the trick is to use the wings to cover the screwed up backs

Kiss and Tell

Fandom: My Hero Academia
Characters/Relationship: Katsuki Bakugou, Ochako Uraraka, Kacchako
Genre: Gen/Romance
Rating: G
Length: 2384 words
Summary: Their lips brushed during a spar. It was an accident.

(basically, my take on the ‘accidental kiss’ trope)


It happened during a spar.

Uraraka quickly dodged Bakugou’s right hook, fist barely grazing her cheek as she moved out of range. She reached out to grab his outstretched hand, but he spun around before she could, seeing her strategy and crushing it with an explosion to the back. 

She grunted at the pain but refused to go down–she used the smoke to her advantage and put her training from Gunhead to good use; she locked her arms around his, using all her body weight to throw him overhead, catching him off guard–and before he could react, his back hit the ground with a resounding bang, the wind knocked out of his lungs. As he gasped, she took the chance to sit on his chest, pinning him down with her knee. 

Bakugou struggled against her grip as she tried valiantly to hold him down. 

“It’s not over yet, Uraraka!” He shouted, glaring with sharp eyes and quickly shoving her off of him, knocking her off balance. 

Soon, they devolved into wrestling each other on the ground, pushing and shoving and kicking, each trying to get the upper hand, victory just within grasp, until–

Their lips brushed.

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The Boxer

Chapter 1: Gone, Gone, Gone

Green hit planet side at 30 kilometers a second and bounced. Pidge, tossed from her seat, hit the windshield hard. She didn’t have time to process before Green tilted over axis and landed heavy on her flank. Pidge fell to the port wall her back smacking into the dashboard and jarring her.

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Caring for Family

Summary: The High Lord and Lady of the Night Court has fallen ill. So the Inner Circle decide to help them recover, in their own way…

Word count: 1141

I tried to write fluff but I think I failed.

Note: I don’t know how far the wards of the house of wind go.

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“Rejection”; Chapter Twenty-One

NOTES: After nearly a week with little to no internet…. here I am. Posting another chapter of the story that I regretfully have not updated in a while. Hopefully this will make up for it… and I apologize in advance if the wording isn’t very clear to the scene I am trying to portray in your minds. 

Thank you for all the support and patience, and again, I hope you’ll enjoy the chapter! ^^


Undyne cheered, Alphys groaned, and Sans sighed. You raised your hand politely to ask Papyrus a few questions. Undyne gave you a high five, and laughed. “You don’t need to raise your hand to speak, nerd!” You gave a curt nod, and spoke to the tall skeleton reaching for a box with pictures on it from behind.

“Uh, Paps? What’s ‘Bone Breaker’? It sounds painful.” Papyrus gave you the box, and you examined it. The monsters on it were playing a game that greatly resembled “Twister”. “IT IS A GAME THAT REQUIRES MUCH SKILL, DEAR (Nickname)!! EACH TURN, A PLAYER MUST SPIN FROM THE WHEEL OF DOOM. WHATEVER IT LANDS ON, THAT PLAYER MUST STEP ON THAT SYMBOL. YOU CANNOT MOVE ANY BODY PARTS THAT ARE ON A SYMBOL; IF YOU FALL, YOU LOSE.” He explained, although you already knew perfectly well how it was supposed to go.

You nodded in understanding, and the young skeleton set up the mat. “WHO WOULD LIKE TO GO FIRST?” When no one raised their hand, Undyne grabbed your wrist and threw it up in the air. “I say the newbie goes up first!” Alphys snorted, and Sans gave you a thumbs up. You got up from off the couch, and walked over to the center of the room.

The mat was in front of the TV, which was currently turned off. Papyrus spun the large wheel that came with the package (it had to be bigger because monsters have many different varying body parts, like tails and wings) and it landed on a blue foot.

You sighed a breath of relief, glad that you weren’t starting off on your hands or something. Undyne shot up from her seat, and Sans extended his legs to where she’d just been. She glared murderously at him, silently getting across that when she returned that spot was hers. He shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“My turn!” She boasted confidently, and spun the wheel. It landed on a red foot, which she accepted without problem and followed onto the mat.

