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[transmonstera]

In regards to your posts about ao3 and how vile it is in actuality, I wanna say thank you. I've not put much thought into the website I've been using but this has put things into perspective. I no longer want my work (work that I am proud of) on a website like that. Ao3 doesn't align with my values and I'm assuming many other people's who use the site.

Do you have any suggestions on a better site everyone can use?

(Side note: I absolutely adore your work!)

sure thing!

while there are no websites quite like ao3 in terms of filtering, curation, bookmarks, likes/comments etc there are a few alternatives out there!

Wattpad - I know people make fun of this one because it's where all the rpf for bands went back in the day but it is still operating and many people use it so you'll likely just switch viewers from ao3 to wattpad pretty seamlessly

Tumblr - you can always post directly on here! there is a character limit i believe of 4k so it's great for showing previews or even cutting up a small fic into parts 1, 2, 3, etc. a little clunky but it's an option if you only write short stuff! (Twitter threads can even be an option for this though again, a lil restrictive and works better for super short works!)

Google Docs + Linktree - if you have a linktree account you can always just link a view only (make sure people can't edit!) google doc of the fic! having the fics on a linktree still give people the ability to see all of your work in one place, and you can even see on linktree the click statistics for each fic! while it doesn't give the reader the ability to like/comment, you can always encourage those who do like it to leave a message on your tumblr!

Discord (or any groupchat tbh!) - similar to above you can always set up a discord server and post your fics view docs links there! it gives a curated experience and you can see the comments of people directly in the server

AO3 has seemingly made people believe that each and everyone one of their fan creations must be thrown out into the void where you hope everyone sees it and loves it. I think this has really stifled people's abilities to truly be creative in terms of making content of their favourite medias (and even with transitioning to making original work!) because you may subconsciously be adhering the current trends and whatnot of everyone else, even if you don't really like it yourself! I mean look at how common modern/high school aus still are today when I have yet to meet anyone who actually likes them. Look at how many books that have been published lately that painfully follow AO3 tag systems, where they don't even havea blurb anymore and instead just have "friends to lovers meet blah blah blah! read it now!". (Not to mention the quality of the books being published is fucking atrocious)

AO3 has ruined publishing and I am being entirely serious about that.

But back to where you wanna go with your fics now. Don't be afraid to restructure how you interact with your hobbies! It doesn't have to be so exposed and vulnerable to anyone and everyone having their say on it. I used to participate massively in fandom and I'll be honest, it made me miserable. I constantly felt like I couldn't keep up, that my ideas were wrong because another idea was more popular, and I really struggled. So I took about a hundred steps back and only interact with the media I like through my friends who also like it! And it's a lot better! You may not get hundreds and thousands of likes on fics from here on out if that's what you're used to, but I guarantee you'll have more meaningful interactions that you actually hold dear to you far more than any "a guest has left a kudos on your work" notification.

(Also just a pre-emptive thing of anyone who wants to defend AO3 on this post because "it's an integral part of fandom!" or "they need that much money because they run a site with no ads!", or you want to try and tell me that the fics on there are fine because it's fiction regardless of what the fics is (including literal fucking CSAM), just know you are completely unserious and I don't value a single thing you say. So don't even try it. How about you donate to a marginalised person's mutual aid for the first time in your life and you'll calm down.)

[rawbin-hsr]

Hi!! Saw ur taking requests, do you mind making some hcs for how a queerplatonic relationship with aven would be like? Demiro/ace aven is so dear to me, and being on the grayromantic spectrum myself, I really wanna just like, have this super deep bond with him where we're both each other's most important person without a doubt and physically affectionate but not like, romantic if u know what I meann (plus, I think a platonic relationship that goes past friendship and full of care would help him so much)

but I understand a lot of ppl aren't aware of how qpps work, so it's ok if you ignore this!! <3

ANON. ANON I LOVE YOU. YOU GET IT.

As someone on the aroace spectrum (I’m like 90% sure I can’t romantically love people; I only experience infatuation for three months at most before realising that I actually only want a close friendship 💀) I love love love this take on Aventurine and I’m so happy you’re asking me to do hcs on this !!!

This turned out a LOT longer than I planned and became like a whole story not just headcanons HELP I’m sorry bro I hope you don’t mind 😭😭🙏🙏 At the start it’s not even about being qpps it’s just about him learning to tolerate you that was not on purpose I apologise deeply, I promise the hcs come in at the end 💀

Queerplatonic Aventurine x Reader Headcanons

CW: queer dynamics, cursing, Aventurine’s messed up perception of people around him, Aventurine in general tbh (he's toxic I'm gonna be so real 😭), brief mention of sex but nothing actually happens, very soft and sweet (mostly), a lil bit of hurt/comfort, small mention of his sexual trauma towards the end, gender-neutral reader

Lmk if I missed anything !

Also sorry anon I forgot you specified demiro/ace he ended up basically just purely aroace 😭 I hope that doesn't matter too much </3

You’re not like everyone else, Aventurine realises quickly when he meets you.

Most people he surrounds himself with are closed off and guarded, but you are, surprisingly, not. In fact, your honesty is a bit… disarming. So complete he finds himself at a bit of a loss.

He thinks he doesn’t like you at first. He can’t avoid you, as you’re integral to this new project he’s working on, but he wishes he could. Something about you is deeply off-putting. He knows it is the way you never lie.

You’d think total honesty would be a weakness. He knows it would be for him. If he laid out all his cards on the table, he wouldn’t last another day. But the way you always leave yourself open is a new kind of defence in itself that he has never seen anyone else utilise before. When he tries to pry information out of you, you flatly tell him you can’t tell him that, that you know what he’s doing. You’re blatantly putting up barriers with him, and it drives him mad because usually, he can do a push and pull but that doesn’t work with you. It’s hard to be sneaky when you see right through him and stop him.

One day you tell him you would like to grab a coffee with him. He is sure you are flirting, that you mean it as a date. He is sure you want him, and though he usually limits these kinds of interactions to only flirting, nothing more, he’s getting frustrated with the way you never give. Perhaps you’d give more easily if he pretended to leave himself vulnerable to you?

But it’s not a date. You don’t flirt with him, but you don’t talk about business either. What’s worse, you shut him down when he flirts with you. It’s upsetting. Are you toying with him? Is this a weird power play? You don’t seem like that kind of person, but Aventurine is familiarly acquainted with the knowledge most people are not what they seem.

Maybe his anger gets the better of him at one point, an hour into the not-date when you’ve dragged him to the park to feed the ducks. He asks you what the purpose of this is, if you aren’t intending to get into his pants.

You tell him you just wanted to hang out. That you think he needs a friend.

He’s infuriated, because he can tell you’re being sincere.

He leaves, snarking that he already has friends. (He does not. Not really.)

But he can’t stop thinking about it. And he can’t avoid you, because you’re still needed for the mission and now, he’s sure he hates you.

You continue to be nice to him for some reason, even after that fiasco ?? He’s never encountered someone who’s so willing to just be nice to others merely for the sake of being nice. What kind of fucked up ulterior motives are you hiding? What sort of closet freak are you?

Aventurine knows, logically, that some people are just nice. It’s unreasonable to think every single person is as selfish as he is. He grew up surrounded by people who were just nice. But last time he had the fortune of actually interacting with such people, he was shorter than the desk at his office.

He wants to pry into your head, learn everything about you, know what it would be like to be your friend like you had offered. He wants you to fuck off to the other end of the galaxy so he never has to see you ever again.

He accepts when you invite him to go to the arcade with you.

It’s… weirdly soothing.

You’re good company, as much as he hates you. You’re funny and witty and playful and kind. There is no hidden agenda behind anything you do. You insist upon paying for half the tickets you play with at the arcade, even though he’s sure he has at least thirty times the amount of disposable income you have.

He wins most of the games, of course. You win less than half. He excels at the luck-based games, and he’s not half bad at the more skill-based ones, whereas you’re best at the latter. You stay away from the luck-based ones, and the ones you do attempt you fail every time. He’s honestly impressed by how unlucky you are. But at one point you still insist upon winning something for him, even though you both know he’d win it quicker himself.

At the end of the outing, you hug him, tell him you enjoyed yourself. He finds his chest feels oddly warm as you say it. It takes a moment to register the feeling as that of happiness, the sensation of real joy something unfamiliar to him. He smiles and hugs you back.

Maybe he doesn’t hate you.

You’re the first person he truly thinks of as a friend. Though he claims he has many, he knows he doesn’t really. The closest he had before you was maybe Topaz, or Ratio, but Topaz seems to view him as more of an annoying younger brother sometimes and he clearly gets on Ratio’s nerves. You're the first person who makes him feel truly... liked. A weird concept.

It’s not for his status or his money or his reputation. You turn him down when he tries to spend money on you. He’s not sure if that annoys him or if it makes him weirdly giddy.

Even long after his mission has ended, and he no longer needs you, you stick around. He lets you. He starts coming around for you too.

It’s fun to be around you. Again, you’re very good company. Smarter and funnier than most dimwits at the IPC. He considers inviting you to work under him, he’s sure the pay he could offer you would be better than what you currently make, but he doesn’t want to drag you too far into the mess that is his life.

He starts sleeping over at your house uninvited. He makes himself at home in your apartment. Your place is so much nicer than his, even if it’s smaller, run down and objectively a worse place to live in. The pipes in your sink clog too easily and the lights in the bathroom always flicker, despite your best attempts to fix it. But the rooms are all reminiscent of you, of what kind of person you are. Photos of your loved ones line the walls, trinkets you’ve picked up from various places decorate your shelves, and even though it looks messy he knows it’s all very organised from your point of view. It’s so different from his cold, clean, impersonal penthouse.

You cuddle him sometimes. Hug him and pull him into your chest when you watch movies. You play with his hair. You trace patterns on the back of his hand. Surely, those are all things lovers do? But your eyes never linger on his lips, you never look at him with yearning — he can tell you already have everything you want. It makes him feel… relieved.

