#they postponed it here's how we can still win

[faildivorce]

manifesting

#they postponed it here's how we can still win

[brooooswriting]

Hi! Could I please request Leighton x reader where the reader is Whitney’s teammate on the soccer team and they have an away game and they end up getting sick during the game so Whitney calls Leighton and they pick them up and take them home and take care of them and it’s super fluffy.

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Leighton Murray x reader

“Damn bro, you look like shit” Whitney said as you arrived at the parking lot where the rest of the team was. As soon as the words left her mouth you frantically looked around.

“Shhhh” you grumbled, checking around you one more. “Leighton wanted to come say goodbye and I don’t want her to know. So can you stop talking so damn loud” your bag hit the ground with a loud thud, making Willow turn around.

“Why? Dude, don’t tell me you were out getting drunk and cheated on her” she was half joking and half scared about what might be wrong with you.

“Obviously… not. Who do you think I am?! I had a real bad migraine yesterday and I couldn’t sleep, I still have one. Shit just doesn’t go away” you explained to the two who gave you a sympathetic smile. Willow also dealt with migraines and it was more than once that Whitney had to hold your hair while you threw up due to them. But it wasn’t unusual that they were a telltale sign of something else coming.

“Girl is coming” willow warned you as she saw Leighton come towards you.

“Hey, I just wanted to say goodbye. I’m so sorry that I cant come to watch” the blonde said as she pulled you a bit further away so you could talk in private.

“It’s alright, I get it” you told her, mustering up the best smile you could. You didn’t want her to worry about you since she had a lot to do.

“So, go and win that thing. We will celebrate when you get back okay?” There was a moment of silence where she just looked at you, her eyes studying you which made you panic. You tried to look as happy and healthy as you could which wasn’t really working. “Are you feeling alright? You look kinda ill baby” she added as she stepped closer to you, her hands finding your face.

“It’s okay, I’m just a bit nervous. So, you were talking about celebrating when I come back?” You grinned which made her giggle too. You wrapped your arms around her waist to pull her closer.

“You’ll do great, you always do. I will see you in four days okay?” You pressed a couple of soft kisses to her lips, she wasn’t the biggest fan of pda so you tried to keep it down.

“Y/n, we gotta go” the coach screamed making both you and Leighton roll your eyes. You slightly turned to tell her that you were coming.

This time the blonde pressed a more passionate kiss to your lips before letting you go. “You sure you alright?” She questioned again, feeling like something was wrong.

“Yeah, I’ll text you when we arrive okay? Love you” you pressed a kiss to her temple before walking to the bus.

“Good luck, love you too”

You fell into the seat next to Whitney, your head immediately falling to her shoulder. The girl sighed, she knew that you probably shouldn’t play and should stay home in your bed but she also knew how important these games were to you and if it was just a headache you should be okay. Willow nudged Whitney when they were 3/4th of the way to see if you were still asleep, and you were. Plus, your head started to feel warmer over time and your phone was going off non stop. They assumed it was Leighton who was trying to chat with you during one of her courses.

Once they arrived you were carefully shaken awake, the two girls giving you a soft smile. “We are here, sleepyhead. Are you sure you’re up for this?” Willow asked, if they were only here for one game she wouldn’t have said anything and let you power through. But since there were some Postponements you had to play two games in one day.

“Yes, I’m fine. I just need a bit of water and an aspirin and I’ll be fine. I promise” you gave them a smile before looking at your phone. “Damn, but before I’ll be calling my very angry and concerned girlfriend” they laughed as you scurried of to talk to Leighton.

“Damn, look who’s back” one of your teammates laughed as you came into the locker room after your call with Leighton. You offered a polite laugh as you got your stuff out of your bag and started to change.

The coach and the team were amazed by how you powered through the first 20 minutes of the game but it was obvious how quickly you let up, your movements were uncontrolled and it was clear that you had problem running straight. “Time out” the coach called out quickly when she saw your legs bend in a weird way. Jenna and another teammate quickly caught you as they were closest to you. “Y/n? You alright?” Jenna asked to keep you concise as best as possible.

You mumbled out something incoherent as they half carried you to the side of the field. “Does anyone know if her parents live nearby? I don’t want her to stay out here for the next two games” the coach asked into the group but before anyone could answer you spoke up.

“No! It’s okay, I just need a power bar and a painkiller and I can go back” Whitney shook her head, her phone already in her hand so she could call your girlfriend. She wasn’t sure if Leighton was going to pick you up but if the blonde found out that you were ill and she didn’t tell her she’d be dead.

“The only place you’re going is home y/l/n, you did really good. But now it’s time to get better ok?” Willow said, her hand rubbing your back in a comforting manner.

“Leighton?” Whitney spoke into her phone after going somewhere more quiet. She knew that Leighton would freak out a bit and it would be easier to calm her if she could hear what she was saying.

“Whit? Is everything alright? Did you guys already win?” Her voice was happy until she realized that her roommates mood was off. “Whitney?” She questioned again.

“Everything is okay, Leigh. It’s just that… well y/n seems to be ill, she nearly broke down on the field but-“ she didn’t even have the opportunity to finish as the blonde started talking.

“Im coming to get her. I’ll be there in an hour, one and a half max” and with that the phone call was over. The football player sighed, she knew that the other girl wasn’t thinking rationally. It takes at least 2 and a half hours to get to them, with the bus it was a lot longer. But still, there was no way she’d make it in such short notice.

“Her girlfriend will pick her up, said she’ll be here in an hour and a half, but I think it will be more like 2 and a half” she told the coach as you laid on a bank, a towel was covering your face to shield your face from the brightness of the sun. You must have fallen asleep as the next thing you knew was a hand carefully shaking you awake.

“Y/n, babe, you gotta wake up” you immediately perked up when you heard your girlfriend’s voice, removing the cover from your face and sitting up. The fast motion wasn’t the greatest thing as a wave of nausea and dizziness overcame you. “You alright?” Her hand quickly found your forehead, a sigh leaving her when she felt how warm it was.

“Yeah, it’s okay. You didn’t have to come” you insisted but your protest was weak which showed her that you must really feel shitty. You hated it when other people could see your weak side so you’d fight a lot more if you had the energy.

“We will talk about this later, now come on. The car is waiting” she carefully pulled you up before Jenna grabbed your other arm to help her get you to the car. Whitney carried your bag and said her goodbye before returning to the field.

“Don’t loose idiot” you grinned weakly which made her laugh.

Once you sat in the car and Leighton made sure you had everything you might need, water, pills, a bag to throw up, some food and a blanket she gave the driver a sign. The car started to roll and you were out like a light. The blonde took the middle seat so you could rest against her, your head leaning onto her shoulder. Every now and then she pressed a kiss to your head while her hand rubbed your arm. Sadly, your temperature didn’t seem to go down and every now and then a cough left your mouth.

Leighton felt bad about waking you up but the car stopped and her bed was way more comfortable than the car. “Baby, cmon we are here. Let’s get you to bed huh?” You weakly opened your eyes and gave her a nod before crawling out of the car. You tried to grab your bag but the girl was quicker as she slung it over her shoulder, her hand grabbing yours as she pulled you along. “I know this sucks but I want you to take a shower before you go to bed. You sweated a lot on the field and I think it’d be good for you” she explained as she pulled out some of the clothes you had at hers.

After a quick shower and a lot of whining from your side, Leigh blowdried your hair and then got you back to bed. “Need anything else?” She asked as you pulled the covers over yourself, a bottle of water and everything else you might need on the side table. You shook your head which made her smile at her accomplishment. She never really took care of someone else as she never had a real partner but she seemed to do a good job. So she quickly changed into some more comfortable clothes and crawled into bed with you.

“No” you mumbled and scooted away from her which confused her. She tried again but again you scooted further away which was really hard in the small bed.

“What why?”

“You’ll get ill, too” it was hard to understand what you said as your whole face was pressed into the pillow but since the bed was so small she was close enough.

“You’re being stupid! If I get sick it was worth it, so now let me cuddle you until you feel better. We both know you want to” she grinned at the last part and wiggled her eyebrows which made you smile too.

“You sure?” As she nodded again you scooted back so you could cuddle into her. Her arms wrapped around you as your head rested on her chest. “Thank you for taking care of me” you pressed a light kiss to the hoodie she was clad in before closing your eyes again.

After a couple of hours, Leighton decided to call Kimberly and ask her if she could bring you two something to eat from Sips. Of course she’d rather eat, well anything else, but then she’d have to get up and wake you. So sips it was.

“Kimberly, hey, can you bring y/n and me something from the cafe? Preferably a soup for her, she came down with the flu and is now sleeping in my bed. I don’t wanna leave her” she mumbled into the phone, careful not to wake you. Even though she was sure that the pills knocked you out so bad that even a bomb wouldn’t have woken you.

“Sure, I’ll be there in like half an hour to an hour is that okay?”

“Yes, thank you a lot. I’ll Venmo you the money”

About an hour later there was a soft knock on the door before her roommate entered the room. “Hey, I got her a noodle soup, a tea and a sandwich just in case she was hungry after the game. And I got you a burrito, without meat this time and a coffee” Kimberly explained as she gave Leighton the things she bought. After she thanked her and venmoed the money the brunette left the room again.

“Am I smelling soup?” You whispered with a rough voice as your girlfriend woke you up. Your throat hurt worse than before and your headache was still painfully present but at least your temperature seemed to go down.

“Yeah, Kimberly brought it. Now sit up so you can eat something. Oh, she got you a tea too” she helped you up and propped a pillow behind your back to make it more comfortable. Once you were situated she handed you the container of soup and a spoon before starting to eat herself. She looked over to see you staring at the liquid, the spoon dipping in and out without touching your mouth. “What’s wrong?” She asked as she turned towards you.

You only sent her a shy smile which made her study your face deeper. “Scared that it’s going to hurt?” You gave her a nod and she send you a sad smile. “But you gotta eat something, please? Just try it” you felt bad about worrying her so you gave her a nod and put the spoon to your mouth.

After a bit of a fight, you ate the whole soup and drank your tea while watching your comfort movie. The duvet was pulled up to your chin and your head rested in Leighton lap while she scratched your scalp with one hand, the other one playing on her phone. It got later and later as you drifted in and out of consciousness. At one point you felt your girlfriend leave the bed for about 10 minutes before she returned, this time laying next to you.

“Good night, wake me up if you need anything ok?” She told you as her hand rubbed your back and her lips pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

You gave her a nod, even though you knew that you weren’t going to. “I love you” you answered instead, moving your head up so you could send her a tired smile which she returned. “I love you too”

The next time you woke up it was around 7/8 a.m. and both you and Leighton were more than happy that it was a Saturday. Your throat still hurt and the headache was still there, plus your cough hasn’t left completely but your temperature seemed to be around normal again. “Good morning” the girl you used as a pillow said as she stretched as best as she could with you on top of her.

“Good morning” you rasped out as your head rested on her chest again.

“How are you feeling?” The back of her hand carefully pressed against your forehead to feel your temperature as she asked.

“Better, a lot actually. Thanks to you alone love” Leighton had to say, she was really proud of herself. She alone nursed you to become better.

“No problem, I just which you had told me earlier. Like when I asked you that morning” she admitted, she felt bad about bringing it up while you were still ill but she wanted to get it off of her chest. You gave her a sigh before scooting away so you could look at her.

“I’m sorry. I meant to, I really did but I knew you would have made me stay at home, which in retrospect would have been smarter, but I didn’t wanna leave the team alone” you explained as you studied her face, hop on that she’d understand you.

“I get it, but this was really dangerous you idiot. And then you wanted to go back on the field after you almost passed out? You gotta set boundaries for yourself” you knew she was right and you hated it.

“Well, if you’re always going to take care of me like this when I’m ill I’ll look forward to it” you joked as you pulled her into you.

“Glad to see that you feel better. But what are we thinking about sleeping for another hour or two?” You gave her a happy nod and settled back into the bed to get another hour of sleep. Your heart fluttered at the way she held you, not once did you have a partner who cared for you as deeply as Leighton did and you really hoped that she knew how much you cared about her too.

“I love you” you mumbled into her as her breath evened out. You couldn’t wait until you were healthy again so you could kiss her again.

#reader insert #brooooswriting #leighton murray x reader #renee rapp x reader #tslocg x reader

[popponn]

before sleeping. [isagi yoichi x reader]

notes: the thought process here is hehe isagi and then isagi sure gets feral sometimes and then hey feral is biting right and then i postponed my sleeping schedule for this. this guy is midnight madness inducer. if the first paragraph isnt clear enough. no warning except yeah this is a total fluff despite the prompt. established relationship, post canon / pro-player! isagi.

Isagi Yoichi is a genuinely nice person. A really good boyfriend with a normal and nice family, an excellent career in soccer—an overall green flag that also comes with good communication skill. His downside would probably be his soccer obsession, but if one looks from the right angle it would become a charm point along with his occasional clumsiness on other field other than his beloved sport.

Case in point, Isagi Yoichi is a normal guy, most of the time.

“Can I bite you?”

With that being said, it wouldn’t be your fault to be surprised when he suddenly asked this when the two of you were already in sleeping attires.

It was almost midnight and you were dressed in Yoichi’s old t-shirt, baggy and too large for the both of you to wear. Beside you, Yoichi already lied on his side to face you and ready to be asleep, considering the 12 hours jet lag he was supposed to be having. Yet, with his big blue eyes, he stared directly towards yours—whose are sleepy, heavy, and definitely tired.

You, who froze midway in your way to cover yourself with a blanket, blinked for a few times with your mouth slightly agape. Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to process what Yoichi just said. After a few moments of silence, you finally found your voice again, “…I thought… we are about to sleep…?”

“Yeah,” Yoichi answered simply. “But, like, can I bite you? Just once?”

You could only blink once again. Was this some leftover adrenaline high from his winning goal? You knew how Yoichi becomes a bit of someone else whenever he became excited or on a high tension—but it never really came out of blue. Especially at home like this.

Confused, you could only said, “Huh. Wow.”

In respond, Yoichi parroted both your confusion and noise, “Huh? Wow?”

“I mean,” you began to try to explain, slowly feeling your sleepiness wanning off. “That sure came out of nowhere.”

A dumb and blank expression appeared on Yoichi’s face upon hearing your words. Then, it took a mere second before it shifted into one that is full of panic and bashfulness. Yoichi immediately pushed his body to sit along with you as both his hands shook in front of him, “Oh—uh! I mean—It’s just that I look at you in that shirt and just—!”

“It’s not bad, or anything. It was just sudden,” you said, eyes fixed on his sheepish gestures. “It’s not everyday you just blurt things like that at home.”

Yoichi laughed nervously and suddenly seemed to find an interest in the crease of your shared blanket. You let him took his time to continue meanwhile you lied down to your sleeping position. As you finally covered yourself in blanket, Yoichi followed you, embarrassment still dyeing his face, “It’s, uh, I think I missed you a bit too much this time?” Yoichi said, unsure.

You chuckled as you already warped your whole body in blanket, “Playing the sweet words now, huh?”

“It’s not like that!” Yoichi insisted whilst shifting his position for a few times, trying to find comfort. “Like, I also don’t really understand why, but it’s like I really want to bite you. But like positively, in a very ‘I love you’ kind of way?”