Papyrus wanted to go next, so he spun the dial. It landed on a green tail, which he frowned at. “I DON’T HAVE A TAIL. BUT I HAVE A BUTT! SORT OF.” He simply sat down on a green spot. 

Papyrus waved Sans over, but the short skeleton insisted on going last. Alphys nervously made her way up to the table, and flicked the arrow. It was on a red hand, and she groaned. Undyne smiled, and grabbed the lizard, holding her upside down with ease.

“Don’t worry, Al! I got you! Just put your hand where it’s supposed to go.” She cheered, and the yellow lizard did as she was told. Sans dozed off in the mere minute that Alphys had taken her turn; without hesitation, everyone started yelling at him to wake up. He opened an eye lazily, and reached over for the spinner. He flicked it gently; as if he wanted the dial to land on a certain icon on purpose.

Sans walked over with the piece of cardboard and set it down on the floor. “i got a yellow knee. i believe that's…” He playfully bumped into your side, and got down on one knee in front on you, “-right here.” He snickered, looking up at you expectantly. You rolled your eyes, blushing stupidly at his little trick. Alphys saw this, and giggled under her breath.

After a couple more seconds of snickering all around, Undyne and Papyrus urged you to take your turn. “Ok, ok! Jeez, calm down.” You laughed, and flicked the arrow. It was a green hand; cautiously, you leaned past Sans and next to Papyrus. Undyne reached down for the spinner, and forcefully smacked the dial. It stopped at a blue elbow, and she confidently lifted up Alphys. “Ready, Al?”

The fish warrior had to do a backflip to maintain in position; while poor Alphys was dangling onto her girlfriend’s legs in order to stay on her dot. Papyrus grabbed the cardboard, and got another green. “WOWIE, AREN’T I LUCKY?” He yelled happily, and placed a hand on top of yours besides him. He smiled towards you when realizing you were now both making contact, to which you responded with a goofy grin of your own. Alphys had the arrow spun for her courtesy of Sans, who was practically the only one who still remained upright.

She got was lucky as well, and received a blue foot. She set a leg down by Undyne’s hair, letting go of the warrior’s thigh. She rubbed her head from being upside down for the past turn, and winced. Sans took his turn, and gave you a weird look once he found out what he got. “a green hand. huh.” 

He reached over, and smiled evilly. You gasped when you sensed how his whole body was practically atop your own, and that your hands were completely sandwiched together by both brothers’. You wanted to open your mouth to protest that he was cheating just to get on your chops, but you stayed silent.

It was your turn; you flicked the arrow pathetically, as the amount of strength residing within you was draining quickly. The symbol was a yellow wing, which you decided would just be substituted for a leg. You tried to place your foot under you, but fell.

Luckily, you were caught by something sturdy; you opened your eyes to see it was Sans who had wrapped an arm around your back. “don’t worry, (y/n). i won’t let you break a leg.” He made a pun about the game’s title, and you attempted to give him an annoyed glare. It didn’t work; you wound up smiling anyways.

Alphys blushed when she saw the little action happening to her right, and was squealing on her insides. “I ship it so hard…” she murmured under her breath, with Undyne asking what she had said. Replying nothing, the fish lady shrugged it off and spun to get a blue wing as well. She snickered, and placed her other foot down forcefully. 

From what you could tell, she wasn’t gonna drop anytime soon. Neither was Papyrus, as he was merely sitting on the ground. But when he spun, it resulted in him having to get up and stretch his leg all the way across the mat to the red section.

Alphys’ turn. She snakes a tail under Undyne. Sans’ turn. Figures, he gets a blue foot; now he looks like he’s dipping you back at Grillby’s. You debate within yourself whether or not you should argue his actions aloud; at this point, you couldn’t really move the spinner on your own, so Sans did it for you.

“you landed on a special space.” He says nonchalantly, and everyone groans. “What’s that mean?” You ask, and he chuckles. “you can either have the opportunity to screw up someone else or move wherever you want.”

