbyshands]

— innocent!abby x you, part 2

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wc; 570

warnings; cunnilingus, face sitting, abby grinds on your face, fondling, implied corruption

part 1 to this (but you should be fine to read it by itself <3)

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imagine innocent!abby, hardly knowing why the mere sounds of you convulsing around her lips on your cunt had made her core heat up like that. but you wanted to give her a proper orgasm this time. once you and her finish, you make her take her pants off, followed by her underwear, that’s soaked with her release. “oh, you poor thing. so needy for me and i could barely get a hand on you,” you say as you give her underwear a good look, then place it on your bedside table. you’ll give it back to her later, maybe. “come sit on my face so i can make you cum properly, baby,” you coo as you signal for her to come closer, laying your head back onto the pillow again. abby’s timid as she crawls over to you, awkwardly moving on top of your body without a single sound but a few whines of embarrassment. once she’s hovering over your face and your hands are on her thighs, she’s a little worried about crushing you with how big she is. but you don’t care at all, always preferred the bigger girls when it came down to it. “don’t be shy now, big girl. lower yourself, c’mon,” you encourage, and after a pause, she does just as you ask, like the good girl she is. “oh, fuck,” abby let out in a moan as you began to lap up her arousal with your tongue. you let out a chuckle into abby’s pussy as your lips devoured her, because that had to be the first time she had ever cursed in her life. you grip abby’s thighs and pull her down more, causing her to reach out to grab the headboard for support, eyes closing shut in pleasure. she rocks her hips back and forth on your face, pussy grinding from your tongue to your nose as her neediness takes control. “d- don’t stop, fuck, ohmygod,” she was babbling above you, like you were even considering doing that. “mmm, you taste so good, abs. never felt somethin’ like this before, hm?” you pull back to say just to drive her crazy, and she can barely respond as her moans grow desperate. “n- no. feels good, fuck, so good,” abby mewled in response. abby’s moves grow faster, frantic as she grinds her pussy onto your face, soaking you in her wetness. you use your hands to roam under her shirt, and cup her small breasts, circling your thumbs over her nipples. “oh, god, harder, harder,” abby whimpers, and you look up to see abby’s eyes rolling back in approval, pleasure engulfing every last part of her body. “i- i think i’m gonna, m’gna—fuck,” abby whined, and you knew what she was getting at. she looked like she could burst at any second now, voice a meek cry as she begged for you to let her cum. you fondled her breasts harder as you licked and sucked at her with hunger, feeling yourself becoming wet again just from how pretty abby sounded above you. she let out a loud moan of your name soon enough, spilling her cum all over your face. you make sure to lap up every last bit of her, moaning at the taste that fills your mouth to the brim. once she’s moved herself off of you, you smile up at her, just to see her blushing, shy expression across her cheeks as she does her best to come back down to earth. “not so innocent now, are you?”

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#abby anderson #abby anderson fic #abby anderson fan fiction #abby anderson smut #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson the last of us 2 #abby tlou #the last of us smut #wlw ns/fw #wlw smut #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x y/n #tlou2 smut

[elliespassagerprincess]

pls make reader and milf!abby have a baby together 😭😭😭

Baby - part 1/3 (Milf!Abby x reader)

This is going to be a 3 part series! Part 2 will be released soon:)

Milf abby: Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

baby series: part 1 part 2 part 3

masterlist

Authors note: i'm back fr, i finally finished with exams and I'm here to spam with fics again

☆ Milf Abby who was happy with the life the two of you were already living but something was missing.

☆Milf Abby who always thought you were good with kids

☆ Milf Abby who never really thought about having another kid until she married you.

☆ Milf Abby who thinks about it a little too much, if she has to be honest

☆ Milf Abby who never brought up the conversation of having another baby even though you were hinting at having another kid.

"Abby isn’t this cute" you said with a pout as you handed her a onesie you bought for Mel's baby shower.

"Abby look" you pointed at Aubrey playing with one of your collogues newborn baby: "she’d be such a good big sister"

☆ Milf Abby who would only nod or smile at whatever you had to say involving babies because she was terrified.

☆ Milf Abby who was asked about when the two of you were gonna have a baby.

"So..." Nora started

"yeah?" the blonde looked at her with a raised eyebrow

"when are you and your girl gonna have a baby?"

suddenly Abby's body went cold, she could hear her heart beating out of her chest and she silently stared at Nora with wide eyes.

"We um-"

"Abby having another baby?"

They heard a voice talk from behind them. Both of the girls heads snapped into the direction of the voice and there stood Mel, still heavily pregnant.

"When you have a kid you should be able to play with them, and to run around- don’t you think you passed that stage already? Don’t you have back pain or something?"

"Mel" Nora said sternly.

"no Nora she has to hear the truth" Mel replied.

Abby met the eyes of the brunette and Mel gave her a sympathetic smile: "by the time your baby is ten you'd almost be sixty, you'd be her grandma Abby"

☆ Milf Abby who agreed with Mel.

☆ Milf Abby who avoided you for a few days because she felt like she was keeping you back in life.

"Can you shut the fuck up" she said with a frustrated sigh.

You looked at her with a raised eyebrow. You knew there was something wrong due to her distant behavior recently. You thought she was stressed, tired maybe.

“Abby I just asked if you wanted something to eat”

Abby looked at you with a blank facial expression, before she looked down to the floor, brining her head into her hands.

You walked towards her putting your hand on her shoulder “talk to me abs”

you felt her muscles tense underneath your touch “c’mon Abby you can tell me anything”

she finally looked up from her hands, and she made brief eye contact with you before she looked away once again

“I-“

“spit it out”

“I don’t think we should have a baby”

“what?”

“listen baby” she started, and she gently took your hands into hers as she saw your eyes fill with tears

“I did some thinking, and I don’t think we should have a baby because I’m happy just with you and Aubrey. Don’t you think another baby will complicate our life?”

You stared at her in shock, how could she not tell you about this earlier?

“Abby you knew. You fucking knew I wanted to have kids, and you said you wanted the same. Now you want to change your mind?”

“Can I not change my mind?”

“You have every right to, but you know how I felt about having kids. You know that I've always wanted to be a mom"

She knew that. She knew all of this.

“aren’t you already a mom to Aubrey? Are you saying my daughter isn't good enough?”

“I did not fucking say that and you know that”

“but you meant it”

“fuck you” was all you said as you got up and walked towards the room the two of you shared.

She doesn’t know why she said that.

God Abby fucking knows what she said was wrong. It's not that she doesn’t want to have kids, its just she knew Mel had a point. She would be in her sixties by the time your baby would be done with high school.

Maybe she was too old after all.

☆ Milf Abby who had to listen to you sob throughout the night.

☆ Milf Abby who tried talking to you the next morning.

Abby let out a groan as she heard Aubrey giggle. She brought her hands up to her eyes as she opened them.

The light has always been bright in the living, but jesus she didn’t know they were this fucking bright.

Abby winched as she sat up from the couch, her limbs felt like they were burning. Her eyes fell on you and Aubrey. The two of you were eating and smiling, and as she took in the scene and she knew it was fucked up of her to say what she said yesterday.

Abby got up, still feeling stiff but she made her way towards the two people who she loved the most.

Aubrey gave her a bug smile and muttered a quick "good morning mommy" before she ran to her room. She smiled at her daughters before she focused her attention towards you.

You didn't even look at her.

She felt sick to her stomach.

“I left some eggs for you” was all you said before you walked out the kitchen.

Abby really fucked up.

☆ Milf Abby who tried getting your attention all week but you ignored her.

☆ Milf Abby who tried talking to you but all you replied with was “I don’t want to talk”

☆ Milf Abby who finally had enough and she decided that she should tell you what actually happened.

☆ Milf Abby who showed up to your classroom once again.

The room was empty and you stood with your back facing away from the door. Abby quietly walked towards you.

“hi”

she watched as your body jerked “jesus Abby I told you that you should start knocking” you said out of breath.

"Sorry" she mumbled

"can we talk?" she watched you facial expression turn cold.

“sure”

“thank you”

The room was filled a awkward silence, it was tense and it felt suffocating.

“talk Abby, I have things to do”

“I'm sorry”

“is sorry all you can fucking say?”

Abby wanted to bang her head against a wall.

“I want to have a baby with you”

“aw you changed your mind? What happened? Did I force you Abby? Are you sure you want this Abby? Oh wait! I don’t think I want to be a mom anymore, since you said that I m practically going to replace Aubrey. Oops let me-"

"it was Mel"

"what did Mel do?"

And the truth came out. Abby told you everything she said, how I made her feel.

You gave her a sympathetic smile before you spoke again: "You need to stop letting people tell you you're too old Abby. You keep losing opportunities, you keep giving yup your dreams, as soon as someone says something. You need to learn that you should stop listing to what others have to say about your age"

“I know but its hard” Abby muttered.

You got up and you walked towards her and you pulled her into a tight up “I know, but we’ll work though it. I’ll help you with whatever and if you don’t want to have a baby its ok-"

"no no I want to have a baby. I want to have one with you"

a smile spread onto your face.

"can we have a baby?" Abby asked.

"if you start working on your self confidence and you stop listing to what bitches have to say about you I will then we can have a baby"

"yes ma'am, i'll do whatever you say"

"one more thing Abby"

"yeah?"

"Don't ever talk to me in that way again. What you said really hurt my feelings, and i understand you were hurting too but it didn't give you the right to talk to me in that way. I love Aubrey more than anything so don't say that again"

"I'm so sorry baby i really am, i there anything i can do to make it up to you?"

"You can start by getting me chocolate milk"

☆ Milf Abby who made it up to you by apologizing over a million times, and by doing every single thing you said.

☆ Milf Abby who immediately started looking for doctors and baby names.

☆ Milf Abby who blocked Mel because fuck her and her fucking opinions.

☆ Milf Abby who did started working on her self confidence and she immediately felt better about everything.

☆ Milf Abby who was excited to have a baby with you.

<3

My pookies (the taglist): @lia-winther @hellorai

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[soft-mafia]

Crush [Buggy x Reader] [Part 2]

warnings: female reader, nude drawings

a/n: here’s part 2!! I know a couple of people have been asking for it so I have delivered!! :D

part 1

Buggy sighed, standing in front of Y/n with nothing on but his socks, “Disappointed?” He said with a gruff sigh, “I know I’m not as.. hunky as some of your drawings but.. just try to make it work.”

Y/n looked at Buggy’s naked body with pure adoration in her eyes— he was much more handsome that she ever imagined. She was too enamored with her gawking that she didn’t even listen to what he had said.

He wasn’t going to lie, the way she was looking at him was kind of creeping him out. He detached one hand to wave it over her face, “Y/n? Hello?”

“Oh my god! The one thing I forgot!!” She gasped, Buggy’s hand flew back to his body as he was caught off guard by her sudden burst back to reality, “Your body hair! Your chest hair— that’s what was missing!!”

Buggy’s eyes widened a bit, “Huh?! Eh— aren’t those things that you want to avoid?”

Y/n set her book down and walked over to Buggy, standing closer to admire him even further, “No way! I think it makes you look so much more sexier!” She put her hands over her mouth and giggled as she blushed. Buggy’s entire face went red, he then laughed, feeling flattered and flustered at the same time.

Y/n shuffled closer to him, tracing the outline of his abs with her finger, “I think you are a hunk. I mean, yeah I kind of took a bit of— artistic liberties.. but you’re still sexy.”

“And my- and my dick..” Buggy mumbled under his breath, “Not as big, is it?” He sighed.

“Wellll, it was an educated guess. But I got pretty close.” Y/n shrugged, then looked down at it as it hung between his legs, she bit her lip. It was thick and meaty just like she imagined it. Buggy couldn’t help but smirk, “Yeah, you like what you see, sweetheart?” He grinned, putting his arms behind his neck to flex his muscles a bit.

Y/n squeaked when she noticed she was staring way too much and hid her face, “I-I’ll get back to— drawing you..” she hurried back to the chair across the room, holding her sketch book. Buggy sighed a bit, and here he was thinking he was about to get some action.. oh well.

“You.. wanted to be taller, right?” Y/n said, looking at her book, then back at Buggy.

Buggy put one foot up on a chair, his hands on his hips, “Yeah, and more buffer, maybe.. with a bigger hat or something too. Something that makes me look cool.”

Y/n giggled, rolling her eyes softly as she began to draw. A few minutes passed and she got the base sketch down, she then looked back at Buggy, starting on the actual line art.

“Jeez does it always take you this long?” Buggy grumbled, his leg starting to cramp a little.

“Yeah duh. Art isn’t easy.” Y/n said, biting her lip as she made Buggy’s abs look extra chiseled, and his hair extra long and voluminous. “So.. you don’t mind that I’m drawing you like this? You don’t think I’m creepy or anything?”

“Well..” Buggy started, looking off to the side, “I was.. weirded out at first, but to be honest I look better in your drawings than I do.. yknow, in general.”

“That’s not true!” Y/n looked at him, “I draw you because you already look hot.”

“Ugh.. don’t lie to me.” Buggy sighed, then looked back at Y/n, “Do you think-.. in your little drawing, you could draw me with a, normal nose? Just any kind of nose but not this big red thing.”

Y/n blinked at Buggy, pausing for a moment, “Why? Your nose is the best part about you..” Y/n was wondering how Buggy would react to this.. he always thought everybody was talking smack about his nose(even when they weren’t even talking about him in the first place..) she wondered how he would take a genuine compliment..

“I told you not to fucking lie to me!!” Buggy snapped, “That’s a cruel way to joke to somebody!! Disguising insults as compliments.. you should be ashamed of yourself!!” Buggy growled, then looked at Y/n’s sketch book. He then stormed over to her, making her gasp as he snatched it out of her hands.

“Is this a joke too? All of these drawings, were you purposefully drawing me like this with my nose just to insult me?!” Buggy growled, “Was everybody else on the crew in on this too?!”

“B-Buggy! That- that doesn’t even make sense, I would never do that!!” Y/n tried to reach out to grab her book, “Buggy, I think you’re handsome, really! Your nose is fine!”

“That’s Captain Buggy.” The man growled at Y/n, which quickly made her shut up and freeze in fear. “You know what.. this isn’t working out. Get out of my room.” Buggy growled and turned away from her after giving her book back, shoving it into her chest.

Y/n had tears in her eyes as she felt her heart break. Her mouth opened, lips trembling— she wanted to say something so bad, something to make things right but.. she was too scared. Y/n sniffled a little bit, she hugged her book to her chest while walking out of Buggy’s quarters.

Buggy sighed and slapped a hand over his forehead, he wrapped a towel around his waist before sitting on the edge of the bed and cracking open a bottle of booze, downing it like there was no tomorrow.

A little after midnight, Buggy was in a slightly intoxicated state. He felt awful, he felt ugly. But most of all— he was starting to miss Y/n. She was so sweet, she actually liked him, she liked him enough to obsessively draw him over and over again. And he just pushed her away. Buggy felt like an absolute asshole, and it made him want to drink even more.