At his wording, you found yourself smiling with a soft, unvoiced chortles bubbling inside your stomach. Even in a confusing sentence, the way he just said ‘I love you’ so easily yet earnestly really did things to your heart. You knew that this one was fueled by Yoichi’s own nervousness and confusion—yet still, it felt as genuine as he always is.

“Well,” you paused, pretending to be in a thought, before continuing. “Where do you even want to bite?”

This time, it was Yoichi’s turn to freeze. “Uh. I didn’t think that far.”

As you failed to swallow your laughs, you patted his head, “Now, now, isn’t my Mr. Striker’s head tired? Let’s do the biting and everything else tomorrow, ‘kay?”

Yoichi’s expression soften at your words and pats. Your fingers slowly moved, gently tracing the outlines of his face, and Yoichi’s bashfulness return with a look he kept only for you, “…fine.”

You nodded, smiles still in your face as you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep. Knowing Isagi Yoichi, he probably just thought that you were way too tired and chose sleep out of consideration. How sweet, truly.

But, also this is Isagi Yoichi and he never knows when to give up. With one last offering, he wrapped his hand around your back, “Can I hug you for the whole night, at least, though?”

“Sure, sure, Mr. Egoist. Aren’t you clingy today, huh?”

#bllk #bllk imagines #blue lock #blue lock fluff #bllk x reader #bluelock x reader #blue lock scenarios #blue lock x reader #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi yoichi #bllk isagi #blue lock isagi #isagi fluff #drabbles #thanks for my friend for being awake and betaing this #i agree this was like a case of possession #i thought i wont write and rest today but mr egoist is uh yeah #this is also a case of photosynthesis btw for me by me #the summary is just repeating the first few lines bye

[lambertdiary]

can I request daltons family dropping by his dorm one day and catching dalton and the reader who he’s dating by surprise and it’s the first they’re seeing of the reader they didn’t even know he had a girlfriend ?

A/N: heyy! i'm so so so sorry it took this long to finish this but hopefully you're still around to read it! i had SO much fun with this idea, i think it's my favorite thing i've written so i hope you like it too!! feel free to let me know :)

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: fluff, language, established relationship, ‘heavy’ makeout

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Unexpected

“I’m sorry you’re stuck with me on your birthday”

It was Dalton’s birthday today and Y/N wanted to do something really special for him, but due to a large amount of homework she needed to finish by midnight, they decided to postpone their celebratory plans to the weekend.

But that didn’t stop them from spending the rest of the day together. Dalton insisted they meet in his room after class so he could help her with her work, that way she could finish faster and they would be together, so it was a win-win.

They were both sitting on Dalton’s bed, surrounded by a few books and other school supplies “Stuck isn’t the word I would use” He said with a heavy book in his hands as he read through the pages.

“Well you are, we were supposed to do something fun today, but instead you’re here with me, helping me with this stupid assignment” Y/N put her laptop down and pushed herself out of the bed “Can I change into one of your shirts? This outfit is getting uncomfortable”

“Sure” Dalton fully turned his body to face the window, giving his girlfriend some privacy to change.

Y/N opened one of the drawers and took a black and white tie dye sweatshirt, quickly removing her top and replacing it with Dalton’s clothing “It’s getting late, I thought we would be done in time to at least go get some dinner” She was clearly frustrated with herself “You can look now” 

Dalton returned to his old position and followed Y/N with his eyes as she got closer to him, he took a moment to admire how his sweatshirt looked on her “It’s only 5 PM, but maybe we can order something and just stay here, we can even make a picnic out of it, if that’s okay with you” He looked at her with loving eyes, gesturing her to get back on the bed. 

“But I thought you wanted to go to the new italian restaurant you told me about the other day” Y/N whispered with her head down. She took Dalton’s hand but stayed standing next to him.

“I don’t need some fancy expensive dinner to have a good birthday, okay? Being with you is more than enough” He brought Y/N’s hand up to his lips, leaving soft kisses all over it.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at this “Are you sure?”

“Of course, you do remember it was me who offered to help you, right?”

“But we haven’t done anything today, I just wanna make sure you’re completely, 100% okay with this”

“I thought I made it clear when we talked last night… and just now”

“Ok” She finally agreed “Let’s order something then”

Happy that she was on board with his plan, he looked for his phone on the mess that was his bed, spotting it after a few seconds but getting only a black screen “My phone’s dead” He groaned, reaching for a charger. He plugged his phone and then proceeded to leave it on the desk and returned his full attention to his girlfriend 

She looked terrified as she inspected her remaining work “Ugh” Y/N dramatically fell in the middle of the room, her back flat on the floor “I’m dropping out”

“Come on love, we’re almost done, you can’t give up now” He was now sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at Y/N. He felt for her, he knew how stressed out and overwhelmed she got in moments like these, especially being under pressure and deep down still having that idea that she ruined Dalton’s birthday.

“I can’t think anymore, my brain is about to shut down” She covered her face with her hands, feeling the need to take a break from staring at her screen.

“Do you wanna stop for a moment? Do you need a break?”

“I do” Dalton held her hand and helped her get back up. Not dropping her hand, he guided her back on the bed. 

“Okay, let’s pause for a moment” She was on the verge of tears but tried her hardest to hold them back, not wanting to make this situation worse.

Sitting on his lap, she estranged her legs around his waist. Getting comfortable as she felt Dalton’s hand caressing her back with a warm comforting smile on his face “I love you” She whispered softly.

Dalton’s smile grew bigger “I love you so much more, you have no idea” She was about to speak again but Dalton stopped her “Uh-uh, I win” Y/N could sense tears threatening to come out again, this time for a different reason, but suppressed her thoughts as she noticed Dalton’s eyes flickering between her eyes and her lips. She saw him get closer and let out a sigh when he pressed a gentle kiss on her temple. Then, he gave one last look at her soft lips before leaning in for a kiss, but suddenly stopped when their lips were barely touching “Is this okay?” He asked.

“Yes” Y/N breathed, cutting the distance between them. 

As they’re kissing, everything on her head goes oddly quiet, and she’s only thinking about Dalton. The kiss is long and full of love, feeling each other smile from time to time. Eventually, Y/N breaks the kiss, needing to catch her breath “Oh shit, sorry” Y/N looked at the lipstick mark on Dalton’s face as she tried to wipe it off with her thumb, but failed and only smudged it “I forgot I still had my makeup on”

“It’s okay, maybe this was all I needed to become the Lipstick Demon”

Dalton saw Y/N’s eyes widen “Don’t be stupid” They both laughed, Y/N gently pushing him. He reached out to push the hair out of her face, leaning in for another kiss “You know I still have to finish my homework” She said against his lips, feeling Dalton get a little worked up.

Dalton hummed in response, not breaking the kiss.

Meanwhile, Dalton’s parents were entering the building. They wanted to surprise him for his birthday. They had a gift and a dinner reservation for the three of them. It’s been a while since they saw him, but his birthday seemed like the perfect excuse to pay him a visit.

Josh checked his phone for the millionth time. They had been trying to get a hold of their son for nearly two hours “Really, what’s the point of having a phone if you’re not gonna pick up a call or answer some texts? It’s not hard”

“I’m sure he’s just busy” Renai tried defending him “Maybe we should have told him we were coming. What if he already made plans and that’s why he’s not picking up?”

“I don’t think he did, he’s just ignoring us like he always does” Taking the elevator, they reached the right floor and Renai followed Josh as he guided the way to Dalton’s dorm “I think this is it” He said knocking on the door.

Dalton and Y/N broke their kiss, looking at the door trying to decipher who could be out there “Is that Chris?” Dalton was annoyed that their makeout session was interrupted, but that feeling was soon replaced with worry when he recognized the voice on the other side of the door. Shit.

“I think there’s someone in there with him” Renai said, taking a step back worried they interrupted something important.

“Maybe it's his roommate” Josh knocked once again.

“He doesn’t have a roommate yet” Renai was now whispering.

“It’s my parents” Dalton took Y/N’s hips and gently pushed her out of his lap.

Landing on the bed, Y/N could feel her hands starting to sweat, she has never met Dalton’s parents before, she didn’t think they even had any idea she existed and the fact that they were out there and practically caught them in the middle of… that, made her nervous, to say the least. 

Dalton walked towards the entrance, adjusting his pants and fixing his hair on his way there “Don’t worry, they’re nice” He whispered to Y/N before opening the door.

“Hey sweetie” Renai greeted him with a smile, wanting to scan the room behind him without being too obvious but his stained face gave her the answers she was looking for. 

“Hey guys, what are you doing here?” Dalton said in a surprised tone, stepping aside to let his parents in. 

“We tried to call you but you never answer your phone” Josh said showing his son his call history, and indeed there were at least 7 unanswered calls from Dalton “There’s a reason you have one of these things, you know?”

“Josh-” Renai interrupted him, slightly hitting his arm “Happy birthday darling” She pulled her son in for a hug.

Josh joining them shortly after "Happy birthday, buddy" He muttered.

“Thank you” Dalton said awkwardly “Uh- this is Y/N… my girlfriend”

Y/N’s face was burning as she stepped closer Dalton’s parents “Hi, nice to meet you”

 “Hi, I’m Renai” She sweetly said, shaking her hand.

“I’m Josh” He waited for his turn to shake Y/N’s hand.

“I’ve heard a lot about you!” She was trying really hard to overcome her negative feeling, there was no way she would screw up the first impression “Woah, Dalton does an amazing job at drawing you guys” She said looking back at Dalton’s art wall.

“Oh, that’s so nice of you. I hope we didn’t interrupt anything” Renai looked at both of them, the worry and guilt present in her voice.

“No! Don’t worry” Dalton rushed to reply before his mom could say something else “We were just finishing some homework” He pointed at the bed full of books.

“Yeah, I bet you were” Y/N had hoped they didn’t know what was happening before they came in, but now they were both blushing. She looked at him looking for comfort but eyes widened when she noticed her lipstick still on Dalton’s face. Judging by his expression,Y/N guessed he remembered too.

“Josh- well Dalton, do you have any plans for tonight? Your dad and I wanted to surprise you for your birthday and we haven’t seen you in months so we planned a few things. You should join us!” Renai exclaimed looking at Y/N.

Dalton and Y/N replied at the same time “We are still working”

“I have a lot of homework to finish but thank you so much for the invitation” She declined politely.

“What is it? Maybe Josh can help you”

“Oh please, don’t worry” Y/N turned to face Dalton “You should go, I can finish on my own” She gave her boyfriend a reassuring look.

“I promised I’d help you finish-”

“Dalton, your parents drove all the way here” She insisted. 

“Well, dinner reservations are at 7, you and Dalton can finish while we wait and I will call the restaurant and ask them to add one more person” Josh looked at the couple, waiting for approval on his plan.

“Do you think we can make it on time? Please come with me” Dalton whispered getting closer to Y/N, almost as if he only wanted her to listen to his words.

Y/N smiled softly at his sweet tone “Okay, but we should start right now” She agreed.

“Great!” Josh replied, smiling at Y/N as he stepped out of the room getting ready to call the restaurant.

“Y/N, I’m so happy you’re joining us tonight! This is the first time I have the pleasure to meet one of Dalton’s girls”

“Mom” He interrupted in a warning tone. Y/N’s smile was growing, the nervousness was leaving her body and she definitely understood why Dalton talked about his mom so much.

“What? You never brought a girl home”

“Okay, we are gonna finish our homework now” He said, taking Y/N’s hand and getting back on the bed.

“Oh don’t worry” Renai claimed a spot on the bed across from them “We’ll talk over dinner”

#dalton lambert #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fic #ty simpkins #insidious #insidious the red door #dalton lambert fluff #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert imagines #dalton lambert smut #insidious 5

[pink-sparkly-witch]

The One That Got Away - Chapter Sixteen

Warnings: language, angst.

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: I didn’t have a beta for this, so all mistakes are mine.

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Another three weeks had passed, and Y/N willed their bad luck wouldn’t strike again tonight. Their last attempt at a second date saw her bedridden with the flu and doubly miserable at another failed attempt to rekindle a relationship with Dean. He had been understanding and told her to rest and drink plenty of fluids, but she knew he must be just as frustrated as she was that Lady Luck seemed to have abandoned all hope on their second chance.

Today though, Y/N felt fit and healthy, Dean wasn’t on shift, and she was spending hers in an empty office catching up on paperwork and overtime claims. She’d instructed her staff to only disturb her if it was absolutely necessary. If things finally went their way, neither should be stuck or injured at work this time, and that thought gave her hope that this would finally be it.

Dean was full of nervous energy and decided the best way to use it up was to give Baby a long overdue tune-up, clean and polish. It was perfect timing, too, because then she would be looking her best when he took Y/N out to the fanciest restaurant Lawrence had to offer, and by the time he was finished, he’d be a few hours closer to his date with Y/N; it was a win-win.

He wasn’t surprised she’d gotten sick and had to cancel last time. The whole day fate hadn’t been working in his favour, so when her text came through, it was the cherry on top of what had been a really fucking shitty day. When he called her later to see how she was, she sounded dreadful, and he’d immediately offered to come over and look after her. Y/N declined, saying all that would achieve was him getting sick too, and then their date would have to be postponed for even longer.

Knowing Y/N was working today made him a little apprehensive that something would crop up at the last second and force another rain check. Still, he was trying to keep that niggling thought buried. And so, with a coffee-filled travel mug, Dean made his way outside with his tools and got to work sprucing up his second best girl.

Her message came in at 4pm.

Y/NCheck the news. I’m so sorry, De xx

Dean closed his eyes in frustration and huffed loudly at their atrocious luck. Turning on the news, he watched the aftermath of an overturned lorry on the freeway, blocking the road in both directions and multiple vehicles colliding with it or other vehicles.

“So far,” the news anchor reported, “there have been five fatalities and over twenty people with injuries of varying severity, and several people are still trapped in their vehicles. Emergency workers are doing all they can to free them, with relief crews being called in to assist.

“Meanwhile, Lawrence Memorial Hospital is nearing its emergency patient capacity and has set up an outdoor triage area for the walking wounded, keeping the hospital building free for those with more serious injuries that need attending to.”

His cell rang shortly after, and Dean was only briefly disappointed that it wasn’t Y/N. He knew she’d be swamped, and he probably wouldn’t hear from her until everyone from the accident had been treated. Still, he had a sliver of hope that it might’ve been her.

“Bobby, I just saw the news,” Dean answered the call.

“So you know why I’m calling?” Bobby said, his question rhetorical. “I’m sorry to ask you to work when you’re supposed to have plans tonight…”

“It’s fine. Y/N’s on shift and already sent me a text cancelling. It’ll be all hands on deck at the hospital, so I might as well come in. At least it’ll stop me from drowning my sorrows,” Dean chuckled sadly.

“I’m sorry, Dean. I’m sure you’ll get that date soon,” Bobby replied, but right now, that wasn’t much comfort to the younger man.

“I’m starting to think we should just cut our losses. Maybe something’s trying to tell us something,” Dean scoffed.

“Dean-”

“I’m on my way. I’ll be there in ten,” Dean cut in, not feeling in the mood to hear another person say how perfect they were for each other when the simple task of going on a date seemed impossible.