You think about, and decide to be vindictive. “Ya know what, Sans? Do you think it’d be possible for you to stretch your leg that’s currently on blue all the way over to red by your hand?” He gulped, and eyed the spot with hatred. But rather than directing his frustration towards you, he narrowed his pinpricks for eyes and gave an annoyed smile.

“sure thing, sweetheart.” He spat acidly, and you laughed with triumph; now he was just as uncomfortable as all of us. Undyne spun, and got a yellow foot. She growled, unable to move her red foot back without hitting Alphys’ tail.

“Damn it!!” She cursed, but summoned a spear and propped her back up with it. “Are you nuts?! You’ll freaking stab yourself!” You cried out, but Undyne just howled with laughter and gave a heroic cheer. “There’s no way I’m giving up!! It’s my determination, I tell you!!” Sans rolled his eyes, and Alphys snorted.

“More like your stupidity, actually.” She insulted Undyne, and you released a complimentary, “OHHHH! ROASTED!!” Papyrus snickered, and spun the wheel. He got a blue hand, and attempted sticking it under Sans’ legs. It didn’t work, and he fell to the ground.

“NO!!! HOW COULD THE GREAT PAPYRUS FAIL?!” He cried out, angry that he lost the game. Undyne bellowed, “HA-HA! ONE NERD GONE; THREE MORE!!!” Alphys reached to grab the cardboard spinner, but also collapsed while doing so. She yelped in surprise when she landed on her tail, and rolled off the mat. 

It was Sans’ turn, and he had to spin. Picking up the chart, he flicked it and cringed when it landed on yellow hand. “uh oh…” He whispered, and you glared up at him.

“Whaddaya mean, ‘uh oh’?! Sans, I swear to God, if you drop me-!” “relax, (nickname). i got it covered.” He blinked his eyes a few times, summoning his magic. Suddenly, you felt really light; but not so light that it was like you were flying. Just enough so that your soul was under control by the skeleton, but didn’t pop out. A droplet of sweat rolled down his temple as he handed you the board. Struggling to spin it, you just barely made the thing go. It lands on a color you’re already on, so you just stay put.

Undyne goes, and cheers when she lands on a special space. “Hey punk! Move your hand on the green two spaces over!” Undyne snarled wickedly, and you gulped. Sans’ head was right there, how could she- “Just do it already, ya wimp!” “Okay, okay!” You holler back, and comply. Sans begins to turn his head to take a peek at what the current situation was, but you practically screamed for him not to do so. “why not?!” He asked in a tone that sounded more frightened than curious.

You blushed hard from total embarrassment when you saw your bust almost hit the back of his skull. “Just…please don’t. In the name of Asgore, I beg you-” “alright, alright! i get the idea.” His hand wavers in the air, struggling to remain focused on keeping you from falling.

More beads of sweat dripped down his skull. It was his turn, and he also landed on a special spot. “oh thank god…” He muttered, and you chuckled nervously. He carefully ducked from whatever was above him, and fixed his hand to stand up straighter than what it was.

He wrapped his arms around your waist again, and dampened the blue magic in his eye out, not needing it anymore. Undyne growled, and barked at you to take your turn. You did, and got a red hand.

You were gonna have to jump if you wanted to make it. Taking in a deep breath, you pushed up off the mat with all the might you could muster…

Not far enough. You clawed for something, anything, to take a hold of, and that was Sans. Not expecting the sudden addition of weight, he scrambled to hold you up. He couldn’t take it, and collapsed to the ground with you underneath him. 

Undyne got up from her awful position, removing the slightly impaled spear from her spine, and ran around the living room with ecstasy. “YES!! I WIN!!” She shout, while you let out an “Oomph-!” from hitting the floor. Your body was glad that it could finally rest, but the fact that Sans was on top of you once again was kind of cliche.

He opened his eyes, and laid a hand beside your cheek. “guess you can say that you’ve fallen for me, huh?” He winked playfully, and you pushed him off, blushing crazily. Alphys put her phone away, done recording the little moment.