He was about to put the bottle back to his lips again before he heard a knock on his door. He growled, “Go away!” He grumbled.

“C-Captain Buggy.. can I come in?” He heard Y/n’s voice from the other side of the door. Buggy’s eyes soften upon hearing her sweet voice, but then he growled again, “I told you to fuck off!!” As much as he wanted to open the door and hug Y/n until her eyes popped out— he was still pissy at her. Because in his mind, there was no way a girl like Y/n could genuinely find somebody like him attractive. She had to be playing with him.. messing with an old man’s emotions; what a cruel little bitch.

“Captain please, it’s important.” Y/n sounded like a dog scratching on its owner’s door wanting to be let inside..

Buggy growled and stumbled off of his bed, stomping over to the door before slinging it open, “Make it quick.” He growled.

Y/n opened her sketch book and flipped to a page, then showed him a drawing— it made Buggy’s gaze soften once more. It was the drawing of him that she was working on hours ago, he was so.. majestic, his hair was long, shiny and looked like it was blowing through the non existent wind. Y/n had made Buggy so handsome that he didn’t even focus on the nose at all. He had his foot up on a rock, waves were crashing behind him while there were some mermaids in the background flipping in the air. And his dick was huge as always(Y/n drew his actual size this time, now that she knew what it looked like)

“Awww.. baby..” Buggy slurred in his drunken state, wiping a tear from his eyes, “You made me so handsome— I-I’m sorry for yelling at you.. and being an asshole.” He sighed, “I should- I should give you a kiss.” Buggy stepped forward.

Y/n giggled and closed the book, holding it at her side, “I dunno Buggy.. why don’t we wait until you’re sober? I don’t really like the taste of- MMFF!” Without warning, Buggy smushed his lips against Y/n’s. She cringed slightly at the taste of his beer, but she decided to just accept her fate and kiss back.

This was all she ever wanted anyway, attention from her handsome captain. Even though he could be a grumpy pain in the ass sometimes, she thought it made him even more handsome and adorable.

Before she knew it, Buggy was dragging her into his room, then slammed the door behind the two of them.

Y/n had unknowingly dropped her sketchbook out in the hall when Buggy dragged her away. Some crew mates stumbled upon the new drawing, and they laughed their asses off about it for the rest of the night.

#one piece #one piece buggy #buggy one piece #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy the clown #one piece x reader #buggy headcanons #buggy imagines #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #one piece live action #opla #opla buggy

[wowevenmoreloveonearth]

You know what? I have become a gaylor sympathiser

This is going to be a long post, sorry! Please read the full post before even thinking about commenting.

Over the past few days I’ve seen a few posts on my dash about taylor swift and her fans that have left a bad taste in my mouth.

I know that a lot of people think that some fans of her are “trying to make her gay” and I just wanted to put the record straight and defend some people after actually looking at what’s going on. And I know I’m probably opening myself up for tumblr’s poor reading comprehension but before I start I’m going to say this:

I do not think taylor swift is a lesbian

Ok? Now let’s have a conversation.

First of all from what I’ve seen most of the fans who talk about Taylor swift and queerness do it from a point of literary analysis and learning queer history. This is a huge part of the community and lots of people have said that they never would have learnt so much about queer history without reading taylor swift’s works through a queer lens.

Adding on to that point, it seems a little hypocritical for the gay site which loves queer readings of books, tv shows, songs, musicals, films etc to be bullying a pretty small group of people who are mainly doing queer readings of lyrics. Especially when those people get near constant death threats. Instead of bullying these people (who don’t think or do what you think they think and do) why don’t you go outside and think “does this affect me? No. Do I agree with them? No. Am I going to cyber bully them because of this? No.”

Secondly, for the people who believe that any speculation on a real persons sexuality is 100% wrong. I used to think this too but I have changed my mind a bit about this recently after stopping and thinking about it properly. I’m not trying to change your mind at all I just want you to stop and think for a minute.

If you only get mad when speculation is queer in nature, then maybe think about that for a minute. Why is it totally wrong to think a person might be queer. We probably do it in our daily lives with people we know and they likely do it with us, back in the day that’s how queer people found each other-by speculating on sexuality. Would you be upset if you found out someone that you know thought you might be queer? I wouldn’t, maybe you would but if you would, why? Why is it terrible to think someone might be queer (this is NOT about hounding a person to admit to being queer like shawn mendes, this is just thinking in your head and on your small blog that the person will likely never see). Also this is literally the website where we talk about historical (real people) being gay even when they would have never said something to the equivalent.

An addition to this point before people start saying in the comments is that this is NOT the same situation as with kit connor. The issue there was people assuming that he was straight and taking that role away from a queer person. Speculating that he was queer was the opposite of what happened in that situation. So this is not an example of what happens when you speculate queerness.

Final things to say:

1) don’t believe every post you see with someone looking insane about taylor swift being gay, a lot of them are fake.

2) before anyone says “they should listen to real queer artists instead” most of them very much do. There’s a lot of fans of Hayley kiyoko, girl in red, Janelle monae, tegan and sara, zolita, kehlani etc.

3) there are some queer flags that are there. Sorry but there are. Hairpin drops, lavender, the ladder, flag colours, songs about women, friend of dorothy reference. Whether they are intentional is a different matter.

4) shipping real people is not what is happening for the majority of the people in the community. Also this comes back to queer vs straight again. Plenty of swifties ship taylor with men she’s been seen with and no one goes into their inboxes and sends death threats even when they are the ones making taylor swift all about the men she may or may not have dated.

5) taylor swift has never stated her sexuality. I know this may be hard to belive based off of how some people act, but it’s true. She has made vague statements which could have many meanings but she has never clearly stated anything. When gaylors get upset with taylor it is not because she said she is straight, it’s because they are getting death threats and doxxed and she seems to either be unaware of it (which is unlikely given how she seems to be a little terminally online) or she doesn’t care enough to tell her fans to stop.

6) if she does explicitly say she’s straight then there will probably be disappointment in her use of queer history and flags and her potential queer erasure (as we saw with lavender haze, with straight women describing their relationships as lavender) and centring herself in queer spaces (like the you need to calm down music video) but no one will be angry that she’s not gay. And a lot will probably be grateful that she actually explicitly stated for the record to absolve any confusion. The main issue would likely be other fans ramping up the death threats and bullying.

In conclusion: these people who do queer analysis of Taylor’s work are not trying to out her or make her gay etc. if you don’t understand it that’s fine it’s clearly not for you and you can go quite easily without seeing any of it. It’s not illegal to read works through a queer lens and if it means more people know about queer history then I think that’s a very good thing.

I changed my mind after looking at what a lot of people are actually saying rather than what people perceive them to be saying and maybe you will too?

Just be kinder to people online please and if you don’t like what people are saying block them and do not engage!

#taylor swift #long post #gaylor #gaylor swift #friend of dorothea #friends of dorothea #lgbtqia

[chaewon2000lover]

Return on investment. Part 1 of 2.

Male reader x Kim chaewon

2.5k words.

tags, wholesome, standing sex, pussy eating.

“Click” “Click” “Click”“Click”“Click” “Click” “Click “Click”“Click” “Click” “Click” “Click”

“Uhh, god finally done”

you look to the side past your many monitors and across your desk where your phone lays buzzing.

“Unforgiven I’m a villain, I’m a”

you swipe at it and it turns off.

“Huh, that always manages to cheer me up at the end of a hard day managing way to much of way to many peoples money, I’m so happy I made her new song my ‘work over’ alarm”

as you stand up to leave shortly after turning your seemingly endless wall of monitors off, you remember that checking your phone might be a good idea, considering that your girlfriend will be in New York soon.

“I know you just got done working, see you tomorrow xxx”

attached was a picture you were not completely sure you should be looking at right now as you walked down the halls towards the elevator, though as per usual you were probably the only human in the building.

“they should really just let me set up an office from my own home”

regardless you opened it.

“god I can’t wait to have her in my hands, her perfect perky breasts her slightly protruding hips attached to her perfect little butt, and sitting on top of all that what must be the most perfect face in the world currently adorned with an amazing expression” you think.

“hope you have that same outfit tomorrow 😍😍😍😳😳”

“haha I’ll see if they’ll lend it to me, maybe you could buy it🤔🤔🐯”

“Maybe maybe 🤔, How are you ever going to pay me back for this🤔🤔”

“you’ll find out exactly how tomorrow❤️‍🔥”

“Ohh yeah, what can you do for me that I can’t just buy?”

“This

I know how much you want to touch and hold this”

“an older one i like it”

“And also these abs, I know you can’t buy any common whore in America or anywhere with abs as nice as mine or a face as lovely”

“did the sweet Angel just say whore”

“Tomorrow I won’t just say it”

“Okay chae as per usual you win, I don’t need to blow my load while driving”

“your driving, why didn’t you put it on voice call yet?”

“I though you were with your members?”

“ohh yeah, that’s true😙”

“You know what chae if you weren’t so incredibly adorable you would be so annoying to deal with”

“Hey that maybe be true but you best treat me nicer tomorrow, especially if you want this adorable idol to be yours to play with”

“okay I’m sorry chae😥😥, but remember who paid to upgrade your flight and who paid to put you and your members in the top suite”

“okay, sorry how about we settle it tomorrow?❤️‍🔥, also all the girls are loving it, though they won’t stop asking me who paid for it”

“just tell them it’s an adoring fan, or even better your sugar daddy😳😹😹”

“whatever, are you still driving?”

“yeah it’s a long way around NY, I’ll show you tomorrow”

“I’ll look forward to it love you xxx”

“love you to xxxx”

As you fell asleep, all you were able to think about is her body and how it will feel, you’d been nervous before but nothing can compare to this feeling.

And now the day has finally come you stand outside the venue, leaning against your favourite car a new Ferrari 296 GT3 barely road legal and not the most comfortable but it sure does draw a lot of looks and it would right now if you weren’t in a remote part of the parking lot.

“hopefully chae won’t be able to notice how little sleep I got” You think aloud to yourself.

You just learnt what can top the nerves from last night, the nerves you are feeling as you see a little speck getting closer, slowly it becomes bigger brighter and more human like, as you can begin to properly make it out, you know its her getting closer and closer you can recognise the outfit she’s wearing, and chuckle a little to yourself.

“Baby, you got the outfit, how much is it gonna cost me” you quip.

she doesn’t reply instead she just jumps into you, to which of course you open your arms and wrap them around her.

“Your so warm”

“thanks chae it’s good to know that I’m a effective hot pack”

you lift her up and swing her tiny frame around a little before kissing her, your mouth barely touching hers as you spin her around.

“mmh”

with that little sound from her you place her down.

and bend down to kiss her on the cheek.

“get in the car let’s go to a restaurant then we can get back to my place”

“What kind of restaurant?”

“whatever kind you want? This is New York you can get anything you want, at least if you know the right person and you’ve got the money and trust me I’ve got both”

“ohh yeah, you make it sound like your in the mafia” she giggles

“Well I’ve got all the connections to be, it kinda comes with the job”

“Okay bad boy” she giggles “why don’t we have some Italian then”

“you really want me to be in the mafia eh, but yeah sure”

“I can see why you became a fund manager now” she quips

“why because I’m so charismatic“ you say as you start the car and it roars to life.

“no, it’s because your jokes are terrible, so your better off being serious, it suits you well” she says giggling.

“wow thanks chae, maybe I’ll show you how serious I can get later” you say slightly seductively.

“Maybe” she says as you look to the side to see that she’s taken her hat off and placed it on the dash.

You pat her head, and run your fingers through her hair “god I still can’t believe your finally sitting next to me”

“Neither can I”

“you know chae, you really are quite small” you say while looking straight ahead focusing on controlling this far to fast car.

“well your not that big either, how tall even are you” chae says with a tinge of offence and a small pout on her face.

“ohh yeah, let’s see about that in a few” you say with a suggesting tone, “also I’m 5,9 thank you very much”

Chae blushes a bit and then says “hmm must be how skinny you are”

“I prefer lean” you say feigning offence, “maybe we’ll see what you really think of my body later”

Chae giggles and nods

then she says something that surprises you. “Did you sleep last night?”

“you know I usually can’t sleep easily let alone well, 6-7 hours is my norm, what with the stress and anxiety from the billions of other peoples money i manage”, though you sort of forget to mention that last night you probably got 3 to 4 hours of sleep due to her.

Now you’re standing in front of a fancy Italian restaurant, with chae right next to you. “Don’t you think I’m not dressed up enough for this?” She says.

“maybe but who cares, there’s no need to worry about other people looking at you I booked a private booth”

“really, but it looks so expensive” she say’s almost hesitantly.

You nod “that’s because it is, but I think I’ll get my return soon enough”

she giggles “sure mafia man”

you chuckle and walk her in, past the lady at the front desk who points you to your booth, (which is just big enough to hide you two away in a corner).

as you two sit and eat dinner you talk about her tour, your investments (only for a little while) and more, she mainly talks about how nice the food is which your happy to hear, she even takes a few pictures (probably for her Instagram).

soon the hour or so flys by and you two are out and on the way back to your home.

eventually through the silence caused by the impending interest and excitement, you slow your Ferrari down and pull into the parking garage just outside your home.

“It’s uhh, just over there” you say with a dry cough and point her towards your place.

“Where?” she asks.

You grab her hand “oh whatever, don’t worry I’ll just take you, come on” you do just what you said you would and chaewon blushes instantly.

You lead her up into the elevator, “which floor are you on” she asks sweetly.

“Top floor” you reply only thinking about what your going to do once you get there.

A deafening silence falls upon you two, until you reach the top floor and you both spill towards your place, past some other apartments and towards yours.

as soon as you enter you grab chae by her shoulder, “take your top off” you say filled with desire.

she does as told and tosses her hat to the side, then you pull her gloves off, her shoes already lay at the entrance, she pushes you towards the bedroom and you drag her while only stopping to take the last bit of an article of clothing off.

until you arrive, her pushing you onto the bed in just a bra and panties and you underneath her with just your boxer shorts on.

“Versace, I like it” she giggles.

“thanks” you say with a grin.

you reverse the position and put her down on the bed flat on her back, then you slide down and teeth her panties off.

The first flick of your tongue hits her lower lips, making her shiver in anticipation.

“Ohh god, keep going” she beckons you.

You begin by licking, flicking and slurping away at her sweet pussy enjoying all the sweet sweat and pussy juices you can get.

her tightening caverns and vast folds capture your full interest as you do a deep dive into them, similar to how you dive head first into an promising investment opportunity, you thoroughly check and explore everything, what if I move my tongue like this over here, what about over there, what if I flick at this and then massage it gently, what does this part taste like, all these questions enter your head and you explore them without fail, making the sweet sexy lady you love writhe squirm and twitch in pleasure, her hands finding you head to twist your hair and push you further onto her, proving her love for your explorations, her own mouth to busy letting out sweet sensual sounds to form coherent confirmations.

your hands slide around behind her and grab at her cute rear, you squeeze it, toy with it, and fondle it all while still serving her front flawlessly, her cute body only serves a reply in the form of more squirming under your control, your every flick, lick, slurp, grab, squeeze, and touch elicits a sensual reaction from her.