It would be a long night, but at least he’d have work to keep him from spiralling down the self-depreciation hole he usually did when Y/N had to cancel plans.

With all trapped persons rescued and the accident site secured by police and awaiting cleanup, Dean’s Firehouse had been posted to the triage area at the hospital to help wherever possible. They were giving first aid, handing out food and water, and checking up on patients in the hospital on behalf of concerned family and friends who were outside waiting for news of their loved ones.

He’d even got to speak to Y/N briefly a few times, and those little moments of light in what was otherwise a dark situation had kept his spirits up. And now that the last few patients were being treated, he finally felt he could breathe easier. Maybe, he’d even be able to convince Y/N to go for a bite to eat before they both went home and slept.

Trawling through the hospital’s hallways, Dean’s only focus was finding the nurse who was slowly taking hold of his heart again and taking up most of his thoughts since coming back to town. He almost missed her as he turned another corner and walked down another corridor.

Stepping back to the room he’d just passed, Dean paused at the window, praying he was wrong and that the woman sitting on the floor, arms crossed over her legs and head on her knees, wasn’t Y/N. Opening the door and quietly stepping into the room, his heart ached at the realisation that it was her and that the usually strong and kept-together nurse was in tears.

“Hey, Princess, what’s the matter?” Dean asked, making his way over and crouching in front of her. Y/N looked at him, eyes red and puffy, her cheeks wet with tears, and he threw all caution to the wind as he sat beside her, pulled her into his lap, and wrapped his arms around her.

They remained embraced on the floor for a while before Y/N’s tears stopped, and she’d stopped gasping in shallow breaths between her heartwrenching sobs. Dean was at a loss on what to do at first, but then he remembered that this was Y/N. His Y/N. And though she was stronger than she looked and more capable than people gave her credit for, sometimes the only way she could process her emotions was to cry.

“Sorry, I needed that,” Y/N eventually spoke and wiped at her eyes. “Days like this, when we lose so many people, never get easier to process. Sometimes I just need a little time to cry it all out.”

“No need to explain to me, Princess. I’ve known you my whole life, and I know that if you don’t let it out now, it’ll eat away at you and eventually consume you. I’ll always be here to ground you whenever you feel like that, alright?”

“Thank, De,” she sniffled and smiled softly at him. “I suppose we should get back out there, huh?”

“In a few minutes. The last patients are being treated, and Ellen, Jody, and Bobby have called a staff briefing at 5am. We’ve got a little time to calm you down some more,” Dean kissed her forehead and smiled, wrapping his arms around her a little tighter and pulling her into his body a little closer.

After urging everyone who’d gathered for the briefing in the hospital canteen to have something to eat before they went home, Dr Ellen Harvelle, Charge Nurse Rowena Macleod, Sheriff Jody Mills, and Fire Chief Bobby Singer thanked their staff for the exceptional job they’d all done in the face of such tragedy and dismissed them from their duties. Reserve police officers and firefighters had started their shifts early to allow those who’d worked all night to go home and rest.

The doctors, nurses and hospital staff who’d been on shift when the accident happened or been called in as backup would be relieved by those who’d either volunteered to stay and work a double shift or agreed to come in on a rest day.

Dean got to have breakfast with Y/N after all, but they were joined by Benny, Bobby, and Jody. He couldn’t complain, though, as he saw the smile come back to Y/N’s face as she talked to Jody and playfully rolled her eyes at Benny’s southern charm and blatant flirting. Dean didn’t rise to the Cajun’s bait, knowing that was exactly what he wanted.

“Now, I know you’re a workaholic, Y/N, but please tell me you didn’t volunteer to stay on?” Uncle Bobby asked with the stern look that never made her listen to him when she was a child and certainly wouldn’t make her listen to him now.

“No, I didn’t. I’ve been working for…” Y/N glanced at the fob watch attached to her scrub top pocket, “twenty-three and half hours. If I stay any longer, I would be endangering the patients, particularly because I haven’t had a break, let alone any sleep.”

“Good. You look like death warmed up,” Bobby stated before shovelling a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth.

“Yeah…” Y/N sighed and rubbed a hand down her face. “I feel like it too.”

“Go home, honey, before you fall asleep at the table!” Jody chuckled, and Y/N responded with a lopsided smile before grabbing the empty plate and used cutlery and standing from her seat.

“Alright, I’m going! Uncle Bobby, Jody, I’ll see you Sunday. Benny, it was nice to see you again,” she smiled tiredly at the blue-eyed man.

“You too, cher. Take care of yourself, you hear?” Benny winked at her before digging back into his breakfast.

Dean stood and lifted his used dishes and walked with her to place them on the counter, which was home to all the used crockery. “You doing okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah, nothing a hot shower and a decent sleep won’t fix,” she smiled.

“Alright. Call me later, once you’ve had some sleep?” Dean asked with a raised brow.

“Of course,” she smiled. “I hope you’re going home to get some sleep too?”

“Yeah, we’ll probably have another debrief back at the firehouse, then, I am going home and crawling straight into bed,” he chuckled at her smile of approval and with a final farewell, Y/N left the hospital canteen, grabbed her purse from her locker and went home to sleep.

Waking up hours later when the sun had gone down, Y/N lay in bed trying to process everything that had happened the past few days. It was always tragic when they lost a patient, and serious incidents like yesterday were awful and never got easier to deal with. In moments like this, it was easier to think of the tens of patients they saved than the six they had lost.

The next thing to cross her mind was Dean. Y/N had been glad he was posted at the hospital because she was really starting to miss him. The first couple of times they couldn’t go on their date, she’d still been able to see him, but she hadn’t seen him in twelve days because she’d been so ill with flu, and she didn’t want Dean to see her like that. Sure, it might have been extremely vain of her to think that way, but she felt it was too soon to be at her absolute worst with him.

Y/N was also disappointed that things kept coming up. Granted, neither of them had chosen what happened to stall progress on their budding relationship. No one could’ve predicted her father would die right after their first date and put any thought of another date onto the back burner for weeks.

Neither of them could’ve guessed that Jess would need to finish work early and Y/N would need to be the one to take her shift, nor could Dean or her have done anything to stop Cas from getting injured on a call. And there was no way either could have foreseen what happened yesterday, resulting in them having to work.

Suddenly, she had an overwhelming pang in her chest and a strong urge to be with him, to say to hell with the fates, dates, plans, and schedules. She just needed to be with him. Needed him.

Knowing Dean wouldn’t be working after pulling an all-night shift, Y/N threw the bed covers off her body and showered. She was going to go over. Who needed a date anyway? She and Dean had been on hundreds of those and, she hoped, would go on hundreds more.

This was no longer about want for Y/N. It was about need.

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#the one that got away #firefighter!dean winchester x reader #au dean winchester x reader #tw: child abuse #tw: alcoholism #tw: physical abuse #tw: verbal abuse #firefighter!dean winchester #dean winchester x reader

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Just a little Henclair one shot with a small side of Steddie

Dustin rolled his shoulders before stepping foot into the drama room. It would be a while before the game started. Actually, before both games started. He knew that Eddie would be the only one here setting up and making final adjustments. Eddie was sprawled out on his throne, looking at his notebook when Dustin cleared his throat.

"Ah, Henderson, you guys find anyone yet?" Eddie asked.

"Well, yes, but I'm hoping we don't have to use her," Dustin said. "I'm making one final plea to postpone the game tonight, Eddie."

"Why should I post pone?" Eddie asked. "Who cares about some dumb laundry basket game?"

"Lucas does!" Dustin snapped, and Eddie looked at him seriously for a moment. Dustin had never raised his voice to him like that. "And they don't have the ability to postpone their game, but you do. I need to be there to support Lucas. No, I want to be there to support Lucas."

"You make it sound as if - ," Eddie said, and then he shook his head. "Sorry, man. Can't postpone. I won't postpone, and if Sinclair really wants to chase after some bullshit dream about becoming one of them, I won't stop him, and neither should you. He has to be the one to make a choice."

"Why can't he choose both? Why does it have to be one or the other?" Dustin asked.

"Because that's the way it is, man! That's how they want it!" Eddie exclaimed and jumped up from the chair.

"Wow, I didn't take you for a person who obeyed the rules of society that are so clearly assbackward, but I guess I was wrong," Dustin said. "You know, Lucas was scared to tell you how much basketball meant to him to bring it up in conversation with this group who is supposed to be much more enlightened than these assholes. He also looked up to you because he didn't want to disappoint you, but more importantly, he didn't want to disappoint himself, and basketball was a thing he needed to explore. He likes playing both games. Why are you putting him into a box?"

Eddie stepped back as if he had been slapped, and suddenly, he looked a lot younger than he had ever seen him.

"Jesus H Christ, it's just a game," Eddie whispered.

"Which one are you referring to there, buddy?" Dustin asked, and then he paused. "If I tell you a secret, can I trust you to keep it?"

"Of course," Eddie said softly.

"Lucas is my boyfriend," Dustin said, and he was pleased to see his eyebrows nearly disappear under all that hair.

"I thought that you were dating a girl named Suzie," Eddie said. "Is she not real?"

"Oh, she's very real and very much my ex-girlfriend. She was very special to me but we couldn't make it work as much as we wanted to. We're still friends, though," Dustin said. "After summer break, after Starcourt and after my break up with Suzie. . .his break up with Max. . . It kind of just happened. We've been dating for months, and I would like to keep doing that. You guys don't have to go to the game, but can you, please, postpone Hellfire for one night so I can support my very handsome boyfriend?"

Eddie stared at him for a moment, giving Dustin pause because he thought for sure that it would win him over. Suddenly, Eddie grinned and bowed low.

"I grant you your request, good sir. Hellfire is indeed postponed but for one night, only," Eddie said, and he stood up to pull Dustin into a tight hug. "Thank you for telling me, and thanks for telling me off. What would you have done if I still said no?"

"Beat the shit out of you with my goddamn hat. I love Lucas," Dustin said, and Eddie laughed.

"Is Lucas okay with you telling me?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, yeah, he's surprised that I haven't blabbed to you yet. Besides, he is the one who told Steve. Well, not told per se, more like got caught up in the moment and kissed me in front of him. Steve spit out his water. It was hilarious," Dustin grinned.

"And he's okay with this?" Eddie asked.

"Of course," Dustin said. "You'd be surprised with what he's cool with. You should get to know him."

"No thanks, I'm good," he scoffed.

"You know, he never was a bullying jock like the others. He always tried to stop - " Dustin started to say.

"I know, I know," Eddie said and paused. "It's just - you know, maybe you're right. Maybe I should get to know him."

They walked out of the drama room together just as the others showed up.

"Hellfire is postponed," he said.

"What?!" Gareth asked. "Is this because of Sinclair? Because if it is, I swear to God - "

"You'll do nothing. Hellfire is postponed because we're all going to show up to support Lucas. Isn't that right, Dustin?" Eddie asked.

"Totally!" Dustin grinned.

"We're going to have to show those assholes that jocks and nerds can be friends," Eddie said. "So, let's do it."

And when they showed up, much to Steve’s surprise, Lucas had the biggest grin on his face. It was really very cute. When they spilled out into the parking, Dustin wanted to throw himself into Lucas's arms and kiss him so badly. He couldn't, though. Steve had seen the look on his face and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"Alleyway, man, I'll cover you," Steve said, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

Dustin shoved Lucas discreetly into the alleyway while everyone was busy talking about the game to even notice. Steve leaned against the entryway to guard and hide them. Eddie moved to follow. Steve placed a hand on his chest.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked.

"Helping," Eddie said.

"You know?" Steve asked.

"Yeah."

"And you're okay with it?" Steve asked.

"I would be a hypocrite," Eddie snorted as he moved closer to Steve to help block the view.

"Oh, yeah, me too," Steve blushed.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Meanwhile, Dustin was pushing Lucas up against the wall and leaning against him, their faces close.

"Those were some serious moves out there, Lucas," Dustin said.

"Oh, yeah. How much are they worth?" Lucas asked.

"At least five kisses," Dustin said.

"Five? Please, they're worth at least ten," Lucas scoffed.

"Ten, you say? I think that can be arranged. I only have a twenty, so I'm going to need some change back," Dustin said.

"Deal," Lucas said and pressed his lips to Dustin's.

Dustin broke the kiss and growled at him. Lucas tilted his head back and laughed.

"What?" Dustin asked.

"I love it when you do that. It's so cute," Lucas replied.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Lucas said and covered his hands over Dustin's. "Is that my bandana on your wrist?"

"Yeah, it looks better on me, don't you think?" Dustin asked.

"It totally does," Lucas said and pulled him in for another kiss.

Their little moment in the alleyway kept them going all the way through the spring break from hell. Now, here they were at Steve's place. The town had been saved, Vecna had been defeated, and not a single member of their group had died. Max, Eddie, and Steve needed some healing to do, but other than that. . .all was well. Dustin and Lucas had officially come out to the group, too. Mike had already guessed, and Robin had been there when Lucas kissed Dustin in front of Steve. Everyone was more than okay with it. Max was still in the hospital, but Eddie and Steve were upstairs healing in the same bed. Although Nancy wondered why they insisted on sharing the same bed when there were plenty of other rooms. Dustin figured that mystery out when he opened the door to bring them some food and found them kissing. They quickly broke away and suddenly looked relieved when they saw it was Dustin.

"Hey," Steve said as he stared at Dustin.

"Hey," Dustin said, grinning wildly at them as he wiggled his eyebrows at them. "What's going on in here?"

"You know exactly what's going on in here," Eddie scowled.

"You should know, Eddie, that I had a jock boyfriend first, so don't be acting like you started something," Dustin said. "I'm glad to know that I could set a good example for you."

"Okay, set the tray down, then exit the room, please," Steve sighed.

"Need me to guard the door for you?" Dustin asked.

"No!"

Dustin laughed as he moved to exit the room.

"Hey, Dustin!" Eddie called out.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks, man," Eddie said.

Dustin smiled. He knew exactly what Eddie was thanking him for, and it wasn't the food. Sometimes, people need a wake-up call.

"Anytime," Dustin said.

He moved downstairs to the kitchen where everyone had gathered. He watched Lucas laughing for a moment, and his heart sang out at the sight. Lucas held out his arms, and Dustin didn't waste a moment to snuggle into them. He pressed his ear against his chest, and he let the sound of Lucas's heartbeat soothe him. They were alive.

#stranger things #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson x lucas sinclair #stranger things s4 #steve harrington #eddie munson #henderdads #henderfam #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #the party #stranger things fanfiction #rueleigh writes #henclair

[vampyrsutton]

Spring Heat

Summary:

Hawks misses a meeting and Dabi goes after him to some interesting results.

Ao3 Tags:

Mating Cycles/In Heat, Breeding Kink, Sex Pollen, Aphrodisiacs, Sort Of, Quirk Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Quirk Misuse (My Hero Academia), Mentions of Sex Work, Multiple Orgasms, Background Relationships, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Anal Sex, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has a Big Dick, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Genital Piercings, Soft Dabi | Todoroki Touya, For a second, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird

Notes:

Day 2 of DabiHawks Week 2023!

