#I’m Shamp
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nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
Summary:
Komaeda is facing away from you, his broad shoulders are hunched uncomfortably and his head is bowed low down. You can see the full length of his spine, bumps protruding out from under his fragile skin. He’s shaking.
“Hey…” You start.
Komaeda turns his head and peers at you from over his shoulder, “Hello.”
AKA: You help Komaeda wash his hair, and then you have sex in the shower
Contains: AFAB Reader, Explicit Sexual Content, Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 4,097
Read on AO3
It’s early evening on Jabberwock island, and you are lounging on the couch, slowly flipping through the page of a book. The story isn't gripping you, but you are too stubborn to return it to the library before you finish it. It is still nice to have something to occupy yourself, because these days you don’t spend much time outside of your cottage.
The cottage that you share with Komaeda Nagito, specifically.
Roomsharing was something negotiated very early after the first set of people exited the Neo-World Program. You were among them, and voted in favour. Everyone was in a dire spot, emotions were high and danger was even higher. Staying in at least groups of two made sure that everyone was safe, or at least safer. So every new person to leave the program was quickly assigned a partner who would live with them in their cottage and follow them around outside.
Komaeda Nagito is your current charge, and he doesn’t go outside very often. So even a boring book helps to keep you occupied. Especially when Komaeda is absent.
He’s in the shower, he’s been in there for a while. You know that he is in even more emotional distress than usual, the hand that had been until recently attached to his left forearm was removed just a few days ago, and while Souda is working on a prosthetic, it’s not going to be ready for at least a month. It’s been hard for him.
Suddenly, you are pulled from your thoughts by a loud thud, followed by a gasp of shock. The sound of the water muffles almost everything, but you are sure that you can hear sobbing. Returning your book to the coffee table, you slowly make your way to the bathroom door and press your ear against it. Komaeda is crying. It's that horrible sort of crying too, where you are trying so hard to hold it back that your throat begins to ache.
Trying not to draw attention to it, you gently knock on the door, “Komaeda-san, are you okay? I thought I heard something fall.”
He sniffles, “I-I’m fine, you don’t need to worry.”
You slump against the door, you should have known that Komaeda wouldn't admit that he needs help so easily. Swallowing, you reply, “I’m here to help, Komaeda-san. Please, let me.”
“No I-” He’s cut off by a sob, and for a few moments all you can hear is crying and running water.
“What do you need? Please. ”
He sounds almost resigned when he replies, “I-I can’t get the shampoo open.” He laughs then, but it’s weak and ungenuine, “I’m as pathetic as ever, aren’t I?”
“No! No, you’re not I-” You lose your words, unsure how you can help from the other side of this door. Biting your lower lip, you hedge your bets, “Can I come in?”
The running water sounds louder than ever, making the absence of speech absolutely deafening. After what feels like an age, you hear a quiet, “Okay…”
The room is filled with steam when you open the door and gingerly step inside. Komaeda is facing away from you, his broad shoulders are hunched uncomfortably and his head is bowed low down. You can see the full length of his spine, bumps protruding out from under his fragile skin. He’s shaking.
“Hey…” You start.
Komaeda turns his head and peers at you from over his shoulder, “Hello.”
He looks a lot different like this, with his usual mass of curly hair clinging flat to his skull. It’s a lot longer when wet too, reaching an inch or so down past his shoulders. He turns his face away from you again and bends down to pick something up, you quickly realise he is now holding the bottle of shampoo out behind himself for you to come grab.
Shucking your sweater and leaving it on the towel rack to prevent it from getting wet, you step towards the shower stall, but before you are able to grab the handle and pull the door open, Komaeda laughs weakly.
“I apologise, for…subjecting you, to myself.” He breathes, he’s shaking again, “I hope you aren’t too disgusted.”
You pull the door open, and grab the bottle of shampoo from his quivering hand, “I’m not.” you reply, quickly unscrewing the cap and passing it back into his awaiting hand, “I’m not disgusted at all.”
Komaeda doesn’t offer a reply, but you do watch as he pours some of the shampoo onto the top of his head, and does his best to rub it in with only one available hand. There are a few moments where the remainder of his left arm lifts upward like he is still expecting there to be a hand there.
He starts sobbing again.
“Hey, it’s okay…” you say quickly, scrambling to think of what you can do to help, “Would it help if I did it for you? At least for tonight?”
He slowly turns his head again, droplets of water are caught in his pale eyelashes, “I couldn’t…I couldn’t ask you to do that for someone like me.”
“But would you let me?”
He laughs again, it’s a sad little sound, but when he smiles it seems almost real, “I would.”
That’s enough for you.
Komaeda doesn't turn away this time, instead watching almost transfixed as you start tugging off your clothes. It’s going to be awkward, but there is little sense in getting them wet. Komaeda does quickly turn his head when you are left standing there in only your bra and panties, and he steps a little closer to the wall to leave you enough room to slip in behind him.
The water is very warm. It almost burns. You wonder how he can stand it.
There isn’t much space in the shower, you are almost pressed up against him, but you ignore this and reach upward to tangle your fingers in his hair. It’s very thin but feels nice between your fingers as you gently encourage the shampoo into a lather. It’s chamomile scented, subtle and clean. A pleased noise escapes him when you put pressure on his temples, and another one when you press your thumbs in at the base of his skull. You watch as his shoulders finally start to relax, angling downward in a soft line as you massage his hair.
“Tilt your head back for me.” You whisper, so quietly that the falling water almost drowns out your voice.
Komaeda does as asked, his hair falling backwards over his shoulders in a river of white.
“Are your eyes closed?”
He hums in reply and allows you to slowly comb through his hair with your fingers, removing any of the remaining suds.
Your relationship with Komaeda has been strange ever since he woke up from the simulation. He doesn’t talk to you often and tries not to be around you much, despite you sharing a cottage. You can’t help wondering if it’s because he is trying to spare you the discomfort of his presence as he so often says, or if he might just…not like you very much. For all his posturing, you can tell that even Komaeda has his preferences, he and Tsumiki rarely get along, and while he is far more likely to get passive-aggressive than regular aggressive, it’s also pretty obvious that he has very little tolerance for Hanamura.
Even in those cases though, Komaeda always smiles. You have gotten quite good at reading the subtleties of that smile. Whether it has a sharper mocking edge, or if he is using it to hide lingering sadness underneath. Sometimes it’s genuine, but not very often. You wish you could see his real smile more, but he doesn’t smile around you much at all. Not even disingenuously.
You aren’t sure why.
Luckily his conditioner is on an easily reachable shelf, so you are able to grab it yourself. Pouring a little bit in your hand, you slowly rub it into his hair, it’s thin enough that he doesn’t need much of it. His hair usually looks so much thicker, but you suppose it’s just very curly and has very little actual weight to it.
There are only a few tangles when you comb through it again and Komaeda doesn’t make any acknowledgement of pain, but you are familiar enough with him to know that even if he did feel any, Komaeda wouldn’t dare let you know it.
“All done.” You breathe, letting his hair drop free from your hands.
For the first time, Komaeda turns entirely to face you. His hair is all combed backwards away from his face, leaving his eyes much more intense than usual. They’re a lot greener than you thought they were, and his lips are a lot pinker.
Water pools at his collarbones, where they arch out almost painfully from beneath his paper-thin skin. The slope of his neck is long and intimidating, even when he is hunched over like this Komaeda is much taller than you.
He stares down at you appraisingly, head tilted to the side as if he finds you endlessly curious, “Why?”
The energy between the two of you has shifted. You can feel it, there is a rising tension, a panicked desperation that you are both trying to keep at bay. It’s unexpected, but you are surprised to find that it is hardly unwelcome. It feels like your words are all caught at the back of your throat, so you have to swallow thickly before you are able to answer his question.
“Why, what?” you reply, near breathlessly.
Komaeda’s brow draws taught, he seems confused, “Ah, you see, I know very well that you drew the short straw when you were assigned to look after me out of everyone here.” he says quickly, factually, “I can only imagine how disappointed you must have been! So why even bother actually helping me?”
You frown, upset at how readily he assumes this about you, “You talk like this happened by chance.”
He barks a laugh, “Well, it must have! How else could someone be convinced to-”
“I asked! ”
He freezes, you can see his bare chest heaving with laboured breath, his tongue darts out to wet his lip and the water falling all around is the only sound you hear until, “You…asked?”
“I knew how difficult this would be for you. All of it, I mean.” you shrug one shoulder, trying to make this confession seem less momentous than it actually is, “I wanted to help you. So I asked to be assigned to you when you woke up.”
Komaeda’s expression twists into something that you are at first worried might be pain, and then he drops his head down, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“Don’t do this to me. You can’t care about me. You can’t .” He pleads, his breath warm on your skin.
You wrap one of your arms around him, heart racing as you do so, “What if I do?” you whisper, “What if I care about you more every single day, what then?”
He makes a strangled sound, and his hand grips tightly to your bare waist. It feels so large pressed against you, “I’ll do something I shouldn’t, I know it! Something selfish ” Another sob breaks loose from his throat, and he tugs you up against him. You become suddenly very aware of just how naked the two of you are, but it’s hardly at the forefront of your mind.
“Be selfish then.” You breathe, gently combing through his hair with your fingers, “You’re allowed that, just like everyone else.”
You feel him shake his head, aching sobs preventing him from speaking clearly, “I’m not , I’m not like everyone else, given the chance I would just take and take and take .” His shoulders shake with wheezing peals of laughter, “I have nothing to offer the others, nothing to offer the world, nothing to offer you .”
The fact that he separates you from not just the others, but the whole world, makes fireworks alight in your chest.
His hand moves from your waist to the small of your back, hugging you as tightly as he can with only one arm, still shivering with something trapped between laughter and sobs, “W-why- hahaha! Why should someone like me be allowed to take when I have nothing to give? It just- it doesn’t make sense! I don’t- I just-”
You push him backward by the shoulders, just enough that you can look him in the eyes. They are rimmed with red, and his cheeks are pink and blotchy. Your brows pull together, and you reach out to cup his cheek in your palm. His eyes dart to your hand, and then back to your face, you offer him a smile, “You don’t have to be useful to exist, you know? It’s alright to just be.” you gently rub your thumb over his prominent cheekbone, “and I, for one, am glad that you are here.”
His breathing grows heavier, and even amongst the falling water, you can still catch the tears running down his cheeks. Komaeda’s fingers press firm enough against your skin that it almost hurts, like he is trying to anchor himself to you. He sucks in a desperate mouthful of air, lips half open as if he needs to say something, anything .
Then, he finally breaks.
Komaeda surges forward, pressing his body full against yours and kissing you with indescribable desperation. His large hand digs into the wet hair at the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in tight. You gasp into his mouth, the hand you have on his cheek moving around to cradle the back of his head. He whimpers aloud at the feeling of your fingers in his hair, angling his head to the side for easier access to your mouth. It’s difficult to keep your moans in check when his lips open beneath yours, and it becomes impossible when he takes your lower lip in between his and gently sucks on it.