Her being in this moment is the greatest mix of cute and sexy, the way she lulls you in further while still seeming to have no previous experience of her own, makes you both want to laugh and ravage her body.

You pull away from her deciding with her sensitivity that now is the best time to strike, you crawl up her body your hand back in front now playing with her small mounds instead of her cute ass, your tongue now sliding its way up her beautiful defined sweating body till it reaches her succulent mouth, and you lay just above her ready to impale her onto your cock whenever ready, “You ready baby” you ask into her ear.

“Please” she moans into yours, you gently bite down on her ear, and begin to slowly push your sizeable rod into her soft pussy.

“Ahh, ohh” she moans sweet but lustful, angelic but sultry moans into your perked ears.

you slowly pick the pace up pushing in and out of her slowly and delicately with deliberate intent and control behind each stroke similar to that of a master painter except instead of a brush you use your rod, and the picture you paint is that of great pleasure and beauty.

Your mouth latch’s back onto her’s, salvia being exchanged between them like the stocks you trade all day long, you explore your options that you now own inside her mouth, the returns look and more importantly feel great, you use your tongue to tug at and twirl around hers.

Your hands get more grabby, more aggressive, greed is common in what you do, and while you can control it all day long in this very moment you let it run wild, doing what you want with your hands, your mouth doing it’s thing too wildly exploring the most lucrative unexplored territory in history, even more then some gold mine in Peru.

You and Chae trade muffle moans and words of confirmation between your mouths, you bite down on her lips making her pussy twitch around your cock, clearly the roughness turns her on.

So you decide to rub and pinch her nipples, this pushes her and she gets hotter and hornier, the more you do the hungrier you get, and the closer you get too.

You decide to take what you want, so you wrap your hands around her and lift her off the bed, holding her in air, “ohh, god, what are you doing” she mumbles.

“giving you it as rough as you so want” you say before bringing her down slowly onto your cock, the angle changes the way it feels for both of you, for her it feels like being slowly impaled and she loves it, for you the mix of control and depth feels incredible.

You bounce her up and down faster and faster each time on top of your cock eliciting many sweet moans escaping her mouth.

you build till your at a rapid pace, slamming Chae’s body up and down on your cock making it disappear and then reappear again and again, her moans at a similarly rapid pace fill your expensive room.

“Chae I’m getting close” you say in one short puff of air.

“so, am, I” she moans having to gather her breath between each word.

Your mouths collide again like they are at war over ownership, your hands begin grabbing at the butt that they hold up, and you continue bouncing Chae up and down at a breakneck speed.

Her cute bum and lovely tongue push you closer and closer to your breaking point.

“oh my god, that’s so good” she moans in delight.

Soon you feel the need for release, so you throw Chae back up and then plunge her back down fully inserting her onto your rod, making her scream and start shooting her juices onto your body as you launch yours into hers.

As you come to an end riding out the high, Chaewon nestles her head into your neck, you feel her warm breath on your skin, as you both relax.

You whisper into her ear “Chae I’m going to work hard until the company lets me start working from home, and at that point I’m going to move to Korea.”

She giggles “okay, I’ll look forward to that mafia man.” And immediately after finishing her sentence she falls asleep on your shoulder.

You gently carry her to your bed and lie her down alongside yourself, and slowly you too drift to sleep, the only thing on your mind how much you love this woman.

To be continued.

#kpop smut #kpop gg #kpop #kpop fanfic #le serrafim #kim chaewon #male reader #ferrari

[bloatedandalone04]

Against All Odds - Part 2

➪the one where bradley pushes away his pride and finally admits to himself what he already knew, that you are his number one priority.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of injuries, descriptions of injuries, arguments, break ups, bradley is a major dick in this

Word Count: 3.8k | Part 1

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Bradley had to blink away the sleep in his eyes as he quickly sat up, his phone nearly falling from his hand as he brought it up to his ear. “Baby,” he said desperately as he called you back. 

It rang and rang until he was beginning to think he had completely blown it, then the call connected. He was met with silence, but you had actually picked up, so he knew you could hear him.

“Y/n,” he hesitantly said, his heart beating loudly in his ears as he heard your quiet inhale. 

“Bradley?” Your sweet voice called his name, and Bradley felt his eyes sting a bit as he sat up and planted his feet onto the carpet to ensure he was stable and not dreaming this.

“Babygirl,” he rasped, his body full of adrenaline even though he had just woken up. His face was as sore as anything else and his body ached, but he was talking to you for the first time in months. The only thing that would make it better would be if you were actually here with him. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

He heard you sniff quietly on the other end, and he knew you were beginning to cry. His heart ached to be with you right now and his fingers were begging to be able to wipe away your pretty tears. 

You didn’t say anything and he was desperate to hear your voice again and get you talking to him. “Y/n,” he called softly. “Talk to me, baby, please.”

He hears you sniff again before you mumble. “I don’t know what to say,”

“Anything,” he answered instantly. “Say anything, please. Yell at me, call me a selfish asshole, tell me that you hate me. Just don’t hang up.”

“I don’t hate you, Bradley,” you tell him quietly, making his heart race as you confess that he was wrong in thinking you’ve spent the last couple months despising him. “And you’re not a selfish asshole.”

He could’ve cried at that if he wasn’t too focused on trying to figure out what to say next that will keep you talking to him. “I’m so sorry,” he said again, his voice hoarse and his face aching. “I’ll keep saying I’m sorry for the rest of my life. I need you, Y/n.”

“Bradley,” you trail off, your tone quiet and your breathing uneven. “It’s been months.”

“I know,” he said quickly. “Trust me, I know. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since…since I broke up with you. That has been the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my entire life. I can’t believe I talked to you like that. Fuck, you deserve so much better.”

You were quiet for a bit and he began to think he had run out of time with you, but then you spoke softly, “I’m sorry about last night. I watched a bit of it, but I couldn’t bring myself to see the end. I guess you lost, huh?” 

Fuck, he almost wish you got to see him get his ass handed to him. It’s the least you deserved, to watch the guy who broke your heart get his face beaten in. “I’m glad you didn’t,” he admitted. Then he clued in to what you said and a small smile formed on his lips as he asked, “You still watch the matches?”

“Sometimes,” 

Bradley wasn’t sure whether or not he should feel relieved or guilty. He leaned back on the couch and draped his free arm over his sore abs as he sat in silence for a few seconds. He wanted you back, more than anything else in the world. He knew now what he should’ve known before, and that is that he’d do anything for you. 

You wanted him to give up his career? He will. He’d get an office job if it meant he got to have you back in his life. 

You wanted to have a house together? He’ll get the papers ready that confirms it within a few days. 

You wanted him to take you and your relationship seriously? You’ll be his number one priority for the rest of his life, like you should have been since the very beginning. 

“Baby,” he nearly whimpered. “I miss you so much. Every fucking day.”

He dreaded your next words, unsure if he should even be telling you that he missed you right now, but he was never good at keeping his thoughts to himself. That was one of the things that caused you to leave him, and that really fucking hurt to think about. 

Thankfully, you saved him from hurting even more by whispering, “I miss you, too,”

He knew he was going too fast, but he couldn’t help it. He needed to see you, face to face. He needed to tell you how sorry he is in person. “Y/n,” he begged. “Come over, babygirl. Please.”

-

“Bradley, what the fuck were you thinking?” You nearly yell as you carry more than half his body weight while you guide him into the house. “He could’ve killed you. Why do you insist on getting so damn cocky every time you’re in that stupid ring?”

“Enough, baby,” he muttered as he pulled away from you and limped his way into the living room. Truthfully, he probably needed your help right now in order to fix up the wounds he received, but not if it meant you were going to baby him like you were his mother. “It’s fine.”

Of course you weren’t going to let him off easy. You never did and it was usually something he appreciated, but he was really fucking annoyed right now and just wanted to end the day with you in bed, but you looked as energized as ever. “It’s fine? It’s fine? Bradley, it’s not fine!”

He huffed and sat down on the couch, lifting his sore hand and massaging his knuckles. “Fuck off,” he said under his breath, not at all saying it to you but about his current situation. He just wanted to sleep off the events of the night, and you weren’t letting up. 

Maybe he should have been clearer about that, though. “Fuck off? Seriously, Bradley?”

He held back an eye roll as he leaned back against the couch. “I wasn’t saying it to you, come on, baby,”

You glared at him. “Who were you saying it to then? ‘Cause if you haven’t realized, I’m the only one here. I’m always the only one here. It’s me who has to clean you up whenever you get the shit beaten out of you, and it’s me who has to haul you all the way home since you won’t let anyone else touch you,”

Bradley did roll his eyes this time. “Sue me for only wanting my girlfriend to take care of me,” he grunted, pressing his thumb harshly against his bruised knuckles. “You do realize that’s what you are right? You’re my girlfriend, not my fucking mom, so can we please drop this and go to bed?”

You laughed. “Why? So you can just forget about it? You do this every time, Bradley and I’m getting pretty fucking tired of it,”

“Oh, cry me a river, Y/n,” he huffed as you stepped towards him. “You knew what you were getting into when you said yes to going out with me five fucking years ago. Why is it such a problem now?”

You cross your arms, your gaze softening a bit. You hated arguing with Bradley, and while you didn’t do it all the time, it was something that had been happening quite often as of lately. “It’s always been a problem, Bradley. You know I hate seeing you get hurt,” 

Bradley looked up at you and his hard gaze, too, faded a bit. “It’s part of my job, babygirl. You know that,” he reminded you and tried to keep the irritation out of his voice. “You said you supported me.”

“I do,” you say, a bit offended as you stand in front of him. “But I don’t support the guy you become when you think things are too easy for you. Why do you instigate things with the guys you fight? You always end up eating your words when they put you back in your place. It’s like you go out of your way to put on a good show or something, and I’m the one who’s left to look after you when it’s over. It’s hard on me, baby. I hate seeing you get hurt and you seem to get a kick out of it.”

Bradley pressed his palm flat against his bruised face as he tried to think of a rational way to respond to you. He did not want to be talking about this right now, and you showed no signs of giving him the fucking break he was craving. He knew you were just worried about him and he loved you for it, so he was trying hard to not go off on you since you really didn’t deserve it, but it was taking a lot out of him to keep calm. He felt like he was being interrogated, and he felt like he needed to remind you once again that you are his partner, not his parent. 

“It’s my job,” he said again, this time not doing much to keep the annoyance out of his voice. “I’m supposed to entertain people.”

“Not by going out of your way and ensuring you walk away with a beaten up face, Bradley,” you counter, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself. “That’s not entertaining, it’s scary. You don’t care what happens to you as long as you get what you want out of it, and it’s scary. You scare me sometimes, Bradley.”

While on a normal night your words would’ve had him straightening up his act a bit and apologizing, the events leading up to this moment have him feeling more pissed off than understanding. 

Things were going well for him a few hours ago, and he just started his sixth round with Banks Harper when you tried giving him a pep talk that felt more like a lecture. Your scolds were all he could think about as he threw his first punch, then he spewed out some dumb line about how his mother could fight better than Banks, and then he was getting the shit beaten out of him. 

It wasn’t your fault he lost tonight, but he was far too stubborn to think that it was his own right now. “I scare you?” He asked with a humorless laugh, and by the look of surprise on your face he knew that wasn’t the response you were expecting from him. He pushed himself up so he was towering over you, using his height and build in ways he used against his opponents, not while he was with his sweet girlfriend. “Why the fuck are you with me then? Huh? Why the fuck are you here?”

You stare up at him with hurt evident in your eyes. “I’m here because I love you, Bradley,” you weakly answer. “Because I don’t believe in throwing away five years just because you don’t know how or when to stop.” 

Bradley could see how much his harsh words were affecting you, but he was fired up now and you weren’t offering him the escape from it all like you usually did. You were adding to his frustrations instead of helping him get rid of them. “So you don’t believe in me. Is that what you’re saying?”

“No!” You yell and drop your arms to your sides. “That’s not what I’m saying at all! You’re putting words in my mouth. I’ve been your biggest supporter ever since we started dating and I still support you now, I-”

“Still? You still support me now?” He asked as he stepped closer to you. Your eyes were pleading with him now and if he had half a mind he’d shut up and whisk you away to bed so he could apologize to you while holding you in his arms. But he was running off of the small amount of adrenaline he had left in him, and it was making his brain feel a bit fuzzy. “Then fucking act like it. Maybe, I don’t know, don’t question me on everything little fucking thing I do. If I want to talk shit to the guys I fight then I will. You don’t get to fucking control me or what I do when I give you everything you could ever need. I provide you with everything, the least you could do is act a little grateful, not jump on me as soon as we get home. Just…get off my back, alright? Fuck.”

You cower away from him a bit as tears sting your eyes. You were glaring at him now and trying to fight off the way your lip was quivering, but you were feeling hurt at this point and he still wasn’t seeing it from your perspective. “I’m not trying to control you, Bradley, I…” you trail off, looking down at the floor as the first of many tears begin to fall. “I can’t believe you actually said that to me.”

Bradley rolled his eyes and walked past you, the adrenaline doing a fine job at keeping his body upright and taking away the pain he will be feeling later. “What? Can’t believe what? That I won’t let you walk all over me? You can say all this bullshit about me but then get mad when I throw it back at you,” he muttered. “Real original, baby.”

“Bradley,” you gasped as you turned to him and tugged on his arm. “What the hell. All I wanted was for you to see things how I see them, that’s all. Maybe if you did then-”

“Oh, my fucking- you’re still going on about that? Enough, Y/n,” he raised his voice in a tone he never used with you before. You step away from him, putting some much needed distance between the two of you. “I swear, sometimes you’re so damn unbearable, I’m surprised I haven’t pulled out all my fucking hair. Take the fucking hint and leave me the fuck alone, okay? I don’t want to talk to you right now. At all.”

And maybe the two of you would’ve been fine if you had just left it at that. Maybe you both would have slept it off, made up the following morning.

But then you wiped at your eyes as you tried to find the courage to de-escalate things. “I just-”

And he reached his breaking point and turned back around to face you. “Jesus Christ, when will you learn to shut up? Seriously, shut up,” he yelled. “I’m so fucking sick of talking about this. We could have avoided all of this if you hadn’t decided to act like my mother as soon as we walked through the fucking door. I can’t deal with this right now. I can’t deal with you. Fuck, just go. Leave. I don’t want you here anymore, not if you’re going to treat me like a fucking child.”

Your eyes widened a bit, your mouth parting in a silent plea. Surely he didn’t mean that, right? 

Wrong. “I mean it, Y/n,” he rasped as he turned back around and headed towards the bedroom. The same one he had shared with you, officially, for three months. Unofficially for five years. “Get the fuck out.”