NSFW Prompts: Spring Heat/Breeding

"Hawks! Open up, dammit, we had a meeting!" Dabi yells as he bangs on the hero's sliding glass door, panting from climbing the fire escape up to the penthouse stupid rich fucker. When he's met with silence despite being able to see the ugly ass coat draped over the uncomfortable couch. "Oi! I know you're home!"

A feather comes rushing down the hall and for a second Dabi thinks he's being let in, but instead, the damn thing locks the door.

Oh, fuck that.

Dabi curses as he digs in his pockets, smirking when he pulls out some safety pins for when he gets a new rip in his coat. Dropping into a crouch, it takes him seconds to pick the same lock the feather had just turned and throw open the door. "Nice try, birdie, but I had to eat somehow!"

There's a quiet curse from down the hall before what Dabi knows to be the bedroom door slams shut and pisses Dabi off further.

"HAWKS!" He yells, stomping down the hallway only to stop when he hears a whimper. "Hawks?" He asks softer this time.

"Not tonight, Dabi." Hawks slurs . Why is the bird slurring??? "Not for the next week really."

Dabi scoffs to hide anything that might resemble concern. "And you couldn't have sent a text why?"

"I-…I got a little sidetracked. Won't happen again." Hawks sighs with none of his normal PR laughter present.

Dabi narrows his eyes, alarm bells sounding in his head at Hawks allowing him to hear anything that could be seen as weakness let alone actually sounding weak. "Wanna explain what's going on?"

There's another whimper before it sounds like Hawks is forcing himself to talk. "Not really…it's physically hard to explain."

Dabi hums, pulling out his phone to Google something. "This have anything to do with Spinner locking him and Shiggy in his room?"

The surprised squawk Hawks lets out answers his question before Hawks can even try to deny it. "No- it's- uh-"

"Do you want help, birdie?" Dabi cuts him off with a sigh. "Shiggy didn't actually get a chance to give us any direction before he was dragged away to be a cock sleeve so I've got time. The meeting was more out of boredom than an actual job."

There's silence for a moment then some shuffling before a gold eye glare out of a crack in the bedroom door. "You edged me out of boredom?"

Dabi snorts, not expecting that reaction before smirking lazily. "Can do it again on purpose if you want?"

Even if he'd planned to snap at him, Dabi can see how the hero's pupils pin at the thought. "…Maybe later. Get in here."

Dabi holds up a flame to pause the feather that comes racing at him. “You were going to postpone the meeting a week. Is that how long this lasts?”

Hawks pouts at being stopped but nods. “Five days with usually a two or so day recovery.”

Dabi nods, putting out his fire to pluck the feather from the air. “Give me half an hour to meet up with an old contact. My stamina’s pretty good from before the League, but I’m not making it five fucking days without some help.” A small smirk. “Get a few rounds out to make it easier on both of us until then?”

Hawks’ face does something complicated, but his horniness ultimately wins. “Can I use the feather to fly you back?”

Dabi grimaces, but nods. “I’ll have him cancel out the motion sickness too.” He decides, heading back down the hall quickly with the feather still in hand as he gets out his phone. “No snooping.”

“Doubt I could if I wanted to.” Hawks sighs, already heading back to his nest.

The sounds of chirping moans have already started up by the time Dabi reaches the door and he makes it back down the fire escape in record time. Luckily, his contact was working something nearby and Dabi curses at not being able to use it to blackmail the heroes later, but he’d prefer to stay on this contact’s good side so he agrees to keep quiet.

Within twenty minutes, Dabi’s had his refractory period and motion sickness turned off for the next week and a half, and is thrilled to learn an old colleague was there as well who could put Dabi into a similar state as his birdie with a single kiss.

“Have fun, sweetie, ~” The petite girl giggles, patting his cheek as his pupils dilate. “Hopefully he doesn’t live too far.”

Dabi’s already having trouble with any thoughts outside of fucking someone, but manages a smirk as he holds up a feather. “I have a ride.”

“That explains the motion sickness request.” His former pimp chuckles, ruffling his hair. “Stay safe. If he does anything, let me know. I’m sure I can dig something up.”

Even the touch to his hair has him leaning in with a sigh before he shakes his head to clear it. “Thanks, guys. See you in a week, Angel.”

That was the downside of her quirk is she had to kiss you again to turn it off, but Dabi was fine with that if it meant he wouldn’t die trying to help his birdie.

He makes it outside before he heats his hand up a bit to get Hawks’ attention and the feather twitches before he sees two larger ones darting through the sky to scoop him up under his arms and rush him back to Hawks’ balcony. He, thankfully, doesn’t feel like throwing up, but it's still disorienting as he stumbles back into the hero’s living room.

Luckily, all it takes is hearing a single chirped moan from down the hall for Angel’s quirk to rear back to life and almost makes him fim fall over with the wave of arousal that hits him.

Fuck, the things he does for this idiot.

He must not be moving fast enough for Hawks’ liking though because he sees the feathers once again in his vision and doesn't even get a chance to try and tease the hero before the feathers are zipping him down the hall and removing his clothes along the way. Within seconds, he’s naked and being dropped into a nest of blankets with a predatory trill sounding beside him and going straight to his already aching cock.

Shit, that was a hell of a quirk.

“You smell like other people.” Hawks chitters angrily.

Dabi fights through the fog in his head to answer. “Sorry, birdie. Val’s quirk relies on smoke and Angel was apparently working so I got a little help from her too.”

“How does hers work?” Hawks pouts.

Hmm, he’s cute when he’s jealous.

“A kiss.” Dabi shrugs before smirking as his eyes rake up Hawks’ own naked form to land on his bared fangs. “I’ll be more than able to keep up now if you wanna make me forget her.”

That’s all the prompting Hawks needs apparently to descend upon the villain with a hungry kiss that leaves them panting as the quirk sears through Dabi’s veins at the contact.

"Fuck, I forgot how strong that was." Dabi gasps when Hawks finally lets him up for air. His hand immediately shoots out to yank Hawks back down when he tries to move away at all. "Get back down here." He actually snarls, bringing Hawks to rest between his legs so they can grind against each other while Dabi swallows every little chirped moan that tries to escape. "Fuck…"

Hawks has to agree as having a willing potential mate in his nest has his heat crashing into him full force like he hadn't just cum his brains out waiting for the flame user to return and nothing about the villain is helping. If anything, everything about him is only making it worse as almost too hot hands grip his hips, a pierced tongue dominates his mouth, and every rung of that god-forsaken Jacob's Ladder rubs against his cock as Dabi jerks his hips to grind against him. He's once grateful for the thick scar tissue covering the villain because his talons digging into his shoulders and his fangs keep catching on a scared lower lip which only seems to spur Dabi on more. With the all-encompassing heat consuming Hawks inside and out, he doesn't notice how easily he's been worked back to the edge until a hot hand is using their pre-cum to stroke them together and Hawks lets out a low croon when the sudden attention almost does him in.

"Plea-Dabs, please. Close. So close. Just a little more. Plea-Fuck!" Hawks almost shrieks when Dabi heats his hand just a little more and bites near his collarbone hard enough to definitely leave a mark and shit Hawks hopes he leaves plenty of those as a few more strokes of this sends him barreling over the edge and spilling all over Dabi's cock and stomach. He doesn't even get a chance to come down or worry about cum getting in the villain's seams because Dabi doesn't stop, using the cum like lube and speeding up with a curse as he tries to work himself over the edge too.

"Fucking shit, you look so good losing control in my hand." Dabi groans, rutting his hips against the hero's sensitive cock and enjoying the sensitive chirps. "Can't wait to have you crying on my cock. Gonna look fucking beautiful."

The dirty compliments have Hawks' wings puffing up in embarrassment but the attention combined with his heat has his arms shaking as his dick tries to get hard again. "Da-bi, please~ Too much." He whimpers despite his bird brain's protests to get the villain inside of him as fast as possible for eggs he doubts he can even have if the Commission had anything to say about it.

In the end, the bird wins.

"Inside. Please. Want… Need you…inside." Hawks forces out, having a hell of a time talking. "Need your cock…your cum…dammit need it…so b-AH-d! DABI~!"

Dabi lets out a sound that almost sounded like a growl as he abandons their cocks to grip Hawks' hips and lift him off his lap with a strength the hero didn't know the skinny-looking villain possessed. He was almost tempted to send a feather to turn on the lights for a better look, but then he's having to dig his knees into the bed to not fall and the smirk tugging at staples tells him that's exactly what the flame user wanted as a hand leaves his hip and suddenly he's being guided down on pierced cock and letting out desperate chirps along with the moan. His feathers almost ache with how hard they're trembling and a low chuckle that makes his poor cock twitch doesn't help.

"Da-bi…" Hawks croons when his ass meets the villain's hips. "Big…please…"

"Please what, birdie?" Dabi pants, turquoise all but gone from his eyes as they rake over the whimpering hero on top of him. "Gonna have to be specific. There are so many things I could do to you after all. So many things I want to do to you." A wicked smirk as a hand moves from the hero's hips down to his rim stretched around the villain's cock. "And you'd let- no beg me to do every one of them, wouldn't you?"

Hawks feels his face flush red as he pictures all the things the villain could do to him, especially with whatever Dabi let someone quirk him with. "Yes, please." He breathes out desperately, bracing himself when deceptively strong legs adjust to dig somehow unscarred heels into the nest. "Anything."

There's a mean chuckle before hands return to his hips and Hawks caws out a moan as Dabi starts fucking up into him in earnest. He knows the original plan had only been to cancel the recovery period, but the addition of the other one makes Hawks glad he listened to the villain when he was ordered to make himself cum when he was away because Dabi seems to be just as feral as Hawks feels and he's sure he would break otherwise. As it is, feeling the piercings catching on his rim and grinding against his insides has Hawks feeling desperate and he's sure not taking the edge off would have him actually losing his mind as his talons dig into healthy and scarred flesh alike.

Dabi curses, loving the added sting of the hero's talons and the blonde's already abused hole clenches around him. Based on the desperate bird song and distant look in gold eyes, he's not sure there's any thought in that head other than getting off. It makes Dabi feel rabid and he's grateful he kept up his training as his abs and thighs strain in their efforts to continue fucking up into the bird who is too far gone to be of any semblance of help, but that's fine by Dabi as it allows him to essentially use Japan's Number Two hero as nothing more than a fleshlight. He's pretty sure that's what they'll be reduced to by the end of the night , let alone week , is nothing but animals using each other for pleasure, but they can worry about that at a later date.

Right now, Dabi can feel his balls tightening with his need to cum, and can see red features shaking with approaching overstimulation. Dabi can already tell this won't be his only round, but maybe he'll be nice and let Hawks lay down for the next one.

He gets the mental image of Hawks with his ass in the air and face pressed into the bed as wings twitch against the covers next to him while Dabi pounds into him from behind, and he groans as he decides that's his next plan.

"Shit, birdie, I'm close. Gonna fuck this load up into you and get your face pressed into the sheets before it even has a chance to leak out. Fuck another load into you like the bitch in heat you are and maybe then I'll let you call a shot, hmm?" Dabi nearly growls, abs tensing as he nears the edge. "How does that sound, pretty bird?"

"Yes, please." Hawks coos needily. "Breed m-" His eyes widen when his brain catches up with his mouth and he flushes halfway down his chest in embarrassment. "I mean-"

He's cut off by a guttural groan and his own chirping as his plea sends Dabi over the edge and cumming hard inside of Hawks with something akin to a growl. It makes Hawks coo, momentarily satisfying the more avian part of his brain before he squawks when he's suddenly empty and being flipped on his front with a manically grinning villain pushing back in behind him. Hawks doesn't really even get time to process his new position or the sudden realization that his literal ass is in the hands of a mass murderer before Dabi's splitting him open on his cock once more and melting whatever brain he had managed to salvage.

"Dabi~!" He croons, talons digging into his sheets now as Dabi makes good on his promise to not let anything leak out of him. "Please, more, please, anything just fuck me please~"

"Come on, birdie, it's only round two, are you really this desperate to be treated like a whore that you'll let a villain throw you around and use you like a cocksleeve just to get your ass filled? That desperate to be treated like nothing more than a breeding bitch you'd let anyone stick their dick in here, wouldn't you?" Dabi chuckles darkly, running his thumb along Hawks' stretched rim and prodding like he's going to push it in just to watch Hawks' wings puff up. "Want me to breed you? How lucky for you I have the connections let me do just that. I'll fuck you so full you'll look pregnant by the time I'm done. Have you so strung out on my dick, you'll never want to leave. Be begging to be my good little cock warmer when we take over and your precious hero society is left in ashes." Hawks' hips start twitching so he takes that as his cue to move. "Tell me, Hawks, what do you think the public would say if they could see what a little slut I've made of you with only one round? Of their precious number two begging to be a villain's cum dump? Bet they'd be lining up to take their turn."

Hawks moans, long and broken as Dabi fills the room with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and growls absolute filth in his ear. It has his bird brain crooning happily, the thought of such a good mate using him and stuffing him full of cum, but the last statement has him chittering grumpily. "Nooo~!" He whines, wings shooting out to hold Dabi hostage when he misinterprets and tries to pull away. "No others…just mate."

Dabi blinks slowly, brain trying to process a literal model saying that about him, but then the hero must get impatient because a feather trails over healthy skin to relight the fire in his belly and he curses before moving again. "Shit, okay. I can work with that." Dabi grunts, grabbing slim hips to start abusing the hero's hole. "So the most thirsted-after hero in all of Japan wants to be my personal cum dump." He hums now in amusement. "Well, how am I supposed to say no to that? Don't worry, pretty bird. I'll make sure to stuff you nice and full so not even a plug will be able to hold it all in. You'll probably have to go to one of your fancy hero interviews and sit there trying to blush at the feeling of cum running down your leg and knowing who you let put it there before you come back to beg me to fuck another in there." His grin turns even more wicked as he grips the bases of his wings to watch the hero melt into putty before looming over him to whisper in his ear. "Fuck you so good, you won't ever have to question whose side you're on because you know the Commission can never give you what you need. Can never fulfill what you're truly made for which is showing me your cute little hole so my piercings can brand it as mine ."

Alarm bells go off in Hawks' head as he vaguely registers the villain admitting to knowing he's a spy, but the rest sounds far too good to argue as he chirps and moans. Maybe it's the grip on his wings sending his bird brain further into the gutter, or maybe it's that he's known what side he's actually on for a while now, but as far as he's concerned right now, that sounds like exactly what he wants as he cranes his neck to give the flame user access to it despite knowing he doesn't have the same instincts. "Yes, please, fuck me, breed me, use me, yours, please Dabi, ple~"

His begging is cut off with a loud moan as Dabi does exactly what his bird brain was hoping for and lunges forward to dig blunt teeth into Hawks' shoulder and make the hero's brain lock him in as his permanent mate. The rush of endorphins has him cumming hard onto the sheets beneath him before he's cooing happily when he feels Dabi cum inside him soon after.

In a moment of post-nut clarity, he really hopes Dabi meant even half of that because trying to get it broken would be a pain. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to need to worry because Dabi hums happily as he flops back and manhandles Hawks to lay on his chest, the back-to-back orgasms seeming to sate him for a moment.