She was definitely gonna use that later for her little chat with Undyne about her new OTP.




Chapter Ten (Where all the chapters before that are)

Chapter Twenty (That would be the “Previous” chapter, buddy.)

Part Four: Team Free Will. (The Song Remains the Same S05E13)

Episode Summary: Anna, the renegade angel, travels back in time to kill John and Mary so Sam is never born, and he cannot be the vessel to Lucifer. Castiel sends the reader and the Winchesters boys back in time to stop Anna.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 2,968.

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Cost of Freedom (14/??)

Summary: In which Shinichi and Kaito put their plans into action. (The escape, part i.) Prison!AU

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May the third.

If not for their plans, it would be an average day. And for the most part, it is.

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Titans Hunt is a Disgrace to Everything Titans Pt.1 "Roy Harper"

(note: only covering the first 3 issues)

When the opening line was “…Roy Harper gets scared and does something dumb, spectacularly dumb, even by his own high standards.” I knew this comic was going to be a treat.

I mean it’s not like Roy was cannonly one of the greatest weapons experts in the DCU,

who founded the Outsiders,

was a competent single father,

and used his skills and knowledge to save the day all the time.

However Abnett seems to think Roy is an idiot. Throughout the first three issues alone he makes, idiotic or rookie mistakes that any seasoned hero, let alone one that’s been doing this for so long, would never make.

For starters, he mistakes a tornado siren for ringing in his head, which is on par with a mistake Caboose from “Red vs. Blue” would make.

Other mistakes include; leaving his equipment out for all to see in the back of his truck,

gets out in the middle of a road wielding a weapon because he thinks he saw something (he’s also drunk at this point but I’ll get to that),

asking an officer “Can I go?” after he was caught driving drunk and brandishing a weapon in the road,

instead of explaining the situation he just attacks the cops,

seems to think it can get worse than being charged with attempted murder (but hey at least it’s not murder right),

says his highly customized and lethal bow is used on “vermin

and proceeds to freak the hell out even though a few panels later he has the situation under control. And this is just the first three issues, there’s more to come in the future.

Not that I trust the future of this comic when it starts with Roy getting drunk in the bed of his truck, outside, during a tornado warning.

It’s also important to note that in this universe he was never a heroin addict, rather an alcoholic, you know because additions are just interchangeable. So why did he fall of the wagon and get drunk in the back of his pick up? He felt uncomfortable. I’m not kidding, a water tower that vaguely looks like a “T” freaks him out. This water tower, that he had to pass several hundred that looked just like it, freaks him out so bad he says screw sobriety and gets drunk.

In the past when Roy fell off the wagon it was for reasons like the death of his daughter, or a trick from Deathstroke, never because he was scared for unknown reasons or vaguely uncomfortable. And most certainly not because of a water tower.

If Adnett wanted to bring up Roy’s addiction and have him fall off the wagon, there are so many better ways than this. For example in “The West Wing” one of the main characters, Leo, is an alcoholic. While trying to raise money for his friend’s campaign he’s in a room with several highly powerful politicians, who brought along some very expensive scotch. He’s forced to listen to them talk about how good the scotch is, on top of that it’s one of the last debates, and he needs the money for the rest of the campaign. It’s an extremely stressful situation and it’s not helped by the addition of liquor.

Adnett could have easily done something similar, introduce a stressful situation, add liquor, you have yourself a situation where Roy would need to call his counselor, who is Lilith in this universe.

But an interesting thing to note, Roy already had a meeting with Lilith scheduled and was on his way there when he decided “screw it”. On top of that he still decides to drive to the meeting, even though he’s drunk. The owner of the liquor store clearly didn’t mind him loitering, he couldn’t have stayed until he was sober? He couldn’t have rescheduled? He clearly had a phone that he had already used to call Lilith. There wasn’t an AA meeting somewhere in town that he could have gone to? He absolutely had to drive drunk, across country? If I’m supposed to feel sorry that he got thrown in the drunk tank and was almost charged with attempted murder, after attacking two cops, I don’t.