He likes it when you touch him. He never liked being touched before, but you’re warm and gentle without being too light with him. You don’t touch him like he’s fragile, but you don’t intend to test his limits. You never stray from the safe areas on his body. You never touch with intent to go any further.

He feels safe.

Whenever he’s not out on business, he comes home to you. Will you have grown tired of him by next time, he always wonders. And the answer is always no. You’re always happy to see him.

He frequently finds himself thinking about you. He frequently finds himself missing you when he’s away. He sees things that remind him of you everywhere, and often wishes you were with him. All symptoms of being in love, he’s heard, but he doesn’t think he’s in love? To be fair, he has never experienced true attraction, and what he feels for you is certainly deeper and more intimate than what he’s ever felt for anyone else, so maybe he is in love with you.

But does romance not entail wanting to kiss you? Does romance not entail wanting to see you naked? Does romance not entail wanting to have sex? He doesn’t particularly crave any of those things.

He’s heard of ‘butterflies’ in your belly when seeing the one you love. He never feels that when he sees you. He only feels a deep sense of comfort, of contentment.

But he doesn’t like the thought of you being with anyone else the way you are with him. Jealousy is a sign of romantic feelings, yes? So maybe he does love you that way after all.

But he never asks you to be his partner. Whenever he considers it, something oddly heavy settles in his gut, and he doesn’t understand why. Why would the thought of being your partner leave him with dread? You’d make a wonderful lover, he knows. You already make a wonderful…

… friend? Can he really call you just a friend?

You call him or text him every day to make sure he’s okay. You send him photos of things that reminds him of you. You cook him meals when he visits you and you buy him gifts even though he could very well buy things for himself. You cuddle him and hug him and you sometimes even, albeit playfully, kiss his knuckles or the top of his head and you let him sleep in your bed with you.

Calling you only a ‘friend’ diminishes your worth, does it not? He calls everyone he meets ‘friend’. He can’t reduce you to something so… insignificant.

So he asks you one day, when you’re both sat on opposite sides of your couch, your legs splayed out over his lap as you eat popcorn. He asks:

“What are we?”

You look at him. And you smile.

“I don’t know.”

He blinks. You sound so serene as you say it. Are you not worried about this? Why do you seem so unconcerned with what he is to you?

Sensing his discomfort, you set the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table, and scoot closer to him. His arms automatically wrap around your waist as you shift yourself to lean against him, leaning down to place your head on his shoulder.

“I don’t need to label what we are. I’m happy with things as they are. Are you?”

He nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling the by now familiar scent of your shampoo.

“I am.”

“You don’t sound entirely convinced.”

He huffs, pulling you closer.

“… Maybe I don’t want you to treat others the way you treat me.”

(He doubts you would. You have more integrity than he’s ever had: he’s aware there is some level of mutual understanding that whatever you are is something exclusive.)

You laugh.

“You think I treat others like you?”

“Can’t be sure,” he hums playfully, pinching your side. “Who knows, maybe you say that to all the guys.”

“I don’t like ‘all the guys’,” you point out. “I only like you this way.”

“What does ‘this way’ mean, then?”

You pull back to look at him. Gaze as warm and kind as always, a smile on your lips.

“Well, I love you a lot. A lot more than I love others. I’m not sure what answer you want.”

You’ve never explicitly stated the word ‘love’ before. Something hot and giddy fills his chest, something awfully childish, but he ignores it.

“Do you want me to be your… boyfriend?” he asks hesitantly. He’s not sure what he feels about the idea himself.

“I mean, if that’s what you want,” you shrug, sounding so casual about the idea that he doubts you’re that enthusiastic about it. (Should he feel offended?) “I just don’t want anything to change between us. I really like what we’ve got going on.”

He leans back into you, burying his face into your hair again. His arms squeeze your waist.

“… I like what we’ve got going on, too,” he admits. The honesty feels a little less foreign on his tongue than it used to, before he met you.

“I guess it’d be easier to call you my boyfriend than my ‘very close friend who eats all my food and sleeps in my bed half the time’,” you add teasingly. He snorts, pulling back just enough to shoot you a playful glare.

“Food that I pay you back double for,” he points out. You snicker, but don’t respond.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” You ask instead after a moment, reaching up to play with his hair. He leans into the touch.

He’s quiet for a moment, considering the question.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “I guess you’re right that it’d be easier to call each other that. Maybe we should go for it.”

“Sounds good,” you agree, and that’s that.

And nothing changes in your relationship. All that changes is the title.

You cuddle and you hug and you spend time together. Whenever you flirt, it’s more of an inside joke than anything else. You go on not-dates nearly once a week, whenever he’s home to do that.

He doesn’t tell people what you really are to him. He doesn’t even have the words to describe it himself. It doesn’t matter to him than anyone else knows either. Maybe he’s just a little bit happy, even, to get to keep the secret of what you are to himself. It somehow feels more special when only the two of you know.

He starts confiding in you. Telling you things he would not tell anyone else. Things he previously thought he would bring to his grave. About himself, about his past, his thoughts and his feelings. You always hold him, let him speak until it’s off his chest, and you murmur comforting words. He feels so much lighter after, every time.

You tell him your secrets too. Your doubts and your worries. He holds you in return, and tries to soothe your concerns. He knows he’s not as good at it as you, but you seem to appreciate it anyways.

He doesn’t trust anyone else. Only you. You’re the only one he knows he can always turn to, the only person he knows for sure doesn’t mean him any harm.

He brings you gifts and trinkets he finds when he’s away. He’s gotten pretty good at figuring out what sort of things you like. You always give him the sweetest smile when he does, thank him with a hug, and put the item to use right away. Whether that means displaying a decoration somewhere along your already overfilled shelves, putting on a bracelet or trying out a new kitchen appliance that night. He starts to think that the point of wealth is to give you all the things you could want.

For some reason, the intimate nature of your relationship doesn’t scare him. The fact that you’ve told him he’s ’more like the closest friend you could ever want to have than a lover’ puts him at ease. Your commitment to one another doesn’t feel as frightening that way.

You prioritise him over your other commitments. You tell him he’s your ‘favourite person’, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop feeling warm in his chest when he thinks about it. You’re his favourite, too.

Sorry I seriously ran out of steam for this format here, moving on to headcanons from another perspective because I am NOT DONE !!!! (next part won't have been proof-read at all sorry guys it will just be unhinged rambling)

I don't think Aventurine would necessarily know what queerplatonic means, (and the way I've written Reader here they probably wouldn't go out of their way to research it either lol I think they're just the type to be like "well I'm happy so why would I need to know every little detail about what this is ?? 😊") and he doesn't really understand the nature of your relationship himself HELP

He just knows it's not romantic, and that really puts him at ease

I think Aventurine is like. EXTREMELY toxic in a romantic relationship because the though of that sort of commitment scares him on a very deep and personal level and it FREAKS. HIM. OUT. but I think a platonic relationship, even if it's just as deep, freaks him out a little less. It just feels different yknow ?

Idk how to formulate myself but I think that, after being looked at for like basically his whole life as a commodity (and, even worse, a literal sex object), the thought of being looked at without ANY sexual desire or romantic interest just really kind of puts him at ease.

Especially in this read of him as demi/aroace, I think he'd appreciate being seen in a purely platonic light. I personally don't think he is aroace in the way I normally write him, but even in the way I usually write him I do think a queerplatonic relationship would be deeply comforting for him

Like, think reader being aroace and being in a queerplatonic relationship with him and he's like actually in love with them,,, I don't think he'd mind that too much. He'd think it was so nice that you love him enough to be in a relationship even if you don't romantically love him. Even if it would be nice too if you did desire him that way, he'd like it either way

Sorry got off track there mb

Queerplatonic relationships are tricky to write because there is no real "norm" for what they entail like,, fuck man I'M aroace and I barely know what it means to be in a qpps

Like,, from my understanding it can be essentially the same as a "normal" relationship where you kiss and get married and have kids and all that stuff but you do it without romantic intent

or it can be a friendship that just goes really really deep, and you're just like,,,, idk roomates PLS

But I think a qpps with Aventurine would be somewhere inbetween what others would think a "normal" romantic relationship would be and just a very close friendship

I already mentioned cuddles, and like chaste kisses to more "safe/platonic" areas (forehead, top of head, hands etc). You sleep in the same bed and you basically go on dates ("not-dates" lol). I think he'd be fine with like kisses to the lips and playful flirting, but he wouldn't want to make out or have sex. He would however love to cuddle naked lol (the intimacy without any sexual intent,,,, yeahyeah I hope you get me here I lovveee lovelove the idea of just touching him and it's just sweet and urghhghh)

Everyone else definitely thinks the two of you are in love and neither of you correct people because who cares

Esp Aventurine I don't think he WANTS others to know what you are to a point where he'll actively try to make it seem more like a romantic relationship in front of others

Because what you are is very precious to him, and he maybe feels just slightly maybe just a bit irrationally possessive over the concept of your relationship PLS

Like no he doesn't want anyone to understand your bond. That is SPECIAL. It is only for him and you to understand back off

I love my toxic unhealthy mentally deranged king

I think I've said everything I wanted to say now so I'm ending it off here. Worst case scenario I'll be back with a part 2 or a reblog to add more LMAO I just can't shut up bro

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Thanks for reading I appreciate it !!! I hope this was at least somewhat comprehensible <3 Remember that my inbox is open and I lovelovelove to receive requests <3

[cream-stew]

ou em gee!! i have been like,,, obsessed with capitano lately

plsplsplsplsplsss write dom!capitano fuckign the readers brains out after a meeting w the other harbingerss (reader prolly teased em a bit during said meeting,,,) :33

anywayyy,, if its fine w/ u, could i be 🦦 anon???