The two of you are a desperate mess, and with the hot water still raining down all around there is no reprieve from the unrelenting heat. Komaeda moves his hand to your hip, grasping tightly to your soft skin and doesn't so much push as he does guide you up against the glass wall of the shower. You gasp aloud, and he pulls away.
“We can stop.” He says quickly, so quickly that it comes out sounding like a single word.
“No.” You reply just as fast, wanting to ensure that he doesn't get a chance to doubt how much you need him, “The glass is cold and it surprised me, that’s all.”
He giggles a little, and the smile he gives you is so close to being truly genuine that it makes your heart ache, “Ah, my apologies, then.”
He doesn't immediately return to kissing you, instead rubbing gentle circles on your hip bone with his thumb. He watches the way his own fingers move across your skin, mesmerised by it, as if he can barely even comprehend how he is able to touch you, that his fingers don’t pass straight through. You don’t interrupt him, inside absorbing the way his brows pinch when he focuses, the depth of his eyes. The gentle movement of his thumb sends shivers through you, though it’s clear that he is now more curious than desperate.
“This is a terrible idea.” He whispers, “You know that, don’t you?”
Despite his words, he makes no move to release you. His hand still grips tightly to your bare hip, his actions fully betraying his words. Komaeda thinks he should stop, but he really doesn't want to.
You place your hand over where his rests, pressing it firmly against you, “I don’t think it’s a terrible idea.” you breathe, “Besides, what else could we possibly lose?”
He makes a choked noise in the back of his throat, like he wants to argue but can’t bring himself to. In the shaky moment between words, you slowly bring his hand up your side and over the dip of your waist, all the way up. Komaeda swallows thickly, breath quickening as you gently move his hand to your breast.
“Touch me.”
He moans then, a sound so needy that it almost sounds like a plea. His hand squeezes your breast and he buries his face in the side of your neck again, “S-Soft…” he whimpers against you, hand squeezing firmer this time, “So soft…”
You toss your head back in a moan of your own when you feel his lips latch onto the side of your throat. He’s moaning and huffing against you, sucking deep purple marks up the length of it. He repositions his hand a little so that he is able to circle your nipple with his thumb and that sends your hips immediately canting forward into his. Komaeda makes a desperate choked noise, and you can feel his arousal press firm against your lower belly.
Komaeda pulls back just a little, enough that he can see the constellation of bruises he has left on the side of your throat. He laughs a little, “Aha! You’re real , and I am here, doing this to you.”
His assertion at the reality of this moment only makes the warmth in your belly grow fiercer. You hook your leg up over his hip, and Komaeda instinctively tries to steady you with his left arm. He giggles to himself, peering down at where he has the remainder of his forearm tucked under your raised knee, “How lucky, that still worked.”
With the extra leverage, Komaeda rests his hand on the glass wall behind you and lifts your leg just enough for your sex to press against his. The sound he makes is nearly evangelical, a broken and passionate moan at the mere feeling of you against him.
You loop your arms around his shoulders for balance, glad that he doesn’t feel the need to hide his face in your shoulder again, because it means you get to watch him. His eyes squeeze shut, and he clenches his teeth together as he tenderly rocks his hips against yours. You mewl at the feeling, resting your head back on the cool glass behind you.
His eyes open, and he just stares at you. They’re greener towards the centre, rimmed with a shade so pale you could almost call it grey. His eyelashes are long and white, so close you could count them. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he is angelic . With hair clinging to him like a white veil, reaching all the way down to his collarbones, and the way his lips hang open with heavy breath.
“Please…” Is all you are able to say, one word filled with such desperation that Komaeda nearly shatters at the gravity of it.
He moves his hand down between the two of you, and lines himself up with your entrance. You release a stuttered little gasp when he brushes against you, and Komaeda shudders, “Ah…are you…are you sure? ”
You get the sense this is the last time he will ask.
“I’m sure.” You reply, and Komaeda leans down to rest his forehead against yours as he pushes himself forward. Your moans intermingle with the first inch, his more of a whine and yours more of a gasp. You move your hands to the back of his head, clutching tightly at his wet hair, breath coming hard and heavy as he inches in deep and deeper. When he bottoms out, Komaeda cries out, nearly sobbing .
“I-I…aha! I’m-” he can barely even bring himself to say it. You save him the trouble, tilting your head up and slanting your lips against his. Komaeda makes a shocked sound into your mouth, his hand quickly jumping up to cup your cheek in his palm. His lips are soft and wet and warm, you dart your tongue out to run across the seam of his mouth and he welcomes you gratefully. Despite his near panicked desperation, his tongue is gentle with yours, licking into your mouth like he is addicted to your taste.
You are still kissing him when he starts to move, and he swallows the desperate little gasps your release with each of his shaky thrusts. The water is starting to turn cold, the two of you have been in here for so long that the hot water is running out, it doesn’t matter. Komaeda’s hand moves down from your cheek to your chest, and he gently massages your breast while his tongue continues tangling with yours. Being this close to him, with him inside you, it’s suddenly impossible to imagine how you ever went without. You cling to him desperately, your blunt nails scratching at the nape of his neck and realise that you need him just as much as he needs you, if not even more.
He thrusts harder, deeper, and your mouth leaves his so you can release a throaty moan at the feeling of him hitting that perfect spot inside, “R-Right there…” You manage to stammer, head resting back against the glass behind you, “Please… please… ”
Komaeda whines, angling his hips in an attempt to hit the same spot again. He watches you, to make sure he’s doing it right, and he breaks out in a wide smile when your lips fall open in another shaky moan. There’s a perfect twisting of pleasure building inside you, growing more and more powerful with each of Komaeda’s movements.
You can’t help but focus on all the places he is touching you. On where his large hand grips your breast, on the feeling of his forearm tucked under your knee, and then when he ducks his head down once again, the sensation of his lips on the side of your throat. He is everywhere, and that thought just brings you closer and closer.
The water is still slowly cooling, and Komaeda huffs desperately against your neck, “I-I’m close…”
Even hearing that sends a bolt of pleasure straight between your thighs, “M-Me too.” You swallow thickly, “Don’t stop”
Komaeda breaks out in a bout of laughter, “Aha! I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.” he gently nips your neck, “You feel so good, do you know that?” he picks up the pace, moaning loudly against your skin, “Don’t you know what you are doing to me?”
You can’t even answer, head lolling back in ecstasy as you feel your arousal reaching a fever pitch. In a near stupor, you wrap both of your arms around his shoulders and tug him forward until his chest is pressed fully against your, desperate for him to be completely and impossibly close to you. Komaeda is trembling against you, his thrusts turning rhythmless and desperate, you can hear his quickening breath in your ear and with a warbling cry, you shatter .
You feel yourself go limp, only the wall behind you and Komaeda’s arm under your knee are keeping you upright. Your whole body feels loose and warm, but you still watch in adoration as Komaeda continues moving inside of you. His brow creasing, his teeth biting down on his lower lip and then with a howling broken cry, he tumbles over the edge.
He lets your leg drop, his face falling to rest on your shoulder as his breathing slows. A surprised gasp escapes you when he pulls out, almost aching from the loss of him. He doesn’t have anything to say, and neither do you, simply letting your fingers run through his hair as he comes back down.
You only have a moment to rest before the hot water disappears completely and both of you jump at the sudden cold. Komaeda quickly shuts the water off and turns back to you with a sleepy smile, “It appears we have used all the hot water.”
You laugh, “Yes, it does.”
He stands before you, his face soft and his smile finally finally genuine. You reach up and tuck some of his wet hair behind his ear, heart warming with something that might someday be love. You hope that you will be with him long enough to see that day.
“We should, ah, probably get out now.” He says almost sheepishly.
You smile, “Probably. Next time we should make sure not to waste so much water.”
Komaeda’s face is awash in surprise, but it quickly settles back into that perfectly tender smile, “Yes, next time.”
#komaeda x reader#nagito x reader#danganronpa x reader#nagito komaeda x reader#they be wasting water
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Hi wanted to know if you could do one for all the shelby men and what it would be like to date a black woman.
Love this! This is the first of many of these as I started writing one for Tommy & Michael and I’ll be sure to tag you in the others boo
She Is Pretty
John Shelby x black reader
Description: John find out Isaiah has a sister and suddenly, the thought of having a woman around doesn’t seem so bad.
Warning:  Smut. oral . Minors DO NOT engage 
As usual, I suck at descriptions & it’s not beta’d . I made the reader related to Isaiah since he is already integrated into the show since it was easier to integrate her into the show that way. Not necessarily canon either As I recently we watch season one and two so it fits
You had shown up with Isaiah, after your insistent begging for weeks, he had finally bought you along with him to the races. A place, though he was not necessarily welcomed, but with his status with the Peaky Blinders and Shelby‘s Mike Irenea could do a lot of things a lot of Black people couldn’t. Not only was your brother considered a peaky blinder, but the rest of the shamp Shelby family would be in attendance too. You be lying if you said you weren’t nervous, finally getting to meet them all having heard so much about them - really it was your eavesdropping. You had never officially met any of them before, outside of Tommy. You were 15 when your father went off to war. You hadn’t lived with your father in quite some time, your mother having taking you away when they split. Still, you wrote to both your father and brother often, and you insisted on spending the summers with your father. That all led up to today.
Upon your arrival John couldn’t take his eyes off of you as he noticed your arm linked with Isaiah as the two of you approached Tom. The dress you worn done little to cover the curves he could tell were meant to be hiding and he couldn’t help but let his eyes trace over your figure as he pictured all the things he could do to you.
“Ms. Jesus,” Tommy spoke being the first to notice you in there group that had gathered. “Nice of course you to finally join.”
Ms. Jesus? John frowned. Isaiah has a sister?
“Figure I’d see what all the fuss is about.” You replied with a smile at Tommy who had kissed the side of your head.
Christ. Your voice had John hard as a rock. The beauty that radiated from you was one thing but your voice was without a doubt the Caribbean accent you dorn that was so attractive to him. Course he heard a hint of it from Isaiah, Christ yours was a lot stronger and a lot more prominent and it sounded so incredibly sexy coming from you.
“Thank you for having me Mr Shelby.” You playfully rolled your eyes when he gave you a look. “Tommy.”
“Always welcome. If you’ll excuse me, i trust, your brother and mine to handle introductions while I step away for a bit.” He excused himself after receiving a tap on the shoulder.
As soon as Tommy walked away, John took that as his moment to slither in before anyone else could catch your attention.
“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” He tried to inhale discretely, completely captivated by the scent of her perfume. “I’m John.”
You look at his hand as he held it out, smiling at how chivalrous and tame he was attempting to be. A complete contrast to the stories you heard.
“Yes, Mr. Shelby I know. My brother speaks very highly of you and your family. As well as my father.” You placed your smaller hand in his. “Y/n Jesus.”