This comic also goes against cannon from both PreNu52 and Nu52, with lines like “…not his friends, when he had any.” Or this one here, my personal favorite “Roy doesn’t have demons, it’s the lack of them that scares him dumb.”       

Starting with the first quote here, in the PreNu52 there is a laundry list of people Roy had always considered his friends, even when he was in a bad place. And while yes they probably couldn’t completely understand what he was going through, he still had friends who cared about him. And in Nu52 hasn’t there been 2 different comics about his newfound, and out of character, friendship with Jason? On top of that in one of the first issues of “RHatO” when he’s talking to Starfire, he directly mentions the Titans. Also in the unpublished “Nightwing” comic, it clearly touches on his friendship with Dick.

The second line just proves to me that DC doesn’t care about proper characterization. Roy Harper is all about overcoming his demons. It’s one of his character traits. Here are just a few examples of his demons in the PreNu52:

And even more slimmed down than just the Nu52, this comic is about him facing his demons. For starters they’re clearly putting a focus on his addition, his plotline has to collide with the others so he’ll have to deal with that, then you have this scene:

As a closing note, for anyone who was wondering if Roy was raised on the reservation in this universe, I’m going to have to say he wasn’t considering when asked about his tattoos he couldn’t even remember their significates.

Because in the PreNu52 they didn’t have any personal significance to him at all.

Crossfire - Chapter Eighteen

Author: somemaycallmesunshine
Pairing: Young John!Michael x Prophet!Reader
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 16k
Warnings: violence, blood, gore, anxiety attacks, a ton of angst, swearing, changes in season 5’s plot

A/N: AHHH! You guys are the best people in the whole world. You totally make very day seem like a holiday and I love you guys so much. Parts of the episodes are weaved in through the plot with some changes for the sake of the storyline. (Visions as well as internal thoughts are in italics). Also, for the record, I’m sorry. I’m really, really, really sorry. Please don’t hate me *runs and hides*

Summary: Takes place during season 5. With the apocalypse at foot, Team Free Will and the reader are doing everything in their power to stop it. But when their plans take a wrong turn, the reader gets kidnapped by none other than their enemy, Michael the archangel

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Not just best friends anymore huh? ( Michael Clifford imagine)  WARNING: SMUT

Friend: A person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically exclusive of sexual or family relations.

 I really hate the word friend. It categorizes people, cutting off other options for relationships. I hate the word best friend even more. That word is like a solid, metal lock that can never be open. Who came up with the idea of friends and best friends? Yes the two terms prevent one from discovering the feeling of loneliness but there is so much to having one.

I had a friend named Michael Clifford. We met in the small cafe on the corner of Nicks St. The way we met was very simple and basic. I spilled my seven dollar latte on his white shirt, he reassured me that it was fine and bought me another, and we talked and went our separate ways. He was very sweet and gentle with me. But I guess that’s how your supposed to act when you meet someone for the first time.

 About a week later, I saw him in the same cafe on the corner of Nicks st. The only difference was his hair was a lilac color. Very beautiful I might add. I bought the same seven dollar coffee and sat in the same table I sat in every Saturday. Usually, I was alone but that day he just had to come over and be nice. He could have just left me alone you know? And then I wouldn’t be were I am now, all sad and depressed. Anyways, he sat in front of me, his green eyes meeting my basic brown ones.

 I remember exactly what he said too.

 "Hi.. I don’t know if you remember me but we met last week. You spilled your coffee on me.“

 "Oh yes. I remember you. Sorry about that again.”

 "No worries, love" He smiled that god damn sweet smile of his.

 "What’s your name?“ I questioned.

 "Michael. Your’s?”


"Such a pretty name for such a pretty girl.” He smiled a flirty smile.

That was the very beginning of our “Friendship”. The bond we had was crazy good. He and I talked about everything and for a while it felt good to know someone with the same weird interest in you.  Now of course we had our ups and downs but doesn’t every relationship?