🔞 minors dni

warnings: afab reader, rough sex, creampie, size kink, squirting, multiple orgasms

// note: yeah feel free to use that emoji🤝

you always sit next to him during meetings, but today you're way too fucking horny to pay any attention to whoever is speaking…

your hand sneaks towards him, sliding down to cup his bulge, and you're immediately swatted away. 

how boring! can't he tell that you just want him to rail you!! 

you try again and again, even writing him a cute little note as if you were in school again, "let's ditch the meeting, I want you!!", but he just doesn't budge… you even try hooking your leg over his, but it's not a good position to even try and rub his cock with your leg, so that's useless too :(

someone else starts speaking and you try to pay attention for a while, but you really don't care :( you start thinking of all the ways he could fuck you, bend you over right here in front of everyone, and you're soaking through your panties before long… which isn't great, since he's still ignoring you :((

you're dejected by the time the meeting ends, you think he's just not in the mood today, but suddenly as you stand from your chair he picks you up by your waist and drags you away?!

he drags you all the way into an empty store room, not even making it to his spacious rooms upstairs, and your feet touch the floor just for a moment as he rips up your pants and underwear, then picks you up again and slots you against his clothed erection.

grinning, you reach down to free his huge cock, and hold it in both hands as you guide it to your sopping wet pussy, helping it slide inside with no friction at all despite the size.

he starts fucking you at a harsh pace immediately, knowing that you don't even need time to adjust anymore, and he just goes to town on your cute lil pussy, so so small compared to his huge cock, yet so eager it barely matters.

he holds your hips in a bruising grip all the while, holding you still as he fucks you so thoroughly, and you cum over and over on him, creaming his cock and squirting as you try to muffle your desperate moans.

when he finally cums too you've lost count of your own orgasms, and even now the only thing you can feel is the insane load he's pumping directly in your womb, coating your guts in his thick cum and keeping you plugged on his cock as he catches his breath, preparing to go for a second round.

[trendywaifus]

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WELCOME !

first and foremost guys, this blog is a multi-fandom blog! i write for whatever i like and i also write whatever y’all like thru requests, thirsts, etc. there will be times where ill lean into a particular fandom more than the other so yeah!

this is also a wlw/gn blog so no male reader stuff. men are welcome to interact with blog, idc, just don’t be weird (so far, y’all been chilling bros) when you come to my asks and that goes for everyone else too.

when it comes to requests, im very slow and may not get to all of them. i read all requests/asks so please don’t feel like im ignoring you. if the request isn’t something I like or my brain is braining for it, i’ll go back to it later or i’ll tell you. all of the request pages are in the pinned posts too.

if requests are closed. .request are closed. I won’t delete your asks but it’s going to be marinating for a bit. even if requests are closed tho, thirsts/ideas you wanna share with me are welcome! i might write a lil dabble if it got me kicking my feet.

if you wanna talk to me about anything, go ahead. i’m all ears. as long as it isn’t some deep end wtf did u just say to me type shit, it’s okay!!!

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there’s things i absolutely won’t write for thats considered extreme dark content and makes me uncomfortable like

incest, step incest

watersports

rape/non-con

scat

pedophilia

and a bunch of others

BUT i’ll consider writing

yandere

dub-con

illnesses (sfw)

disabilities (sfw)

uhh, as for blank blogs, ageless blogs, umm idk, i don’t be checking like that but it’ll be nice if your age is on there. as for minors, if I happen to check your blog and see that you’re a minor and you’re interacting with my nsfw posts. .you’re GONNEEEEE.

k, that’s all folks, lmk when/if you have questions.

[azlrse]

hihiii! for the winter prompts list (if it’s not taken already), could we perhaps get a licorice x reader with 🔥?

iloveyourwritingbtwlIKEHOLYCRAP i’ve been juuust a lil obsessed with licorice these past few days after i started cookie run but it’s healthy i sWE A R and anyway your self ship stuff gives me serotonin that is all

Warmth in the Fireplace (Licorice Cookie x GN Cookie!Reader)

CW: none, just fluff!

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone!!! And also, thank you for the compliment, anon!!

You were walking around the small village to get some decorations for the christmas tree and the sound of laughter of the small cookies makes you at ease. You were apart of Dark Enchantress' followers, one of the cookies of darkness but most of your peers didn't know of your dark affiliation due to your friendly appearance.

Feeling the cold wind on your face was the best feeling you ever felt. You were endlessly cooped up inside of the dark castle where the mistress of darkness resides. You didn't hesitate to greet back at the villagers as they say their seasonal greetings towards you. Knowing that your allies despised these cookies whom they call weak and ignorant, you still reply with a smile and replying their words with the same greetings.

You were a bit surprised when your master insisted that she now allows you all to celebrate christmas, which makes you really excited and thanking her profusely. You really loved celebrating that holiday every since you were just a freshly baked cookie.

While returning back to Crimson Badlands, you saw Licorice and Dark Choco struggling to bring in a huge tree towards the castle doors. "Woah guys, you need help? This tree is kinda huge." The fallen prince only stared at you but gives a small nod, indicating that your help is much appreciated. However, the sorcerer imposed the idea that you helped them.

He was a bit of a show off and insisted that his licorice servants will help the both of them but still, you still wanna help the both of them. Licorice fancied and really liked you, not because of your skills on black sugar magic but you didn't teat him harshly like Pomegranate do. Yeah sure, he wants your help but didn't want to because you are already exhausted with your shopping session.

But in your perspective, you don't want Dark Enchantress to be disappointed to your allies and to get the job done early. Plus, the snow was about to fall heavier and you don't want these two to catch a cold.

After the tree was decorated with lights and ominous figurines, the group went into separate ways. You joined with Poison Mushroom to see his mushroom collection and was curious about its effects when a cookie indigest the substance.

Despite having a fireplace on the castle's living room, you still felt a bit cold and your thick winter coat doesn't help either. So, you proceeded to sit infront of the fireplace. The warm and the smell of oak and burnt wood makes you at ease as you closed your eyes and envisioned that you finally found peace in the orange and yellow glow of the warm element.

Licorice saw you all alone in the fireplace and saw this opportunity to make a move for you. He was really nervous to sit beside you but wants to spend time with you. The small cookie senses the sorcerer's nervousness and proceeded to hand him a blanket. This cookie knows that Licorice really liked you, helping him out is one of the things is the least they can do.

He proceeded to walk beside you and without a word, sat beside you in silence. You were startled a bit when you felt the soft fabric of his thick robe. This makes you really warm on the side when the cookie you had a crush on sat beside you.

"Licorice, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in your room?"

"I only accompany you because you seem alone. I'm only doing this because I didn't have else to do."

"If you say so, Licorice."

Silence was engulfed at the end of the conversation. Your eyes closed as you rest your head on his shoulder, making him flustered. When Licorice saw that it's just the two of the empty living room, he saw that it's his chance to cuddle with you. Staring the blanket that Poison Mushroom Cookie gave him earlier, he wants to put his arm around you as the soft and fluffy blanket engulfed the two of you.

But he saw you shivering a bit, so he has no choice but to make the move first.

You felt the blanket and his arm draped around you. Despite your tired state, you felt the blush creeping on your face. You were about to say something but Licorice spoke first. "Just- just rest for a bit. It's just the two of us here." You only smiled a bit, gripping his torso as a way to receprocate his affections.

If you could just look up, you could see the small and rare smile Licorice has on his face. Spending time with the cookie he liked the most really makes his day, alone in the fireplace.

Before you drifted off to sleep, you felt a small peck on your head and Licorice spoke but tries his best to not wake you up. "Merry Christmas, my dear. How I wish to tell you how I truely felt for you.."

Well, looks like you're going to hang a mistletoe somewhere on the castle, specifically his work room.

Do not republish, edit, or repost to other websites.

Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 💕

[gubler-me-up]

Lost in Translation

Request(s): Hey :) Can i make a Spencer request? Something like that episode in Mexico, with a bilingual reader please <3 Like a trip and he realizes that the reader can speak Spanish, he's kinda mesmerized and she helps the team to get more information about the unsub

hey beautiful :) could u write something (literally anything) where the reader speaks another language or like they have an australian accent or smthg and they have to like translate for the team and spencer just thinks it’s the hottest thing in the world and then the reader gets real worked up and starts yelling in the other language and spencer is just like skdkdmend,,,,u don’t have to if u don’t wanna but like i love u sm ur amazing 

A/N: Thanks for the first request @cryingforwill​ and shout out to the anon who sent the second request! Can y’all believe this is my last fic of 2020? Being posted early? New year, new me (maybe)! Thank you to everyone who has been reading and supporting my work for the last four months of 2020 you literally ROCK 🗣 btw I am by no means bilingual (maybe a lil French but that’s it) so all the Spanish being spoken in this fic is straight from Google Translate so pls forgive me if it doesn’t translate properly and if you’re like me and don’t know Spanish pls have Google Translate on deck while reading

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader

Category: Fluff

Content warning: Swearing, semi-nudity, mentions of violence 

Word count: 2k

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It was rare that the team travelled abroad for a case but when an unsub was on the run to Mexico they had no choice to follow their tracks. The team landed in Mexico within a day of finding out the unsub had fled. They didn’t waste time scoping out places the unsub could possibly be according to eyewitness reports.

Unfortunately for Spencer he got stuck with surveilling at the beach with Morgan in the hot sun. They made sure to dress for the part by wearing swim trunks and sunglasses. Well, that’s what Morgan was wearing. Spencer opted to wear a white t-shirt,  brown khaki pants and a pair of black converse.

Morgan had begged him to change into something else so he wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb. Spencer insisted that if he just stayed on the outskirts of the beach he would look like a tourist sightseeing. The explanation earned him an eye roll and look of disappointment from Morgan.

No matter the amount of disappointment Morgan felt, the surveillance plan went as planned. Morgan went on the beach to blend in with locals and tourists so he could ask people if they had seen the unsub as well as scoping the area for him. Spencer stayed just at the border of the beach surveilling the area. Whenever someone would pass by he would ask them if they had seen the unsub.

From a handful of people ignoring him to them just giving him a weird look, he felt as if he actually did look a bit weird in his attire. He sighed and decided it might be best if he did some surveillance from the car with his pair of binoculars. Before he could turn around to leave, a volleyball hit his feet.