Bringing you hands to his lips he kissed it, lips lingering on the back of your hand, eyes never leaving yours. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but the way he was staring at you was a alluring. You swallowed trying to collect yourself as a certain warm coursed through your body stemming from the place his lips touched your skin. Slowly he released your hand and you brought it back down to your side.
“Thank you very much for allowing my brother and I to accompany you all today.” You breathed out, keeping the waiver out of your voice. “I know there aren’t many established places that allow us but-“ he scoffed.
“Do I look like a man, who gives a fuck what these people think?”
John knew he couldn’t imagine the things you may have faced, however he did have an inkling of what it was like to be disliked for something you could not change, him being a gypsy himself. Still having seen first hand how black people had been treated for such a thing he knew they didn’t compare. He hated that you could walk into place and be judged for the color of your skin. Without anyone knowing who you were on the inside. And boy did he want to know who you were on the inside.
“No, Mr. Shelby, you don’t.”
“Tell you what love. You need anything, you want anything, you let me know and I’ll get it for you, eh?”
“Come sister, the race is going to begin.” Isaiah interrupted, having seen the interaction between you too.
The last thing he wanted to be a witness to was John talk his way into your pants, older sister or hot.
With a gentle hold of your arm he began to steer you in the directions of where you’d be sitting, introducing you to some of the others as you pass by. Peering over your shoulder you offered John one last glance in a smile.
You weren’t sure how long the races went on for. You were too busy focused on making sure you didn’t get caught staring at John Shelby every opportunity you got the chance. However, the aforementioned had absolutely no problem staring at you as he did so shamelessly. He was John Shelby, after all and when he wanted something he got it, same as any of the other Shelby‘s.
Alas the races were finally over, with Graces Secret coming in first. The rest of the gentleman seem to be celebrating and carrying on loudly as usual as everyone stood in the stables. The only woman present being you, you didn’t want to make too many waves though you enjoyed seeing how excited everyone seemed to be at the moment. However rambunctious the bunch, the energy was simply pure. Blood or not them men surrounding the Shelby Family we were clearly like family to them, and it was refreshing to see.
You stood next to Curly who was tending to the horse as you couldn’t help but marvel at how beautiful it was. You could feel someone approaching and assuming it was Tommy you opened your mouth to congratulate him.
“Congrats again! It really is a lovely horse Tommy.”
“That she is.”You jump at the unfamiliar voice, peering over to see John Shelby standing neck to you an amused look on his face.
“Excuse me, mr Shelby.” You look down feeling heat rise to your cheeks. “ I mistook you for Thomas.”
��� what you wanted it to be my brother? Prefer his company eh?”
You eyed him momentarily before grinning, realizing that he was teasing noticing this smirk on his face.
“ Well that depends.” You challenged.
“On?” He stood up straighter, causally stepping closer to you and you turned to face hun completely.
“You.”
After a pregnant pause he nodded signaling you to go on.
“Well, Mr. Shelby-“
“John.” He corrected.
“John.” You said it slowly as of testing the name out before smiling softly. “Earlier you mentioned if I needed anything i need you get it for me”
“I meant it.” He confirmed and your heart to swelled.
“I did have a question if you don’t mind me asking.” You pressed on, not wanting to lose your nerve. “I was told your children need it looking after. I’m not sure he’ll be here long past the summer but I am available and I’m looking for work if you still needed someone.”
Nervously you bit your lip as John said nothing. The reason being he couldn’t tear his eyes away from that pretty mouth of yours. The one he could envision you doing very bad things with. The one he knew would make the prettiest fucking noises. The on he wanted to hear screaming his name.
“So, do you?” You repeated, effectively snapping John out of his trance.
“Hmm?”
“Still need someone?”
And that is how you ended up being the nanny for John Shelby‘s children. They weren’t bad, they needed structure, sure, but if anything in the children but will wait extremely well mannered. Well, the two oldest. The two youngest, the babes, were quite the handful initially. All in all, you had no trouble with them at all. Nothing out of the norm. He paid you handsomely. It did however surprise John how quickly the children had taken to you and you got them on a regular routine from bedtime from mornings to lessons to bedtime. This must’ve been that motherly and womanly touch Polly kept going on about. What he and his children have been missing and that would quickly turn his infatuation with you from lust to something more.
It started off seemingly innocent. At first he had arranged someone drive you home at the end of the day. Soon it turned into him driving you himself. He would accompany you and the children on walks, and even help you straighten up when he was present after the children had been put to bed. John had to gone out of his way to get you little gifts, one being fancy case of different spices and herbs once he found out you love to cook; you had stayed well after your relief came and John had to come home to you cooking dinner in his kitchen. It was definitely a sight that he wanted to come home to all the time. So he made an effort to show up at least once a day while you were present Monday through Friday.
Of course the attraction was mutual. Other than the few times you cooked him dinner, you found yourself asking him how his day went. Asking if he needed anything when he was present. You began arriving early, early enough to see him leave in the morning. Sometimes you’d make him lunch for him to take in the mornings. He complimented one of your fragrances once, saying how nice and soft it smelled, and you made sure to wear it nearly every day.
The two craved one another. You shared longing gazes, lingering touches, and finally, John decided to man up and kiss you. The energy between two was magnetic in there and the pool soon and I’ve had you leave in your house in the middle of the night and meeting John at the Garrison. Sometimes the two of you share a drink, other times well…
That was also the two of you found yourselves in the current scandalous position.
Your legs were propped on his shoulders, skirt hiked up to the waist, placing one hand on the desk to your left, the uselessly other grasping at the wall what balance for balance. But then grip John held onto your waist with was more than enough to keep you steady as he continued to devour you.
“Oh for fuck sakes!" you pant, Before leaning her head against the wall, biting your lip to keep from being too loud.
Head beneath you skirt, buried between your thighs, John flattens his tongue and guides his head up, sliding his tongue between your folds.
Your grinding into his mouth when suddenly you feel him envelope your clit in his mouth and sucking.
“Johnnnn” you were a whimpering mess and trying your best to keep from waking the children who should be up from their nap at any moment. You also didn’t want the maids to hear either, not that John particularly gave a fuck. He wouldn’t be satisfied until you came and he was able to lapse up every single drop and your juiced coated his face. You don’t know what it is he was doing with his tongue that made you gasp before as you felt that familiar tightening in your stomach wrap even tighter before a strong releasing washed over you. He lapse at your slick until you finally began to come down.
As you attempted to catch your breath he kissed your inner thighs a few times before removing each leg from his shoulders one at time, making sure you wouldn’t fall.
Soon as he stands up, he leaning down slightly his free hand to your cheek, pressing his lips against yours, you instantly melting into the kiss. As you make out, you feel John trying to sneakily turn you around.
“John we cant- the, the children-“ you stuttered out the reminder as you felt the bulge in his pants pressed into you from behind.
He huffs wrapping an arm around your waste and you lean back into him spent. He placed a few kisses on the side of your neck The other hand gently grabbing your throat.
“You fucking keep playing this game of cat and mouse‘s with me,” the hand on your waist traveled down to cup your mound. “and it’s really fucking doing my head in.”
You gasp when he pinches your clit.
“My patience will expire love, & I can’t promise you when it does, I’ll have mercy on that pretty pussy of yours.”
Kissing a trail from you lips, to jaw, your ear, he then whispered:
“And she is pretty.”

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The long awaited second half of my first fanfic!
This is the second half (Part 2 of 2) of “Truth and Love Revealed”, my fluffy Rocketshipping confession/first kiss fanfic. The first half worked as a standalone but I wanted to add more, and it turns out I’m a lot better at writing from Jessie’s POV. Or maybe I felt I could flesh it out more because I wasn’t trying to upload it on a Valentine’s Day deadline. Or both.
Side note, if anyone can walk me through how to use Ao3 (particularly the tagging system) I’d love to post both halves together there and reach more readers. I also want to add illustrations at some point.
Here it is:
The distant screech of a Dodrio woke Jessie shortly after sunrise. She kept her eyes closed--if that had been a dream, she didn’t want it to be over. And such a vivid dream, too--she thought she could still feel his arm around her shoulders, heavy and warm under the top of her sleeping bag...
Wait a minute.
Opening her eyes, at first all she could see was James’s sleeping face in front of her. His dark lashes brushed his cheeks, and the little wisp of hair he could never tame hung down, almost touching the pillowlike cushion of his sleeping bag. She could hear the faintest of snores; his mouth was slightly open, each breath making the hair that lay across his cheek flutter.
For once she let her guard down and allowed herself to fully appreciate just how beautiful he was. It ached, to think of him that way, when she knew her attempts at finding love always went wrong. And that he seemed reluctant, even scared of the idea of dating a girl.
A soft sound interrupted her conflicted state. James was mumbling indistinctly in his sleep, his lips moving slightly before settling as he went quiet again.
His lips...she could still remember what it had felt like to kiss him. No dream of hers had ever been that clear before, or focused on one sequence of events so long instead of dissolving from one scenario to the next. A tiny spark of hope lit in the back of Jessie’s mind in spite of herself.
And as she stared at his mouth, all soft and relaxed in sleep, she noticed the tiniest smudge of pink on his upper lip. It looked like lip gloss.
Her lip gloss.
It wasn’t a dream! She gasped and barely managed to keep from making some sudden sound that would have awakened James too abruptly, but he must have heard or felt something because the hand on her back moved a bit and his face twitched. The deep, rhythmic breathing faltered as his brilliant green eyes blinked sleepily, then he saw her and his face seemed to light up, those lips curving into a warm smile. “Good morning, Jess.”
She tried to speak and instead produced a sort of high pitched noise like a Pikachu might make if its mouth were covered. Instantly embarrassed, she yanked the corner of her sleeping bag over her head, hearing James trying not to laugh as he sat up.
“What was that for?” he asked, lifting the cloth away from her face. There was no teasing in his expression, just that wonderful soft smile she remembered from last night. When she had peeked through her eyelashes as he described everything he loved about her.
“It wasn’t a dream,” she replied. Half asking.
“Ohhhh...No, no it wasn’t.” He reached down and helped her into a sitting position on top of her sleeping bag, facing him.
“So…” her voice got fainter as she spoke. “Do you really…” Her mouth formed the words love me, silently.
Those gorgeous eyes looked straight into hers. “Yes.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
He met her eyes. Hesitating a bit, as if he too felt that all of this was almost too good to be true, he spoke. “I...I love you, Jessie.”
Tears trickled down her cheeks; she knew it would be clear from her expression that these were happy tears so she said nothing, only watched and listened as he repeated himself. Perhaps he was just as thrilled by the sound of the words as she was.
“Jessica, I love you. I’ve loved you for...so long. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say this.”
So her faint hopes and guesses had been true? Part of her wanted more proof.
Another part remembered that tiny pink smudge.
“Then kiss me.”