"Sorry about that pretty bird, her quirk takes you down to base instincts so I hope that was okay," Dabi mumbles as he satisfies his need to nuzzle Hawks' hair.

Hawks trills happily before fighting words to his tongue, "'M good…bite made us mates though…"

"Hmm, what does that mean for hawks?" Dabi hums, sounding a bit more cautious.

"My hawks…it mates for life…I can get meds though if you don't wa-" Hawks yelps now as the thought makes Dabi's hands heat up on his back before the villain hisses out an apology.

"Sorry, no I'm fine with it if you are." Dabi sounds a little embarrassed now but won't let Hawks move his head from his scar-covered shoulder to see. "Only if you drop the spy shit though."

Hawks winces but lets out a light chuckle. "About that…I haven't given them information in…months." He admits, wiggling back with a whine when he feels cum trying to leak out. "Can you go in again? Leaking."

Dabi blinks in surprise at the bird's admission before he can't help but snort at the request, rearranging them a bit so his half-hard cock can mostly hold it all inside. "Dirty bird."

Hawks lifts his head to blink at him slowly before smirking wickedly. "It's only day one."

Dabi's face pales as he finally thinks with the right head long enough to realize what he's gotten himself into. "You're going to be more cum than hero by the end of this."

Hawks snorts, but trills happily, going back to nuzzling his new mate. "Hopefully."

Out of all the dirty things Dabi had just said, he doesn't know why the hero saying that is what ends up embarrassing him, but he feels the need to hide his face in fluffy blonde hair the best he can. "…I'll do my best then.

There's another happy trill as feathers start flying out of the nest for water and washcloths, both finding themselves too exhausted to actually move for now, but knowing both are necessary.

In the end, this isn't how either planned to properly win the other if ever, but they had to admit it fit them. A crazy start to a crazy relationship.

Yeah, that sounded about right.

#dabihawks #hotwings #hotwingz #bnha dabi #bnha hawks #todoroki touya #takami keigo #bnha #dabi #hawks #mha smut #tw sex work #dhweek23nsfw #dabihawksweek23

[yoosmekihyun]

Conversations in the Dark (pt. 1)

Summary: After a series of major personal events, you decide to move to New York (in part) so you can have a relationship with your newly discovered half-sister, Karen Page. Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson become additional important figures in your life as you navigate new relationships and figure out how to live your life.

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (eventually), we run the spectrum of emotions here

Warnings: mention of death, grief, anxiety, drinking, pining (so much pining), self-deprecation, chapters with sexual content will be marked with their own warnings, violence or attempted violence (i.e. Daredevil related), more possible warnings in the future

Author’s Note: This is pure wish fulfillment and written for my own joy. I haven’t put out anything in at least five years and this is the first time I’ve written something multi-part. I’m not sure how this will go, how long it will be, or how often I will post/update.

Word Count: 1.9k

Part 1

The remnants of summer still lingered in the warm September afternoon as you stepped out of the cab in front of the coffee shop. Glancing at your watch, you realized you were still a little early but that’s how you preferred it. This would allow you to order your drink and calm your nerves a little before she arrived.

When your turn came at the counter, you took the barista’s suggestion of the monthly special and moved to wait for your drink. Looking around you noticed the little pieces of fall décor another employee was putting up around the shop giving it a cozier vibe. Once the barista called your name, you found a small empty table in a corner that would allow you to watch the door and enjoy the city street chaos through the large window next to you.

This shouldn’t have been as nerve racking as it was but while you had spoken with your half-sister several times over the last year, you hadn’t seen her in person since your father’s funeral a little over a year ago. You prayed this was a good idea. You needed a win after the heaviness you had dealt with over the last few years. You needed some joy and connection, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity but now you were second guessing yourself.

Just as you were beginning to spiral and doubt your decision for the umpteenth time that day, you heard the ding of the door and watched your half-sister, Karen Page, rush in searching for you. The moment she saw you, she broke into a huge smile and hurried over to envelop you in a hug.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you made it safely! I hope you weren’t waiting long; I told Matt and Foggy I needed to leave sooner but they’re drowning in a sea of paperwork for a case, and we lost track of time.”

“Don’t worry about it! I’m usually early and you’re only a couple minutes late. No harm, no foul.” You released her from the hug and in that instant, you knew you had made the right decision. You didn’t realize how much you needed a hug from family until that moment and you felt more settled than you had in weeks.

“Do we need to postpone so you can get back to the office? Are you on a time crunch?” you asked.

“Oh, hell no, we are not postponing! They’ll be fine without me for a little while. I want to caffeinate while I hear about how you’re feeling now that you’re here!”

-X-

Your biological father may have been a world class asshole, but at least he had the decency to tell you and Karen about each other before he died. It was weird growing up as an only child to find out as an adult that you had a sister, especially when you had so desperately wished for one when you were younger. For her part, Karen could have decided she didn’t want a sister, but she welcomed you into her life with open arms. Admittedly, you struggled some, not because you were unhappy to find out about her, but because the news came during one of the worst times of your life.

If you had a terrible biological father, then luckily, you had the most amazing mother you could have asked for. When you and Karen found out about each other, you had just received news that your mother had been diagnosed with cancer for the second time. This time, it was late-stage and had spread with abysmal survival rates. This news alone meant your plate was beyond full. The idea of figuring out how to grieve the parent who didn’t want you while struggling to accept the awful news about your mother was overwhelming. It was nothing to say of the struggles to cultivate a new relationship with your sister under your poorly hidden sorrow, but Karen had been lovely and understanding. She did so much of the early legwork to develop your relationship, checking on you when she knew you were focused on your mother and often reminding you to do basic tasks to take care of yourself.

When your mother passed in the late spring, you were understandably devastated. She had been your sounding board your entire life and, without her, you felt unmoored. Thankfully, Karen had been there. She hadn’t been able to come to the funeral, but she called you every day for the first couple weeks after to make sure you were eating, hydrating, and showering. She listened to your stories and cried with you when the grief threatened to eat you alive.

During a conversation expressing your untethered feelings, Karen raised the idea that led you to the coffee shop in the midst of Hell’s Kitchen.

“Hey, I know you’re not sure what to do but…what if you moved here? Maybe a big change of pace and scenery will help you move forward.”

If you were being honest, moving to New York was an idea you had for a long time. You had applied to Columbia and NYU in your final year of high school but a full ride to a local university secured your undergrad path. Despite this decision, you never let go of the idea of New York. When Karen tentatively suggested the idea, it was like your mother was holding a huge neon sign for you, telling you to get off your ass and GO! A light burst into life within you, and you scrambled to make the arrangements so you could move as soon as possible.

-X-

Once Karen had her coffee and settled into her seat, you relayed some of your travel mishaps and your ideas and loose plans for her input.

“Honestly, I can’t really believe I’m here. It’s all still so surreal. But I’m hoping the apartment hunting will help ground me a little and once I can actually get my things here, it’ll start to sink in.”

“That makes sense. I imagine it’ll feel more like a vacation until you have your things around you. I’m so glad you’re here to experience fall in New York! I think you’ll love it,” Karen gushed, beaming at you.

As you grinned at Karen, you felt a peace and a warmth spread in your chest that you hadn’t felt since before your mom passed. You reached across the table and grasped her hand. “Thank you, Karen, for everything. I don’t know what I would have done without you this last year. I’m so grateful you’re my sister.”

Karen’s eyes started to well up as she gripped your hand in return, “I’m grateful you’re my sister too.”

Shocking you both out of the moment, Karen’s phone buzzed, and she rolled her eyes once she saw the caller ID. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. He knows I’m with you so I’m not sure why Foggy’s calling.” You waved her to answer it, unbothered by the interruption as it gave you a moment to reign in your emotions a little more. You didn’t need to start sobbing in the middle of a coffee shop; you’d have your bigger emotions in private later.

You took a sip of your coffee as you heard Karen’s exasperated tone, “Yes Foggy I know it’s a big deal. YES, I know we need the revenue. Okay, okay but you both know why I took an extended break and who I’m with…Seriously?? Now? Ugh, fine. You both owe me AND Y/N for interrupting.”

Karen sighed as she ended the call and looked at you apologetically. Before she could even say anything, you started, “Let me guess, they need you back ASAP because they don’t know how to function without you?”

She chuckled and confirmed, “Basically. He also asked me to bring back coffee. They’re losing steam fast. If you’re not too tired, do you want to walk back with me? You can meet them, so you know who to look for when we get drinks at Josie’s tonight!”

“Wait, what’s Josie’s?”

“It’s this local dive bar that Matt and Foggy love and they want to welcome you to the city! We planned on going tonight if you felt up to it, but we can do another night or somewhere else if that works better for you?”

You could tell Karen was a little nervous. Whether it was encouraging you to meet her co-workers and friends so quickly or having you go drinking your first night in an unfamiliar city, you didn’t know but you wanted to start living your life, not hide away in a hotel room.

“That all sounds great! I love a good dive bar, sounds like my kind of place.”

Fresh coffees in hand, you and Karen made your way back to her office making small talk about the neighborhood and places to consider when you went apartment hunting the following day with a recommended broker. You wanted to be near Karen, not necessarily in her building, but within walking distance so it would be easy to see each other when you wanted.

You nearly missed the sign “Nelson, Murdock, and Page” until Karen directed you to the door next to it. Once you made it to the interior door, you could hear the loud voices before Karen opened the office door.

“I come bearing caffeine. If you want it, stop arguing and get out here so you can meet my sister!”

You heard chairs scraping right before you saw a tall, blonde man with a huge smile step out of a side room. Holding out his hand for you to shake he said, “Hi! I’m Franklin Nelson but you can call me Foggy.”

Unable to hold back your grin, you took his hand for a quick shake and replied “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

The sheer happiness and light that shone out of Foggy reminded you of your mother. You knew this man was going to be your friend, come hell or highwater.

Behind Foggy you could hear a shuffling sound and you peered around him. Once you saw the other man, you nearly forgot to breathe. Your heart stuttered in your chest as you gazed at easily the most beautiful man you had ever seen in person. Like Foggy, he had his sleeves rolled up to just under the elbow and the top button of his shirt was undone along with a loosened tie. His red reflective glasses did nothing to distract from the sharp jawline and days-old stubble. His dark hair was slightly mussed, as if he had recently been running a hand through it. As beautiful as he was standing before you, you were most distracted by his mouth. It was lush and soft while still looking deliciously male and it was quirked up on one side like he was in on some kind of joke you had missed.

Loudly, someone cleared their throat and shook you out of your stare. You realized you had missed something as Karen looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk and Foggy was shaking his head while rolling his eyes.

You gave a little embarrassed chuckle as your cheeks flushed, “Um, sorry, what did I miss? I’m a little out of it, all the excitement and travel today.”

The beautiful man gave a full smile and you nearly stopped breathing again. He stepped forward and with one hand extended, he repeated,

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Matt Murdock.”

Copyright © 2023 by yoosmekihyun. All rights reserved.

#matt murdock fic #matt murdock series #matt murdock x female reader #daredevil x female reader #daredevil fic #matthew murdock #conversations in the dark #miss pearl writes #yoosmekihyun

[amethystina]

Oh man!! The latest chapter!!! The angst was angsting, pain was paining, heart is wrenching, tear is falling, it was soooo mean, but do it again!!!

It was the longest chapter and ironically the most painful chapter as well. Have I said how much I love slow burn and angst and this fic hits home everytime?? Likeee woah I just LOVE how this fic is LOOONG , nowhere near close bc that means I get me read it longer lol.

And I feel like I would never be able to appreciate how much hard work you put in Who Holds the Devil.

I am guessing it is now Ga On's turn to pursue Yohan and Oh man I can already imagine how much he is gonna suffer while doing it 😭 or maybe not (bc he tends to be pretty straightforward at times and impulsive as well) but I believe it's gonna be pretty hard bc Gaon has so much shit to get together and Yohan, my man, already gave up (poor him) so gaon trying to persue him or rather seduce his sugar daddy would look very suspicious to him. Nevertheless I am exited to see Gaon try and miserably, comically and hilariously half fail bc he will succeed eventually as Yohan is too much of a loser for Gaon lol. I am excited for future chapters and definitely wouldn't complain about more angst lol.

It was necessary for this to happen, otherwise the story would go nowhere and most importantly Gaon and Yohan would go nowhere, their problems will never be solved. Sometimes hitting rock bottom is crucial to develop in life BUT I would hate it if it happens to me, hope I will be able to get my shits together before that happens ( or maybe it already happened but I am not relizing it or not acknowledging it much like gaon but he is better than me ngl at least he has the courage)

This became a rant about me naur 😭

Lastly I hope you have a great day and things work out for you 💕

Also idk if it's your cup of tea but My Happy Ending kdrama is sooo good and worth giving it a try. It's a psychological suspense drama hehe. I am soo invested in it nowadays so couldn't help recommending you as well 💫

It was a painful chapter, yeah. And I'm both relieved and heartbroken to finally have it out there. As someone who doesn't actually like angst, this chapter was a struggle in more than one way. But it's necessary if I want their relationship to move forward, so here we are.

At this point, writing Who Holds the Devil has sort of turned into a second job, not going to lie. I still enjoy it, make no mistake, but I have to plan all of my other hobbies around it since I feel an obligation to post somewhat regularly. Like, I've been postponing drawing for the past two weeks because I wanted to get this chapter out (that's how long it took to edit, yes) but drawing is the thing that helps the most with my depression symptoms (that have made an unwanted reappearance due to my burnout), so I've been struggling quite a bit. And now all I want to do is draw for a couple of days.

So yeah. I can't lie and say it's not a lot of work, both in terms of planning, writing, editing, etc., but also how it affects the rest of my life. BUT I just love it too much to give up on it ;)

And yes, Ga On will have to be the one to pursue Yo Han now ;) Or, well, eventually. He has to wallow and overthink things a bit first because, well, Ga On. If overthinking things was an Olympic sport, he'd win the gold for sure. But he WILL give Yo Han what he wants in the end, I promise.

In short, the "the only way after hitting rock bottom is up" saying is pretty apt in this case.

There's still hope, so just hang in there :)

I looked at the plot for My Happy Ending but I admit it didn't really catch my attention. But that could be because I don't really watch much right now? I'm too busy writing and drawing. I'm also trying to finish a drama I started ages ago called Mad Dog. Which, let me tell you, it's disorientingly gay for a drama about insurance fraud. But unlike The Devil Judge I'm not sure if they're actually AWARE of how gay it is? (especially since it's from 2017)

But, like, if I had a penny for every time I've watched a drama in which a traumatised, older man brings home a reckless, bratty twink after said twink got injured — under the pretence of protecting him from more harm — only for the twink to start snooping around his house before deciding to charm the dude with home-cooked food and then just doesn't leave I would have two pennies. Which isn't a lot, but it's still weird that it's happened twice.

Also, what the heck do they want me to think when they have these kinds of angles when the two dudes are arguing?

That looks questionable both in and out of context. BUT that could also be because Woo Do Hwan could have sexual tension with a goddamn rock. Rarely have I seen a man with so much "fuck me and find out" energy as his character in this drama.