-

Bradley wished he had let Nat take better care of him last night. Maybe she could’ve helped prevent his face from looking this fucking bad. Without proper care for them, the bruises worsened overnight and his left eye was half closed because of the darkened skin around it.

He looked terrible, but still he found himself feeling happy because you would be here soon. 

You were coming here, to him.

He could look as bad as he wanted, it still wouldn’t dampen the mood he is in at the fact that he would finally get to see you again after spending so long without you. 

Though, he was sure you would hate his current appearance. You never did like seeing him like this, and he wished he won last night and didn’t let himself get knocked around so much if he knew there was a chance he could get you back the next day.

His heart skipped multiple beats at that. 

He was a few minutes away from possibly getting you back, from being the one who receives all your love and affection like he had been for five years. He’d be damned if he fucked this up. 

Minutes that feel like hours pass before he hears quiet knocking on the door, and Bradley had to take a second to compose himself before he embarrassed himself by rambling as soon as he saw you. 

He made it to the door in three strides and took less than a second to open it. 

For the first time in months Bradley felt like his world was falling back into place. His heart leaped in his bruised chest and his arms begged the rest of him to take you into them. 

He longed for the sweet scent of vanilla you always seemed to emit, and he was desperate to know if you still fit perfectly against him. He knew you did, but he wanted to prove it to the few doubts that ran around in his head. 

“Baby,” he rasped, his voice rough and breathless as he took you in.

You hadn’t changed at all, not really. You effortlessly made the grey sweatpants and black tee you wore look like the most beautiful outfit he had ever seen you in, and he knew if he looked close enough he might be able to tell if your hair had grown out a bit or not, but he was mainly focusing on your achingly pretty face. 

“Bradley,” you said back, equally as quiet. 

Then he was taking one step towards you and you were meeting him way more than half way by jumping into his arms. Your legs wrap around his waist as his hands instinctively grab onto the undersides of your thighs, and you fit perfectly against him. 

The impact of your body crashing against his had him holding back a grunt as his chest was still extremely sore, but he needed this. He needed you, and he was fucking kidding himself when he tried to think otherwise. 

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, burying his face in the space between your neck and shoulder. Not being able to stop himself, he kissed the skin there multiple times as he felt his eyes sting with unshed tears. “So fucking sorry. I can’t believe I said all that shit to you.”

He pulled away in order to make eye contact with you, finding your eyes in a similar state as his. 

“I was out of my fucking mind, babygirl,” he murmured, brushing his nose against yours as he spoke the words you’ve been wanting to hear for weeks now. “Completely out of my mind. You’re everything to me, baby, you always have been. Always will be.” 

No more words were said after that as you both gave each other a look of consent before Bradley was closing the distance between you completely and kissing you deeply. Your hands slide up and tangle in his hair, tugging on it in the way that still drove him crazy. 

Your lips mesh together like no time at all has passed. One of his own hands reached up and gripped the side of your face gently, his fingers curling around your jaw and angling your head a bit as the kiss progressed. 

“I missed you,” you confessed when you pulled away for air, your eyes softening at the bruises around his eyes and on his nose. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. You’re right, I should’ve been, I-”

Bradley shook his head quickly, effectively cutting you off with the simple movement. “No, I wasn’t,” he corrected you. “I was wrong about everything. About all of it. I’m just a big fucking idiot. I can’t believe I said all that to you. I was mad and embarrassed and you were just trying to help me. God, you’re so perfect, babygirl. You’re too good for me, I don’t deserve you and I never did. I know that, but I love you. So fucking much. There’s no one else for me except you.”

Your fingers gently trace the edges of his wounds, your slightly wet lips quivering a bit as you took in both his words and appearance. 

He sounded as broken as he looked, and the sight had your heart aching in your chest painfully. “Bradley,” you whisper, closing your eyes and kissing his forehead as your tears begin to steadily fall. “You really don’t see yourself in the way I see you, huh?”

Your breathless laugh has a smile forming on his lips as he shakes his head again and pulls you close to him once more. “I’m an idiot,”

“You’re everything,” you say and wrap your arms tightly around his shoulders. “I want you to be happy, and if you weren’t happy with me then that was okay. I didn’t want to hold you back, I still don’t want to hold you back. If you still want me, I promise, I will be your number one supporter forever. I’ll get over everything and be on your team again. I’ll be in your corner whenever you’re in that ring, I swear.”

Bradley let out a laugh mixed with a cry. “I still want you, baby,” he promised, holding your body close to his. “I’ll always want you. Always. You make me happy. I was the one who ruined everything, not you. This is all on me.”

You pull back, grinning at the way his arms reluctantly loosened around you. “I love you,” 

He leans in and kisses you, pulling your chest completely against his as he stepped back into his house and kicked the door closed. “I love you,” he said back, kissing you again as he stumbled his way into the living room. “I love you so much.”

He repeated it as he settled on the couch above you, wrapped up in your arms now. 

“Take me back,” he begged, kissing along your neck as your hands trailed through his hair. “Please, take me back. Stay here with me, please.”

You take his face in your hands and press a soft but firm kiss to his mouth, soothing the sting of his bruises with the pads of your thumbs. “Always,” you promised, and Bradley knew there was a lot more you and he needed to talk about, but he was okay with just being with you like this until that time came.

-

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[miioouu]

I think about Camgirl x soap….maybe part 2??

Haha, finally done with university so now i have all the time in the world to think and drool over hot fictional men with you all!!! Here’s part one of this. TW: smut, phone sex, female reader WC: 950 

Weeks pass since you and your favourite fan started talking. Although you've learned a bit about him, never his name “Call me Soap, kitten. Sounds hot when you do” And now you don't have to wonder what he sounds like. If you think his comments in the chat are lewd, you're not ready for the voice messages he leaves you past midnight. 

Breathy whispers, low groans and whines; he told you he has to keep quiet, he shares a room with his colleagues, and yet, he can't help it, it's become a routine for the both of you now. You wait for your screen to light up, a giddy smile on your face when you press the play button “Thought ‘bout you all day long bonnie. Sucked at practice today, my aim’s shitty because of you now, might lose my job because of you, sweet kitty” He always starts the blaming, making you roll your eyes as you bite your lip, waiting in anticipation for what's coming next. The sound of his sheets being shifted under his weight, he hisses when the bed creaks a little too loudly, it makes you giggle the way he blames you some more. “But you'd like that, eh? If I lost my job? You'd love it, all my attention would be on you, not like it's not now…you're always on my mind, those pretty tits of yours. Gosh those perky nipples, wanna suck on ‘em'' His breathing becomes heavy, and so does yours. It doesn't take a genius to know that he's slipping his hand under his boxers, the sound of the elastic softly smacking against his skin is an obvious indicator, and you can't help but join him. “Want my hands all over you, pretty girl. I know you want it too, yeah? So soft I bet. So plush, just want to bite you, and leave my mark on ya.” 

And he blames you again “So far away from me. If you were here, it would be your hand wrapped around my cock, kitty. And if I’m lucky enough maybe it would be your mouth, yeah?” He takes in a sharp breath, and so do you. You exhale shakily as your fingers dip under your cotton panties, sucking your teeth at how wet you are, maybe you should send him a picture? He deserves it after all. The tip of your digits brushing against your twitching clit, and you huff, imagining, and being sure that his hands would feel a lot better; rough and calloused against your soft skin, it would feel like heaven. “Fuck, I can already picture it, bonnie. Those sweet lips of yours, you know I love it when you put on that red lipstick too. Can you imagine it, how it would leave a pretty ring around my dick? So pretty, all yours to taste too.” He hums, the sound of his slick can be faintly heard in the background of the voice message. You drooled at the thought, making you think about how he’d taste. Salty, a little sour maybe? Maybe even with a hint of sweetness, the guy is in shape and cares about his health. If not for the military, for you; the pride that swells in his chest whenever you mention how badly you want to bite his arm, how much you need to lick on his abs. The image alone flusters you. You groan as you push your panties down, they frustrate you as you keep drawing tight circles against your bundle of nerves, trying to match his pace. You know how he likes it too, he’s spoken about it before; “Slow kitty… I like the build up. Slow and nice, not too tightly. And then my mind starts to wander, to you and that silk blue set, and I go crazy. I can’t help it, ok? Wanna know how tight you’d be around me.” 

“Or maybe, if the Gods are on my side, I can feel that pretty cunny of yours, eh? What do you say? I think she’d love me. God, kitty, I wanna stretch you out. Wanna make you cry on it, wanna make you bounce on it, wanna make you cream on it. Gosh kitty, I bet you’d love it. I’d fuck you so good, I promise you I will, so good you’d forget about those silicon toys of yours, they can’t compare. I’ll make it so you can’t think about anyone but me, no one will ever make you feel the way I’ll make you feel sweetheart.”  

His voice is rough and breathless, like he’s slowly descending to madness, slowly ascending to heaven. The rest of his message is the echoing of his groans and shallow breaths, it’s like he’s biting his lip to not let out a too loud noise. He spits on his sensitive tip, letting if ooze down his length and the thought of it alone is making your arch your back. He’s so good at it, he should’ve been the one on the screen, he’d make millions from his voice and heavy accent alone. It’s the repeating whispers of your name that gave him away and pushed you over the edge. You moan out his ‘name’ again, you let it roll out your tongue like a prayer, Goodness, you needed him badly too. He deserves a reward no? The man that got you obsessed and delusional, he deserves a picture of your drenched fingers pulled apart and connected with your juices. He also deserves that last message you sent before completely shutting off your phone to mellow down your excitement and anxiety “Maybe you will feel ‘that pretty cunny’ soon, mmm? What do you think?”

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[meechlamajor]

most definitelyyyy need that part 2 of the juju hcs

JUJU WATKINS AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND: NSFW HEADCANONS

The sex playlist is on ten!

I could imagine there being tons of slow songs. Juju likes to update it regularly because she feels so connected to music that’s played. I could see “Close” by Ella Mai making an appearance 👀.

Dom or sub?

I can see Juju as both honestly— so a switch. I can’t even lie I feel like Juju as a sub would really interesting though, to say the least. As for her dom side, she likes to make you beg for it and can sometimes get a little aggressive. I wouldn’t take her for the marking type, though. If she were going to leave marks they would probably be small hickies on your neck. Like one or two.

How does she approach sex?

Juju just gives me such bold vibes I get butterflies thinking about it 😭. I think she’d be straightforward about it. In my opinion doing means so much more than saying, so it feels like she’d probably make the majority of the first moves.

Imagine this: Juju is filming for her partnership with NerdWallet and you two are in her dressing room waiting someone to get started on her makeup.

You sat on the couch, texting while Juju sat in a chair in front of a mirror. She stole glances at you, dressed in a simple outfit of jeans and her hoodie. You could feel her intense stare. Your eyes finally caught one others, her own drawing you in (no but rlly like why are her eyes so captivating 😅).

“Come here, baby,” she spoke, keeping eye contact with her through the mirror.

You rose from the loveseat, and stood behind Juju’s chair, your arms snaking around her neck. “What’s up, baby?”

She looked up at you, but your eyes were still focused on the mirror. Her shirt had ridden up, exposing her abs that you loved so dearly.

Without words, she placed open-mouthed, wet kisses on your neck.

“I think… we… have time for a quickie,” Juju breathed out in between kisses.

Your own breathing became heavy as the heartbeat between your legs pitter-pattered.

And of course, you wouldn’t decline. “Bend me over the desk.”

Toys?

Juju likes toys, but she doesn’t like to “overdo” it. To her, there’s nothing better than watching you make a mess on her fingers.

I could see her getting you a pair of vibrating panties (🧍🏾‍♀️) just to watch you squirm (don’t jump me for this one guys i’m sorry!!). She’d ask you to wear them at the worst times ever.

She’d definitely have some interesting stuff up her sleeve.

Slow or fast?

I feel like in most cases Juju would actually like to take her time! Like just to be sure that you feel everything and a lot of times the music (mentioned earlier? often sets the tone and fits the vibe. She definitely thinks that sex is more than just sex, but it’s also a commitment from both parties. It’s a vulnerable act for the both of you and Juju thinks it should be treated as such.

She wouldn’t hesitate to do whatever to make you comfortable or light some candles for you.

Aftercare!

Juju would draw up a bath for you to soothe your sore limbs. As an athlete I’m pretty sure she knows tons of remedies. She’d get you your favorite food, set out a fresh change of clothes for you, clean up while you relax, and maybe even give you a little massage.

I might add though that chances are high that y’all will go at it again.

AUTHOR’S NOTE!

leaving this here 😍 thank you guys for all of the love i’ve been receiving! i really appreciate it guys!

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[rayassecretlife]

It was always you

Pairing: Aged up!19 year old Neteyam Sully x Fem!Omaticaya!Reader

PLEASE READ PART 1 AND PART 2 FIRST.

Summary: after the blow up at your party, you run away from the clan in thoughts nobody would know where you had gone—but of course, there was always him.

Warning(s): smuttt (MINORS DNI), slow burn kinda, Neteyam being a cry baby/manipulator, mentions of ab*se, death, self h*rm, slight breeding kink if you squint, praise kink

Not proof read!!!! Tumblr kept logging me out and I got mad so… but no word count, just know it’s long asf.

It was pathetic really. The crying mess you were in front of Eywa, you couldn’t believe this was how your birthday was going to end. That familiar urge to hurt yourself only burning your mind harder then ever.

“Oh Eywa, why have you turned your back on me? Take me, please just take me” Your knees buckle and you practically sink to the floor, head falling into your hands as your sobs began to break through your chest. You had so many emotions, so many regrets and wishes. You wanted it to stop, to be gone from the pain you felt.

“Y/N” The voice approached making you stand to your feet, pulling your knife to separate you and the boy before he could get any closer. “Y/N, what are you-“

“Go away, Neteyam. Please just…just go away!” You cry, moving closer to him with the blade towards his chest, but he wouldn’t move. He knew you wouldn’t hurt him, trying your hardest to yell at him without giving up. “I don’t want to hurt you”

“You won’t hurt me” He steps closer to you, his hand gently grabbing yours, removing the knife from your hand in fear you might hurt yourself. “It’s okay, it’ll all be okay” You push him away from you with a sob, voice hitching in your throat as you tired to talk.

“D-Don’t touch me! You need to leave, Neteyam” He shakes his head and you whine, bottom lip stuck between your lip as fear began to fill your body. You couldn’t let him get any closer, his scent was worse now, calling to you desperately and your body wanted to give in so badly. “Please, I can’t do this”

Neteyam felt everything you did, he knew why you were pushing him away but he didn’t care, he was so tired of waiting. “Why are you running from this? Do you not…like me?” Your eyes soften at his worried tone, shaking your head as you wiped your cheeks.

“I’m leaving, Nete” Your words made him stop, forehead creasing at your words. “I’m leaving the forest” His eyes burned with confusion but his heart felt like it had been torn in two, struggling to find the right words.

“What… I—you said—“ The boy looks down, a million thoughts filling his head as he thought back to the party, feeling his eyes water but he couldn’t show you that. He couldn’t cry, so he did the next best thing. “So you were going to kiss me at the party and then just leave? Just like that?”