He blinked, looking surprised, then smiled. He didn’t say anything aloud, certainly nothing as bold or cliché as I thought you’d never ask, but his face said he really had been hoping, and not quite believing, that she would make such a request. She puckered her lips and leaned a little closer, waiting. At last, he reached for her, one hand gently cupping the back of her head and neck, the other over her shoulder, his palm warming her back. Slowly, carefully, tilting his head just enough not to bump noses, he fitted his lips against hers.
His kiss was no less passionate than hers had been last night, but he was so tender and gentle that it was an altogether different experience. This time, the feeling of warmth didn’t fizz--it flowed, slow and sweet like sugar syrup. She leaned a little closer to him, eyes closed, and felt his silky hair brush her face.
Too soon, he withdrew, the hand that had supported her head brushing lightly against her cheek as he sat up straight again. Jessie blinked, reeling from the overwhelming sensation.
“How was that?” he murmured, his beautiful green eyes shining softly.
She reached for him, clumsily. “More.”
He laughed, sounding delighted, and scooped her onto his lap instead. She was almost as tall as him, so she had to scrunch down to see more than the side of his head. They shifted until he sat cross-legged and she sat sideways in the space between his knees, leaning back against the arm he’d wrapped around her shoulders with her own arm around his.
Lowering her eyelashes but not fully closing her eyes, Jessie tilted her face up, lips slightly parted. James looked at her, grinned, then leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose, startling a giggle from her. He laughed along with her, then kissed her cheek. And her chin. And her other cheek. And her forehead just below the point of her hairline, so light and tickly that she almost forgot that wasn’t what she had asked him for...almost. The laughter in his eyes reminded her.
“Ja-ames,’ she complained with a playful pout.
“Oh, all right,” he said in the same exaggerated tone, trying not to smile and failing. This kiss was just as affectionate, and she returned it eagerly, wrapping her free hand around the back of his head like he’d done for her. Pressed close against him, she could feel the thump of his heart, quick and strong.
A familiar voice cut through the warm haze in her mind. “Were either of yous gonna tell me about this, or was I s’posed ta wake up to you smoochin’ right in front of me?”
James started and pulled away. He and Jessie twisted around to glare at Meowth--or at least Jessie glared. James just looked rather guilty.
“Is there something you want us to tell you?” Jessie asked, more than a little irritated at the interruption.
“Um. No. Wait, yes!” The little feline’s face brightened. “Who confessed first?”
“Uh—”
“Me.” James’s face flushed pink.
“Ha!” crowed Meowth. “Wobbuffet owes me!”
They had bets on us?! Jessie made to move, but James squeezed her shoulder, urging her with his eyes to relax. She sighed and stayed put, but couldn’t resist saying, “Just so you know, fuzz head, I kissed him first. In case that evens your wager.”
She could feel James laughing silently as Meowth sputtered angrily and stopped digging in their bags for Wobbuffet’s Pokeball. “Hmph. At least I can tell ‘im I found out your secret first.” That thought seemed to cheer him, and he chortled to himself as he began packing away their small camp.
James must have recognized that Jessie was still annoyed, and seemed to be trying to distract her. He stroked her cheek lightly, and in spite of herself she leaned into it, squinting her eyes shut, savoring the gentle touch. He chuckled.
“What?”
Inclining his head toward Meowth, James replied, “I’ve seen him make the same face when someone pets him.” The amusement in his voice faded into mild curiosity as she moved her head slightly to stay in contact with his hand. “You’re touch-starved, aren’t you?”
“Mnph.” It made her sound vulnerable, put that way. And yet there was a part of her that did crave the simple feeling of contact, from the firm, reassuring pressure of his hugs to the delicate brush of his fingertips on her bare skin. It was hard to tell whether or not that came from her feelings for James specifically, but maybe he was right.
He had withdrawn his hand, looking concerned. “I didn’t mean you should stop,” she muttered, half reaching for his hand before he rested it on her cheek again.
That got even more of a laugh. “Just like Meowth.”
“Tell her all my embarrassin’ feline habits, why don’t you?” came the complaint.
“Says the cat who wouldn’t shut up about discovering our secret, when we weren’t even trying to keep it a secret. And besides, I know about ‘em al...ready…” Jessie would have said more, but James had started tracing her hairline with the tip of one finger, then sliding the side of his hand along her jaw. It tickled but in a very good way.
Delicious shivers ran up and down her spine, multiplying as he traced the curve of her ear. Her eyelids fluttered, and she felt as if she were melting into his arms. Maybe it wasn’t just touch she had “starved” for, she realized. Maybe it was affection, or the feeling that someone else cared deeply about her and found genuine joy in knowing she was happy. When James switched from caressing her face to running his hands through her long hair, Jessie let out a contented sigh and buried her face in the side of his neck.
In stories, the love interests always smelled like some poetic and improbable combination of scents. All Jessie could smell with her nose just above his jacket collar and his hair tickling her closed eyelids was a slight hint of sweat, too faint to be unpleasant, and something else, something sweet and distinctly floral…
She inhaled slowly. Roses. Of course. Either he used some sort of scented shampoo or the aroma of the flowers themselves lingered in his hair. Maybe both.
“Jess?”
She lifted her head to smile up at him. “I love you, James.”
He cuddled her close. “I love you too.”
They sat like that a while longer, until James broke the silence again.
“So,” he said, sounding suddenly shy. “Will you...will you be my—”
“Your girlfriend?” she asked with the same hesitancy, hardly daring to believe what was happening.
He squeezed her shoulder gently. “I was going to say ‘my sweetheart’, but sure.”
“Oh—”
Her throat was too tight to answer him. She nodded vigorously, hair bouncing behind her, and leaned in to kiss him but found that she couldn’t stop herself from smiling. Instead she nuzzled his cheek with her nose and hugged him tighter and was finally able to whisper, right in his ear: “Yes.” She swallowed hard, not wanting to cry again. “Yes, I’ll be your sweetheart.”
If he had been standing up, she suspected, James probably would have lifted her off her feet and spun her around, so happy he looked—and then sounded, as he replied; “Then I’ll be yours.”
They had things to do, surely. Traps to set, plans to make. Meowth was already grumbling somewhere nearby about “love-boids wasting time”. But it could all wait, Jessie reasoned, if it meant she could stay in her sweetheart’s arms just a little longer.
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For The Cause
Alive, part one
18+, language, violence, talk of death, slight blood, mentions of !suicide, mention of suicidal!thoughts, angst, anger, sadness, injuries, sexual tension, just a whole lot of angry Poe and his sad wife but I promise it gets better, 2.6k words
Disclaimer: This is in no way meant to imply that sex fixes things. It’s just a head canon that I’ve had for awhile and wanted to write out.
If you or someone you know is struggling with suicidal thoughts and depression please know you are not alone and this is a safe space to talk. ILY.
“FUCK!” Poe Dameron’s deep voice makes you flinch as it comes through the headset. You yank up on the controls of your X-Wing, doing your best to fly up and over the explosion in front of you. The Tie Fighter didn’t have a chance against your aim, but Poe’s string of expletives make you crane your neck around, trying to find out what he’s yelling about. You finally catch sight of him, swerving in and out of the asteroid field.
He’s on fucking fire, is all you can think as you punch the joystick forward, praying under your breath that you can cover him before his left thruster blows. His stubbornness makes you grit your teeth as he continues shooting at the Fighter he’s following instead of getting the hell out of your way and getting to safety. Someone whoops through the headset and you see another explosion to your right. Pushing it out of your mind, you force your X-Wing forward, grunting under the turbulence as you blast through the asteroid field, almost slamming into his flaming starship.
“Poe, get the fuck out of my way!” You don’t even bother trying to use his call sign, your only focus on covering his ass long enough so he can circle back to the base. From your count, there’s two more Tie Fighters that you and Red-Six can cover on your own.
The ship whines, jolting underneath you, just as you lock on to one of the two Fighters. A few seconds later, it’s being blown apart by your canons. Vaguely, you hear him yelling your name over the coms as you circle around to aid Red-Six. But all too suddenly, right before she lands a shot on the Fighter you’re both aiming at, your X-Wing starts screeching. The system emits a god awful noise as you frantically look around, trying to figure out what’s blown or damaged.
“It’s cleared, head back, now,” his frantic voice bursts through the headset again and the pilots swoop up and out of all the debris, beelining it to the landing pad on the planet below. The joystick jolts in your hands as you try to fly steady, the screeching continuing to echo through the cockpit. You see smoke billowing around you and finally realize the damage is to one of your engines.
By the grace of the Maker, you’re able to roughly land right before it shudders and explodes on the side. Your X-Wing rocks, the blast making your ear drums ring as you’re knocked against the glass. There’s a lot of yelling below you on the ground, but it sounds muffled as the canopy slides open and someone grabs you, throwing you over their shoulder and scrambling down the ladder before your ship get soaked in fire retardant. You groan, immediately thinking of how annoying it will be to clean it tomorrow. Whoever’s holding you slowly sets you down on your feet, supporting you when your knees buckle from the pain that shoots through your head. Blinking your eyes open, you look up at Red-Ten as he towers over you. His lips are moving, but you can’t coherently hear him so you just squint up at him and shake your head. With shaky hands, you reach up and remove your helmet, holding it to your chest as he continues speaking garbled noises.
You jump when a helmet hits the concrete near you and look up with wide eyes to see Poe screaming at Red-Six, pointing towards you. He’s red in the face, chest heaving as he berates the woman. She doesn’t say anything, just crosses her arms over her chest and sways her weight between her feet. As General Organa hastily approaches, pushing through the throng of people now watching, your hearing starts to come back in bits and pieces.
“Black-Leader, you … scream … fellow pilot … way. If … something too … civilized for Maker’s sake… not her fault, nor … Three’s. That Tie … have shot any … out of the sky … it hadn’t … for Red-Six … have made it back … off … high horse and … wife for being smart … cover you,” she jabs Poe in the chest with her finger, “before risking … for … pilots.”
Red-Ten’s large fingers snapping together in front of your face draws you back to the man in front of you and you look up at him once more.
“… Three … hear me?”
Your voice sounds garbled as you try to answer him back, “Y-yeah. Little bit.” He nods sharply, wrapping a large hand around your elbow and leading you inside the base towards the medical bay. You stretch to look back at Poe and he meets your eyes finally as General Organa continues to reprimand him. His gaze softens when he sees you’re walking on your own right before the doors close behind you.
Thirty minutes later, the Bacta spray has restored your hearing and cured the throbbing headache you had. You’re still sitting on a bed in the medical bay, one of the nurses fussing over your chart as you try to get her to discharge you. “I promise I’m fine,” you huff out, crossing your arms sternly as she tries to prod your chest with her stethoscope. “Can I please leave? I just want to shower and get the blood out of my hair. I already said I’m fine.”
The nurse grumbles at you in another language and you scoff, gently pushing her away from you and hopping of the bed. She finally leaves, mumbling some more. You tightly tie the arms of your flight suit around your waist before slipping back into your boots. Looking around, you make sure she’s actually gone before glancing over your chart to make sure you’re actually fine. Seeing nothing that should raise alarm, you quickly exit the bay and stomp down the hall towards the Officer’s showers.