But the twink also has a romantic plotline with the woman on the team, at the same time as he's living in the older dude's apartment and giving this poor dude all kinds of conflicted feelings because he's a widower who's lived alone since his wife and kid died and suddenly there's someone in his apartment cooking him food, nagging at him when he comes late and drunk etc. etc. Like, bruh. It really sounds like the twink is his new wife? And I am SO CONFUSED because the drama plays it so straight (without the "hint, hint, nudge, nudge" winks that The Devil Judge had) that I'm about to have an existential crisis.

Fellas, is it gay if this is the face you make when you're told you're not actually living with the man who took you home to keep you safe after you almost got murdered but then you accidentally behaved like his concerned and doting wife?

Asking for a friend.

(and don't even get me started on the whole "Bring Your Twink to Work Day" scene)

At this point, I'm half convinced I'm gaslighting myself into thinking this is gay when it's actually just a really heartwarming story about a really deep bromance that I'm too queer to understand.

ANYWAY. Thanks for the rec! But I'm not sure if it's my thing and I'm really bad at watching things right now. But I'm thrilled to hear that you're having so much fun with it! I'm happy for you! :D

And thank you so much for the lovely message 💜

#Amethystina Replies #1-boiledpotato #Who Holds the Devil #Amethystina Writes #I swear #Watching Mad Dog is so very disorienting #Because it's genuinely SO GAY to me #But I've seen no one else so much as mention this #Is it just because the right people haven't watched it? #Or am I going crazy? #Who knows at this point #Sorry that this answer became more about Mad Dog than Who Holds the Devil #It's just been weighing very heavily on me lately xD #I AM SO CONFUSED

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (9)

*How Coryo convinced Sejanus to get out of the Arena*

Sejanus: *crying over the “corpse” of Marcus* Why?! Why did you have to die, Marcus?! WHY?!😭

Coryo: *sneaks up on the crying Sejanus* Babe, we have to go now. Your parents are waiting for us outside and I really need to have my beauty sleep.

Sejanus: Coryo, my love!😘 My Snow Angel, why are you here?! Have you come to die with me?!

Coryo: No. I came here to save you from your stupidity. Besides, Marcus is not even dead. He’s literally just sleeping. So leave him be.

Sejanus: So you came here for me?!🥹 I knew our love was written in the stars!! I KNEW IT!

Coryo: Sure. Whatever you say, Babe. So we should go-

Sejanus: But the Hunger Games, Coryo! The games need to stop! We can’t just keep living like this forever!😭

Coryo: Ok, Babe. We can talk about it tomorrow-

Sejanus: But Babe-

Coryo: But seriously, right now, you are asking the wrong person. I have no say on those issues-

Sejanus: I would rather die-

Coryo: Sejanus Plinth! My love, shut up for a second! There are Tributes roaming around the Arena, wanting to kill us!

The Tributes: *Sitting on the stands and listening to the conversation* For the last time, pretty boy, we’re not going to kill you!

Coryo: Wait, really?!

Tanner: You Capitol idiots freaking postponed the games again!

Reaper: And tell my Mentor to send me something else than just bread and water-

Coryo: Clemmie is doing her best-

Reaper: She ain’t sending the best, pretty boy!

Coryo: Bread and water are good for your health!

Reaper: You literally just sent Lucy Gray 10 sriracha flavored chicken wings, 5 chocolate energy bars, and 2 bottles of fresh orange juice-

Coryo: She’s my new best friend!

Lucy Gray: I’m his new best friend!

Reaper: Then explain why Coral’s idiot Mentor was allowed to send her a freaking cheeseburger with fries every time she snaps her fingers at the cameras!

Coral: Reaper, stop being so jealous. Festus and I are war baddies!

Coryo: You mean war buddies, right?

Coral: Tomato, Potato.

Treech: Reaper’s got a point. Two hours ago, Tanner’s Mentor sent him a gallon of milk and a cup mozzarella cheese sticks.

Teslee: And that’s not fair!

Coryo: Well, Tanner’s Mentor is the diary heiress-

Wovey: Mr. Snowman, can we order takeouts tonight? I really want to eat that famous Capitol cream cheese sandwich again.

Coryo: The one from the commercial?

Wovey: Pretty please?🥺🙏

Sejanus: Will they even allow the food delivery guy to come inside the Arena?

Mizzen: I don’t care. I’m hungry!

Dill: And tell Felix to send me those sugar pills again.

Sol: And don’t forget my chocolate cake!

Mizzen: And those chicken nuggets that were covered with Gouda cheese!

Coryo: Fine! Just let me list them all down.

Velvereen: At least it’s not Palmyra’s accursed food.😞

Treech: Yo, pretty boy, it’s been 2 days and I’m bored AF already. Can we finally get out of here and go home?

Coryo: *sighs* Felix and your Mentors are still working on it.

Treech: Then tell f*ckin’ Felix Ravinstill to work faster!!

Coryo: Just wait a little bit longer-

Treech: Vipsania and I have a boxing match to attend this Friday!

Dill: Does that mean that the Hungers Games are finally over?

Coryo: Not exactly. However, we’re still trying to persuade the government to change the concept of the games.

Jessup: What changes are we talking about?

Coryo: I personally proposed to change it into a ✨Talent Show✨ with a “no killing” policy.

Reaper: That’s stupid!

Lucy Gray: *evil laughs* Yes! I’m so gonna win that!

Tanner: Ha! You haven’t seen my dancing skills yet, Baird.

Treech: Bro, I can backflip and you can’t. So I win.

Coryo: Ok? But seriously, Sejanus, we really need to go home now.

Sejanus: But I’m still sad.😢

Coryo: My love, if you’re devastated about the games, then use your family’s money, power, and influence to make a change! REAL CHANGE!

Sejanus: What do you mean, my love?

Coryo: Become the President of Panem!

Sejanus: President of what?!

Coryo: *sighs* If you become the President, then you can do whatever you want! You can even stop the games after your inauguration!

Sejanus: That’s brilliant, Coryo! I’ll become President, and with you as the ✨First Lady✨ of Panem, nothing will stop us from ending the Hunger Games!

Coryo: Wait, what?!

Sejanus: *Shamelessly hugs Coryo in front of the Tributes* We are so going to become the best power couple of the century, my love!😍

Coryo: Sure. Whatever you say, Babe. Being the First Lady of Panem won’t be so bad. I mean, less stress, less foes, and less paper work.

Sejanus: Can I get a kiss then?😘

Coryo: Sure. Why not-

Reaper: Seriously?! Right in front of my stale bread?!

Mizzen: Go get a room!

Lucy Gray: Can I get a kiss too?🥺

Treech: I’m still hungry, ya know!

Tanner: I hope my District sees this.

Coryo: I don’t care anymore! I’ll be rich when I marry Plinth!

Sejanus: Anything you want, Coryo, my Snow Angel~.😍

Marcus: *wakes up* What the heck, Plinth!😡 Why are you here, kissing your boyfriend in front of the Tributes and on LIVE TV?!

Sejanus: Marcus, you’re alive?!

Marcus: I was just sleeping!!

*Immediately, a drone appears with Dean Casca Highbottom’s voice on speaker*

Casca: Oi! Oi! Stop kissing and hugging already!

Sejanus: *Shouts at the drone* Never! This is a private romantic moment with my Coryo!

Casca: Private?! Don’t you know that all of Panem is watching you idiots kiss on LIVE TV?!

Coryo: That’s impossible-

Casca: The Hunger Games’ viewership has increased again! And your freaking sponsors are calling me nonstop!😫

Sejanus: What did they say?!

Casca: They want more romance!

Sejanus: That’s a good thing!

Casca: No! Get away from my boyfriend, Plinth!

Coryo: *sighs* Highbottom’s drunk AF again.

Sejanus: You’re just jealous that Coryo’s mine! He will never be yours, Highbottom! NEVER!

Casca: Crassus is mine! How dare you steal my boyfriend!

Sejanus: Someone’s in denial again!

Coryo: This is so embarrassing.

Marcus: I can’t believe this is even happening in front of me.

Treech: Yup. This is just some weird fever dream.

Casca: Well, I hope your Tribute punches you in the face, Plinth!

Marcus: Can I?😀

Sejanus: At least I’m not single!

Casca: What did you say?!😡🔪

Sejanus: Coryo and I are getting married!!

Prof.Sickle: *Wrestles the mic from Casca’s hands* We get it! You two are “destined” lovebirds! So less being lovey-dovey and start running if you want your wedding to happen!

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[alexanderlightweight]

I loved in the circle won fic how Alec mentioned them thinking he maybe got brainwashed and try to “rescue” him, so could you do a follow up of that happening?

ooh happy to dip back into that abyss! thank you for the prompt, i hope you enjoy

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“I thought this was supposed to be a rescue attempt.” Magnus says blandly as he uses magic to set off the trap that’s been laid for them. It’s a brutal one and if it had worked, Magnus would have been injured and Alexander near death.

Alexander shrugs and says, “as long as I’m mostly alive and can be healed, it’s still considered a successful one.”

Magnus is furious at that but unfortunately, not as surprised as he could be. 

“Oh, and they think that's a rescue do they?” He can’t help the way he pulls Alexander closer to him, the way his magic sparks possessively and the way he wants to claim Alexander in front of them all and prove without a doubt who his boy belongs to.

Alexander is amused more than wary in his arms, even on a battlefield.

Several months of Magnus’ weighty claim and protection have allowed him to shed some layers. The layer of layer of prey that Alexander hid under, to never be detected as a threat to Valentine and the Circle.

“It’s not their intelligence that others fear.” Alexander murmurs, a smirk playing across his face as he watches one of the shadowhunters be devoured by a sliver of hidden hellfire. “It’s their lack of it and their dedication to their cause and leader despite it.”

“Fanatics.” Magnus spits in disgust and he looks around, wondering if his preferred mouse is here to play with. “A pity,” he finally sighs, “I thought I’d get to hear Valentine’s heir shriek like a ravener being skewered again.”

Alexander laughs, a free and brilliant noise that Magnus has only recently been allowed to hear. It doesn’t belong here, where shadowhunters trying to steal him away can hear it and Magnus lets his control drop, the flames raging into an inferno. He normally leaves one or two damaged but alive, to drag themselves back to Valentine for punishment and to make it clear that Magnus is winning and that he’s keeping what he caught.

“Overkill.” Alexander teases him, but his eyes are bright as he watches people he probably once knew be savaged by the flames until even their souls cannot be collected.

“Hardly.” Magnus scoffs and he pulls his boy into a kiss as searing as the fire he wields. “They heard what belongs only to me, you expect me to share such delicacies with fools like that?”

Alexander smiles into the kiss, pleased despite himself and Magnus love the proof of his boy delighting in Magnus’ possessive rage. 

“Never.” Magnus is promised and then his boy nudges Magnus, “didn’t we have something to finish?”

And Magnus still marvels at Alexander. That his beautiful boy wants Magnus, wants to be claimed and paraded about as something, someone who belongs to Magnus. 

“We did,” Magnus considers slowly, “however it’s clear I have a traitor in my ranks. My bringing you to the nightmarket here and where I was going to portal is known to very few.” Alexander’s face twists in fury but he settles quickly enough as he tries to never influence how Magnus handles things. 

“Do we have to postpone?”

“No.”

Because if Alexander is so eager to drape himself in Magnus’ claim for all to see, then a traitor can wait. Magnus has more important things to focus on.

The shop they have reservations at is small and empty, the magical wards set to only allow whoever has the appointment card to enter and, as Magnus requested, there is no one in attendance. Only the many items he requested to be crafted.

“Not bad.” He murmurs as he looks over the delicately designed collar. It’s leather, an inch wide and while there is a loop for a leash, it’s the pendant settled into the middle of it that Magnus’ focuses on.  It takes only a moment and drop of his blood before his magic claims the empty demon pearl and Magnus admires the look of his own magic, swirling against the black of the leather. “What do you think?” 

Alexander looks hungry, starved almost as he presses close to Magnus and stares at it with awe. 

“It can’t be removed, not even by adamas. Only by my own hands and magic” Magnus assures him and he pulls Alexander in for a kiss, “they’ll have to behead you to take you from me now.” It shouldn’t be a comfort but Magnus knows it is, because in the very rare chance that Alexander might be taken from him, this means he can never truly be lost.  It’s a risk, but it’s also warded so heavily that they both know it will take several attempts and a lot of lost men on Valentine’s part for him to succeed. 

“I love it.” Alexander promises him and he bares his neck, waiting and eager to be claimed, to make it so that it will take death to steal him from Magnus — though Magnus is working on that — and Magnus loops it around his neck, letting the pieces meld  seamlessly together as his magic seals it shut.

"Then, shall we celebrate tonight?" Magnus asks and runs his fingers over the collar, the way that if anyone gets close enough to look, they'll be able to read the delicately carved MB in the pendant.

"After you've finished business," Alexander teases him because as greedy as his boy is, he's also protective. "I can wait, now." His fingers raise up and he lets them rest against his own neck, against the collar and smiles, content and pleased.

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[sweeter-innocence-fics]

Learn To Love Again - Chapter Nineteen: Anal

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Work Summary: You have a hard time letting go. Pietro helps you out. An exploration of kink with Pietro Maximoff. Each chapter from chapter 2 onwards will be a different kink.

Chapter Summary: You and Pietro make a deal.

Series Masterlist

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3897

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Previous Chapter

Notes:

warnings for anal, anal fingering, rimming, general roughhousing (affectionately), hints at Pietro having PTSD, perhaps slightly insufficient prep but everything is super consensual

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“I’ll let you fuck mine if you let me fuck yours.”

Pietro hadn’t really responded to that. You wrote it off as something he wasn’t interested in and continued to watch the sunset together, but he seemed pensive.

When the sun was fully up, you rolled out of his lap, getting to your feet and offering him a hand. He didn’t need it, but he let you pull him to his feet anyway.

You could feel his presence as you washed up the two mugs you’d been drinking tea from. He hovered beside you, looking as though he had something to say, but saying nothing.

You set the two, now clean, mugs on the side and wiped your hands, waiting for him to speak.

“Prinţesă-” he started, but cut himself off. You turned to him and leant back against the counter. His mouth moved with no sound, like he was chewing on his words before he spat them out.

“Is something wrong, Piet?”

He shook his head. “Not wrong, but… The thing you said, about… about…” He looked to you for help, but you weren’t about to give it. If Pietro wanted something, he could ask for it. “About… letting me fuck you in the ass if I let you… uh… fuck me in the ass.” His cheeks were bright pink. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him so flustered.

“Yeah?”

“Were you… serious? Is that something you… want?”

“Well, it’s something I’d be interested in trying,” you said breezily. “Why? Do you want to?”

There was a long pause. His eyes were fixed on your face, studying your expression. Finally, he said, “Yes.”

A grin spread across your face. You crossed the distance between you until you were standing inches apart. You dragged a fingertip up his arm, watching his arm hairs stand up in response to your touch.

“Are you sure?” you asked in a low voice.

“Well… I want to try.”  

“Well, that’s what we’re all about it, isn’t it?” You pressed your hands to his chest, and then slowly slid them up towards his neck. “Trying new things? Figuring out what we like?”

He nodded, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him. “So who goes first?”

You grinned. “I’ll fight you for it.”