Your eyes shut with a sigh, hearing the peeking anger in his voice. His eyes were swelling with tears before you, imagining a world without you in it was not something he wanted, his heart breaking at the thought.

“I tried to hold myself back, I really tried, Teyam—but you… I can’t stay away from you, and I can’t ignore the feeling I get when I’m around you” You cry, realizing you were practically admitting to him, watching his angry expression shield his sadness. “You should go”

You turn to leave but he doesn’t let you, gripping your shoulder to turn you back around forcefully. “Why? To make it easy for you? So you can just leave and leave me by myself? How could you ask me to forget you? To forget everything we’ve been though!”

“You don’t think this hurts me, too?! Having to leave you? Having to leave the clan? There’s no place for me here, Neteyam. I go home and get beat every fucking day! I can’t escape him, I need to leave to be safe!”

“I’ve spent years protecting you, Y/N! Constantly trying to convince you to stay with me, following you through the woods to make sure you were okay, having guards go scouting with you if i couldn’t, I did it all! I did it all because I fucking love you!”

“Netey-“

“Making birthday dinners with my mother, picking fights with any guy who even got close to you, spending my nights holding you while you slept through your nightmares, it was me! It was all me!”

Tears stream down your face as you watch him fall apart before you, clearly holding back tears as he yelled at you, a tone you were so unfamiliar with.

“I can’t… I can’t do this without you” Your ears flatten at his cracking voice, letting a tear slip down his cheek and you wiped your own with your palm. “I can’t just forget you, Y/N” He was now looking at you with the most pleading look you’d ever seen, trying to keep his composure as he stared at your clearly broken state. It hurt him, he just wanted to take all your pain away, even if it meant giving it to him.

“Neteyam…” your voice shook as he pulled you into his arms, firmly wrapping around your body in a tight hug. He couldn’t let you go, not without him going with you. You hesitated, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck, letting your tears fall against his shoulder. “I have to go, Nete”

“I’ll do anything, Y/N. Please, please don’t leave me” You cry at his voice, his fingertips digging into your skin, afraid you’d let him go. He was crying, still trying to pull you closer to him even though you’d been as close as you could possibly be. “Your what I look forward to when I wake up, what i yearn for at night, I… I need that, I need you”

You never saw him like this—this vulnerable to someone? He was always the great warrior, oldest son of Toruk Makto and one of the most respected men in the clan. Nobody saw him this way, not the way you did. He was falling apart in your arms, begging you over and over to stay in his arms.

“Kalwayaveng! Look at me! Don’t you see how badly I need you? How much i love you?” Those three words made you heart skip a beat, closing your eyes as you embraced the boy tighter, fingers running through his hair in attempt to sooth him.

“Y-your father is assigning you a mate” you remember the hurtful information, holding onto him only to be pulled away, his hands cupping your face as he stared down at you.

“I have promised myself to you many months ago, Syulang. My family, they want you to be with me. They want you to be Tsahìk” You shake your head at his words, trying to look away but he kept your head still.

“You think I can be Tsahìk? Someone as broken as me can’t be a leader, Neteyam. I can’t be Tsahìk, I can’t I-“

“I will step down from my position, I will leave with you-“

“No” you shake your head, mugging the boy above you, your hands cupping his face. “My sweet boy, You’ve worked too hard for this. I won’t ruin this for you” You wiped the tears that ran down his cheeks, smiling at him through your sobs. “Your going to be a great Ole’Eyktan”

“It means nothing without you” He didn’t know what to feel, he had been so angry and upset with you, praying to Eywa you’d just give into him, praying you loved him as much as he loved you. “I want to marry you. I want to travel the lands with you, I want you to carry my children, Y/N”

It hurt to hear because you wanted that too, wanting to spend the rest of your life with him, coming home to him every night. You loved him so much you felt nauseous, terrified of how empty you’d feel once you left.

Even without the bond, you two had the strongest force between you, like you couldn’t leave each other even if you tried. He needed you, he needed you to breath.

He leaned his forehead against yours, a shaky breath leaving his mouth, “I want it all with you, no one else” You felt more tears fall from your eyes as you closed them, one hand resting in his hair and the other on his chest, right above his heart. You felt it beat rapidly, his breathing only becoming less stable. “I’m nothing without you, Syulang. My Y/N, it was always you”

You cursed under your breath, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as his thumb brushed your lips, you needed to hold back, you needed to leave now.

But you couldn’t.

“Neteyam” He sighs, pulling his head off of yours to look into your eyes, his vibrant yellows practically glowing from the tree of voices beautiful light. “Kiss me” Your words slipped, watching his ears fall as his stomach dropped.

“If I kiss you, Promise me you won’t leave” He cups your face, tail wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. You were so scared, so terrified to put your love into him, your trust into him more then ever.

You’d never be able to stay away from Neteyam, not even worlds apart could keep you from him. “I promise” At your words, he hooked a finger under your chin and leaned down to your face, lips once again brushing against each other but not fully connecting.

You were the one to finish it, eyes fluttering shut as you leaned up, pulling his head down so his soft lips fully met your own. You could barely hold yourself up, the feeling overwhelming you so much you could cry. You had waited so long for this, so long to show him how much you truly loved him. It felt surreal.

The kiss was soft and delicate. Neteyam wanted to make it perfect, making sure not to force it onto you even though deep down he wanted to crash his lips against yours just to show you how much he loved you. It felt like sparks had fell between you two, tails wrapping around one another like dogs with your ears propped up.

He felt so alone when you pulled back, opening his starstruck eyes to look into yours. His heart was racing and you found it so cute, watching his lips threaten a smile.

“Did I do good?” You laugh at his question, nodding your head as you wiped your new tears, his ears instantly falling at you. “What’s wrong? Your still crying…” you shake your head at him, a closed mouth smile appearing across your face.

“I’m just… Oh Eywa” your heart beat out of your chest as you grabbed his hand in yours, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Your heart was so full. “Nga yawne lu oer, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan”

He could no longer hold back after you said those words, practically crashing his lips to yours as his hand held your head against his, slightly afraid he had hurt you, but he couldn’t control himself any longer.

A soft moan escapes your lips, breath tickling his and his ears perked at the sound, pulling you with him to sink to the grass under you. “Y/N” he tries to get your attention as you straddle his lap, hands laid dangerously low on his abdomen. “Y/N, I can’t-“

A whimper leaves his mouth as you move against him, the unfamiliar poke against your core making you gasp. He looks at you embarrassed, like you hadn’t been yearning for his touch, yourself.

“I’m sorry I-it just-“ you cut him off with your lips against his once again, his tail brushing against your leg. You didn’t know where it came from, but your body was suddenly begging for his touch, trying your hardest to find some sort of friction against the boy under you. “Calm down, Pretty girl. I’ve got you”

“Nete…” He can’t help but moan at the sound, his name leaving your mouth being one of the things he’d imagined so much over the past few years. He hummed in response, lips attaching to your neck. “tsaheylu. Please, tsaheylu” He pulls his head up to look at you, eyes searching yours with the big question.

“You know what this means, right?” You nod, reaching back to grab your queue from behind you. His eyes stare lovingly to your queue, bringing his own only a few inches from yours before looking back up at you, your eyes watching him closely. “You’ve been mine forever, you know that?”

“I’ve always known, Ma’Teyam. I’ve Always known” with one last look, you watched as your queues connected, head falling against his as you both let out a shaky breath. You smile at his whimpers, kissing his forehead. He was more vocal then you could’ve imagined but you loved it, praising him for it everytime he got embarrassed.

He lifts you closer to him and you gasp, arms wrapping around his neck. The love shared between you felt so unreal, all those years of hiding it were So, so worth it. “My mate, My fucking mate” He mumbled against you happily, almost fearing this had just been a dream.

His lips attach to your neck with ease, guiding you down to lay on your back against the grass. Your emotions filled his body so easily, your scent becoming ten times stronger then before. “Can i remove this, pretty girl?” He asks, fingers tugging at your new loincloth. “It’s pretty, but it’s blocking my view”

You nod your head with a soft moan, feeling his hand brush your aching clit. He removed your loincloth with care, eyes set on yours as he wasted no time in rubbing your clit, watching your head fall back.

The unexpected stimulation makes you recoil. He leaves a path of kisses from your jaw to your shoulder, you both knew you had been ready when your cunt was nearly dripping from his touch.

"Mhmm" you hummed as he hovered over you, pulling your right leg against his side as he kissed down your now exposed chest, whispering small things under his breath after each one.

"Tell me, baby. What did you plan to do once you left?" He whispered the dark words into your ear, lips brushing against your lobe. "were you gonna find someone better? Find someone who could fill my place?”

"Please, I can't— I need you, Teyam " you beg desperately with short breath, running your fingers through his long hair in attempt to get him away from the topic. You didn’t want to talk about that right now, just wanting to focus on him.

"You didn't answer my question" he reminds you, trailing his breath along your neck, driving you completely mad under his embrace. He smirks to himself, finger ghosting your core to catch your attention.

"Nobody could ever make me feel the way you do, god— please, Nete" your hand found its way back to the back of his neck, pulling him back into a deep kiss and lightly tugging on his hair, earning a small moan from his lips. “Like your hair pulled, huh?”

“Only if it’s you pulling it” You blush as he lays his forehead against yours. All you could hear was the sound of your breath between each other. He looked at you with pure desire, love radiating from the two of you without even saying a word. You could feel his heart, his emotions, his thoughts, but it was nothing compared to the look he gave you.

“May I?” You watch as he moves down, planting kisses along your bare body. You nod breathlessly, propping yourself up onto your elbows so you could watch him move down to your core. “So wet, Baby. Fuck, need to taste you” you reach down, pushing his braids away from his face as he gave you one last look before leaning his head down.

Your head fell back against the grass, a soft moan leaving your mouth. Your eyes rolled back at the new stimulation, gasping as you sat up to look at what had been stretching you so far.

“Is this okay, my love?” He asks, continuing to slip his slender fingers into your dripping core. You nodded, moaning at how deep they had been. You could only imagine what was to come. “So pretty when you moan. The most beautiful girl in the world”

“Oh my god…” you sigh, laying back once his mouth was back on you, tongue swirling around your clit as his fingers dug deeper inside you. “Neteyam… baby”

“Taste so fucking good” He hums against your core, tongue running a line up your slit, cleaning the soaking mess you had made his hand. As if he wasn’t in love enough before, he definitely was now. “Need you to come, pretty girl. I need you, badly”

It only took you a small amount of time until you felt an unfamiliar knot tie in your stomach and you cried, pulling on his braids as he started to speed up his movements against your core, fingertips brushing your cervix like it was nothing and his tongue toying with your clit.

“Right there…mmph! Right there!” You cry for your mate, hand pulling at his freshly done braids as your hips rolled toward him, chasing after that feeling you so obviously needed. “Gonna come… god, already gonna come, Nete”

“Right there? Talk to me, Sweet girl” His words made you moan even more, the sound of his voice only making you more soaked then before. He pushed his fingers all the way into you, watching your face twist in pleasure. He was growing impatient, the tent in his loincloth only becoming bigger by the second.

“Nete…!” You warn but that doesn’t stop his movements, only making him go faster, eating you like you had been his last meal and like his life depended on it. Oh Eywa, he was so in love. “I’m…fuck!” You couldn’t hold your release any longer, practically pulling his hair as you let go, legs threatening to close against him and your back arched off the grass under you. His ears perked at your noises, praying to Eywa he’d make it far enough to finally sink into you.

But you couldn’t wait. You needed him and you needed him now before you went insane. You pushed him back from your body gently, straddling his lap once he sat back up. His eyes were wide but you didn’t care, working to remove his loincloth as fast as you could.

“Mawey, Sweet girl. We have all night” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your soft lips. “I want to take my time, need to feel every part of you” he pulls your closer to him, lips reattaching to your neck as you grind against his painfully hard cock, so sure you could come again just off of that.

"Take me, Nete " you begged him, hands running through his dark hair. Your slit is dripping, practically inviting him to use you but he refused, making sure to touch every part of you before he took you—before claiming you as his forever. “Your driving me insane” His breath catches inside his throat as you take his length in your small hand, thumb running over the tip that oozed of pre. He was so adorable under your touch, completely submitting to you everytime you touched him. “Poor baby, He’s begging you, Tey” You hum, placing a few kisses along his shoulder he he continued to curse under his breath, begging you to let up.

“Damnit, Y/N. You don’t know when to stop do you?” You smirk, bringing your thumb to your lips making sure he was watching as you took it into your mouth, swirling the pre around your tongue. “I can’t fucking do this anymore” he crashed your lips together in an instant, nails digging into your sides as he pulled you closer against him. He originally wanted this sweet and passionate, but he couldn’t hold back much longer, he needed you now.

“Your so beautiful, you know that?” He mumbles against your lips, lifting you up to hover above him, just inches away from his length threatening to enter you. He gives you one last look but you just crash your lips back into his, slowly sinking to your knees against his lap.

"Neteyam..." The sensation was overwhelming and your nails dug into the back of his neck, shaky breaths exchanging between the two of you as he filled you. It hurt but you could take it, the bond only making it so much harder for you to keep quiet. “S’big… so fucking big” You whine, stopping only when half of him was buried inside you, his hand rubbing the small of your back as he placed kissed on your shoulder.

"I know, Pretty girl" he mumbles against your neck, dragging his tongue along the sweet spot under your ear and pulling you closer against him. “You got it, Baby. Nice and slow” You moan at his coaching words, his hands holding you in place until you were ready for more, guiding you down onto him. “That’s it… Taking me so well”

“Too much, Teyam. Too much…” You cry and he shushes you, reaching between you to find your clit. He whispered some of the dirtiest things to you as he rubbed circles against your bud, slowly losing himself as he felt you take more of him. You felt so full, so loved—you couldn’t believe this was real.

“Shit” You both curse in unison as your skin collides, his cock buried deep inside you while your legs shook, leaning your forehead against his. “Am I hurting you?” His thumb rubs your thigh gently and you take a deep breath before shaking your head, closing your big eyes at the feeling. “It's hurting you. I can-"

"No!" You stopped the boy, cupping his face in your hands. "It just takes a second to get used to, I’m okay” you give him a nod and he sighs. “Your so fucking tight, Y/N. Feels so good and I haven’t even moved yet.

The boys patience is running out and he suddenly can’t hold on anymore, wrapping your legs around his waist before leaning you back against the grass so he could hover over you. The pressure was much less now. “It’ll feel so much better like this, My love. Just relax, let me take care of you”

Your eyes roll back as he begins to move at a slow pace, lips attached to your neck hungrily and you couldn’t help but dig your nails into his back, so rough you were sure you drew blood. Your mind was scattered. Trying your best to find the words, or even the look to give the man above you—but it was nearly impossible. His words, His feral rhythm, his gentle hands against your skin— all of it made your eyes flutter shut.