 As time went on Michael was not that sweet guy I met in the coffee shop. He was this crazy rocker kid who loved playing the guitar, kicking my ass at FIFA, teasing me, and dying his damn hair. He was himself around me and I was myself around him. His friends kept calling me a girl version of him, minus the dying of the hair and playing the guitar of course.

 I’m sure if you read fan-fictions or other stories, you should know that once two people become one the level of best friends, which we were at the time, one person usually falls for the other. Let me tell you, it fucking sucks. And unfortunately, it was me who fell for him. I fell for my best friend and it was my biggest regret.

 Friends are meant to stay friend and best friends are just meant to stay best friends and nothing more.

 I remember how it all ended too. It was painful and it was the worst day of my life honestly.

  {Four Months Prior} 

 Michael’s red head had been resting peacefully on my lap as the two of us watched our favorite show, Grey’s Anatomy. It was really my favorite until he came in and found me watching it and became interested it. Now because we’ve seen so many seasons the both of us could probably do an open heart surgery with no errors.

 We were in the middle of the first episode of season 9. Michael was crying because Lexi, his favorite doctor, had just died from a plane wing covering most of her body. I was crying becuase I had thought Mark, MY favorite doctor was about to die but fortunately. 

 "Oh god, I loved her so much. She was my favorite.“

 "Oh screw her, Mark almost died! I knew something was wrong when he didn’t have a shit ton of cuts and scrapes.”

 "Oh fuck him! He screwed with my future wife.“

 "Yeah well, she’s dead, finally so whatever.” I patted my eyes with the soft tissue and handed the box over to Mikey, who gratefully took it.

 After a few more minutes we were both arguing over who was better and who really deserved to die. Finall,y the episode had ended and he turned off the TV, deciding we had done enough crying for the day.

 "You’re such a baby.“ He laughed.

 "Me?! You used half the damn box!” I threw it at him.

 "Ow! So what if i did you’re still a baby.“

 Without any warning I tackled him to the ground.

 "Who the baby now? ”  I smirked, pinning him down.

 In a matter of seconds he flipped us over so that his body was hovering mine.

 "You still are.“ He smiled a devious smile.

 For some reason my eyes wondered to his lips, wondering what it would be like to feel them with my own and my thoughts were answered.

 Mikey leaned forward placing his lips upon my own. My body was in shock but it didn’t take me long to respond to the kiss. He licked my bottom lip, asking for permission for his tongue to enter and I happily opened my mouth wider for him. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth. God, he tasted so fucking good. One of his hands slipped up my shirt, setting my skin on fire. I moaned in the kiss making him grip the flesh above my hipbone to relieve some of the built up pressure.

 I tugged on his shirt hoping he would take it off and he did, his lips finding mine again. He flipped us over once again so that I was straddling him. His large hands found their way to my ass and he squeezed it making me gasp. I could feel his boner through his jeans poking me through my shorts. I moved my hips a little grinding on him making him groan.

 "Fuck y/n. No teasing.” he whined, very, very needy.

 I smirked and nibbled on his earlobe making him shiver before kissing his jawline. I traced my lips down to his neck, leaving dark, purple hickeys. His moans were my only confidence boost. Of course I had sex before, but I had a feeling this time was going to be very different. I licked them, swirling my tongue around each mark, making him groan and get aggravated from my constant teasing.

 "No more.“ He growled. His body sat up picked me up, making me wrap my legs around his torso as he quickly walked to the bedroom.
 He opened the door and locked it behind him, before smashing his lips to mine again. He walked towards the bed, laying my body down. He hovered over me and kissed my neck and left larger and darker hickeys.

 "Mikey…” I moaned his name quietly.
 "I told you to stop teasing y/n.“ His voice deep and sexy. My panties were soaked already and I never wanted anymore more then I wanted him. His constant foreplay was making me frustrated. I just wanted him to take me right here, and right fucking now.

 He took off my tank top, revealing my black lace bra.
 "Holy shit.” he spoke quietly, staring at my cleavage before taking off my bra. He kissed both of my breast before taking my right nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it gently. His other hand trailed down my stomach and to my shorts. He slipped his hand inside and toyed with my clit making me jerk at the touch.