General Organa stops you before you get there and you snap to attention, your helmet clunking against your knee in your haste. You do your best not to cringe. She waves you off quickly, “At ease, Sergeant. I wanted to catch you before meal time, I’m sure you’ll have a line of people lining up to buy you drinks.” Relaxing a tiny bit, you shift on your feet, waiting for her to go on. “Your flying today was phenomenal. Even with all of the damage, no one was lost today, and that’s a small win, but a win all the same.” She pauses again, before reaching out to gently touch your arm, “I wanted to personally ask if you’re okay, seeing Commander Dameron catch fire before almost exploding yourself… can’t be easy.”
You chuckle humorlessly, appreciating the woman in front of you. You can see the fondness in her eyes, and you hope she can see the same in yours. “Ma’am, I think I did explode.”
She laughs, a light sound that bounces off the walls, so opposite of the noises that are usually on the base, “That you did. Thank you for your fearlessness, Sergeant. The Resistance is lucky to have you.” You smile at her as she waves you off before turning to leave, signaling not to salute her. “I hope to see you at dinner, if you aren’t too distracted before hand,” she calls over her shoulder, heading back down the hallway. Her comment makes you blush as you hastily turn to continue the trek towards the showers.
It’s already humid and the steams rolls through the locker room as you step inside. You faintly hear water running and soft humming, but you ignore it as you spin the lock on your locker before yanking it open. Stepping out of your boots, you kick them inside, the dull clunk echoing before untying the orange sleeves at your waist. You push the thick fabric the rest of the way down, slipping it down your legs before shoving it into the metal cubby as well. It’s quickly followed by your undershirt and shorts, and then your undergarments. Grabbing your towel and shower bag, you close it and pad towards the right side of the showers, not bothering to check who’s on the left. It’s empty save for you and whoever it is. While you wait for the water to warm up, the person leaves and you hear the faint clunk of the locker opening and closing before the main door.
The hot water feels heavenly against your soot stained skin, and you watch as the blood from your hair swirls with the water in the drain. Once it’s clear, you just lean into the stream and close your eyes, the steam billowing around you. The door opens again and a few moments later, someone pads into the showers.
“I swear to the Maker, woman. You’ll kill me before anyone from the First Order does.” Poe’s hands grip your hips tightly enough to leave bruises, but you keep your eyes closed as he berates you for the stunt you pulled, “You could’ve been killed. You can’t always put your life on the line for everyone else. You can’t fly into every situation full throttle without thinking. Even if it’s me you’re flying towards. What if Red-Six hadn’t of shot that Tie Fighter when she did? What if they would’ve gotten another shot off?”
“But they didn’t,” you say quietly, your eyes still closed.
“They didn’t this time. But you can’t do this in every fight. The Resistance can’t lose you. I can’t lose you.” His voice breaks at the end, but his grip stays firm on your hips as you open your eyes, blinking up at him.
“You won’t,” you whisper as you reach up to cup his cheek.
“You can’t keep doing this. It’s like you have no care for your own life. ” Poe’s voice is low, so low you can practically hear the way it rumbles through his chest. Your retort dies on your tongue as he rips himself away from you when the door opens again. He quickly and silently pads to other side of the showers and turns one on, stepping under the stream. You watch as his shoulders heave, his tension visible in the way he holds himself.
One of the ground control crew members enters the shower next to you, flicking you an easy salute and you nod, hastily grabbing your shampoo and scrubbing your hair. You wash your body quickly and turn the shower off, grumpily padding back to the locker with your towel wrapped around you. Not bothering to grab any of your stuff, you slam the door and practically run to yours and Poe’s quarters. You hastily pull on underwear, thick black pants and a t-shirt, forgoing a bra. Light leather boots follow your socks, and then you shrug on a leather jacket and comb your fingers through your short hair, smoothing it down so it doesn’t dry oddly.
Just as you’re about to exit the room, the door slides open and Poe looms over you. He isn’t very tall compared to many of the men in the Resistance, but he dwarfs your small frame easily as he slowly steps in the room, slamming his palm onto the keypad to shut and lock the door behind him. You slide your eyes down his chest, noticing how his other hand is fisted into the towel at his waist, holding it in place. Taking a step back, you don’t meet his eyes.
“Where are you going?” His voice breaks the silence and the low tone of it makes you finally realized how pissed he is.
You finally raise your eyes to meet his, “The tarmac.” Poe’s jaw tenses, the muscle in his cheek jumping as he glares at you.
“No.”
“No?” You scoff, reeling back from him as he takes a step closer.
“I said, no. We’re talking about this.”
“Talking about what, Dameron?”
“Do not Dameron me. I’m not going to keep letting you endanger yourself and I will report you if you don’t talk to me about what the fuck is happening,” he pokes at your chest, stepping forward again. You step back again, the backs of your thighs hitting the bed.
“I did my job. That’s all,” you glare back at him, gritting your teeth.
He almost growls, his eyes flashing with anger, “Your job is not to almost kill yourself trying to play the hero.”
“Oh that’s rich coming from you, Poe.”
He blanches at that, blinking down at you. “This isn’t the same,” he mumbles.
“It’s exactly the same and you know it. Before you married me, you did the same thing. You always threw yourself headfirst into it, not caring if it killed you. It’s my turn not to care!” You yell the last part at him, balling your shaking hands into fist at your sides. Blinking tears from your eyes, you bite back a sob as you sink down onto the bed. He immediately comes forward, sinking to his knees in front of you and reaching out to cup your face, tugging gently until you look at him.
“Please, please talk to me,” he whispers, the pads of his thumbs swiping away the tears on your face.
“We’re losing. We’re losing and there’s nothing I can do. I can’t save them, I can’t save us,” you shudder, gasping for air as you sob.
He pulls you into him, tucking your head into his shoulder as he holds you on his knees, “It’s not your job to save everyone. We all signed up for this. We all are prepared to give our lives, but you can’t try to commit suicide for the cause. That isn’t how this works.”
“I don’t know if I can do this anymore, Poe.” Your voice is barely more than a whisper, but it reverberates through his mind and he stills, holding you to him and holding his breath. Finally, you speak in the silence, “I don’t want to die.”
Pulling back, he cradles your face in his large hands, searching your eyes, “I won’t let you.”
Your next move takes him by surprise, though it shouldn’t because he knows you deal with your raw emotions in the same way he does. You surge forward, kissing him and pulling him towards you by tangling your fingers in his curls. Whispering against his lips, your words make him immediately sag in relief, “I don’t fucking want to die. I’m not trying to die, Poe.”
He kisses you back then, his hands roaming up and down your body, trying to pull you into to him. Poe’s tongue drags across your bottom lip, prodding at you to let him inside, your tongues tangling when your lips finally part. His large hands pull you to the edge of the bed as he kneels between your thighs, both of you just touching each other, like you can’t believe you’re back in your room, alive and unscathed after the close calls just an hour ago. You sigh against him as you taste him -
And then someone knocks on the door. You jump away from him, a hint of a smile in your voice when you yell, “For fuck’s sake leave us alone!”
He chuckles when he hears Finn’s voice from the other side, “If you don’t come to dinner, you’ll never hear the end of it from the squadron.” His boots thud quietly as he walks away and you fling your body down dramatically onto the bed, huffing.
Poe drags his hands down your thighs before standing, “This isn’t over.” He winks before turning to get dressed, his smile reminding you just how badly you want to stay alive and experience life with him as your husband.
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An impromptu Valentine's Day dinner in the breakroom just to be with the one you love? What can be more romantic! Clexa would know 😏💗✨
Paradise is Where I’m With You
ship: clexa
writer: shamp
Clarke and Lexa have Valentine's Day plans ...but Clarke gets called into work. Determined to make it work, Lexa enlists the help of Clarke's co-workers to plan the most romantic possible valentines dinner in the breakroom.
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⋆꒰̩̥- ♡ -꒱̩̥⋆ mornings. raihan x reader . . .
୨୧⋆─┈ nsfw hinted // word count: 536 words ♡
the clouds shifted and i was blinded by the sun’s beam, groaning in response before finally sitting up. i check my rotom phone.
[ 7:49AM ]
you have a new text message!
from raihan♡: good morning beautiful, i went out for some quick training. i’ll be back soon, i love you.
i smile, tossing the phone back on the bed before getting ready for the day. i head out the bedroom to see yamper run towards me at full speed, stopping at my feet to snuggle. i squat down to pat him on the head and he follows me to the kitchen.
“raihan didn’t eat his breakfast now did he?” i ask yamper and he shakes his head angrily. i sigh before walking over to the fridge for some eggs, milk and some butter and the pantry for flour and sugar
“dumbass.. he’s gonna come back complaining about how hungry he was during training” i mutter under my breath and start making the batter, adding it to the pan
almost as if on queue, the moment i close the oven door. i hear the keys jiggle and hear the familiar phrase
“dude i’m starving, i wonder if y/n made breakfast” raihan says, shoving his keys back into his jacket pocket. i chuckle, walking over and wrapping my arms around his neck
“of course i did, can’t be letting galar’s strongest gym leader starve after his training right?” i laugh before planting a kiss on his cheek “welcome back”
“what did you make today?” he asks, walking to the kitchen after returning the kiss. “oh, dutch pancakes! nice! we haven’t had those in a while” before i could even say anything, he turns to me and grabs me by my hips and places me on the counter
“now how did i get so lucky to get such a trainer who’s not only gorgeous and talented but also such a good cook?” he asks, his hands resting beside my thighs and immediately the blood rushes to my cheeks.
we both don’t get days off like this very often. raihan is busy with his gym and being champion has kept me busy. i zone out and kept quiet, appreciating even the little moments like this that i share with raihan. i smile at him before leaning into his ear.
“i didn’t say this earlier but you really do smell, go take a shower and the food will be ready” i hop off the counter and back into the bedroom, leaving raihan stunned.
once he’s in the shower, i change into a lingerie set that sonia bought for me the other day while we were out shopping. i look in the mirror and smile, yamper jumps off the bed and barks, telling me he likes it.
the shower stops running and the door clicks open, revealing raihan with just a towel wrapped around his waist. i turn around.