He looked down and picked it up. He had no idea why he picked it up considering he didn’t know who to give it to. Even if he did he wouldn’t embarrass himself trying to hit it back to the person it belonged to. Volleyball was apart of his long list of sports he wasn’t good at.

“Hey, sorry, that’s mine.”

He looked in the direction of where the voice was yelling. He raised his eyebrows in surprise as he saw a gorgeous woman running towards him. He tried to be respectful and not stare for too long considering she was wearing a bikini. He didn’t want her to think he was a creep or even worse, the unsub.

She smiled as she made her way right in front of him. She held out her hands for him to give her back the ball. He looked down at her hands and then at his. He silently went “oh” as he realized he still had the ball in his hand.

“Sorry,” he said as he handed her the ball.

She looked him up and down with a questionable look. She looked back at his face. Spencer for sure thought she was going to treat him like the rest and pretend he just wasn’t there. To his surprise she smiled at him.

“¿Eres de eta zona?” She asked.

He shook his head. “No, no lo soy.”

She giggled. “Por la forma en que mataste tu sentencia, puedo decir que eres de los Estados Unidos.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Supongo que eras de la zona.”

She nodded her head. She reached into her bikini top. He watched carefully to see what she was about to pull out. He then realized there’s no way she could be hiding a weapon in her bikini top so he strayed his eyes away from her breast.

She saw how flustered he had become and laughed at how his pale face turned red. She pulled out her I.D. card to show him who she was. He looked at her surprised when he read her identification.

“My name’s Y/N Y/L/N. I’m originally from America myself but I opted to work for the Policía Federal after serving my time as a special agent at the FBI California headquarters. I’m here to be of assistance to you and your team, agent,” she said.

“How did you know I was-”

“My team was informed by your unit chief, Aaron Hotchner, that an unsub had crossed over to our borders, so we know everyone on your team. Also, no one dresses like that unless they’re undercover.”

Spencer looked down at his attire. He guessed Morgan had a valid point of him sticking out. She laughed and grabbed his hand to escort him onto the beach. He hesitantly held back.

“I hate sand in my shoes,” he complained.

“Well, you should have worn sandals. Aren’t you the genius of the group? Dr. Spencer Reid? How come you didn’t think of that?” She questioned as she yanked him onto the beach.

Spencer trailed behind her unwillingly. He could already feel the sand seeping into his shoes already. He would have been more upset but he was entering the beach for some reason Y/N hadn’t explained to him yet. Since she was on their side, there wasn’t a direct reason not to trust her.

“I wasn’t going to go onto the beach. My partner, Derek Morgan, is surveilling the beach,” he explained.

“The beach is the best part to surveil though. Seems to me you got the short end of the stick,” she said.

“It’s the stick I chose and I’m fine with it,” he said.

She giggled. “Tonto, tonto chico.”

“Uh, gracias?”

She led him over to an area where there was a blue beach towel set up with a cloth bag on it. She let his hand go and kneeled on the towel. He looked at her strangely as he watched her ruffling through her bag. She pulled out a bottle of sunscreen.

“Can you apply sunscreen to my back please?” She asked.

“I-I don’t know if-”

“Do you want to blend in or not, khaki pants?”

He looked down at his pants before looking back at her. She reached the bottle out to him and he didn’t feel as if he had a better option so he took it from her. She smiled as she scooted down to make some room for him to kneel behind her.

He went behind her and kneeled. He opened it up and squeezed a good amount on his hands. He rubbed his hands together before he started applying it to her lower back. He had to admit her skin was the softest thing he had ever touched.

“Crees que puedes seguirme si hablo español durante esta conversación?” She asked

“Intentaré,” he said.

“Excelente. Tengo un hueso personal que elegir con su sospechoso,” she said.

“Que hizo…Wait, what are you doing?” He asked.

Y/N reached one hand to the back of her bikini top and untied it. She held the front of it with her free hand so her breasts wouldn’t spill out, flustering Spencer anymore than he already was. She looked back at him with a smile as she saw him turn red again.

“You need to get the whole of my back,” she said.

“Uh…I guess?” He said.

“You sound unsure. Wait until you have to do the front,” she said.

“I what?” He choked.

“I’m kidding. We’ll save that possibility for another time,” she said with a wink before turning her head.

Spencer’s mouth was gaped open but he couldn’t find the words to say back to her. He honestly didn’t know what would be the appropriate way to respond to her. If Morgan was there he probably would have been even more disappointed by the way he was acting around Y/N.

“Your unsub, Eric Brown, almost killed my partner,” she said.

“I heard,” Spencer softly said.

“Ese hijo de puta nos sorprendió. Le disparó a mi compañero en el cuello y si no estuviera allí para evitar que se desangrara, habría estado muerto,” she said, gradually becoming louder in her tone.

“Lamento que tu y tu pareja hayan sido víctimas de él,” he said.

“¿Ser víctima de él? Si vuelvo a ver a ese hijo de puta voy a hacer que me caiga víctima,” she yelled.

He let her have her little moment because he knew how upsetting being in that type of situation could be. Even though he was upset for her, he couldn’t help think her yelling was tantalizing. It didn’t help he was enjoying rubbing her back with sunscreen and feeling her soft skin over and over again.

“Estamos aquí para ayudar en todo lo que podamos. Queremos hacer justicia a su pareja y a las otras víctimas de Brown,” Spencer said.

She turned around to look at him with a smile. He smiled back at her as he took his hands off of her. She looked down at the string that dangled at her side and then looked back at him. He didn’t need her to say anything and grabbed both strings on both sides of her to tie it around her back.

“Eres muy dulce, Spencer. Le devolveré el favor diciéndole esto: escuché de un informante hoy que Brown intentará esconderse en un carro de cargamento de drogas que se dirige a Cuba,” she said.

“Really?” He asked in shock.

“Sí. The shipment leaves in six hours, but the dock isn’t too far from here. If my hunch is right, he isn’t staying too far from the dock,” she said.

“Reid.”

They both looked up to see Morgan walking their way. Spencer immediately got up and dusted the sand off his pants. Y/N also got up and picked up all of her belongings off of the ground.

“Morgan, I-uh…I know what this might seem like but I was-um.”

“Hi, my name’s Y/N Y/L/N. I’m with the Policía Federal. I was informing agent Reid about Brown’s possible whereabouts,” she said.

“Yeah, apparently, he’s going to get on a drug shipment to Cuba in six hours,” Spencer whispered.

“He’s most likely hiding out somewhere north of Cancun,” she said.

“Great. Thanks for the information. Are your units scouting the area out?” Morgan asked.

She nodded. “Yes, but we’re not trying to penetrate the area directly. We have no idea what kind of people Brown has paired up with and he’s already attacked one of our own before, so we’re treading lightly.”

“Fair. I guess we’ll meet in six hours to catch him,” Morgan said as he reached out his hand.

Y/N grabbed it and shook it. “We definitely will, agent.”

As she let go of his hand, she looked over at Spencer. She smiled and reached out her hand. She noticed his hesitation to grab it, so she did him the favour and latched into his hand. She pulled him in and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

“Gracias por aplicarme protector solar en la espalda. Tal vez después de atrapar a este hijo de puta, podamos ser más íntimos,” she said into his ear.

She pulled away from him and saw that confused yet intrigued look on his face again. She laughed before waving them both goodbye. They both watched as she walked off from their sight into the overcrowded beach.

Morgan flopped his arm around Spencer’s shoulders. Spencer looked at Morgan to see a grin spanning from ear to ear. He sighed as he already knew what Morgan was going to say.

“So you spent the time you were supposed to be surveilling rubbing on a hottie’s back?” Morgan asked

“How about we don’t talk about it?” Spencer said as he shrugged off Morgan’s arm and started to walk away.

“You can’t keep your secret move from me,” Morgan said as he walked behind him.

“What secret move?” Spencer asked.

“The “standing there out of place but yet attract all the ladies to me” move,” Morgan said.

Spencer smirked. “I would teach you if I knew why it happened.”

Morgan chuckled. “You know what, I think I’m more content with you finally not knowing an answer for something than I am with you getting a potential date.”

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[aquagustd]

the story being a love triangle has nothing to do w it.. the problem is when some of you guys villainise the good guy (tae) and twist the true motive of the bad guy (jk) into something else. it’s a thing where sometimes the readers go too far and begin to change the characteristics of hie jk like refusing to accept that he’s in love w sora and ignoring the bad stuff he’s done to oc just bc he kissed her (which he did w no consent but thats another discussion)

i cant lie sometimes it’s like you guys disregard everything yus says which can be annoying

[this is the way i see it pls don’t take any offense]

@ anon from 🫶🏾 anon

that’s what i mean !! at first i was okay with joking about oc ending up with jk. but then saw that some readers were taking it too seriously. and then they’re constantly suspecting tae, when jks faults are there for us to see. that’s what i mean & that’s what put me off condoning reader x jk even a lil bit (when we’re only half way through)

and i think it’s funny for that anon to say “it’s just a story” when i’m the one who’s constantly reminding everyone that it is 😭

honestly contemplating whether or not i should post the next chapter tonight bc my head is spinning with all this.

[isthisthingeven0n]

look, nothing happened, really : j.w

brief summary: during a work trip with your friend jeff, you somehow end up sleeping together and try to act as if it never happened. but that would be easier said than done.. 

word count:  2.1k requested: yes by the sweetest ass anon and this idea omg i love love LOvE it! warnings: nothing that i’m aware of?? 

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it hasn’t been approved me unless specified. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK - IT IS ALL MY OWN WRITING

It was your first trip away with a company, and the only other person you knew who was going happened to be Jeff. You didn’t mind the fact he’d be your buddy, your go-to guy on this trip because he’s Jeff, your friend.

“Come on, it’s a weekend, you’ll love it.” Jeff wraps his arm around your shoulders, tugging you against him as he squeezes you playfully. “Now where’s your bag?”