“Teyam, Ma’Teyam” you repeat against his ear and he grunts, pulling your leg against his side to allow himself more access. It felt good, maybe a little too good now. “Oh my god…” he pulled his face up to look at your twisted expression, met with your eyes squeezed shut under him in pure bliss.

"Look at me. I want you to look at me" His thumb brushed your bottom lip as you opened your eyes, trying your hardest not to lose yourself under his grasp. You finally looked back into his eyes, bottom lip stuck between your teeth as he found a pace. It was cloud nine to say the least—the lust, the passion, the need for each other. “Oel ngati kameie, Ma’Tìyawn” you whine at his words, pulling his face down to yours to press a passionate kiss against his lips. You saw him, you finally saw him.

It didn’t take much longer for you to get used to him and for his pace to increase, and you soon found yourself clinging to him for support—both of your moans filling the quiet forest around you. His tip kissed your cervix over and over, a mixture of moans, cries, and gasps leaving your lips as you took him, still begging him for more.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this” He admits against your ear, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder. “Legs shaking and all, such a good girl for me” You moan loudly at his words, clenching around him as you pulled him closer to you. He knew what that nick name did to you, and he used it to his advantage. “So lucky we’re away from everyone because if they could hear you now” He laughs at his own words, completely rutting into you like an animal in heat.

“Gonna come, Nete… I can’t hold it” You whine as he continues to speak, only picking up his pace hitting your spot deeper and deeper by the second.

“Where do you need me, My love. Where do you want it?” You could tell by his sloppy strokes and breathless voice that he had been close, chasing after his high slowly but surely to give you time to react. “Wanna come inside. Paint your walls nice and pretty”

You hum at the idea, holding his face in your hands as he continued to stroke you. It was too much, you were going to release if he didn’t slow down. “Take what you want, Ma’Teyam. I’m yours, only yours!”

He pulled you back up into his lap to straddle him once again, except this time he had been doing most of the work, guiding your hips up and down. You felt his cock twitch inside of you and you couldn’t help but clench around him, his breathing growing severely heavy at the feeling.

“Feels so good. You need it, don’t you? Need me to come inside you, Sweet girl?” You cry and nod your head, hands getting lost in his braids as you felt your orgasm approaching fast, bouncing on his lap harder then before. “S-shit!”

“Want it so bad, baby. Give it to me! Right behind you, my love. Give me everything, all of it!” With one last stroke, he pushed you down harshly onto his lap, the tip of his cock pressing your cervix before he released his thick white seed against your gummy walls, painting them nice and pretty just like he promised. The two of you let out a long lasting, tattooing moan as you fell into each other, chests heaving harshly against one another.

“Holy shit” Neteyam sat dumbfounded, still trying to convince himself this was real. But it was, you were you and he was him, laying against each other with your queues still attached. All those years of waiting, all those arguments with himself over you, it had all been worth it. “You okay, Pretty girl?” You nod against his chest, exhausted to say the very least.

“Carry me home, Nete” He chuckles, chest vibrating against your body as he stroked a hand through your hair.

“Can’t go home like this, My love” He pulls out of you, watching the mess he created slowly expose itself. You whine but he shushes you, gently laying you back onto the grass, pulling you against his chest so you could get warmer. The two of you stare at the tree above you, a smile almost instantly spreading across your face. “Eywa has heard us, huh?”

You move your head against his chest, looking up into his big yellow eyes full of love. “Ma’Teyam” your finger traces his jawline, watching his face soften at the sight of you. His beautiful mate—his everything. “Eywa has always heard us”

You spent the rest of the night sleeping in each others arms, not a care in the world of what happened at that party, because you had him. You had your Neteyam, and you couldn’t thank him enough for following you into the forest that night.

I feel like this is super bad because I kept rushing some parts due to tumblr’s TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES LOGGING ME OUT 💔 sooooo I kind of gave up toward the end…. But if this isn’t good I’ll probably rewrite it. Here’s this for now though 🫶🏼

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[sage-green-matcha]

MAROON - ETHAN LANDRY PT. 1 🍷🥀🔪

“The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me, and how the blood rushed into my cheeks so, scarlet it was” - Taylor Swift

Content includes: mentions of murder, alcohol, pretty much it for this chapter!

Pt. 2 of Maroon | Pt. 3 of Maroon | PT. 4 of Maroon |

(A/n: This is the first chapter of a series! It’s gonna be ab 5-7 parts? I’m not sure yet. Hope you enjoy! )

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Your whole life you'd felt like an outcast, no friends, a broken family. You'd move around your entire childhood, you never had one place that you called home. You knew you couldn't get too comfortable anywhere you were.

That was until you moved to Woodsboro. You were there for your last two years of high school. Becoming friends with a group of "popular kids" but what you didn't know was that at the cost of having friends was death.

"Y/n, you okay?" Tara waved her hand in your face. "I- yea I'm fine" Your lips were agape, picturing the sight of the dead bodies you had seen in the past. You took it harder than everyone else. Sam kept trying to get you to go to therapy but you refused. You didn't think anything was wrong with you. But the situation changed how you looked at everyone and everything.

You couldn't trust anyone, nowhere was safe. You felt like there were eyes on you at all times. And you never dared to pick up any calls from unknown numbers. "I was asking what we should get for dinner? Everyone's coming over in a bit" "Oh uh, I'm fine with anything"

It was just a normal night to everyone else, but to you, the moon was the same as it was on that night. It was full, and it messed with your head. "Y/n...it might be last minute but do you wanna go to a party? It's Halloween themed and I know you've been wanting to wear your costume" She smiled at you.

She knew you would say yes, everyone loved when you were drunk. You were the same person from before the murders, the same funny, sweet, Y/n that gave no fucks. You let loose, you'd dance with anyone who asked and took whatever drink was handed to you.

"Yea, I'll get ready" "Nice" she squealed, leaving you alone. You kept your door open, finding your pink butterfly wing teeshirt, pairing it with a green mini skirt. It was simple enough but still cute, tying the shirt in the front to make the "slutty" aspect of Halloween come into play. You had a little flower crown, carefully placed butterflies all over it, a green bow in the back.

You did your makeup with care, adding glitter and gems to the sides of your eyes. "Hi Y/n...we're leaving soon" you responded to the unfamiliar voice, looking up quickly "Oh, hey Ethan...right?" He nodded. You'd be lying if you said you didn't think he looked silly. He was wearing a cardboard hat, grey tape around the edges to give it a "cleaned up" look.

"Yea...Ethan Landry" "And what are you supposed to be, Ethan?" He was really cute, he had a shy look in his eye, his cheeks covered in pretty roses blush color. "I'm a Knight" "Your armor isn't really shiny" he looked confused and kinda offended at the same time.

"I- I'm just kidding, sorry. I'll be out soon" You smiled up at him. He had pictured your smile in his mind and it was so much better than he had imagined. You were always quiet and serious in Econ class, but you looked so good with a smile on your face.

Luckily, Ethan would be getting to see you smile all night, the first one when you took your first shot of the night. "To the Fab 5, and! To Ethan, my roommate" "Chad ew, don't call us that" Tara cringed. "Yea! And Sams not here so it's not the full 5" you laughed. "Okay, okay whatever. Cheers guys" You took the small glass to your lips, burning liquid smoothly going down your throat, tossing away old memories and letting yourself go.

"Let's dance!" You dragged Tara to the dance floor also known as the living room, the smell of smoke filling your nose. "Does Sam know you're here?" "No!" She laughed and you shook your head. "You know she's gonna track you down, right?" "Nah, she won't find me"

You stumbled back to the kitchen, Ethan scrolling on his phone silently. "Hey, E...you drink?" You held up a bottle tauntingly and he shook his head. "Uh, no" "yea, I saw you spit out that shot" you smiled, turning back to the table of alcohol, pouring two shots of vodka. "Here" you handed him one, his shaky voice thanking you.

You liked Ethan, sure you'd only known him for a couple hours but he reminded you of yourself. Getting dragged into new friend groups where they don't quiet except you, feeling left out of jokes since he hadn't been here long. "How long have you been in New York?" You strike up a conversation, Anika stealing you back after the long chat. "Got eyes for Landry, huh?" "He's cute" you shrugged with a smile, taking a drink from the red solo cup in your hand. "Chads gonna freak"

Her eyes widened and so did her smile. It finally felt like you were trusting someone, opening up, and starting a conversation. You knew the next time you'd seen him he'd be confused by the lack of energy you'd have. In reality, the alcohol was what was giving you that boost.

You sat down next to the two girls, Mindy explaining her logic behind being at this party and the small chance of almost being killed again. "What about you Y/n? Aren't you a bit paranoid?" "Yeah, I guess. But I feel safe around you guys" you smirked. "Oh also Y/n, I don't Trust Ethan at all. He looks too innocent" "Isn't that the best part?" You laughed, Mindy with a disgusted look on her face.

"I'm gonna go stand in line for the bathroom" You blew kisses at them as you walked away, walking around to find the bathroom. You felt yourself lose balance as you walked, someone catching you as you felt liquid splash on your shirt. "Ah man, my shirt" You held onto the randos chest, trying to stay balanced. "Shit, Y/n...you okay?" You looked up with drunk eyes, Ethan looking down at you with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine. But my shirt...not so much" You frowned, blush rushing into your cheeks as you looked at him. You untied your Tee, the Maroon color splashed all over your top, making it look like someone had stabbed you. "Is that wine?" He shrugged. "I'm not sure, this girl just gave it to me" he smiled, helping you hold yourself up against the wall.

"Thanks for catching me, I'm not completely drunk, these heels are just uncomfortable to walk in" You slipped off the gold shoes, Ethan standing next to you uncomfortably. "Uhm, let's get you a new drink, yea?" "Oh, no no it's okay. I wasn't gonna drink it...uhm it's fine" he stumbled over his words quite a lot. You couldn't tell if he was just nervous or if this is just how he was all the time.

"Ethan! My man!" Chads hand slapped over the poor boy's shoulder. "Whoah...Y/n, you look like you just got attacked...again" "Very funny Chad" you glared at him. "Hey uh, not to interrupt this throuple but your services are needed" Anika turned the corner as Chad sighed. "I'm needed, I'll be back" "Throuple huh...I think I'd like to just have fun with you, E" You held back a laugh, walking away with a smile and an awkward wink.

Ethan was left a flustered and confused mess, following to find Chad. As for you, you'd finally find the bathroom. Looking at your wine-splashed shirt. It was a familiar view. But instead of blood, it was an innocent drink. You lifted your shirt, your fingers tracing over the two, deep knife scars.

You were lucky to only get two lousy scars, compared to others...you told yourself you didn't have room to complain. After all, you were alive, you made it through the night and you took it to your advantage.

You snapped out of your trance as you heard a familiar voice. Sam, oh shit. "Excuse me" You struggled to push through the crowded hall, bumping into Ethan once you got to the scene. You moving to stand by his side. "Oh shit" you cringed as Sam took her taser to the man's crotch.

"Sam? Are you fucking kidding me? You're stalking me now?" You And Ethan watched in confusion, the dude now on the floor. "Holy shit! It's that psycho girl!" The room filled with laughter, grabbing Ethan's hand as everyone chased Tara.

"Is this like a regular thing in this friend group?" The group walked in unison, you And Ethan behind everyone else. "Yea," you sighed, feet aching with your shoes in your hand. "I like your flower thingy...by the way" "Thanks, made it myself" you took it off your head, handing it to him before stealing the cardboard hat from off his. "Trade me?" "Oh uh...yea" he placed the crown on his head awkwardly, trying to fix his hair as you slipped his hat over your head.

"Looks cute on you" The pink flowers matched with his soft personality, and his flushed cheeks. You on the other hand looked very strange, getting looks from the people that were once staring at Sam and Tara.

"Tara..will you stop?" Sam struggled to catch up with her sister, Tara not giving a fuck. "I cannot believe you did that, you embarrassed me!" "That gut was a dick! He was gonna take advantage of you" "So?!" You rubbed underneath your eyes, knowing that they were about to get into an argument yet again.

It was always like this, they argue just to never make up and argue again. It's a continuous cycle that has never ended. "So?" Sam repeated in shock. "If I wanna hook up with an ass hole that's my decision?! It's my decision" "Okay.." Sam scoffed.

"It's not about you!... You..you were out of my life for 5 years and then you can't leave me alone for 5 minutes" Sams's only and most used "comeback" was that Tara wasn't going to the councilor, That she wasn't dealing with what happened to her. You wondered if she thought the same thing about you, you were worse than Tara with the subject, you had completely blocked out any idea of it with anyone. Sure everyone knew what happened in the back of their head, but it was for the best if no one mentioned it.

"Hey...guys come on" Tara ignored Chad, trying to get them to stop. Tara rambled, even you thought her words were a bit harsh. "You just follow me here and you won't let me out of your sight" "Just...trying to look out for you" You could tell Sam felt defeated, rethinking her actions. "I know...I know you are. But you can't do it for the rest of my life, you have to let me go"

Next thing you knew the smell of cherry coke filled your nose, a drink splashed all over Sam by a random girl. The two were already at it, Sam trying to aggressively go after her, Chad pulling her back. "The fuck is wrong with you?" "You know what you did!" "I didn't fucking do anything!"

You waved at Ethan to follow you, chasing behind Mindy and the rest of the group. "I'm so fucking tired of this!" Tara's eyes watered in frustration, Chad rubbed her back Anika and Mindy holding hands as they walked. You only now realized how alone you were. Sure you'd have some flirty moments with Mindy or Anika but they were purely platonic, you'd never had an actual partner.

"Y/n, I heard what you said to Ethan, not that drunk huh?" She laughed. "He knows I'm kidding...or not. Right E?" "What?" He caught up and you smiled to the ground. "You talked to my bro? Damn, I guess you two would make a good pair" Chad laughed. "No, I don't trust him. He's weird, he always stutters when he talks. He's definitely hiding something" Mindy scoffed.

"I'm right here..." "No, he's just like that with Girls, Man has never experienced female contact" Ethan rolled his eyes, sighing. Mindy also rolled her eyes, she was always stubborn, especially when she was convinced someone was dangerous. "Well I'm gay, so I don't know why he's scared of me" "Maybe cause you're really intimidating, Mindy" Tara turned back, a broken smile back on her face.

"You are...kinda really rude too" "Am not, your face is just annoying to look at" your eyes widened. "Okay you two, cut it out" You all finally got to the apartment, running into your room to take off the wet, uncomfortable shirt. You placed Ethan's hat on your bed, finding a long sleeve and pj pants to switch into.

"Hey, here's your thingy back" he knocked on the door, handing it to you. "Oh, thanks" you grabbed his hat off the bed, giving it back. "I- I think I'm just gonna take it all off, restricting" you agreed. "Yea...plus the party's already over" "I...I'm really sorry about your shirt...by the way" "It's fine, ill just order another one"

"Y/n, hey I think you're gonna wanna see this" Chad called from the living room, you And Ethan rushing to his voice. He called out to Sam who was downstairs, the two of you meeting in the living room in shock. "Cute boy...nice" Quinn smiled and you smirked.