“hey princess, we’re out of shamp-oh” he trails off, dropping the empty shampoo bottle, eyes never leaving my body. “yeah, that can wait. you? come here right now”
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silla i love u but that monkey wii animal is so ugly ummm anyways so today um i got this makeup thing like an eyeliner stamp and it's like shamped like a star a star stamp it's it is very cute and i was feeling like pure shit absolute bollucks but i convinced myself yaay bathing is so fun whenever i get sad and can't do stuff i try to force myself like it's a youtube challenge like laundry challenge that 1 usually doesn't get done or like a party like eating lunch party
NOT THE MONKEY WII ANIMAL ARE U KIDDING... it’s so cute 🥺 they all are 🥺 but i’m just gonna ignore that bit because you telling me about your day made me so happy and my heart is currently doing somersaults!! literally all the good things make me so happy bae and i want to give your dog a kith and you too!!! BUT ALSO UM WOW parasyte?? i want to get into it sooo bad but i’m kind of scared also i hear a lot about devilman crybaby but i’m probs too for that BYE 😭 also also also what did you paint!!! i use too much paint too and then i get annoyed whenever i have to go get more as if i didn’t cause this problem for myself HHH
#bye this made me happy save for the monkey part because wii party monkey is my baby#but you having a good day makes me happy#MUAH MUAH thousand kisses for you baby#✉️ love letters
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I love your curls! I have 3a curls and I honestly don’t know what products to use. I’m Puerto Rican on my dads but my moms side is Mexican and they habitually straightened my hair up until middle school 💔do you do anything with a diffuser or any curl products? I usually put it in a bun overnight to hold curl but I can’t get volume after. Tysm!
Ok cool! Yeah! My mom straightened my hair to shit when I was young. There are like no pics of me as a girl with my natural hair. Kinda sad. Sorry our culture can hate themselves sometimes. Glad the cycle is breaking.
I don’t use a diffuser. I have one. I guess if I was in a rush I would. I usually take a shower before bed, wrap in this overnight towel thing I found here: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07536W814/ref=ppx_od_dt_b_asin_title_s04?ie=UTF8&psc=1 Then wake up to it being dried for the most part!
My hair can be super dry without some product. Sometimes I don’t have to use it. It’s weird. In the morning, I’ll take the dry hair and section it into fours while running curl pudding through each section: PALMER’S COCONUT OIL (swear by the entire line, shamp, cond, etc. you can find it anywhere p much) I let that settle in and my hair eats that shid up. It’s like the only line I’ve found that doesn’t make me look crazy lol super cheap too!
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I heard the the Lord say, “Son, there is a key I’m handing to my faithful ones in this hour. The key is called flow. It’s the key to the secret place of receiving from me. Get in my flow and flow with me! You will not fail when you flow with me to see my glory. The key called flow unlocks the fuller measure of the glory and hidden treasures from above. Watch and see what I will do with you as you let me flow. With this key the river will flow, revelation will flow, visions will flow, miracles will flow, healing will flow, revival will flow, victory will flow everywhere you go. For this is the hour for my sons and daughters to take ahold of this key and FLOW with me!” -Prophet Charlie Shamp https://www.instagram.com/p/CEwdw9DDOtM/?igshid=yu4ncl1uac3t
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Always ready to level up. ⭐🍄 * * Hair @lusbrands Love Ur Curls for Curly Hair shamp, cond, all in 1. Scrunched with KIN HG Oil. * * Mario bodysuit from Amazon, the cute Toad "clutch" is actually a lunch bag from Walmart, but I'm workin it! Heels from Amazon. * * #supermariobros #supermario #nintendo #gamer #gamergirls #red #redlips #latinas #curlyhaircuts #curlyhairkillas #curlyhairstyles #curlyhairproducts #rizos #denim #styleinspo #styleblogger #fashion #ootd #cuteoutfits #curlycommunity #naturalhair #transitioningcurlyhair #influencers #youtubers #amazoninfluencer #amazonfinds #amazoninfluencerprogram #curls #mario #style (at Connecticut) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEsMBA8Fzp-/?igshid=xsn70xgabjz
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Series Jin, Chapter One
I’ve decided there will be a series for each member and I’ll probably work on each member at the same time instead of just waiting until I feel like stopping with one member and all that. So basically they’ll be tagged as whatever series it is, for example “Series Jin” or “Series Namjoon” rather than 1, 2, 3 etc, it will be easier to filter those so you can read one series at a time. Anyways, we’re starting off with Jin because he’s my bias! Next up will be Namjoon and we’ll see after that! Feedback is always appreciated and please don’t be afraid to message me about anything involved with the series or just me personally idc. I’m super happy that so many people liked the prologue like, honestly, I thought 15 notes was gonna be about it but last I checked it was like 90? Like, seriously thank you guys <3
Prologue
Word count: 2277
Warnings: Mild language
Series Jin, Chapter One
Jin’s POV
I’m beginning to worry now. She slept all afternoon yesterday, all night, and it was nearing 8 A.M. today. Hoseok told me she would probably sleep a lot but it was beginning to seem like she wasn’t going to wake up. I knew she would, she did yesterday for a few minutes when I was trying to change her clothes. Well, they were more like rags than clothes. She needed to be out of them and she was unconscious so I figured it would be okay to strip her and get her into fresh clothes. I was not, however, counting on her trying to kick me while I was taking her pants off. She was too weak to put up too much of a fight but she almost got me in the face before she fell asleep again.
Namjoon told me I should get some rest but I couldn’t leave her. He hadn’t found his mate yet so he didn’t quite understand the bond. Actually, none of my brothers were mated yet, I was the first of pack. I never really cared too much about the whole mate thing. Some wolves go out of their way to meet as many people as possible to try and meet their mates. I figured fate would bring us together. I wasn’t expecting to find her where we did, but I already forgot how it felt to be without her. She was beautiful, even covered in bruises and cuts.
My bedroom door opened and Namjoon peeked his head through the opening. “So, I uh, tried to make breakfast, something went wrong and uh, the stove is kind of broken…” I kind of appreciated him trying to make food but we all know he can’t cook for shit. He also can’t go a day without breaking something.
“Alright I’ll be down in a minute, I just want to make sure she’s okay.” Gesturing towards my bed, hoping that she would wake up before I left her.
“Seokjin, she’s going to be fine. Besides, it might be better for her to wake up without some werewolf looking at her like she’s a piece of meat.” My jokes were definitely better than his.
Shaking my head at the alpha, I turned back to my mate as the door clicked closed behind me. I brushed her hair from her face for about the sixth time today, picked up her hand and traced the lines on her palm. I hoped my touch would wake her but her mind was still far away from me.
Y/N’s POV
I know I have to work today but I just want another five minutes in my bed. Five more minutes in the warmth before my feet touch that awful cold vinyl floor in my bedroom. Without opening my eyes, I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow. It smelled like my kiwi apple shamp-my eyes flew open when I realized it smelled like a man. A very good smelling man, but that’s not the point.
“I must have gotten drunk last night and gone home with someone.” Judging by the sweaters and jackets hanging around the room, it must have belonged to a man. You didn’t see or hear him though.
You couldn’t find your phone in the bed or on the nightstand, but while you were looking around you realized you weren’t wearing your own clothes. Your bra and panties were gone and you were dressed in only sweatpants and a t-shirt, both of which were too big for you and the shirt smelled just like the pillow.
Hoping you could escape without having to see the man you’d gone home with, you crawled out of bed and made your way to the door, hoping it wouldn’t make noise when you opened it.
It squeaked open a bit, but it wasn’t loud enough to for anyone but you to hear. You must have been black out drunk last night because you couldn’t even remember the house or how to get out of it. There were stairs to your right and what looked like more bedroom doors to the left.
Just as you had taken a step towards the stairs, someone came running up them. He stopped at the top and…growled? It sounded like a growl anyway. He looked to be about your age, he was on the taller side and had broad shoulders. When your eyes landed on his face you froze, the events of the past year and a half invading your thoughts, reminding you that the creature in front of you was not a man. He was a werewolf.
Jin’s POV
It had taken me an hour and a half to fix the mess Namjoon had made in the kitchen. The burner on the stove had come off so that was an easy fix. He had ingredients covering every inch of counter space and the table had five bowls with...well I’m not entirely sure what the hell was actually in them. I cleaned up and made a relatively simple breakfast, it would be lunch time soon anyway. The entire time I felt uncomfortable. Not the embarrassed kind of uncomfortable, but the kind where you feel like something bad is going to happen. Namjoon said his father felt that way whenever he had to leave his mother for pack meets or when he shifted. I knew she was just upstairs but I hated being even that far away from her.
I finally got everyone to the table to eat, letting the fix their own plates I sat down with my own. Jungkook and Jimin got into an argument over sausage and bacon and which was better for breakfast. Yoongi was silent as usual and Namjoon, Hoseok, and Taehyung were talking about the upcoming pack meet. I sat mostly in silence, adding to the conversations when called upon. No one brought up (Y/N) for which I was thankful.
I thought I heard something from upstairs but I brushed it off as me being paranoid and continued eating. Yoongi, however, had stopped eating and sat straight up, shushing everyone else at the table. I didn’t have to strain to hear it this time, footsteps. Someone was in my room. Someone was in my room with my mate.
I was already halfway up the stairs before I heard Namjoon say “Seokjin wait! You’ll scare her!” Wait for what? For someone to hurt my mate again? Not a snowflakes chance in hell.
A snarl tore from my lips when I reached the top of the stairs, warning whoever it was that I was out for blood. I stopped as soon as I realized she was standing there, it almost looked like she was checking me out. Once she looked at my face however, her expression changed and I could smell her fear pulsing with her heartbeat. I reached out to her but she backed away. Her back hit the wall behind her and she realized she was trapped, her heartbeat erratic as she started hyperventilating.
“(Y/N), it’s okay, I won’t hurt you. I need you to calm down, okay? You’ll make yourself sick. I need to you try to calm down, take deep breaths. I won’t hurt you. I won’t let anyone hurt you. I swear to you I won’t.” I had inched closer to her while I was talking, and she seemed to calm down a bit, her breathing was steadying but her heart still sounded like it was trying to escape her chest. I was standing right in front of her now, fear still rolling off her in waves and it almost made me sick. She was so scared of me. My mate was afraid of me.
“Come here (Y/N), I’ve got you, okay? I’m Seokjin. I won’t hurt you, baby.” She was still scared but I couldn’t stop myself from pulling her into my chest and wrapping my arms around her. She was tense, like she was waiting for me to hit her.
I felt her crying before I heard it, she was shaking and gasping for air in between whimpers. Eventually she relaxed, her hands grasped the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer as she cried.
It wasn’t the greatest time to be thinking it, but I couldn’t help but feel…right? I felt that everything was right in the world. I had my mate in my arms and I felt complete. Even though she was crying because she was afraid of me, I felt like this was good. It was progress.
The rest of the boys had made their way upstairs by now, but none of them had said anything yet.
Namjoon sent the rest of them back to the table to finish breakfast. “Jin, I’ll fix a plate and bring it up for her. It will be too much for her downstairs right now.” I nodded, still not letting go of (Y/N).
Once I heard his footsteps enter the kitchen, I pulled away, reluctantly, and lead her back into my room. She made her way over to my bed and sat down. Her heartbeat had finally slowed and her breathing was normal other than a few sniffles left over from crying. Namjoon knocked on the doorframe and handed me a plate and a glass of water. “Don’t let her eat too quickly. Her stomach might be upset after it’s been starved for however long.” Namjoon typically hid his anger well, but his eyes flashed red for a few seconds, he was just as angry over what had happened to her. I nodded and he left, and I kicked the door shut.