“I can carry it, Jeff.” You chuckle as you pick it up, only for Jeff to quickly intervene and carry it out to his car. “Such a gentleman.” You batt your eyes at him, watching as he covers his heart before you climb into the passenger seat, setting off to the airport to meet everyone else.

As Jeff drives, you can tell he’s glancing over, ensuring you’re still awake. “You know anyone on this trip?” Jeff speaks up, breaking you from your attempted slumber.

Resting your cheek against your hand, you shake your head. “Can’t say I do beside you.” You tell him with a small smile, watching as a proud look crosses his face. “It’s mostly small creators across various platforms, be a good chance to meet new people.” You shrug your shoulder lightly, noting Jeff nodding as he turns into the airport parking.

“Well, let’s meet the team I guess.” Jeff shrugs your bag over his shoulder despite your protests as you follow closely behind, camera in hand to start recording.

*

“Psst, Jeff?” You nudge him lightly as his head remains on your shoulder, still fast asleep as the plane begins to descend. “We’re close to landing, bud.” You mutter, glancing up to the elderly lady sat beside him with a smile on her face.

“Young love, huh?” She chuckles, and you simply smile instead of correcting her as Jeff begins to stir.

“You’re comfy, Y/n.” He mumbles before opening his eyes, suddenly remembering where he is as he clears his throat, sitting upright as his cheeks heat up momentarily. “So we’re almost there?” Jeff quickly changes the subject as he looks past you to see the view from your window.

Following his line of focus, you can see the beaches already. “I can’t wait to chill out on the beach.” You admit with a light sigh.

“Who knows what they’ve got planned for us.” Jeff adds as you turn to see him closer than you anticipated, not missing his brief glance to your lips before he relaxes back in his own seat.

Once you all made it to the hotel and checked into your suites, you immediately started filming. “Oh my god how cute! Look at these lil packs.” You pick up the gift package left by the brand, including a polaroid camera. “So cute!”

A knock on the door interrupts you filming. “Room service?” A familiar voice calls through the door and you roll your eyes, opening it to see Jeff stood with two iced coffees.

“You lifesaver.” You moan as you take a sip of the coffee, fighting back fatigue as Jeff wanders into your room, taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

“So, what’re you gonna do with your day? According to the plan outline, today is a free one.” Jeff explains, reaching into your box of goods and pulls out the plan for the next few days.

Reaching over, your eyes scan the plans and your smile widens. “We get to go scuba diving? No fucking way.” You giddily laugh and Jeff simply nods, trying to remain composed as you collapse on the bed beside him.

“Wanna go to the beach?” Jeff suggests, glancing over his shoulder to see you lying down with your eyes closed.

“Give me ten minutes.” You tell him as you force yourself back upright. “Let me get myself sorted. Meet you out front?” You pat his shoulder and Jeff departs, taking one longing look as you’re unable to wipe a smile from your lips.

Exiting from the elevator, you wander through the reception to see Jeff stood outside, patiently waiting.

“You waiting on someone, stranger?” You call out, watching as Jeff turns and rolls his eyes.

“Just some girl, not sure if she’s worth it yet.” He jokes, causing you to nudge him before wandering through the town, nearing the beach just a mile away. “We could’ve got a cab you know.” Jeff pitches in halfway, noting you drinking your water supply more frequently.

“Get better views this way, Jeff.” You comment, taking another swig at your water as you make it to the entrance of the beach. “Oh wow.” You breathe out, seeing the waves ripple as children play on the sand.

Once you and Jeff settle, you both relax in the silence of each others company. You didn’t feel the need to force conversation as you read your book, oblivious to Jeff wandering off and returning with two drinks.

“Technically, we aren’t working right now.” He reminds you as he passes you a rather strong cocktail, chuckling at how you squirm momentarily. “Might as well enjoy ourselves.”

You clink your glass against his, and before you know it you’re six drinks in and the sun is beginning to set.

“I think we should head back.” Your words slur as you try to stand up, feeling Jeff rest his hands on your waist to hold you up with ease. “Tomorrow is the banana boat.” You state and Jeff shakes his head.

“A few cocktails and you’re legless.” He chuckles before gathering your things, helping you back to the road where a cab is waiting. “Can you stay awake for just a few minutes?” He whispers as you sit beside him in the back of the cab, eyes closing as you begin to drift off beside him.

“No.” You mumble, missing his smile shared with the driver. “You’re cute, Jeff.” You yawn as you snuggle closer into him, unaware of Jeff tensing at your comment. “Like, in a hot way.” You laugh at your own sentence before tilting your head up to see Jeff looking down at you. “What? Did I say something bad?”

Before Jeff can respond, the cab pulls up outside of the hotel. “Come on, Y/n. Let's get you to bed.” Jeff mutters after paying the driver and helping you to the elevator.

“I said something bad, didn’t I?” You fight back tears as you hug your body, focusing on the floor.

“No, no you didn’t, Y/n.” Jeff reassures you, cupping your cheeks with his hands. “Just threw me off that’s all.” He smiles, seeing the way your eyes wander to his lips before shyly looking away. “But, you’re cute too, Y/n.” He adds quietly, unsure where this might lead to.

“You think so?” You mumble, your hands now resting on his waist, pulling him closer toward you.

“Course, I do, doll.” Jeff states as if it were obvious before leaning closer until his lips brush across yours.

*

The sound of your alarm causes you to stir and a quiet groan leaves your lips as you reach over, turning it off.

Forcing yourself up, you rub your eyes and head to the bathroom, oblivious to a sleeping figure in your bed.

As you return, fresh-faced and more alert, you scream at the sight of Jeff in your bed, lips ajar as a bit of drool hangs from his chin.

Upon hearing you scream, Jeff sits upright quickly, looking back at you with the same level of panic. “Why’re you in my room?” Jeff blurts out.

“Why’re you in my room?” You repeat back, motioning to the suitcase of yours still not fully unpacked.

You watch as Jeff pauses before his eyes widen as he points to you. “We slept together.” He states, and you quickly scoff, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Yeah, and I’m the CEO of YouTube.” You joke as you gather your things for the day ahead, ignoring his statement until you glance back to see him still sat in your bed, shirtless and frozen. “Jeff, you’re joking, right?” Your voice wavers slightly as Jeff focuses on you.

“I, I don’t think I am, Y/n.” He tells you with a guilty expression, causing you to groan loudly as you try to wrack your mind for any clear memory of last night. “How much of last night do you remember?” Jeff rises from your bed, luckily in boxers as he picks up his pants, slipping them on.

Rubbing your eyes, you focus on him as he perches on the edge of your bed. “Erm, I remember being in the elevator and,” You trail off as you can picture pieces of last night. Making out with Jeff in the elevator, his hands rising beneath your shirt whilst you fumbled with his belt. Dragging him back to your room, undressing each other and-

“Y/n?” Jeff cuts you off, and you clear your throat suddenly feeling the heat in the room rising.

“I remember it.” You state, scratching your arm lightly as Jeff nods. “We fucked up, right? Is this going to be awkward?” You question, but Jeff rises to his feet and walks toward you, kneeling down in front of you as his hands rest on your thighs.

“It doesn’t have to be,” Jeff shrugs his shoulder, smiling up to you. “do, do you regret it?” The question quietly leaves his lips, but to his surprise, you shake your head.

“Does that make things awkward?” You chuckle before looking away from Jeff’s intense gaze.

“Not at all, angel.” Jeff speaks up, catching you off guard as he tugs on your hands, pulling you back onto the bed.

*

“So, we both know the plan, right?” You double-check as Jeff drives back toward David’s house, snickering at your rising nerves.

Reaching out, Jeff takes a hold of your hand, running his thumb over your skin. “Baby, we discussed it enough,” Jeff reassures you, but you can’t help but sigh heavily. “no one will know, it was just a trip and nothing happened.” He repeats the agreement, glancing over to see you nod.

“I just don’t want anyone knowing, not yet.” You admit, not wanting to burst the bubble you’re currently enjoying with Jeff.

“They won’t know, I can assure you of that.” Jeff brings your hand close to his lips, kissing it softly as you roll your eyes, taking your hand back with a light laugh.

Arriving at David’s you both walk in, fresh from the airport and immediately you’re greeted with a hug from Todd. “Don’t take Jeff away again, Y/n. David’s been terrorising me without him.” He pleads and you look over to see David simply shrug his shoulders.

“Sure thing, Todd.” You nudge him as you move over to sit on the sofa with everyone else, Jeff soon following and sitting beside Todd on the other end of the sofa.

“So, how was it? You’re both glowing!” Erin comments and you nod along, looking over to Jeff who chuckles nervously.

“It was a lot of fun. We went scuba diving,” You start, but briefly pause. “Well, I did, Jeff was too chicken to.” You laugh and Jeff momentarily pouts before smiling back at you, a look that doesn’t go unnoticed by the others.

“I wasn’t, someone should stay on the boat, so I took that brave role.” He reminds you, ignoring the glance you share with Erin. “It was good to get away.” Jeff adds, trying to suppress his smile as he hears you laugh at something Erin said.

“So, nothing happened?” David speaks up, catching you off guard.

“What’d you mean?” You play it cool, leaning back on the sofa, ignoring the intense beating of your heart as you avoid focusing on Jeff.

David shrugs a shoulder, looking between you both. “I don’t know, Hawaii, drinks, just the two of you. Sounds romantic.” David laughs and you shake your head.

“It was far from romantic I can assure you. Someone was seasick most of the time.” You try to change the topic, but everyone focuses on Jeff.

“That so, Jeff?” David raises an eyebrow to Jeff, and you can see he’s trying not to crack as a nervous noise leaves his lips. “Nothing happened between you two, huh?”

Looking around at everyone, Jeff glances over to see you with wide eyes, pleading him to not say anything.

“Okay, so we slept together.” Jeff blurts out and you groan loudly, burying your face in your hands.

“Jeff! We agreed on this!” You yell back as everyone remains in a silent shock at the news.

“Sorry, Y/n.” Jeff mutters before walking over and sits beside you, taking your hand in his. “I’ll make it up to you.” He comments quietly whilst your friends try to process what they just heard and witnessed.