You stared at the Tv, "Also found at the scene were various Ghost Face costumes..." you heart dropped to your ass, you could feel tears start to form in your eyes. "I'm not doing this shit again" you rushed to your room, Sam chasing behind you. "Y/n...Y/n come on we can leave, I'll get tara" "Guys! Wait no! Hold on! No wait, let's talk about this for a second" the two of you had already made your way to the kitchen, knifes in hand.

"This might not have anything to do with us" "Are you serious?" Sam asked. Great, another argument. But this time you sided with Sam. This definitely had something to do with all of you. "It's Halloween! Everybody's wearing masks" "Tara! Tara, this isn't a coincidence!" Your eyes were wide, looking at her trying to find where she found the audacity to say that.

"Tara...we knew him" you spoke up. "He was in one of our classes! We Barley knew him" She scoffed. "Chad, Mindy back us up here" your eyes creased, heart pumping as if you'd just run a marathon. "I mean it is a little bit..." "close to home..." Mindy finished his sentence. "Quinn! Your dad's a cop right? Can you call him and see what's going on? Before you make the dumb ass decision to abandon my college education, and flee the fucking state?" Everyone looked up at Quinn, her Phone to her ear as she called.

You froze as you felt your phone ring in your pocket. Everyone's eyes on you. You slowly took it out, looking at the contact. "Who is it?" You let out a small sigh of relief. "It's just Gale, probably excited about the new book opportunity" you held your face in your palms. "Why'd everyone just freak out when her phone rang?" "You gotta keep up My Dude" you felt your heart beat faster, holding back tears.

"Sam, my dad wants to talk to you" you rushed to your room, closing the door behind you. You fell against it, tears spilling out. You thought you'd finally escaped it, but now your progress was ruined, you were back at square one. It was only bound to get worse, this was just the beginning.

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[givemeonereason]

Legacy pt 2

Part one here

Rating: 18+ only!

A/n: @actuallysaiyan girllllll I got you! Thanks for the love. That was the first fanfic I’ve written in over 12 years :)

I hope I’m able to try and write more. If anyone wants it. Or maybe just for the hell of it.

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7:00 pm

The tower fan in the corner of the room oscillates against your bare skin sending a slightly shiver up your spine.

You’ve been kneeling there atop the satin sheets of the kingsize bed for ten minutes. Though it was quiet in the room aside for the low hum of the fan, your mind was loud with anticipation.

Should I obey his wishes and stay undressed?

Should I put on a racy set of lingerie that I know will make his blood rush with desire?

Either way he’s going to get his way.

A small giggle spread your lips into a smile thinking about his rigid, hot body against yours, his calloused fingertips digging into the soft, plush of your hips, his thick cock plunging so deep inside of you. A moan escaped your lips and you wiggled your hips.

I can’t wait until he gets home.

Your imagination snapped with a squeak of the doorknob, opening the bedroom door. It took a few steps before he towers overtop of your kneeling frame.

Instinctively you reach out to touch him. But before you’re anywhere close to reaching him he smacks you hand away. A small yelp left your pouted lips. You rub the soft skin of your hand to dull the sting of his swat. Despite his cruel reaction you’re still so desperate to run your fingers across his strong chest and feel the warmth across the his hard abs. You licked your lips looking him over and tried to reach out once more.

Your effort was in vain as he grasped tightly at your wrists. Looking down at you with narrowed eyes and disappointed.

“Ah-ah, what did I say last night?”

Your eyes quickly move from your bound wrists in front of you to his eyes, his eyebrow arched and a knowing smile.

He brought your hand down towards his belt having you undo the buckle, leather and zipper.

“Go on.” His voice was stern. But you knew the price you’d pay if you disobeyed.

Another small look at him before you freed him from his briefs. His cock so hard in your hand. You lean forward and taking the flat of your tongue against the tip. He lets his eyes close, a small groan reverberating through his chest. The tang of precum permeating your tastebuds sending goosebumps over your bare skin. His own aphrodisiac that sends you into spiral of lust.

You take him into your mouth slowly. You can only take so much of him at a time. Even though you knew his intentions, he let you take your time taking him in before he would fuck your throat.

Slowly adjusting, slowly more. The deeper you took him the more he growled. You almost had him all the way in before he thrusted forward to fill the gap. It didn’t surprise you, but you choked nonetheless.

“Mmmm, what a good girl.” He starts to set a slow rhythm of his hips. You are skilled with your mouth, swirling your tongue, hollowing your cheeks. But what he loves the most is what you do with your hands. The way you caress his balls when he thrust against the back of your throat. The way your fingers dig into his muscled thighs. How you claw at his skin when your eyes flutter with both pain and pleasure. That makes him absolutely feral.

His thrusts become more rough and erratic. He’s gripping the hair at the crown at your head. He’s grunting and growling almost animalistic. “This mouth is perfect.” You can hear the rasp in his voice as he’s barely able to talk through clenched teeth. “Your mouth was made for my cock.”

He was so close, you saw his pulsing veins up his arms. You know how hard he is trying not to thrust at full strength as he would most likely hurt you in the process. You sucked harder thinking about him pounding hard into your wet heat. A trigger that sent him into his peak. His head thrown back and a loud moan escaping his throat as he emptied himself inside you. You continued through his orgasm, sucking him for all he’s got.

His hand dropping from your hair to your chin. “Did you finish it all?”

You nodded your head, looking up at him through eyelashes.

“Let me see.” His fingers are wrapped around your chin prying open your mouth. You stick your tongue out and he smiles down at you and wiping the stains of saliva down your chin and neck.

Your eyes close when he lightly grips at the soft spot of your throat. You moaned into his mouth as he leaned down into kiss you fervently.

You were lightly gasping for air when he broke the kiss, picked you up from the edge of the bed and laid you down against the pillows. His eyes are hungry looking at your naked form fully on display for him.

He stripped the rest of his clothing from him. Your eyes glazing over his body. Your cunt clenching around nothing with need.

He placed himself between your legs. Vegeta kissed you again, your hips bucking want him against you, inside you. He was so close, just not close enough. “Impatient woman.” He laughed, kissing down your neck and down your chest taking your pert nipple in his mouth. Again, you arch your back, bucking your hips. He bit down and you yelped. “You want your prince that bad, woman?” You hummed wiggling your hips. “By the end of night you are going to bear a Saiyan.”

Vegeta reached down pressing his fingers between your slick folds rubbing circles over your neglected bud. “Geta, I need you.”

He’s ignoring your pleas, dipping two fingers down into your entrance. “Vege….please, baby.” His fingers curling inside your tight walls.

He kisses you hard. “So tight.”

When Vegeta pulled his fingers from your heat you reached out grabbing onto his arms, pulling him towards you with force. This is nothing compared to his unmoving strength.

He held you down to line himself up against your entrance. He slowly rubbed himself against your folds for lubrication before he pushed the tip inside.

You are feverish now, nails digging into the muscles of his forearms until he bottoms out. He groans into your ear. “Tight…tight around this cock.” Pushing so deep inside you.

Vegeta thrust hard against you with brutal force. You began meeting his thrusts with all the energy you had left. “You’re going to…” Deep roll against your cervix. “…look so beautiful with my child inside you.” Roll again, again. “Beautiful.”

“Vegeta, cum. Cum inside me.” You moaned, rolling your head back against the soft pillow.

Faster, he pushed. Deeper, pushing at all your soft parts. Perspiration collecting around his brow. His lips on the pulse of your neck trying to muffle his grunting. His fingers laced with yours gripping the sheets.

“I’m close.” His voice barely above a whisper between his ragged breaths.

“Baby…” you back arching, reaching up pulling him against your chest. His cock twitching inside your clenching walls.

You shook almost violently, bitting down on his shoulder. He rolled down into your heat pushing you through your orgasm. You were almost limp when he ramped up to finish.

Overstimulated moans passing your lips when he grabbed onto your hips, the headrest slamming into the wall.

He shot his seed inside you. Emptying himself, leaving his half erect cock inside you in a mating press.

“This is only the beginning, my little human. When you catch your breath,” he kissed away the tears spilling from the corners of your eyes. “I will fuck you until I’m sure I’ll stick.”

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*Family Nerves Part 2–Steve Harrington

Part 1

Warnings: first time, protected sex, fingering, language

"It was an absolute pleasure to meet you, Steve," Eric chuckled as we walked Steve out.

"Thank you for taking such good care of our princess," Oliver cooed.

"Dad," I sighed.

"I promise to always take good care of our princess," Steve chuckled as he reached over and grabbed my hand.

"I like the sound of that," Eric said, sending me a knowing look. I looked away, my eyes landed on my hand gently in Steve's.

"Well," Oliver cleared his throat, "it was great to see you, Steve. Please come back."

"Will do." Steve let go of my hand and shook Oliver's hand and then Eric's.

I bit the inside of my cheek as my dads stared at Steve.

"We'll let you guys say goodbye," Oliver cleared his throat. He grabbed Eric's elbow and started to pull him upstairs. Once they were gone, Steve and I looked at each other.

"I'll walk you out," I said under my breath. Steve reached over and grabbed my hand, sending me a smile as we started walking out.

We walked outside, but he didn't let go of my hand. He led me over to his car and turned toward me. He grabbed my other hand and leaned against the side of his car, pulling me into his chest.

"Your dads are awesome."

"They're kind of embarrassing," I said looking down at our feet. Once I had as much courage as I could, I bit my lip and looked back up at him.  "Thank you for being cool with our first date technically being a double date with my dads."

"It was great," he chuckled. "I meant it. Your dads are really cool."

I studied him, knowing I had to ask him the question that's been driving me crazy all night. "I need you to be honest with me, Steve."

"Of course," he shrugged as he tightened his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.

"Does it really not bother you that two men raised me?"

Steve smiled at me as he reached up and moved a piece of hair out of my face. His hand lingered on my cheek. Without letting go of me, he pushed off his car. Soon, his lips were pressed delicately to mine. I smiled as our lips started moving in sync.

Even though the kiss started delicately, it soon started to escalate. When it did, Steve switched our positions and pressed me up against his car. Things started to go a lot faster than I think either one of us thought they would. But neither one of us cared.

I ran my fingers through his hair, making him moan. He retaliated by roaming his hands down my back, slowly getting lower. I smirked when he found what he wanted. I bit his bottom lip as he squeezed it. I couldn't resist as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

"Steve," I gasped, breaking the kiss when his hands started to slip under my skirt. "We should probably slow down."

"You're right," he smirked. "Can't have your dads walking out on us doing something. . . naughty."

"As much as I want to do something naughty. . ." I trailed off when I looked down at Steve's abs. I cleared my throat as I forced myself to look into his eyes. "We should probably go on our first solo date before we do anything we don't want my dads walking in on."

"We could do it next weekend," Steve suggested. His smile turned into a smirk and the look in his eyes gave me goosebumps. "My parents are never home."

"That might work," I said, my voice dropping. "Plus my dads are out of town visiting my Aunt Selena next weekend."

Steve leaned in, his face inches from mine. I could feel his breath hitting my face.

"It's a date."

Over the next week, Steve was constantly by my side. He walked me to class, ate lunch with me, and came over every night to do homework with me. As we got closer to our planned date, I got a little more nervous. Friday, Steve caught on.

"Y/N?"

"What?" I asked, snapping back to reality.

"You okay? I asked if the government test was hard but you seemed kinda zoned out."

"Sorry," I sighed, looking down at my hands in my lap. Steve reached over and grabbed one of them, instantly intertwining our fingers.

"Talk to me," he whispered.

"I'm nervous about tonight," I admitted looking up at him. "I feel like there's a lot of pressure."

I watched as his eyes softened. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and simple. Steve broke the kiss and leaned back.

"I am too," he admitted.

"You are?"

"Of course," he smiled sweetly. "There's a lot of pressure and I think that's our problem. Instead of focusing on what we plan to do after the date, let's just focus on having a good time during the date."

                                * * * * *

After our conversation at lunch, Steve and I agreed to focus on the date. Not on what we had planned for after. With that in mind, we had a relaxing, fun time. But we could only ignore it for so long.

We were in Steve's car leaving the restaurant when reality set in. He must've felt it too because he reached over and took my hand. He held it as he pulled into his driveway. Instead of getting out of the car, Steve lifted our intertwined hands up to his lips and kissed my knuckles.

"Let's go inside," he whispered as his lips brushed against the back of my hand. I went to open my door but he pulled on our intertwined hands.

"I thought. . ." I stuttered.

"I'll get the door for you," he smirked. I chewed on my bottom lip as he got out of the car, walked around, and opened my door for me. He grabbed my hand and helped me out.

We walked inside and he led me over to the couch. We sat down, the awkwardness we'd been avoiding all night returning.

"What should we do?" I asked under my breath. I felt Steve look at me, but I couldn't look at him. He squeezed my hand and pulled me into his chest. I felt my face burn as he wrapped his arms around me.

"How about we watch a movie? Does that sound good?"

"That sounds great," I smiled as I cuddled into his chest. Without letting go of me, Steve grabbed the remote and turned on a movie. We relaxed into the couch as the movie started.

Halfway into the movie, we got distracted and Steve started it. He leaned down and started kissing my neck. I've never had a guy touch me like this and it gave me butterflies. After spending some time in the crook of my neck, his lips slowly started making their way up my neck. I leaned my head to the side, letting out a moan as he sucked on my skin.

"Steve," I moaned as he reached my jaw. I gasped when, without pulling his lips away from my neck, Steve pushed me onto my back. He crawled on top of me, his lips now going back down my chin.

"Steve," I moaned again. I grabbed his face and roughly smashed his lips onto mine. I instantly felt him smirk as he started kissing me back.

Things sped up from there. As our lips moved roughly in sync, my hands roamed his body. He moaned against my lips when I started unbuttoning his shirt. In response, he slid the hand that wasn't holding up his weight, under my shirt.

I gasped, giving Steve the chance to slip his tongue into my mouth as his fingers started playing with the cup of my bra. I wanted nothing more than to have him rip off my bra. With his teeth.

The mere thought of that made me tear open Steve's shirt, popping off the rest of his buttons. I let out a disappointed moan when he stopped playing with my bra and slid his hand down my stomach, never letting his hand leave my skin.

Our tongues were in the middle of an intense wrestling match and our hands were unable to stop touching each other. We briefly stopped kissing so Steve could slowly slide my shirt up my torso and toss it aside. Before he could reattach his lips to mine, I finished taking off his shirt.

Steve slid his body against mine as he returned to my lips. We went back to our familiar rough rhythm as our bodies got closer and closer together. I took a shaky breath as Steve pulled away from my lips, only to reattach his lips to the one place I've only ever imagined a guy's lips going - my chest.

I arched my back as he pushed his face between my boobs. He made out with that small patch of skin before choosing a boob. I swore under my breath as Steve slipped his tongue under my bra. I wasn't sure how he was able to do it, but he started playing with my nipple without taking my bra off.