And that was how you found yourself face down in the sand, an arm carefully twisted behind your back as Pietro pinned you in place. You had been sparring for several minutes: probably the longest time that you and Pietro had ever gone without getting a pin. He had been ferocious and relentless, and you were struggling to keep up.

“One point to me,” he said, releasing you from his hold.

You rubbed your shoulder. Maybe doing this so soon after your little roleplay session was a bad idea. You were still stiff and sore.

Pietro held out his hand, and you let him pull you to your feet.

“Are you alright, my love?” he asked, turning your arm over so that he could inspect a bruise on your bicep. “Does this hurt?”

“A little.”

“We can always postpone this, if you-”

“No way.” You grinned at him. In truth, you weren’t all that fussed about winning or losing. You were both getting fucked in the ass whichever way the chips fell.

Still, Pietro clearly cared, and you wanted to make him sweat a little. You held out your hands, ready to grapple him, and he resumed his fighting stance.

This round was a little quicker. Maybe it was because Pietro felt a little more secure now that he had one win in the bag. Still, there was no way you were letting him beat you 2-0. Luckily, you had something up your sleeve.

It was a move that he’d never seen from you before. Nat had showed you how. You just hoped you pulled it off.

Your leg came up. You could see that Pietro thought you were going for a kick, and tried to block it with his arm, but he misjudged your attack.

Your knee hooked over his shoulder and you grabbed his arm, pulling it towards you. Using your hips for leverage, you straightened his arm and yanked it until it was almost hyperextended. Your entire bodyweight was hanging off his shoulder.

He let out a cry of pain and tapped out. You released him, falling back onto the sand. He paced, nursing his elbow, his teeth gritted.

You felt a jolt of anxiety. “Piet? Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

You watched his expression. For a moment, you were sure he was about to lie to you, to save face, or to avoid showing vulnerability, but then he said, “Little bit.” He rolled his shoulder.

You got to your feet. “Come here.”

He regarded you for a moment. Then he closed the distance between you. You took his arm, pushing up the sleeve of his t-shirt so you could get to his shoulder. He seemed bemused, but then you kissed him there, feeling the hard muscle under your lips.

You bent his arm then, and pressed a kiss to his bicep too. Finally, you kissed the inside of his elbow.

“I see you’re using my treatment method,” he said, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you in closer.

“Well, it is FDA approved, Dr Maximoff,” you teased. “Did it work?”

“Of course. I’m much better.” He flexed his bicep to show you. You couldn’t resist giving it another kiss.

“Alright, final round.” You stepped away from him and readied yourself for another fight. He tackled you to the ground immediately, knocking a gasping laugh out of you.

The two of you wrestled, rolling around in the sand, but in the end, his strength and height advantage won out. He had you pinned, straddling your hips, one arm across your throat, although he wasn’t applying any pressure.

“Do you yield?” he whispered.

“Yes, I yield.”

“Good.” This time, he didn’t let you go. He just leant in and kissed you, slow and deep. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

As he started trailing kisses down your throat, you squirmed. “I’m not gonna be up for, uh, doing it tonight. I’m still sore from last night.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” he said, lazily nibbling at your skin. For now, you let him.

*

The next day was a little colder. You tried sitting out on the beach to read, but the wind nipped at you, until you surrendered and went back inside.

Before you had even thought to ask, Pietro made you a hot chocolate. You drank it gratefully, sitting on the couch with your feet in his lap and a book in yours.

The sky got darker, although it was still fairly early. By the afternoon, a distant rumbling of thunder signalled a storm rolling in. You felt Pietro’s body stiffen beside you.

“You okay, babe?” you asked, tucking some hair back behind his ear.

He visibly relaxed. “I’m fine.” His hand cupped under your knee and tugged you down the sofa. It happened so fast that you weren’t sure how he did, but the next thing you knew, he was on top of you, his knees bracketing your hips. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“I was just wondering why we weren’t making out.”

“That’s a really good question.”

He sank down into you, cupping your cheek with one hand. You kissed him back fiercely, your whole body tingling.

It was like you could feel the storm coming closer. The static in the air was palpable. Thunder cracked, much louder this time, and Pietro flinched.

You kissed him again, trying to soothe him. “Talk to me, Piet,” you murmured, looking up into his eyes.

He shrugged. “I don’t like storms very much.” He didn’t elaborate further, but after all that he’d ever been through in his life, it was hard to blame him for being jumpy.

“Do you wanna put on some music? Drown it out?”

“Yeah, okay.”

He leant back, letting you squeeze out from under him. You grabbed your phone and Bluetooth speaker and scrolled through your playlists. You settled on a compilation of Motown hits, and as My Girl began to play through the speaker, you felt Pietro’s arms wrapping around you from behind.

You set down the phone and speaker and let him twirl you. Thunder rumbled again, even closer, but Pietro didn’t seem to mind this time. He had his arms around you, swaying and spinning and holding you against him.

Rain was coming down hard on the roof of the cabin. Its thudding punctuated your movements. Pietro started kissing you again.

You found yourself pressed against the door to the bedroom, his hands gliding up your skirt.

“Wait,” you said, touching his forearm. “Do you think you could occupy yourself for like, twenty minutes? I need to, uh… get ready.”

His eyes glinted. “It will be torture to be away from you, draga mea,” he said, humour in his voice. “But I will survive.”

You pecked him on the lips, and then retreated to the bathroom with a bag of supplies Pietro had picked up for you from town earlier. Pulling out your phone, you reopened a tab that had some tips about how to prepare yourself for anal. You got to work.

Half an hour later, you slipped out of the bathroom to find the bedroom empty. You had gone all out, with make-up, lingerie and heels. You hoped that Pietro would appreciate it.

You found him in the living room. He was sat on the sofa, facing away the tv, lazily flicking through channels. You stood in the doorway, amused. Pietro could never sit still for very long. He needed constant distraction.

“Piet?” You leant on the doorframe. He turned to look at you, and his eyes widened at the sight.

“Prinţesă,” he breathed, sounding almost reverent. In a blink, he was standing in front of you, cupping your chin. “You look gorgeous.”

You couldn’t suppress a giggle. “I’m glad you think so.” You grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him towards you. He came willingly, walking you backwards. “I’m ready for you to, as you so delicately put it, fuck me in the ass.”

He let out a deep groan and slumped forward, burying his face in your neck. “You can’t just say things like that, dragă,” he growled between kisses. “You’re going to make me misbehave.”

Without warning, he scooped you into his arms and walked you into the bedroom. He dropped you onto the bed unceremoniously, the mattress creaking as your body bounced off it. Each of his hands found a knee, curling around them as he thumbed over the hems of your stockings.

“Pretty, pretty girl,” he hummed. “What am I going to do with you?”

A shiver ran through you. Pietro let go of your knees, bracing himself against the mattress as he leant in to kiss your neck.

You would never tire of the rough scrape of his stubble against your sensitive skin. It sparked something in you, making you run your hands through his hair, trying to pull him closer.

He looked up at you and grinned. “I’m going to make you feel good tonight, prinţesă. Just wait and see.”

“You better,” you said, playfully shoving at his shoulder.

In response, he pressed his face into your cleavage, breathing in the mingled smells of sweat and perfume. His hands played with the straps of your camisole, until he’d dragged them down far enough to free your breasts.

“Mm, hello ladies,” he purred, before wrapping his lips around your nipple.

“You did not just address my boobs directly,” you said, mock-horrified.

He met your eyes and winked. “Why shouldn’t I? They are very close friends of mine. We spend a lot of time together.”

“You’re a pig.”

“You love it.” He squeezed your spit-soaked nipple between his fingertips as he went to work sucking on the other one. You keened, grinding up against him.

His hands were suddenly firm on your waist, holding you in place.

“Patience, my love.”

“Asshole,” you muttered, but you couldn’t even pretend to be angry while he was playing with your nipples.

“So pretty,” he said, squeezing your boobs. You were sure that tomorrow that you’d have bruises in the shape of his handprints on them, and you knew that he would love that.

He stayed playing with your boobs, not straying any lower for far longer than you expected. Pietro could be surprisingly patient when he had an idea in his head. You, meanwhile, were getting impatient.

“Piet,” you whined, and he pulled away from your nipple with a satisfying ‘pop’.

“Yes, dragă?” He grazed at your skin with his teeth, making you buck up against him.

“Stop teasing me. I need more.”

He cocked his head on one side. “But I’m having such fun here.” He squeezed your boobs again. “If you want more, then beg for it.”

Your cheeks heated up. Pietro went back to lazily sucking on your nipple while you bit your lip, flustered.

“Please, Pietro,” you said softly.

“Please what?”

“Please touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“You know what I mean.” You groaned, frustrated.

“You’re going to have to be more specific.” He gave you his patented shit-eating grin.

“Please lick my pussy? Is that good enough for you?”

He chuckled softly, but you could see how turned on he was. “Such a filthy mouth.” He tugged on your camisole, pulling it up to reveal your panties. “But you dressed up so pretty, all for me. So I forgive you.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re an asshole.”

He pressed a kiss to your bare stomach, making your muscles clench excitedly. “If I’m such an asshole, I guess you don’t want me to eat your pussy?” He rested his cheek against your stomach, looking up at you with a soft, teasing look in his eyes.

Two could play at that game. “Well, I guess if you don’t want to eat my pussy, you’re not gonna want to fuck me in the ass tonight?” You carded your fingers through his hair. “That’s fine, we can just play board games instead, or-”

Pietro let out a soft growl, and tugged your panties down your thighs. With one hand on the back of your knee, he spread you open wide and buried his face between your legs.

“Piet,” you moaned as his tongue circled your clit. He kept his eyes fixed on you, a look of dogged determination on his face.

His tongue flicked over you, vibrating aggressively, and you keened in pleasure. Clearly, he wasn’t going to take his time anymore.

With one of your legs hooked over his shoulder, he laved over your clit with his tongue, trying to drag every little gasp and moan out of you. He slid two fingers into you. You could hear the slick sound of your own wetness as he pounded into you mercilessly.

“Pietro,” you squeaked, grabbing hold of his hair as he slipped a finger into your asshole. His pace was just as brutal and relentless, and all you could do was hold on tight and enjoy the ride.

Your juices were dripping down his chin. His lips sealed themselves over your clit and he hummed against you, vibrating you to your core. With a deep, drawn out moan, you came, a fresh rush of liquid soaking his face.

He didn’t let up his assault. Instead, he scooped up your other leg and pressed both of your knees back against your chest so that he could get to your asshole.

His tongue found its way there, and your stomach muscles jumped again. This was unfamiliar territory. Pietro had fingered your ass before, but you’d never been rimmed, and feeling the hot, wet muscle probing at your asshole was making your pussy clench.

Although you knew that you were prepared for this, and you were as clean as you could be, you couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious. Pietro seemed to be having a good time, though, giving all of his love and attention to your asshole, which eased your mind a little.

His tongue pushed through, penetrating the ring of muscle. You gripped the bedsheets, gasping his name like a prayer. He released one of your legs, and put two fingers back into your pussy. They were a warm and comforting weight inside you.

“Did you prepare yourself for me, prinţesă?” he cooed, stilling his movements.

You nodded. “I used the cherry lube.”

“I noticed. It tastes good.”  

The first few times his tongue slipped in and out of you, it was a little messy, but he soon got into the rhythm of fucking you with his tongue. That was the thing with you and Pietro; you always found a rhythm.

And although this felt good – a hot, squirmy and unfamiliar pleasure – you knew that this was never going to make you cum. So when he sat back up so he could strip off his clothes, you were a little relieved. You pulled off the camisole and he made quick work of your heels before settling himself over you again.

His nose brushed yours, as if he wasn’t sure that you wanted him to kiss you, so you closed the distance. His lips tasted of cherry and sweat and musk.

His dick was lying hard against your pussy, but he seemed content to just kiss you, for the moment. He kissed you hard and deep and dirty, until you hooked your legs over his hips to pull him down.

He slipped inside your pussy, drawing gasping moans from both of you. His mouth was right next to your ear as he growled out a few choice swear words.

You held him tight to you, begging him to move with the motions of your body. He seemed to take the hint. You rocked with his every thrust, taking him deeper until he was making you see stars.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, so he didn’t let up. He pressed you into the mattress, angling his hips the way he knew would make you moan.

One of his hands was on your chest, holding you down, while the other found your clit, vibrating his thumb over it.

“Look at me, dragă.” His voice was soft but authoritative. You opened your eyes and found his face directly above yours. A half-smile played across his lips. “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

You slid your fingers into his hair, arching your back to meet his every movement. You couldn’t have held back even if you’d wanted to. Your lips parted, gasping out his name as you came, clenching around him.

Slumping back against the pillows, your eyes fluttered closed. Pietro had other ideas, though. He coaxed you back to him with his lips on yours. Feeling unsteady, you blinked, trying to get him back into focus.

Pietro was kneeling between your thighs. His cock, slick with your juices, was still achingly hard. As soon as your eyes were on him, he hooked one arm under your hips, tilting you so that he could press his cock against your asshole. Your stockinged feet rested against his chest.

“Do you still want to do this, prinţesă?” he asked, gently.

Your breath caught in your throat. You were used to Pietro’s size by now, but having him pressed against your tight, puckered hole that had never had anything thicker than a couple of fingers inside it was a different story.

Your chest rose and fell apprehensively. One of Pietro’s hands was on your knee, stroking it.

“It is okay if you want to say no, my love.”

You shook your head. “I do want to. I want to do this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“You know what to do if you change your mind.”

The head of his cock was pressing against your asshole again. You shut your eyes as he applied the barest of pressure, pushing the head inside you.

It didn’t hurt as much as you’d expected it to. Granted, you had prepared yourself as best you could, and Pietro’s cock was covered in your cum, but still.

“Okay?” he asked. His voice sounded a little strained. You opened your eyes to look up at him, and could see the restraint on his face as he held himself back from pushing in any further.

“Okay.” You nodded.

“More?”

“More.”

He pushed in a little deeper, stretching you. It was starting to sting a little, but you had never minded a bit of pain during sex.

“More,” you insisted, and he obliged, driving all the way inside you until his hips were flush with your buttocks.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, grasping at your thigh comfortingly.

“Only a little. I just need a second.”

“Of course.”

You lay there for a moment, trying to adjust to the size of him inside you. You experimented with clenching your ass, and Pietro let out a noise you’d only ever heard when you’d used electricity on him.

“That feel good?”

You were being coy, but he was too far gone to reply with anything other than a choked-out “Yes.”

“You can move, if you want.”

He started slow. It was a strangely satisfying sensation, muscles burning like they do after a good workout. He thrust deeper, scratching an itch deep inside you that you’d never even known was there.

You moaned his name, and something inside him seemed to snap. He hitched your legs up, rolling you up like an armadillo. He was on top of you now, pounding into you with reckless abandon.

You reached up to touch his face, slipping your thumb into his mouth. “You like that, baby?” you murmured. “You like being the only person who’s ever got to fuck my ass?”

Pietro choked out a gasp, and you felt the warmth of his cum filling you up. It was sudden, and a little surprising. He pulled out of you, leaving a previously unknown emptiness behind. You were suddenly cold.