“No wonder you’re both glowing.” Carly breaks the ice, and you laugh, watching as Jeff simply nods.

[rk1kheadcanons]

I have a prompt idea if you’re down, no rush at all! I just love the idea of rk1k meeting in college & it just being the first time either of them experience this real and deep love for someone. Like Connor is more on the reserved side & maybe was a lil sheltered, & while Markus is more outgoing he still approaches their relationship very carefully at the start. Both of their feelings for one another develop so strong so quickly, & maybe it scares them a bit and they don’t want to admit it to the other at first just how deeply they’ve fallen for each other because their relationship is still rather new, but it just ends up evolving into this really powerful/beautiful relationship. Can u tell I’m feeling soft rn lol

It's okay Anon, we'll be soft together.

When Connor first enters college, he's still awkward and feels like this is highschool 2.0 all over again. He has no high hopes of it being better than the good times (sharing anecdotes and movie quips with Kara and Chloe in Drama class) or worst than the bad times he experienced (bullying he experienced at the hands of Gavin Reed c/o the varsity football team and fighting with his own closeted feelings).

Connor expected his experiences to just...be.

Connor didn't come here for a good time; he didn't come here for any sort of time. All he intends to do is finish his criminology degree within these four years and dip.

Within a couple of months, he's more sure of himself. He's met some good friends like Simon and Daniel, and Simon's main squeeze, Josh. Daniel and he are best bitches 4 life at the start. He then meets North in English composition and the same happens all over again. The boss WLW and MLM solidarity were real.

He grows into himself with his friends. Now recognizes that he's a hot, gay bitch that has little time for messy people and likes to keep it that way.

He wears a camouflage of the 'shy, sweet type' so he can move around and be unseen easily even as he is constantly on the swivel, partly why he decided to become a detective: he was perfect for it.

His dad thought so too. Had said he would be so dangerous in their respective field because of how he was. He knew Connor was fucking manipulative and maniacal with the cutesy face and dangerous martial arts he'd learned-he'd raised him ofc. That adorable face was a damned front and Hank would guffaw when people fell for it.

Gavin Reed was the first to get his comeuppance senior year of high school and learn this. Connor had played the scared, shy guy- he'd then proceeded to beat the sounds and colors right out of Gavin's raggedy ass.

Now Connor had a damned fan. That bitch followed him to college he was so sprung n that ass whooping. Maybe he gave him brain damage?

Connor ignored him like he did everyone else on campus he wasn't trying to see. He remained reserved and clean-cut. Very few had seen the real him.

Connor had also vowed to not look for a relationship with anyone either in college. Bootycalls? Okay. Something to scratch that itch so he could remain focus on his studies, alright, but not a whole romantic situation.

Connor was just trying to get rid of Gavin for the umpteenth time since this year had started and of fucking course the rest of the football team was there. Gavin didn't know the meaning of "no" and "personal space" and was going to press the issue.

Here steps forward this God of a man. He checks Gavin and Connor's heart in a couple of words.

Gavin's threatened; Connor's titillated.

Markus Manfred enters stage left.

Stupid Markus Manfred and his stupid face, and his stupid heterochromia and stupid kissable mouth. Literally, fuck this dude.

No, literally, fuck him against some fucking lockers in the locker room after Markus winning game right now, get in him, because, because...

God, the way Markus chased his mouth with his own. The way he'd been stripped and lifted as he weighed next to nothing, the quick yet superb preparation on the fly and then the feeling of him quickly and effectively just getting inside... Connor's one leg shook with the stimulus, his other loosely hung around Markus waist for dear life.

Rip to his pants.

He can feel how he's being physically jostled by the other's larger hands, one on his side, the other under his thigh and it's just-

Connor's face is hot and flushed and he knows it. His damned eyes keep fluttering like he's seizing, mouth open and quite possibly drooling like he cannot control his facial muscles, control the noises pouring out of himself as every stroke inside of him touches that one sensitive spot just right.

His nails bite into Markus beautiful copper skin, flecked in freckles as Connor yells out his joyous release to everyone within a three-mile radius.

When it's said and done, they both had to recap how they even got into this scenario.

Neither were complaining, not really, just really taken aback that had happened out of the blue like that and felt so natural. Markus had been chiding Gavin about being a creep, to which Connor amended he was a stalking creep. It hadn't flown over we'll with Markus since he was the captain of the team.

Gav was hazed, he was pissed and retreated. They had stayed and talked to each other. Just talked. Markus invited him to that evening game to which Connor advised he'd already be at because he was a band member. It was early and they had parted but that whole day was filled with happenstance's of Markus appearance and talking to him. The pull had been strong.

The attraction was overwhelming and it was a bit terrifying for both parties to admit. They had just been talking to each other. Nothing significant or substantial.

Markus felt maybe he was riding a gaming win high along with his obvious attraction to Connor.

Connor felt like maybe it was mutual attraction and appreciation for him.

They both left it at that. Where Connor had not seen Markus before, he now began seeing him everywhere: in passing, in some classes, he acts as a student assistant for additional credit and functions.

Connor being in the college band and having a very beautiful jock show him this sort of attention was flattering he has to admit, and that he's a bit curious about him.

Markus asks him out on an official date.

Connor really wants to scoff at him because the scared, nerdy kid inside of him says this is a trap, he's doing this for an elaborate prank, that this is somehow tied to Gavin and you will regret this.

Connor has a hard time believing that someone that looks like Markus would genuinely be interested in a person like him. Then again, he had just blown his back out magnificently not that long ago.

Markus is all warm and fuzzy, bubbly and chipper and Connor gets drunk on the free serotonin every time they meet.

He takes the plunge and says yes to the date and has never regretted it.

The conversation is immaculate, the expectations realistic and superb, and Markus is not just a jock: he's down to earth, adopted into money but lives simply. He wants to be a painter like his dad...

His father is the Carl Manfred, the famous painter and Connor feels like he had an aneurysm.

Connor tells Markus about his Lieutenant Dad, Henry 'Hank' Anderson. How he was the youngest lieutenant on the Detroit police force and Markus stupidly and excitedly smiles and says "I know! I was such a fan of your dad. He helped my dad when art thieves were stealing one-of-a-kind art from the museum!"

Connor is so damned smitten with this lovely creature that it's insane. He thinks he really might lo..like Markus a lot.

Connor's thoughts derail at the word choice a scowl on his face. What was he, 10?

Markus would run away so damned fast if he said those words to him. Just because they'd been going out and now regularly intimate didn't make it love, right? Why, then, did it bother Connor that it felt so right only with this man?

Markus notices the sour disposition Connor has, tries to get him back into the conversation, and even though Connor says he's okay, Markus knows that he's withdrawn from the conversation fully.

Unbeknownst to Connor, Markus had his strong feelings as well over the matter.

He was feeling Connor hard. It blindsided him and he knew that he needed to talk about this with Connor, lest one or both of them get hurt.

They both had fallen hard, much harder than they thought they would.

Instead of that talk Markus promised himself he was mature and level-headed enough for them both to have or even Connor just acknowledging the truth of the matter, they left the relationship in a sort of limbo, as is, neither wanting to face that four-letter word headlong in such a brutally honest way, fear that maybe just maybe what each of them had been feeling wasn't that and neither wanted the hurt if it wasn't L O V E.

I have more ideas on this one but I'll cut it for now because it's huge for a Tumblr post, lol. If it gets some interest, I have no problem with continuing it in another post of my own. HMU if you do like like. 😘

[sanjiaftersex]

≋shy anon≋

(≧∇≦)ﾉ Thanks for all the love and support, you're so nice! 😊 I'm sending you and everyone else positivity, support and luck!

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In less happy news (it's nothing serious), my regular babysitting job ended today. I've been babysitting for one of my mom's friends for almost 5 years now. I've babysat this boy from 5 months old up to 4 years old. He turns 5 soon. Anyway, they're moving away next month and it's got me quite emotional. (┬┬﹏┬┬)

We'll see them again in the future for sure but I'll just be sad for a bit over not seeing him regularly anymore. He's a delight, I love him. 🥺

Geez, I need to send myself some extra positivity (like some distracting Naruto content) so I'm not an emotional mess for the next month.

Anyway, I'm done rambling! Have a lovely day.

NOOOOOO 😭 i understand why you're feeling sad, the little boy grew up in front of you and babies are so adorable 🥺

i do this thing where i sit and let myself feel my emotions for like a few hours, and then get over it and distract myself. if i ignore being sad, i feel numb inside. 💀

that baby has such great people in his life who love him so much, I'm happy just thinking about it 🥺 hope you reunite with your lil baby friend soon ❤️

[thepictureofsdr]

I know when they first came about TMT were compared quite a bit with the marauders (though I didn’t join tumblr until a few months after ChoG) but I’ve been reading Harry Potter and looking on it actually:

James - James

Matthew - Sirius

Thomas - Remus

Christopher - Peter

Because: Sirius being charming & headstrong but not always in a good way (like his ongoing rivalry with Snape) screams Matthew, just like comparisons with James & James are fairly straightforward (although JH is more judgmental than arrogant? if you know what I mean?). (& Lily/Daisy??) And the loss of James in relation to how he hasn’t been himself for years plays similarly to the loss of JP so young?

But. Thomas knowing what some of his friends (& himself) do is wrong but not stopping them & being clever & kind is very Lupin behaviour. And this is nothing against Kit - none of TMT are exactly like the marauders - his obliviousness to the worse parts of the friendship, & not quite understanding everything that goes in between them reminds me a lot of Peter. (cough Kit being a Slytherin discourse)

In many ways I see the potential for all these characters to overcome flaws in the ways some of the hp characters weren’t able to: Tom standing up against his friends, Kit and his talent being recognised, Math/Alastair ending their rivalry, etc. They could be the marauders with a happy ending

(Sorry this is so long :/ it’s fine if you ignore it because it’s fairly rambly - I just wanted to say I love reading your posts!)