 The combination of his mouth and his fingers was delicious. I just wanted more and more of him. His name left my mouth in incoherent moans. He took my shorts and underwear off.

 "Look at how wet you are, baby.“ he smirked.

 "I’m sorry, please just stop teasing me Mikey.” I begged.

 "Ah ah ah, love, for the rest of the night, you will call me daddy you understand?“
 This boy was killing me. Everything in me wanted to say no but I needed to be dominated by him.

 "Okay daddy.”

“Good girl.” He spoke before laying his tongue flat against my core.

 I sucked in a harsh breath. I could feel him smirking against me. He gave my core a deep kiss before eating me out in the best possible way. Mikey pushed his tongue in and out of me multiple times making me arch my back from the great amount of pleasure. My hands pulled on his hair hard making him groan, sending vibrations up me.

 "Daddy! Oh fuck!“ I yelled, unable to contain my moans.  

I pushed his head in deeper, his hands grabbing my shaking thighs.
 With a few more skillful tricks from his tongue I came in his mouth, letting a sigh of relief leave my mouth.

"Baby girl, you taste so good.” He said. My head was spinning but he wasn’t done with me. 

 He removed his shorts and boxers and his large cock smacked his stomach. Holy fuck he was huge. Bigger anyone i’d ever seen.

“Like what you see baby?“ he cooed.

 "Yes… Very much.”

“I’m gonna make you moan so fucking loud tonight.” he growled before positioning at my core.
 The anticipation was killing me but thank god he wasted no time thrusting into me.

 "Oh my god, Michael! “ I yelled hoping to be punished for not calling him daddy.
 His hand went to my neck, tightening the grip a little.

 "I fucking told you to call me daddy didn’t I?” he said lowly.

 His thrust became faster and harder then before. He was being very rough with me and I can’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy it. I loved this side of him.

 "D-Daddy.. Fuck!“ my nails dug into his back I could tell he liked the pain becuase he made no effort to tell me to stop. 

 The faster he went the deeper my nails went in. He groaned in pain and pleasure. It was perfect, too perfect. His forehead was beaded with sweat just like his body. I wrapped my legs around his lower back making him fill me all the way up with him.

 The amount of pleasure that was shooting through my body was amazing. I had never felt anything like it before and i’m sure this feeling would only come if I was with him.

 The fire that had been building up in my stomach was letting me know that I was about to reach my high.

 "M.. Daddy.. I’m so c-close.”

 "Hold it baby girl.“ he demanded.

 I whimpered from under him, hoping he would be close soon because I didn’t know how much longer I could hold in.

 "Okay.. Let it go baby.”

 And with that another feeling of euphoria washed over me as I came around his large cock. I felt him release inside of me. It was so amazing.

 He pulled out making me whimper at the loss of him and lied next to me.


 "Wow is correct.” he smiled.

 "You know what this means right?“

 Oh no… He’s gonna end it with me isn’t he no more best friends no more fights over Grey’s, no more kicking my ass at FIFA or-

 "You’re mine now." 

 My eyes widened in shock. 

 "I’m what?” I chocked.

“You, y/n, are mine. There’s no way I’m letting another guy look at you after that.”

 "I love you.“ I spoke quietly, immediately covering my mouth.

 "You what?” He snapped his head towards me.

 "I didn’t say anything.“ Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit. I fucked up. This is it.

 "I love you too, y/n.”

 "You do?“ I questioned, clearly shocked.

 "I’ve loved you for a very long time, I just didn’t know how to tell you becuase of our agreement.”

 Oh yeah, a long time ago I told him we couldn’t ever get together because I didn’t want neither of us to get hurt if the other didn’t like the other back. It saved us pain but thank god he loves me too.

 {Current moment in time.}

 So remember how I said that was the worst day of my life, I kinda lied. What could possibly be better then living with a colorful headed boy who loves to sleep, eat, and have sex all of the time. I used to be scared to get with my best friend. I was so sure that we would tear apart if we got together but now? Now all I want to do is kiss him and tell him how much I love him. It’s amazing really. You should try it.