“Namjoon brought some food up (Y/N). Do you want me to stay here or I can go back downstairs and check on you later?” I hoped she would ask me to stay but I wanted her to be comfortable here, even if that meant without me.
She thought for a moment, and patted the bed next to her, inviting me to sit. She ate slowly, and cleared about half the plate before she pushed it away. “Thank you, Seokjin.” This was the first time I had heard her voice and it sounded so cliché, but it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
“You’re welcome, (Y/N). There’s a bathroom over through that door if you would like to shower and brush your teeth. You’ll have to wear my clothes until we can find you some of your own. They’ll be to big but they should keep you warm. There are extra toothbrushes and toothpaste in the top left drawer and extra towels in the side closet. If you need anything else, just ask. I’m going to take this stuff back downstairs. You should get some sleep. I’ll bring you some dinner later, okay?” She nodded and made her way to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
She allowed me to hold her and she spoke to me today, so I counted that as a small victory. I know it’s going to take a long time for her to forget the horrors that she’s been through, but I’m glad she’s here now and she’s safe. I heard the shower turn on so I grabbed the plate and headed downstairs.
I told Namjoon what had happened upstairs while I was doing dishes. “You can’t keep that stupid smile off your face Jin. Don’t tell me you’re in love already?” Namjoon tried to joke, but he wasn’t far from the truth. I know I just met her but the bond was weird. I had feelings for her but they were hard to describe. I didn’t feel like I was already in love with her, I felt like I knew I was going to fall in love with her. It’s weird, and Namjoon won’t understand if I tell him so I just shrug my shoulders.
Y/N’s POV
I don’t know why he was being so nice to me, or why I was so comfortable around him. He was a werewolf. The vampires told me that they were going to torture me and eventually kill me. This one, Seokjin, had just fed me and offered me a shower and his clothing? He even had let me sleep in his bed, and encouraged me to do so again. I wanted to believe that they were kind, that he wasn’t going to hurt me, but after so long with the vampires, I had learned not to trust so easily. I don’t have any explanation of why I felt comfortable with him. I let him hug me and I felt…okay?
Showering felt surreal after months of just being hosed down with cold water. My feet still hurt, but they were healing quickly. The cuts and bruises on my legs and arms were almost gone. I didn’t expect them to heal that quickly but they felt better so I won’t question it.
Eventually the water started to get cold, so I got out and wrapped myself in a towel. Sitting on the floor, I let myself relax against the tub, thinking about how I was going to move forward, and if I should trust the wolves. While I was considering my options, my eyes started to feel heavier, and I let myself fall asleep, still leaning up against the tub.
Dreams of wolf pups dancing through fields of green occupied my sleep ridden mind. In my dream, I felt…love for those pups. I felt as though they could have been my own. Confusion swept over me, however, when Seokjin came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “They’re beautiful, our pups. Aren’t they, love?”
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Something functional I made for a family member- after getting a handmade tile sign home from a trip, my stepmother realized the frame had been bent beyond repair. using the measurements she sent me, I designed a slightly sturdier replacement. Luckily, I had just upgraded my print bed, and was able to do this in 2 sections instead of having to split it into 3! I used a piece of black and white line art as a source, traced i into a vector in inkscape, extruded that into a 3dversion in tinkercad, and then used some of the shamping tools there to give it a little bit of a rounded edge, as well as adding some registration dimples in the middle. I’m really hoping the measurements were accurate, and that it fits well the first try when she gets it in the mail!
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These days, I’m a gal in a constant hurry and don’t have the time to fuss around with my hair. I need something quick, easy, and I’m not willing to skip out on effectiveness either. Basically, I want it all and make it snappy! 🙃lol! What’s your favorite dry shamps? @thedrybar Dry Shampoo is one of my favorites for really getting in there and doing it’s thing. It does leave a bit of a white cast if you’re not careful, but I find it easy enough to brush in. My hair stays fresh for longer between washes and it’s a great style reviver 👌 When I saw this kit at my favorite place (any guesses where? lol 😂) I jumped on it! I’m LOVING each product! The Triple Sec is great for adding volume, and omg Prep Rally has been a miracle in a bottle for my easily tangled hair. Anywho, I had to share because sharing is caring, especially when it’s a steal of a deal 😉 Swipe for a better look and pricing if ya like 😊💖 . . . . #drybar #hairstyleoftheday #hairstyled #hairstyleideas #haircaretips #haircareproducts #haircareroutine https://www.instagram.com/p/B1-XFOChcGX/?igshid=6eyazml27g4h
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Speedy Recovery - Seth Rollins x Reader
Request by @lclb13
Summary - You request time off to help Seth recovery from his injury at home, and the two of you get very close. One thing leads to another, and you end up doing a lot more than helping him recover. (Kevin the doggo also makes a few appearances ;) )
Warnings:- Smut, Fluff, Swearing
Word Count- 2,103
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Crews to gif owner, my gif maker still wont work :(
When I first head about the attack on Raw on Seth, I assumed it was just a storyline, which was why when I heard about Seth’s injury, I assumed that it was just part of the storyline. But when I saw him leaving the arena on his crutches, I knew it was serious. This wasn’t a joke, and it broke my heart to see Seth in pain.
Seth is a good friend of mine,we get along really well and sometimes we even ride together, since we never ran out of things to talk about and no matter what mood we were in, we would make each other laugh.
Once I’d found out his injury was legitimate and he’d be out of action for a while, without a second thought, I booked time off to help him. I booked 4 weeks off, which I know was a stretch, but I wasn’t doing much on TV anyway and they had plenty of female superstars for the live events. Being told seth was sent back to his home in Buffalo, I immediately boarded the next plane there. I decided not to tell Seth I was coming and surprise him, hoping that mine would be a face he’d like to see.
I pull up outside Seth’s house, parking on the curb and pulling my bags out of the trunk. I’m walking up the pathway to his front door when I hear barking. This wasn’t the first time I’d been to Seth’s place, so hearing Kevin bark was actually a welcome sound. I knock on the door, waiting for a few minutes, but there’s no answer. Kevin barks again, and I hear Seth speak. “Kev, please, shhh” he whines.
God, he sounds so sad. He normally sounds so happy and enthusiastic, and it kind of stung to hear him like this. Trying the door handle, I pushed the door open – luckily he didn’t have the chain on the door. I shuffle in and stand in the doorway.
“Wh-who’s there?” Seth turns around, and I finally get a good look at him.
His eyes are red and puffy from crying, his leg propped up with pillows on the couch, crutches next to him, his hair tied up in a bun. “Oh, Seth” I say sympathetically, speeding over to him and kneeling beside him.
“(Y/N)?” he says wiping his eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, say hello to your completely not qualified nurse for the next 4 weeks” I rock back on my heels and give him a big cheesy grin, earning a small chuckle from him.
“But you’ve got work, you can’t look after me you can’t stay for long”
“4 weeks off, Seth. I’ve booked 4 weeks off to help you.”
“(Y/N), I can’t let you do that it’s not-“
“Stop.” I cut him off mid sentence. “You aren’t getting rid of me that easily, Rollins.”
10 days passed, and Seth and I got closer and close.r I drove him to his first doctors appointment, which was nerve-racking. On the third day, I helped him into the shower, since he was struggling to stand on his knee. I helped him in, both of us trying to hide the fact that we were blushing.
On that same night we were both sat on the couch watching a movie, Seth had his legs draped over me and I was rubbing his knee. He started to fall asleep, but he asked me to stay, and at first thought it was just sleepy Seth talking but I stayed the night and the next day he asked me to stay at his place for the rest of the time I was looking after him.
Spending so much time with him, getting so close with him, I was starting to feel something I’d not felt for anyone in a while. I think I was falling in love with him.
Coming back to today, I’d just helped Seth into the shower and I was back in the spare room getting changed. I was just about to put on a top to sleep in when I heard a thud. I quickly ran to the bathroom, checking if Seth was ok.
“Seth! Seth! Are you ok? Did you fall?” I burst into the bathroom.
“No, no, I just dropped the shamp-“ Seth stopped abruptly, looking at me.
I look down at my body and all of a sudden remember I was still in just my underwear. “Shit!” I shout before grabbing Seth’s hoodie off the radiator in the bathroom and zipping it up.
“As long as you’re ok” I say before rushing out of the bathroom.
I sit cross-legged on the bed with my head in my hands, still in Seth’s hoodie. The door slowly opens and I see Seth stood on one leg in a towel with his crutches. The sight makes me gasp, seeing water dripping down his chest, his wet hair messy around his shoulders.
“How’d you get out by yourself?” I ask him nervously.
“Hard work” He laughs, hobbling over to sit next to me on the bed.
“Seth I-“
He stops me there by planting a soft kiss on my lips, resting once hand on my cheek and the other on my thigh. He pulls away and his chocolate brown eyes stare into mine. “I’ve wanted to do that since you walked through my door on the first day you came.”
I blush and Seth smiles before coming in to kiss me again, but this time the kiss was more heated. His tongue begged entry to my mouth, and I let it in allowing us to explore one another’s mouth.
I swing my leg over him so that I’m now straddling him, and I can feel his hard bulge against the wetness pooling between my thighs, which was only covered by a thin piece of fabric. I grind against him and he starts to trail sloppy kisses down my neck. I grip his dripping wet hair with one hand and trail the other down his bicep, feeling his muscle tense beneath my touch.
Slowly pulling away from Seth and I stand up, him looking at me confused. I kneel down on the floor in front of where he was sat on the edge of the bed, pushing him down gently before undoing the knot in his towel, letting his rock hard member spring free. I start kissing up his right leg, feeling him twitch slighty when I start kissing his injured right knee.
Making my way to his member, I take it in my hand and slowly lick up the length, causing Seth’s breath to hitch in his throat. I flick my tongue over his tip before taking his dick in my mouth and starting to bob my head up and down, hollowing out my cheeks.
“Fuck, (Y/N)” he moans.
I swirl my tongue around his cock whilst playing with his balls with my other hand, earning loud moans to escape from Seth’s lips.
Seth sits back up, and I rock back on my heels to look at him. He smiles down at me before shuffling up the bed to lean on the pillows. I stand up and slip my panties off, tossing them to the side before crawling up the bed so I’m back on top of Seth.
His hands find the zip to the hoodie that I was wearing and he slowly pulls the zip down and I shrug the jacket off. I unhook my bra, letting Seth drink in my naked body. “You’re so beautiful, (Y/N)”
“So are you” I whisper into his ear before positioning himself at my entrance and sliding down onto him. “Fuck” I cry out as I adjust to his length.
“Shit you’re so tight” Seth spits out through staggered breaths.
I roll my hips back and forth, being sure to be wary of Seth’s injured knee. I start to bob up and down on his dick, both of us moaning loudly. Seth gripped my hips and I feel a familiar sensation rush through my body.
“Seth I’m gonna cum” I moan, as my walls tighten around him and I slow down, sitting all the way down on his dick as I came.