“Baby,” you whined, and Pietro collapsed on top of you. His hand went to your stomach, sliding down lower, ready to get you off for the third time, but you shook your head. “Just hold me.”

He rolled you both over until you were lying with your head on his chest, legs entangled with his. His arms were around you, a warm, protective barrier keeping the outside world away. His lips pressed to your forehead, fingertips smoothing your hair back and gently rubbing your scalp.

“How was that?” he asked.

“It was good.”

“Just good?”

You shrugged. “It was different. It felt good, but it didn’t blow my mind.”

You felt Pietro smiling against your skin. “I guess I’ll have to try harder next time.”

Huffing out a laugh, you turned your head, pressing your forehead against his. “You don’t have to blow my mind every time, you know. Sometimes it’s nice to just have my back blown out.”

It was his turn to laugh. He squeezed you, the heat of his skin familiar and pleasant.

“So when’s it my turn to blow your back out?” you asked, walking your fingertips up his collarbone.

“Whenever you want, my love. Anything for my prinţesă.”

The rain was still beating down on the roof as you lay there together.

Next Chapter: Pegging

#pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff smut #pietro maximoff x you #pietro maximoff fanfiction

[goldenpinof]

Gonna tinhat in your asks just because

I feel like it really WAS supposed to be a hiatus. They stepped away from the gaming channel and joint content bc Dan had a lot of projects he wanted to work on (the more serious content like big, the YouTube show, maybe even the solo tour) just to stretch his creative limbs and bc they needed to sort out the house/move, and uploading through all of that would be stressful. They were probably thinking 2-3 years tops. And then the world blew up and half of Dan's plans blew up with it

I feel like this return is GENUINE, like they've wanted to do it and just haven't been able to yet because Dan wasn't done with his stuff

i see that you have good points. it was very convenient to not have a gaming channel when they ended up living in a filming apartment with 0 space. but Dan constantly saying (through Phil sometimes) that he doesn't want to make that type of content anymore and doesn't want the gaming channel to return... it was very telling. only Phil was saying "maybe" because he was the only one actually wanting and needing it. that "maybe" was saved in case everything else went down. like a safety blanket that they always could pull out. which they did.

i understand Dan wanting a hiatus of sorts. he was burnt out. 2018 was a crazy year! it's just.. the vibes we started getting right after were very final. "Dan doesn't want it" was a final statement. and maybe he didn't want it because of other projects. he basically killed DanandPhil brand at some point, it was very apparent that he wanted to get out of that label. that he wanted a name outside a very successful duo they built throughout almost a decade. and it was fucking hard for him, you know. i understand that. the 1st project was ruined by youtube and covid. the company that he gave 10 years of his life let him down. it's a rough fucking start for a name building.

i'm simplifying a lot here, bear with me :))

i think the wad tour opened Dan's eyes a little bit. and i will take it as a win in the end of the day. it was starting very well and promising. the concept and 1st promo materials were well done. but then everything started wobbling and neither Dan nor his team was ready to deal with problems fast enough. and in contrary to how fuckups didn't really make a difference during ii NOW they made a difference. Dan couldn't make a name between 2019 and 2022, so he started going back and forth with his content. sometimes it wasn't clear who was the main target for videos, announcements and promos. i still don't know who initially was the target audience for his book. it can't be us! we know everything he wrote there. but marketing was so non-existent, it's scary how it could flop if he didn't have an audience based on DanandPhil™. his tour had somewhat of an audience also only because of the branding he was so determined to escape. although, there was a moment when he tried to advertise it for a wider audience, wasn't it? especially in the UK, where they had actual posters in the cities outside the venues. i remember having questions about why marketing shifted throughout the tour (while the script stayed the same! loser). i can't say that dystopia daily even had a target audience in mind rfbhfjekeeo

what i'm trying to say is, something changed in Dan's mind. there was a series of events that made him realise that coming back to dnpgames wasn't actually a bad idea. the European leg of his tour was the biggest mess i've ever seen. the fact that Dan explicitly threw shade on people he worked with only confirmed how bad things were. the search for a new management team, constant postponing of wad dvd, Phil's recycling content, and god knows what else – maybe it made him realise that a familiar content on a channel that everyone loves so much and will give views (and money) is what's best right now. new projects are always a risk. dnpgames isn't. and he still can work on something alongside. especially if he finally has new managers who will fight for his interests and property communicate with people they happened to work with. (allegedly. we don't know if he actually got new representatives).

if he actually had a 2-3 years plan (even 5 years plan, idc), the communicative language should have been different. but the only vibe i was getting from him right till yesterday was "i don't what to do what y'all are suggesting. period." and then he is talking about hope on twitter?! bro, as if it wasn't in your hands all this time 😭 i love him and i wish him all the best, and i'm rooting for his career more than for my own. but damn, does he not make it easy 😂

P.S. if turns out i'm wrong, forget i ever said anything. Thanos your memory out <3

#oof #i wasn't ready to talk about it #dnpgames #dan #wad #answered

[reborn-from-your-ashes]

Ada Hegerberg on the future of women’s football - The Guardian

I don’t want to come out all firing, it’s too early into 2024 for that and I’ve got a job to do on the pitch, but it is always important to start a new year properly and raise some concerns that I, and other players, have about the women’s game and where it is going.

Sometimes this world of football still manages to shock me. I was shocked when I saw the 2024 international match calendar – and I was not the only one. Many of us have had to compete in back-to-back summer tournaments in with the postponed Tokyo Olympics in 2021, the Euros in 2022 and then the World Cup in 2023. This year it’s the Olympics again for some teams, so to see a Fifa window for games in the middle of July was frustrating to say the least.

Obviously, some teams will be competing at the Olympics but not all of us. Many were looking at this summer as a summer of liberation – for our bodies and our minds. But no.

A lot has been made about the intensity of our match calendars and the impact on players who are not given a proper environment for the demands of so many matches, yet here we are, ready to play anywhere between 50 to 60 matches, with games to be played in every month of the year. The decision-making is worrying to say the least. I will be told there was no other month for it, but I do firmly believe a good problem solver can find a way around any matter.

I feel these issues so keenly because I’ve been impacted by them. There are many different causes of injuries, but if we are overworking players, not giving them the appropriate amount of rest and recovery time, and not providing them with the set-up that can match the level of the demands being placed on them physically and mentally, then the risk to player health is increasing exponentially.

I had been injury free in my whole career, year-in and year-out, winning trophies and playing to my best abilities. But in recent years I’ve been unlucky with a stress fracture impacting my body. Very few people knew or understood the extent of this injury, what caused it and whether it would impact me long-term, yet despite that I have lazily been labelled “injury prone”.

Any of us could pick up another injury, but any of us could also have a fantastic year ahead of us. This is the goal I work towards every day, and I feel this is something that we, as Lyon, have done collectively and individually for the past few months. This injury period is behind me. I’m tired of being put in a box. There will always be a “it won’t last” caveat to recognition of my form but I’ve stopped putting energy into answering these questions and so should all players.

We know who we are, where we are now, and where we came from. Injuries are an important part of the game whether we want it or not, but not the decisive factor as to who we are. Female players deserve to have the competence and quality around them to help them to keep delivering on the pitch.

At the moment, there are too many variables from environment to environment to blame the players or their bodies for the injuries they pick up. Playing any sport is an injury risk but we are not defined by our injuries. We are defined by what we are able to bring to the pitch and the sport.

Giving players better environments with more competence around them is key. There is a lot of talk about the need for research, and rightly so, but not enough about how the research, when done, is then filtered into the women’s football ecosystem for the benefit of all players. If you really want to see the women’s game grow you must keep players available. Right now, that’s a hell of a challenge. I had to dig deep to lift me out of the injury hell I was in for a short period, getting the right expertise and knowledge, and I was lucky because I had the people around me to help me do that. Not everybody gets that.

On a global level, players need help. We need a better communication between players and governing bodies. We need better communications between clubs and federations. We can’t keep having contradictions in the way things are done. Having a health expert panel put in place is a great thing, but how good is it for when you’re told you have international games to play mid-summer? The stress that is put on players physically and mentally makes no sense. The demands on players and their bodies are growing and while this is something we’ve all been asking for, the tools are not yet here to deal with those demands.

Will it change? I hope so. We are so damn lucky to be professional footballers. To me it is one of the best jobs in the world. But being lucky doesn’t prevent all of us from being smart. There are, and there will always be, bigger issues to solve in the world, but taking care of one another in our area is a start, and that gives a foundation for us to help greater causes. Football, and other sports, can serve so many bigger purposes.

#she never misses #ada hegerberg #woso #women’s football

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Could you, instead of Bodyguard Sokkla AU, write Azula being famous, as she should, and Sokka being a huge overly smitten fanboy who gets to meet her irl by accident through Zuko? Zuko would obviously hide that he's related to someone famous to not attract attention on himself cause he can be somewhat socially awkward sometimes but what happens when his sister calls him one day while he's playing video games with his friends and without thinking too much he answers the phone and puts her on speaker so that his hand will be free to hold the controller and Sokka recognizes her voice?

This prompt has been sitting in my askbox for ages. Idk if you’re even still here xD but here it is. A quick little thing while I work on fandom events.

Katara thinks that it is embarrassing that he has so many posters of the girl. That one of them is even autographed. That he has a closet full of concert T-shirts and fanmade ones alike. That he has every single CD that Azula has ever appeared on. 

She doesn’t quite understand idol culture and frankly he finds himself rather embarrassed by it too. 

He would never let Jet or Zuko see all of this. Toph has already given him a hard time for being, as she so delicately put it, a total fanboy dweeb. But he certainly isn’t the worst out there. He can pridefully say that he doesn’t own a body pillow.

But he talks about her all the time. He’d like to meet her more than anything. He wonders if she is just as pretty in person. Prettier perhaps? She has such a nice smile and her voice is…

It’s divine. He has never heard anything like it; gentle and powerful all at once. 

It is a volcanic eruption and a quiet sunset breeze all at once. 

Sokka sighs, he almost puts one of the CD’s in the radio but he ultimately decides that doing so might ruin tonight’s livestream; pop music doesn’t exactly scream ‘epic fantasy-action background music’. Unless of course he and his gaming group are bold enough. He can’t imagine that they would be so brave. Not when Toph takes this whole livestreaming thing so seriously. 

Sokka puts on his headset and joins Zuko in the server. “Hey, Sokka.” The boy greets.

“How’s it going, buddy?”

Zuko exhales deeply. “I’m expecting a phone call tonight so we decided to postpone the livestream. Also, Toph can’t make it tonight, she’s got a headcold or something. So it’ll just be you, Jet, and I tonight.” 

“I think that we could use a stress free night of just gaming for the sake of gaming.” Just like in the old days, before they decided to start gaming for some extra cash. Not that Toph needs any. 

“What game are we playing tonight, boys?” Jet’s face appears on the screen. 

“Well Toph wanted to play ‘Night of Claw and Fire’. But I thought that we could play that one with the race cars that we used to love.” Zuko replies.

“Are we going to play the one with the shitty graphics? Or the new one.”

“Shitty graphics.” Sokka and Zuko say at once. Nothing like some classic, old school, boxy graphics. It has been so long since he has had a chance to glitch his character into oblivion. 

.oOo.

He knows that the game is all in good fun but Sokka can’t help but be at least a little frustrated at his losing streak. He hasn’t even been able to beat any of the NPC racers. They have been lapping him for the better part of the night while Zuko and Jet cackle. 

He wishes that Toph were here. 

Toph usually protects him from getting tag teamed. 

He puffs out another sigh and tightens his grip on his controller. He stares at its sleek, metallic navy blue finish. “Come on” he mumbles to the thing, “just give me one win.” 

He revs his virtual engine. 

3…

2…

1…

Zuko’s phone rings and the game pauses just as Sokka’s character blasts off. “Oh come on, bro!” Sokka shouts. 

Zuko rolls his eyes and unpauses the game. Sokka’s race car slams directly into the barricade and Jet cackles as Zuko hits the speaker button. “Hello?” 

“Hello, Zuzu.” 

Jet too slams his virtual car into the barricade and snorts. “Zuzu?” 

Zuko’s face flushes. “I shouldn’t have put you on speaker.”

“You have me on speaker?”

“I’m in the middle of gaming!” He declares. “I’m in first place by the way.” 

“There’s a first time for everything.” The girl chuckles. 

And that is when Sokka’s heart skips. He knows that laugh. He has always found it to be so charming. “Zuko…” he swallows. “Is that…?”

“My sister? Yeah.” Zuko fills in.

“Azula is your sister!? And you didn’t tell me?”

“My sister isn’t…”

“Yes I am.” Azula cuts in. “I’m exactly who you think I am.”

And Zuko is blushing again. Sokka can’t begin to fathom why. Not until he grumbles a, “I’ve been trying to be lowkey about this. I don’t want attention.” 

“I do.” Azula declares. 

“Why do you do this to me? And what are you actually calling for?”

“Well, mother said to tell you that she found some of your old baby pictures. Like the one where you…” 

“Azula!” He shouts, his face now a vivid scarlet.”

“The one where you decided to use your underwear as a hat.”

“Dude, you used your underpants as a hat?” Jet chuckles. 

“No! She’s just trying to make me sound like a dweeb.”

“It’s working.” Jet cackles. 

To Zuko’s credit he is still in first place. “Alright, Azula, we’ll talk later tonight.” His finger hovers over the end call button.

“No!” She and Sokka say at once. 

“I want to talk to your sister!” Sokka requests. “You know how much I love her…music!” Oh, he’s such an idiot–just bursting out declarations of love. “I love her music.” He repeats. 

“It’s alright, you can confess your love.” Azula drawls. “Most people do.”

Zuko groans. “She likes attention. Stop giving her attention.” 

But it is much too late for that. He has already plunged right into a very stuttering, “c-can we hang o-out sometime. I mean if you want to. I wouldn’t force you to do that because I’m…I’m not one of those weirdos but I thought that it could be nice maybe…”

“I suppose that we can.” Azula pauses. He can hear in her voice that her face has lit up. “Oh! I can show you Zuzu’s baby photos! There’s this one where he’s trying to eat his own foot.”

“Alright that’s it! Conversation over!” Zuko strikes ‘end call’. 

And with the strike of a button his hopes and dreams deflate. But hours later, with the sounds of video game victory music echoing in his ears, he gets a text. It better not be Zuko because he is ready to give the boy an earful…over text.

He looks at the screen. ‘Tomorrow. 5:00. Jasmine Dragon.’ The phone dings again and a picture of a very chubby baby Zuko stares up at him, peeking out from under a pair of underwear.

Sokka grins. ‘How did you get my number?’ He texts back.

‘That’s for me to know and you to wonder about.’ She adds a little wink. 

‘Okay, tomorrow at 5.’ He clutches his phone to his chest. He is actually going to meet his idol in person. He just hopes that she will like him as much as he likes her. Maybe he should take some of the posters down so that he doesn’t seem creepy…

He takes a deep breath. They’re just meeting at the Jasmine Dragon. And, realistically, Zuko will probably be tagging along. He will cross that bridge when he comes to it. Until then he will relish in that he is actually going to meet his idol face to face!

#fic request #one shot #azula #sokka #sokkla #avatar the last airbender