THIS IS SO SMARTTTTTTTTT YESSS ABSOLUTELY

okay first yes absolutely, both the james kinda being the leaders in some way of the group, and sometimes being the only voice of reason. and i think we could draw a comparison to james herondale losing his youth to grace, but potter also loses his youth the war that started when they were all young (not exactly the same time period of youth but still) and i def see what you mean about the arrogance vs judgment, id say its bc potter is more the extrovert so his haughty emotions come out more exuberantly as a loud arrogance, whereas herondales quieter nature has them manifest as more subtle emotions like judgment

SIRIUS AND MATTHEW my lil tortured gay artist assholes. they 100% have that detached coping mechanism, where they both care almost too deeply about things but only let it out as a borderline annoying disattached mindset from the world that comes off as that careless aloofness ie, both of them being seen as the more prominent jokesters in the group while literally dying inside, as well as the deep set family trauma they both have. also chronic flirts.

w the recent marauders renaissance, i saw someone point out that james is actually the mum friend not remus, james is more likely to tuck you into bed while remus is more likely to pull an all nighter doing something stupid, he just seems to have his life together and that fits thomas so well 😭 they’re both the good boy that everyone assumes to be the most sensible and mature when in reality they are absolutely unhinged under the surface its quite beautiful, they somehow manage to be the most mentally stable AND unstable ones of the group, along with the shared love and exasperation for their friends, they’d get along so well

and yes 100% kit and peter being the underappreciated slightly out of it besties who don’t fully follow what the group is doing but are just happy to be there (and everyone else is equally happy to have them along for the ride) i know i started the 2021 alastair ravenclaw discourse but im not deep enough into kits characterization to make a strong case so i just tag along with headcanons of how everyone else’s ideas fit into my sacred ravenclaw!alastair and something!kit friendship 😭

tmt healing marauders trauma? absolutely beautiful i don’t fully trust cassie but all i can do is hope

(I LOVE LONG ASKS i’ve gotten my life under control so now i can answer everything properly >:) smooches and hugs to you anon mwah <3)

[bread0nhead]

I had this idea thats been bugging me for hours, I imagine the reader is with LOV or shigaraki on a mission in a bar or somewhere where they need a destruction so the reader has an idea goes behind the mini stage and steals a red dress and goes to sing and everyone is just shocked Btw they could be singing sway by Michael buble and u can put some smut if u want💕💕 Btw sorry if I request a lot it’s just ur such an amazing writer and ur writing makes it much more better 💕 Z

Feeling good 18+

This reminds me of the scene in She-Ra where scorpia distracts everyone by singing 🎤 I love that scene 😊

Anon requested a song change to “feeing good” so I am not ignoring their request XD

I changed this a bit, and made it a lil more..... scandalous....

Shigaraki x F! Reader

🎤🎤🎤🎤

You and the rest of the League of Villians stood in a crowd, hidden behind black suede masks like everyone else in the room. The black rabbit is a underground club where anyone can indulge without the fear of judgement or social status. Hidden in cloaks and masks made everyone equal- they could be heros, villains or civilians. When shigaraki caught wind of some high up hero’s basking in such an environment as the one they are in now- he saught it as the perfect opportunity to either get damaging information. Or to damage the hero directly.

The black rabbit is over 12,000 sqft of space to get lost in. You and your group were flooded in a sea of black cloaks. The only faces you could see clearly was the staff and entertainment. Naked men and women danced inside metal cages. Nude waitstaff walked around offering drinks and hors d'oeuvres. The whole atmosphere is highly sexual and mysterious. It’s no wonder everyone wears a disguise, which also means any hero here would have their reputations ruined if anyone found out. Perfect. Shigaraki tells his group they should split into teams. You and shigarakis quirks work best together, so he didn’t even have to tell the group who he would be with. Compress went with spinner, Toga with Twice and Dabi went on his lonesome. Being alone with Shigaraki in here was suffocating. There has always been unspoken sexual tension between the two, and to now be surrounded by seduction made the mood even more intense. You would walk by private rooms hidden behind curtains with orgies going on. The screams and moans you would both hear, would cause you two to giggle at each other then end in a long stair and heavy blushing. You wanted to behind one of those curtains with him, making those same sounds. The moment is ended when a naked woman walks up behind Shigaraki, and stokes his back up and landing with her arm resting against his shoulder. She offers a good time and with her other hand gestures “pay me” with her fingers. He gives a quick glance down at her exposed breasts, then looks behind her at you. Disgust and anger were heavily painted in your expressions. He knows he could technically go off with the sex worker- you two are not a couple, but he also knows how that would hurt the both of you. Shigaraki gives a scoff, removing himself from the situation. He grabs your hand and drags you away to continue your search for heros. When he begins to remove his hand away from you, you lock your fingers in with his. Shigaraki doesn’t flinch at the sudden change, but his hand grips tighter and you can see the tips of his ears turning red.

A buzz in your back pocket goes off, looking at the notifications on your screen. You see a message from Toga in the group chat. She alerts the group that her and Twice think they spotted a hero. But there is too many people, and everyone is too hidden in a disguise to know for sure. You drop your hand from Shigaraki, and both start your decent twords Togas location. Your mind kept wondering to the naked woman hanging off him, thinking about what would of happened if he went with her. You felt jealous and annoyed. Nothing even happened, but you couldn’t stop thinking of the what-ifs. A petty side of you wanted to make him feel that way too. Maybe then he will finally lock down this weird situation- and make this into something that really matters.

“I see them up a head.”

You reply with nothing but an accepting hum. You know he probably is picking up on your weirdness right now. Once you meet up with the rest of the group, Toga subtly points out the suspected hero’s. To do this right, they had to be discreet. Which is a word not in their vocabularies.

“So all we need is to get them to expose who they are? Right?”

“That or kill ‘em”

“Let’s kill them all! We should take a more stealth approach.”

You saw this as a perfect opportunity, for the team...and yourself. You sneak away from the group, heading off to the suspected hero’s.

“Hi, boys....”

You caress the chest of the taller stronger man in the group of potential heros. You bat your long lashes that in coated in a black smokey eye look. Your (e/c) contrasted through the heavy makeup and black mask.

“You boys look like a fun group to hang around~”

One of the men hover their hand at the lower of your back, letting his hand come dangerously close to your ass.

“How about you put on a little show for us?”

You could recognize the voices, having a good idea who was behind the masks.