As I’m gasping for breath, Seth shocks me by wrapping his arms around my waist and flipping us both over. “Seth be careful! Your knee!” I say, worried.
“I’m ok, (Y/N). I know how much I can take.” He replies before pushing himself into me. My breath hitches in my throat as he starts to pick up a rhythm, pushing himself deep inside of me making me cry out every time his hips collided with my skin.
Seth drops down onto his forearms, “Fuck I’m gonna cum baby” He starts to pull out but I lock my legs around his waist. “Cum inside me” I say. “What? Are you sure?” Seth asks, worried. “I’m sure” I respond with a smile. With that Seth bites down on my lip and scrunches his eyes shut as his strokes become slower as he shoots his seed inside of me, crying out loudly.
Seth carefully rolls off me, both of us trying to catch our breath, covered in sweat.
“(Y/N), can I stay in here tonight?” He asks, unknowingly pulling puppy dog eyes at me.
I laugh. “Of course you can.” Jumping off the bed, I grab the shirt I was going to put on originally and Seth slides into the covers, grabbing the remote and putting the TV on.
All of a sudden, Kevin runs into the room, jumping up at my ankles. I laugh, picking him up before sliding into bed next to Seth, Seth putting an arm around me as I place Kevin down on his lap.
It’s been 8 months since Seth’s injury, he’s back on TV, fully healthy, and everyone backstage knows he and I are together. I’d never thought that this would happen, but I couldn’t be happier. We had both said that we were meant to be together, and he was surely the love of my life.
It’s one of our rare days off, and Seth is at the gym. I’m sat in his bathroom on the edge of the bath, not daring to look at the pregnancy test on the counter. Has it been 2 minutes? I look at the digital clock. 4:52pm. It’s been almost 3 minutes, which meant it was ready.
“Come on (Y/N). You’re a wrestler for God sake, you put your life on the line for a living! How scary can a pregnancy test be” I say to myself. I pick up the test and look down, seeing the two little blue lines. Positive.
Once Seth gets home, he jumps in the shower and that’s my chance. I prepare us a candlelit dinner to surprise him with the news when he gets out. Once everything is prepared, I hear Seth getting out the shower. I light the candles on the table and pull the food out of the oven, placing it in the middle of the two plates.
He comes down the corridor and a smile spreads across his face. “What’s all this?” he asks, planting a kiss on my forehead.
“What, can I girl not surprise her boyfriend?” I smile up at him.
He laughs and sits down. We eat dinner and I’m trying so hard to keep the news to myself. Looking at the leftovers, I speak up. “At least I’m already getting my portions right. That would feed 3 people?” I say smirking.
Seth looks at me confused. “What you talking about?” he laughs.
I stand up and kneel down next to him. I pull the positive pregnancy test out of my pocket and hand it to him. “You’re gonna be a daddy, baby” I say, trying not to cry with happiness. He looks at me, then back at the pregnancy test, then back at me, then down to my tummy.
“You mean there’s a?” He says, pointing at my belly. “Yes, there’s a little Sethy in here” I say, starting to well up with tears as I smile.
Seth’s face lights up and he leans down and kisses me, sliding down to his knees to join me on the floor, wrapping his arms around me, kissing all over my face.
“I’m gonna be a daddy!” He cries!
“There’s only one problem” I say.
“What? What is it?” He asks, worried.
“How are we gonna tell Kevin he’s not gonna be our only baby any more?!”
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get to know me
basics
what’s your name ➔ shampurna
do you have a nickname ➔ shamp, sam
do you have a middle name ➔ no
do you like your name ➔ not really
do people often mispronounce your name ➔ like you wouldn’t believe
do you like the meaning of your name ➔ yeah - it means “complete” in bengali
when is your birthday ➔ march 14
how old are you ➔ 16
zodiac sign ➔ pisces
appearance
what’s your hair colour ➔ black
is your current hair colour your natural hair colour ➔ yes
do you dye your hair ➔ no
do you have natural highlights ➔ nope
when was the last time you had a haircut ➔ january?
what length is your hair right now ➔ at my boobs
do you have straight, wavy or curly hair ➔ straight/wavy
do you have frizzy hair ➔ sometimes
do you use a curling iron ➔ no
do you use a hair straightener ➔ no
do you braid your hair ➔ sometimes
what’s your eye colour ➔ black
do your eyes change colour ➔ nope
do you wear contacts ➔ nah
if so, do you use colour contacts or regular contacts ➔ n/a
do you wear glasses ➔ sometimes
do you have naturally long eyelashes ➔ yes
do you wear braces ➔ no
do you have dimples ➔ yes
do you have moles ➔ not on my face
do you have outstanding cheekbones ➔ yes
do you have freckles ➔ no
do you have piercings ➔ ear piercings
do you have tattoos ➔ no
do you wear make up ➔ only for formal events
do you paint your nails ➔ no
do you wear jewelry ➔ a ring
are you happy with your height ➔ i’m 5′ tall and done growing, so i wish i was taller
personality
would you consider yourself outgoing or shy ➔ extroverted introvert
are you sarcastic ➔ i can be
what’s your biggest fear ➔ not ever being happy
what’s your guilty pleasure ➔ pokemon go lol
are you religious ➔ agnostic
do you get easily along with people ➔ yes
do you cry easily ➔ no
school
do you go to middle school ➔ no
do you go to high school ➔ yes
do you go to a private school ➔ no
are you home schooled ➔ no
have you graduated from school ➔ no
have you skipped a grade ➔ no
have you been held back a grade ➔ no
have you ever failed a class ➔ no
have you been sent to the principals office ➔ yes
have you skipped school ➔ yes
have you cheated on a test ➔ yes
family
do you live with your biological parents ➔ yes
do you get along with your parents ➔ with my dad, not my mom
do you tell your parents everything ➔ no
do you have strict parents ➔ yes
do you have siblings ➔ two younger twin sisters
are you the oldest ➔ yes
are you in the middle ➔ no
are you the youngest ➔ no
are all of your grandparents still alive ➔ no
friendships
do you have a best friend ➔ yes
do you have more than 10 friends ➔ yes
do you have at least 2 friends you can trust with your life ➔ yes
do you have a lot of guy friends, a lot of girl friends or equal girl and guy friends ➔ equal, but i’m probably closer with my guy friends
do you text with your friends a lot ➔ some days i text a lot and then other days i don’t text at all
relationships
what’s your relationship status ➔ single
have you ever been in love ➔ i think
do you believe in love at first sight➔ no
have you ever been in a relationship ➔ yes
have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ yes
have you ever been asked out on a date ➔ yes
have you ever been kissed ➔ yes
have you ever made out with someone ➔ yes
have you ever been cheated on ➔ not sure
have you ever been proposed to ➔ no
do you want to get married ➔ yes
do you want kids ➔ yes
country
where were you born ➔ california
where do you live right now ➔ texas
have you ever been out of the country ➔ yes
do you prefer country or city ➔ city
do you like sightseeing ➔ yeah i love it
is one or more of your parents from another country ➔ yes
what places would you like to visit ➔ switzerland, alaska, iceland
are you fluent in more than one language ➔ yes
what languages can you speak ➔ english, a bit of spanish, bengali, and ASL
health
do you have any allergies ➔ yes
are you lactose intolerant ➔ no
have you had surgery ➔ no
have you had stitches ➔ no
have you broken a bone ➔ no
has someone close to you died of a disease ➔ yes
do you exercise a lot ➔ 3-4 times a week
experiences
have you ever had a near death experience ➔ yes
have you ever been on a plane ➔ yes
have you ever had an all-nighter ➔ yes
have you ever been to school/work after a sleepless night ➔ yes
have you ever been in a physical fight ➔ yes
have you ever been to a wedding ➔ yes
have you ever been to a funeral ➔ no
have you ever lived in a different country ➔ yes
have you ever been drunk ➔ tipsy
have you ever been trick or treating ➔ yes
have you ever been in a school play ➔ no
have you ever been to a camp ➔ yes
have you ever driven a car ➔ no
skills
how many languages are you fluent in ➔ three
have you ever read a book in another language ➔ yes
can you roll your tongue ➔ yes
can you braid hair ➔ yes
can you do a handstand ➔ yes
habits
do you crack your knuckles ➔ yes
do you bite your nails ➔ yes
do you bite your lips ➔ yes
➔ waterfavourites
what’s your favourite movie ➔ interstellar
what’s your favourite tv show ➔ riverdale atm
what’s your favourite book ➔ the kite runner
what’s your favourite song ➔ currently atlas hands by benjamin francis leftwich
what’s your favourite colour ➔ maroon
what’s your favourite animal ➔ cheetah
what’s your favourite season ➔ fall
this or that
summer or winter ➔ summer
day or night ➔ night
cats or dogs ➔ cat
rain or shine ➔ shine
coffee or tea ➔ coffee
reading or writing ➔ reading
humorous or serious ➔ humorous
brown or blue eyes ➔ brown
single or group dates ➔ group
texts or calls ➔ calls
driving or walking ➔ driving
last (at the time of queuing)
last phone call ➔ my friend yazi
last text ➔ gamePigeon message to my friend everett
last song you listened to ➔ the world is yours - nas
last thing you ate ➔ tiramasu
last thing you drank ➔ water
last purchase ➔ notebook
last time you cleaned your room ➔ yesterday
last time you’ve been on a date ➔ a month ago
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♥ and other life lessons
once upon a time there was a boy. he was lonely. he wanted to find love. he set out with high hopes. he set out with a packed lunch. he hoped his lunch wouldn't get crushed in his bag and that his heart wouldn't get crushed in his chest. he wandered along a road until he found a toad. the toad spoke to him. the toad said to him "excuse me sir. If you kiss me i will turn into a charming prince." the boy wondered if he should kiss a boy toad. he wondered how many times the toad had used that very line to pick up lovers. the boy assumed it was a lot. "oh froggy. while a kiss from me may turn you into a charming prince, as a toad you lack any charm at all. you obviously have no idea how to woo a gentleman. you can not just ask for a kiss. seduce me. tell me i'm beautiful. tell me that you want to pluck a star from the heavens and use it to burn off the faces of all other toads that wish to own my heart, but don't just beg me for a kiss with your pathetic sob story about once being a prince. pick me a flower and use it's thorns to render me unable to run from your love, but don't beg. oh froggy... you have so much to learn about romance." again the toad said "kiss me." so the boy did. the boy and the toad made out for 45 minutes under the stars. the toad's webbed feet had caressed every inch of the boys body. the boy wasn't really feeling it, but felt sorry for the toad. the toad never turned into a prince. the boy felt ashamed. "oh froggy" he said, "you have deceived me. you promised that if i kissed you, you would turn into a prince." the toad said nothing, his swollen neck, that had seemed so appealing to the boy just 20 minutes ago, now made him feel sick. the boy had fallen for it again. He swore to never make out with another toad as long as he lived. the next day the boy was diagnosed with frog AIDS and died shortly afterwards.
♥ shamp
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