"Holy shit, Steve," I gasped. I looked down and watched as he slowly pulled his face away from my breasts. He looked up at me and purposely rolled his body up mine as he sat up.

"Is something wrong, baby?"

"This is. . . I mean. . . I've never. . ."

I couldn't admit it. Luckily, I didn't need to. Steve caught on. He leaned down and gently kissed my nose.

"Is this your first time, baby?" He asked softly. I bit my lip as I nodded. "We don't have to do anything you aren't ready for, gorgeous."

"I'm ready for it," I said faster than I wished I had. I cleared my throat before continuing, "I'm just a little nervous. I don't know what to do or how to help you enjoy it."

"You have nothing to be nervous about, Y/N," he whispered. "We will take this at your pace, however fast or slow you want to go. We won't do anything you aren't ready for. If it gets too much, all you have to do is tell me and we'll stop. I want to make this experience unforgettable."

I slid my hands up his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. I couldn't resist, wrapping my leg around his waist, and pulling him closer.

"Does this unforgettable experience have to happen on your couch?"

Steve smirked, lust building in his eyes. He slowly sat up, grabbed my hands, and pulled me to my feet. I gasped when he leaned down and picked me up, wrapping both of my legs around his waist. I closed the gap between us and started kissing his neck. I smirked when he moaned my name under his breath.

"Fuck, baby girl," he grunted as he started climbing the stairs.

"Payback," I growled against his neck. I continued nibbling on his neck as he carried me down the hallway. I gasped, quickly turning into a moan when Steve kicked open his bedroom door.

Steve grunted as he dropped me onto his bed. I held my breath as he didn't waste any time before crawling on top of me. He looked deeply into my eyes as he reached down and grabbed the waistband of my skirt. I chewed on my bottom lip as he slowly slid it down my legs, tossing it behind him without looking away from me.

I sat up and stopped him from crawling back over me by pressing my hand to his chest. His smirk darkened as he waited for what I was going to do. With both hands on his chest, I pushed him off of the bed. I opened my legs and pulled him so he was standing between them.

I stared straight into his eyes as I undid his pants. I leaned back as his pants fell to his ankles. Without skipping a beat, Steve kicked them off. Once they were discarded, I grabbed his hips and laid back down, pulling him with me.

Once we were laying on his bed, Steve didn't lean down to kiss me right away. He smiled down at me as he grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers.

"Are you ready?" He asked, his voice so soft it gave me chills. I bit my lip as I slowly nodded. Steve smirked as he shifted so his hips were rocking against mine. He leaned down and delicately pressed his lips to mine.

Compared to the other kisses we've shared tonight, this one was a lot softer. Things didn't start speeding up until he let go of my hand. He dragged his hand down my arm and down my side, stopping when he got to the top seam of my underwear. I bit his lip as he slipped his fingers in a place I'd never been touched.

I broke the kiss, arching my back with a loud moan as Steve pushed his fingers into me. I swore under my breath as this satisfaction spread throughout my body. While his fingers got deeper into me, I struggled to slide my underwear down my legs.

I let out a small whine as Steve pulled his fingers out of me so he could help me discard my underwear. I grabbed his face, roughly bringing it back to mine. This time when we kissed, we started off rough. Our lips and tongues battled for dominance.

Steve smirked as he slid his hand under me. As he played with the clasp of my bra, I played with the waistband of his boxers. Right as he finally unclasped my bra, I slid his boxers down. We broke the kiss, breathing heavily as we looked into each other's eyes.

He chuckled as he sat up, pulling me with him. While he tore off his boxers, I took off my bra. Once we were both completely on display for the other to enjoy, we took a second to take the other in. I held my breath as Steve lay down, pushing me with him. He didn't break eye contact with me as he reached over and grabbed something from his bedside table.

My face heated up as I watched him open the shiny package. I clenched my legs together, never feeling as desperate as I felt now as he slipped the condom on. He looked back up at me with a teasing smirk.

"How you feeling?" He asked as he gently dragged his fingers up and down my bare arm. I grabbed his arms, massaging his triceps.

"Ready," I said through my teeth as I adjusted my body underneath him. I moaned when he let out a growl as he brought himself closer to me. I tightly gripped my thigh, opening my legs.

"Just tell me if this gets too much for you, baby."

I was about to respond but the sudden pressure of him pushing into me made any noise I was planning to make get caught in my throat. I arched my back as I got used to the pressure and the feelings spreading through my body. It took a second but once I got used to it, I relaxed and grabbed Steve's shoulders. I pulled him closer, unintentionally making him push further into me.

We both swore under our breaths as we started rocking against each other. Our bodies moved in sync as we did things that helped move things along. When I wanted to deepen what we were doing, I grabbed his face and brought his lips to mine. Our lips moved roughly in sync as Steve rocked his hips against mine.

I felt something inside me build but I didn't want to let it go just yet. I got lost as our tongues battled, our bodies danced, and our orgasms matched. Something seemed to trigger Steve as he started pushing into me harder and pulling out of me slower.

"Shit," I gasped against his lips. This just made him smirk.

"Let go," he growled. I moaned his name as I obeyed him.

He let out a deep chuckle as he released too. He was about to roll off of me but I stopped him. Steve looked into my eyes, the lust slowly fading into something else.

"How'd it feel?" He asked under his breath. I reached up and moved some hair out of his face.

"Amazing," I whispered. "But. . ."

"But?"

I leaned up and pressed my lips softly to his. When I broke the kiss, he was still confused.

"But next time, there are a few things I wanna try."

"Anything for you, baby."

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I woke up the next morning with an arm wrapped around my bare waist. I looked over my shoulder to see Steve asleep next to me. I slowly and carefully sat up without waking him. I leaned down, grabbed the nearest shirt off the ground, and slipped it over my head. A blush formed on my face when I realized it wasn't my shirt. It was one of Steve's.

I jumped when my phone started ringing. I quickly went to answer it, letting out a sigh of relief when it didn't wake Steve up.

"Hello?" I answered softly as I snuck into Steve's bathroom.

"Hey, princess."

My heart jumped into my throat when I pulled my phone away from my ear to see that Eric had called me.

"How'd you sleep last night?" Oliver asked. "I know you don't sleep that well when Eric and I aren't home."

I looked over my shoulder, my face burning when I saw Steve still fast asleep, naked in his bed. I cleared my throat, trying to get rid of the frog that formed after memories of last night flashed into my brain.

"Surprisingly, I slept pretty well."

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #joe keery

[eclipsedrawsthings]

Lesser-Known BNHA Character Details

A list of things from the light novels, spin-offs, and such that I think more people should know about because they’re fun •w•

For reference on my personal canon hierarchy, with the exception of spoofs (SMASH, I’m looking at you) I consider the main manga and anime the top, and accept everything else that doesn’t contradict the information provided there—for example, I’ll accept Tsuyu’s ghost encounter as canon, but I personally believe she was with a cousin at the time since we know she doesn’t have an older sister.

Yaomomo’s mother is a very sweet person who goes out of her way to make her daughter’s friends feel welcome, adores Jirou, and has been nicknamed Yaomama. She is also a terrible cook and has the critical thinking skills of a sea cucumber (source: light novels, specifically volumes 2 and 3)

There is a pro hero named Odd-Eye who basically embodies Middle Schooler Syndrome. His Quirk is forcing people to reveal their embarrassing secrets (source: Team Up Missions volume 2)

Izuku likes zombie movies, or at the very least has seen enough of them to know their common tropes (source: Training of the Dead OVA)

Aizawa became a teacher out of peer pressure, mostly from Midnight (source: Vigilantes)

Izuku becomes a “bloodthirsty quiz demon” during trivia games. Most people are terrified by this, but Eri thinks it’s cool (source: light novels volume 4)

The large scar on Izuku’s right arm is from Dabi, not Muscular. When the boys land in the clearing, Dabi’s fire is seen brushing his arm exactly where he later has the scar (source: main story, training camp arc)

Kendo doesn’t feel fully comfortable being called a woman, noting that the word feels like “a burden” and she prefers to be defined on her own terms (source: light novels volume 4)

Rody’s younger siblings are baby weebs (source: Team Up Missions volume 3)

After the events of Two Heroes, the Shields are no longer living on I-Island, which is likely why Melissa is able to travel freely (source: Team Up Missions volume 1)

Shouto’s listed blood type of O is impossible, as Endeavor’s blood type is listed as AB. My best explanation for this is that Shouto has a mutation that results in his blood genotype being A and phenotype being O, meaning his actual blood type is A (source: Ultra Analysis and my 10th-grade biology class)

Hagakure knows how to make booby traps, and likely does so regularly (source: Team Up Missions volume 2)

Shinsou can read lips (source: Team Up Missions volume 3)

Kouda can’t actually understand animals, only control them (source: light novels volume 3)

Shouto spent a good part of move-in day running around campus helping Hatsume. Recovery Girl gave him the tatami mats, which he specifically wanted because he didn’t like how the floor felt on his feet (source: light novels volume 3)

Hagakure and Tsunotori liked the same anime as kids (source: light novels volume 3)

If Ochako could have any of the boys’ Quirks, she would want Bakugo’s, specifically so she could go wild in a fight (source: light novels volume 2)

Bakugo has never gotten Valentine’s chocolate (source: light novels volume 6)

Shouto has stated he’s “not looking for that kind of action” while in conversation with the grape, which to me implies that he’s not interested in girls (source: light novels volume 6)

Aizawa is supposed to tell Mic if he’s going drinking (source: light novels volume 3)

There’s plenty more of these, but I’m out of time for now! Let me know if you want a part 2 •w•

#bnha #BNHA trivia #bnha light novel #bnha team up missions #BNHA fanfic resource #I might do a specific list for Tddk or mmjr moments

[abbysbraids]

Head over heels part 2

Note: this isn’t my best writing but I have to the people what they want , should I add smut in the next part ???

Days after meeting the girls of your dreams you couldn’t stop thinking about her , you needed to see her again your , how could you fall for her not even knowing her name , how could you find her ?

Deciding to take action you get up from bed to find her maybe she’s close to you ? Picking the clothes off the floor and put on some and heading out the door , heading to the coffee shop until you notice her siting in the cafe, can’t help but admire her she’s the most gorgeous woman you’ve seen , she saw you admiring her , a small smerk appear slowly getting up to approach you “ hi pretty girl “ shes so much hotter than you remember looking at her muscles you just want to bite them “ hi remember me “ feeling a boost of confidence “ of course I do how could forget a girl like you “ you feel yourself blushing hard putting your hand in you face in embarrassment “ don’t hide from me sweetheart it’s cute when you get embarrassed “

feeing your shyness take over you

“ what’s you name or should I just call you princess “

“ it’s y/n how about you “ you say

“Abby “ saying it with a sultry voice feeling your knew almost buckle

“ can I have your number “ holy shit did she just ask for you number you could faint “ yeah sure here “

Picking up a random paper and writing your number and handing it to her , watching as her big hands grab the paper it looks small in her hands , she chuckled noticing you stare at her hand “ something on your mind there princess” you snap out of it immediately “ no sorry I just can’t help it , your so fucking hot “ her checks get red laughing in a nerdy cute laugh “thanks y/n I appreciate it “ you smile hard your already in head over heels for her “ how about a library date tomorrow 7 you free? “ hearing her exited squeal makes your heart happy “ I would love too” she smiled showing a bit of her teeth “ how about we get some ice cream “ she says in a confidence voice “ let’s go abby “

you just walk and talk about your life , you found out her dad died at the age 17 she meant the world to him “ shit I’m so sorry Abby you shouldn’t have to go through that “

“ thank you , you know he would have loved you , you kinda reminded me of him “ you stop walking to hug her , leaning her chin on your shoulders kissing her cheek “ he would be so proud of you “ you can see a tear form in her eyes , wiping it always “ he told me that a lot , made sure I never forgot it I’m such a loser for crying I’m sorry “

Inviting her into your embrace not wanting to let her go “ it’s okay silly I love that about you , your so open about your feelings, how about we go to my place I’ll make you some tea and we can chat how does that sound abs”

she chuckled lightly “ amazing let’s go where your place “ waking for a short time you made it your place its a nice apartment , talking your keys out to open your door , guiding Abby to head inside, she looks around eye wide “ it’s so beautiful wow “

“ thanks i decarcerated it myself , sit down I’m gonna grab some snacks “

Hanging her jacket on you front door , you end up falling asleep on the couch she gets a blanket and cover you up wondering how lucky she is to have Meet you .

Playlist🎀

Pink+white-Frank ocean

In the morning- rocco

A big brown dog named bagel-Nep

Moon song -pheobe bridegers

Bags -clairo

( you) on my arms - leith Ross

Kingston-Faye Webster

Beautiful stranger- laufey

20191009 I like her - mac demarco

#the last of us #abby x reader #abby the last of us #abby anderson #abby tlou

[1-8oo-wtfbro]

Damian Al Ghul- Wayne fic recommendations

(THESE ARE ONLY A COUPLE TELL ME IF U WANT MORE OR A PART 2!!)

BrickSheep is one of my go-to ppl for Damian fics and content and just one of my OVERALL favs. they do great work and their writing is spectacular.

Satisfaction Brought It Back, by commanderquill. it’s a fic where Damian doesn’t end up with the Batfam when he comes to Gotham, but instead with Selina, and they become paw-tners in crime.

Spoiler Alert!, by almondrose. I really liked this one and thought it was inspiring bc i LOVE “time travel”/“supernatural” fics (it’s not rlly specified). i thought the concept was something ppl should expand

So, You Come Here Often? by Kate_Sylvester. It’s an amnesia JonDami fic that’s sweet and funny with some emotions! Cute Awkward flirting (if u couldn’t tell by the title)

I’m Where I Need To Be by BrickSheep is one of my ALL TIME FAVS!!! fem!Damian (who might seem OOC but it makes sense given what Damian’s gone through/how she was raised in this au. since Damian’s personality is very hinged on his upbringing i think this fic did a good job on showing how different the character would be if their experiences are different.), and i love the relationship between her and her family!!!! very sweet and wholesome and i did cry so much at the end (and throughout the whole thing-)

Who Broke It?, orphan_account. i liked this oneshot. it’s funny and the family shenanigans are hilarious (especially Damian’s reactions to them-). i loved the sibling solidarity and thought it was nice and realistic.

Don’t Be Suspicious by CarrionCarnival. This one is a funny one ab Damian accidentally getting high, and it made me wanna write Stoner Damian fics. It’s silly and pretty cute, with protective older siblings coming in at the end.

#damian wayne #fic recommendation #fic list #Damian Wayne Fic #Damian Wayne fic list #damian al ghul #literally i’m so embarrassed bc i’m pretty sure i gushed to a damian blog in their asks like a loser and freaked them out #fic recommendations #ao3fic #ao3 fic list #robin damian #damian #baby damian wayne #baby damian #kid damian wayne #kid damian