“Okay, stay there and watch boys. This one is for you”

~~~~

“Where the hell is Y/N?”

“No idea... she was just here with us.”

Shigaraki growns and cursed under his breath. He hates when you just get up and leave. The good news is, you are completely unknown to hero’s and the media. He made sure your identity was always kept hidden to protect you. Honestly, you kinda hated it. You are proud to be apart of the LOV. You wouldn’t mind flaunting that shit. You are a sexy bad ass, the media would have a damn picnic with you.

“Uhhhh, Shigaraki....I found her.”

Dabi turned Shigaraki around, facing him twords the stage. There you stood, changed into a very sight long red silk dress that had a very high and open slit running up the side. The mask and consealing cloak are removed. Your hair is flowing down, so elegantly. The stage lights illuminate you and make you shine. Shigaraki was pissed, absolutely fuming. But when he started to think about why, he realized it’s not because you did such a careless thing. But because all eyes are on what’s his. The dress leaves nothing to the image. Your beauty is on full display for everyone to gawk at. He was seeing red, and it wasn’t just your dress.

“Birds flying high

You know how I feel

Sun in the sky

You know how I feel

Breeze driftin' on by

You know how I feel”

The red he feels begins to cool down, your voice.... he’s never heard it sound so beautiful before. Your hand glides up the microphone stand, and his eyes are hypnotized by how your fingers look so dainty. He began to think about those hands, them dusting over his skin; gripping around his manhood.

“It's a new dawn

It's a new day

It's a new life

For me

And I'm feeling good

I'm feeling good”

Feeling...good. Shigaraki wanted to feel that, having the feeling being delivered by your touch. Your lips looked so plump as they sang to the crowd. He imagined how those lips would taste. How they would feel as they sucked on his skin and bit at his flesh.

“Fish in the sea

You know how I feel

River running free

You know how I feel

Blossom on a tree

You know how I feel

It's a new dawn

It's a new day

It's a new life

For me

And I'm feeling good”

Your hips began to sway with the music. Your body but him into a trance. He fantasized about his face between those hips, licking up your essence. Squeezing those hips as he’s diving deeper inside.

“Dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean, don't you know

Butterflies all havin' fun, you know what I mean

Sleep in peace when day is done, that's what I mean

And this old world is a new world

And a bold world

For me

For me”

He repeated those last two words as a whisper. You are for him. He is for you. He fucking knows how you feel about it, you’re not subtle about it by any means. He himself isn’t either. Why the fuck are you both playing this sick game with each other. You are for him.

“Looks like the hero’s are moving in on our girl.” Dabi pointed out.

“My girl.”

Shigaraki started to move in, ready to turn those false hero’s into dust. No more than a foot away from the group, you shoot Shigaraki a deadly glance- stopping him in his tracks.

“Stars when you shine

You know how I feel

Scent of the pine

You know how I feel

Oh, freedom is mine

And I know how I feel

It's a new dawn

It's a new day

It's a new life”

You dip down before one of the hero’s, cupping your palm around his jawline. Your hand slowly snakes behind his neck. You bring your lips so they just dance over his. You stare into his eyes, you know who he is now. You’re certain of it. You look around seeing people on their phones, taking videos, posting on social media. Sure would be a shame if the hero... suddenly had no.... mask. Your hand that’s around the back of his head, rips away at the ribbon holding the black suede mask. Your other hand tears away the robe- all the hero’s secrets are exposed for the world to see. The screens, cameras, tweets, feed- all point at the hero. Quickly grabbing the other hero’s cloaks, you rip them away before they can run. All three high level ranking hero’s- front stage- their false honors brought to light.

“It's a new dawn

It's a new day

It's a new life

It's a new dawn

It's a new day

It's a new life

It's a new life

-your eyes snap to Tomura. He locks his eyes back at you-

For me

And I'm feeling good

I'm feeling good

I'm feeling so good

I feel so good”

You watch his mouth move from agape to a sinful smirk. You jump off the stage, leaving the hero’s and their audience to be. You don’t leave the locked eyes with Tomura as you strut twords him. As your body moves just past his, you grab his hand and lead him to the private rooms hidden away by mear fabric curtains.

/end *currently unedited

Hi, Z! Thanks for the request! I hope you like it!

Did you have a good day today? I hope so! I hope you got a good amount of sun, laughed, and had a genuine smile!

As always, peace and love

- Bread

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[blueeyedheizer]

“You’re not avoiding me, are you?” - Warren Worthington III x reader SMUT

REQUEST:  okay your Billy smut was hot as shit thank you. but im soooo deprived of warren! could you do one where the reader sneaks out with the gang (jean, scott, jubilee, kurt, peter, and ororo) to go to a pool party and warren tags along cuz hes friends with ororo. But warren is nervous around the reader so he basically ignores and hides from her majority of the time. And somehow the reader and warren end up in the lil pool house on their own amnd things get steamy and kinky™…

WARNING: smut, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex

A/N: Hi anon !!! thank you so much for requesting, I had so much fun writing this. I changed the request a little bit tho, I hope you don’t mind! Feedbacks are always appreciated xx 

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"Put me down!" You laughed. "Peter I swear to god if you don't put me down now I'll—"

“You’ll what ?” Peter asked cutting you off, raising an eyebrow as he kept walking around the pool with you on his shoulder. Your eyes widened when a smirk appeared on his face and you started kicking the air, trying to wiggle off his grip

“Peter ! Put me down right now!”

“Uh ? What did you say ? You want me to put you down ?” he questioned sarcastically as he leaned towards the water and held you so close to it your hair was just touching it.

“Yes plea-”

“Alright !” Peter suddenly dropped you into the pool, earning a fit of laughter from your friends and some random people around you. Your head went under and you waved your arms forward until you were back to the surface. You pushed the wet hair out of your face and rubbed your eyes with your hands, coughing a little.

“I hate you Maximoff!”

Everyone was laughing, having fun and drinking, except Warren. You knew the boy wasn’t very talkative and was having a hard time adjusting to his new life with the other mutants, but he was slowly progressing, so you kind of expected him to make an exception and have fun with you this time. But ever since you arrived, the only person he talked to was Ororo, and he firmly refused to get into the water or even speak to to anyone else. Basically, he was playing the lifeguard, watching everyone as they were having fun.

“Hey, Y/N!” Ororo yelled, startling you out of your thoughts. “Drown him next time!” You laughed and held your thumbs up at her. She was sitting next to Warren and you couldn’t help but glance at him. But as soon as you made eye contact with him, he quickly looked away and got up, walking off towards the house. You scoffed loudly and shook your head, visibly annoyed by his behavior. You were starting to think he was avoiding you on purpose and you absolutely hated not knowing why, especially considering the fact that you had a huge crush on him.

“Seriously, what’s up with him?” you asked nobody in particular, but Jean answered anyway.

“Well…a certain someone has an effect on our bird boy.” she whispered in your ear, making you back off slightly.

“What?” you exclaimed and she smirked, rolling her eyes while doing so.

“Nothing.”

—

After climbing off the pool, you grabbed your towel and used it to dry your hair and soak up as much of the dampness as you could, making your way to the bathroom. You had decided to leave a little bit earlier than everyone else, wanting to get some alone time before everyone went back to their dorm. Your lips curved into a small smile when you heard your friends’ laughter coming from the other side of the wall, but you let out a gasp when you bumped hard into whoever was walking in the opposite direction. “Shit! Sorry, I didn’t see you coming-” you paused as you looked up to see Warren looking down at you.You couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on his chest and wings. They were absolutely breathtaking.

“It’s fine.” Warren said, and before you could say anything else he began walking away, but you were quick to grab his wrist.

“You’re not avoiding me Warren, are you?” you asked with a sweet innocent voice, raising an eyebrow at him.

“What ? No, I’m not.” Warren stuttered as you folded your arms across your chest and his eyes drifted down to your breast despite his best efforts. You were wearing a beautiful, black bikini and your nipples were clearly outlined by the thin fabric that was still dripping wet.

“Hey. Eyes up here, Worthington.” you smirked as you noticed the shade of pink that covered his cheeks. Well. Maybe Jean was right after all. He apologized quietly, making you chuckle. “So…why didn’t you party with us? We were having fun.” you asked and bit your lips as your eyes dropped on his chest again, watching it rise and fall slowly.

“This whole thing, it’s just…not my thing.” he answered an you nodded, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. You both looked down and an uncomfortable silence fell between you two until Warren broke the silence.

“I-uh, I should probably-.”

“Kiss me.” you suddenly blurted out, cutting him off. Warren’s eyes widened, his mouth going dry as he stared down at you.

“What ?’

’‘You heard me, Warren. I want you to kiss me.”

When he didn’t react, you rolled your eyes with a groan and slammed your lips against his, kissing him with fervor. You grinned between his lips as he eventually kissed back and his hands came up to cup your cheeks. You moaned softly into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him closer. You only broke the kiss temporarily to drag him into the closest room and get a little more privacy, pressing your lips back onto his as soon as you stepped inside the room, his hands travelling all over your body. You moaned and bit your lip as he started kissing down your neck playfully, gently nudging you against the wall.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful Y/N.” he mumbled against your skin and you blushed furiously. The need to hide your face was strong but instead you pulled him into another kiss and your hand moved into his hair, gripping his golden locks firmly as you needed him closer to you.

Soon enough your hand found his growing bulge and you started stroking him through the fabric of his boxers.

“Been wanting you ever since we met. Too fucking bad you were too busy ignoring me this whole time.” you muttered against his bottom lip, biting it as your fingers began to slip behind the waist band of his boxers and tugged them off his hips, exposing his erection. Warren moaned in response, lost in his own ecstasy. His lips left your mouth and traveled down to your jawline, your neck, then back on your lips.

You wrapped your hand around his length and started stroking him slowly from base to tip, letting your thumb run over it and using his precum as lube.

“Does that feel good, Angel…?” you whispered in his ear and he nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence as the nickname sent a shiver down his spine. You started stroking him faster and wrapped your arm around his neck to steady yourself.

You started grinding your hips trying to find any kind of friction and as soon as Warren took the hint, his hand found your clit making you cry out in pleasure. You threw your head back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers worked to get you to that familiar sensation you craved. As you began stroking him faster Warren stopped your movement with a hand, simultaneously stopping his own on your clit which made you whine at the lack of contact. You looked up at him with a questioning look and he swallowed hard, his green orbs piercing into yours.

“Let me take care of you.”

“Y-you sure?” you breathed and he nodded before crashing his lips against yours again, tongue fighting for dominance. You shivered when you felt his hands untie your bikini top, letting it fall to the ground. He started trailing his kisses lower: from your jawline to your collarbones down to your chest, and he sunk to his knees to press hot kisses along your inner thighs. You spread them open for him and whined as you got impatient, your breathing itching with each kiss.

“I swear to god if you don’t get your fucking head between my legs I’ll push it down for you.” you groaned and he looked up at you with a smirk, his eyes darker than usual and you swore the sight of it could’ve sent you over the edge. Then in one swift move, Warren pulled your panties down and didn’t waste any time before licking a long stripe across your folds, making a low moan escape your lips. Your legs were already shaking from trying to keep you up, your nerves threatening to let you down anytime despite Warren’s strong hands holding you in place.

You looked down at him, the sinful sight of him working on you sending you even closer to the edge. You threw your head back against the wall as he lapped at your clit mercilessly, his tongue swirling over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh Angel…please…” he moaned against your core as you cried out, gripping his hair as you held his head in place between your thighs. You let out a noise that was far too close to a scream when your orgasm hit you with full force, your hand quickly coming to cover your mouth, remembering that your friends were still somewhere outside.

“Fuck…” you whispered as Warren got up and pressed a single kiss to your lips, letting you catch your breath. He rested his hands on your hips and your arms went to encircle his neck before leaning forward and resting your forehead against his. Your features contorted into a smirk and your lips found his own again as you noticed that his erection was still rock-hard. You started kissing him slowly at first, tasting yourself on his lips, then with more passion.You eagerly pressed your body against his and cupped his jaw with one hand.

“Fuck me Warren.” you breathed and he nodded breathlessly, before capturing your lips with his own again. Instinctively you lifted one leg, wrapping it around him and he pumped himself a few times before positioning himself at your entrance.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he whispered, his voice soft and caring, and he immediately lifted one hand to stroke your cheek.

“God, yes,” you whimpered, leaning into his touch. “Please. I want you, Angel.”

And that was eveything he needed to know. You moaned loudly as Warren pushed himself inside you, and gave you a moment to adjust to his size. Then he slowly began to move, sliding every inch of his cock into your wet core.

“Warren, fuck !” you gasped, burrying your face against his neck as he started pumping hard and fast inside you, already feeling the familiar sensation building in your stomach as he hit your sweet spot with every thrust.

“Fuck.” he cursed against your ear. “You feel so fucking good Y/N.” he grunted and moved your leg higher on his hip, giving himself more access. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this.” His lips quickly attacked your neck, nibbling at your sensitive spot and it wasn’t long before you were both panting uncontrollably.

You were unable to hold your moans of pleasure when your second orgasm exploded and Warren followed closely, crying out your name as he came inside you. As you both rode the last of your orgasm, Warren slowed his motions before pulling out, kissing your forehead softly. Your legs felt like jelly and your body was still shaking from the intense pleasure as you collapsed onto his chest and wrapped your arms around him, breathing heavily. Warren wrapped one arm around you while his other hand ran through your hair, scratching your scalp soothingly. You stayed like this for a good five minutes until you pulled away and pecked the tip of his nose.

“I’m not done with you.” you whispered. “Tonight, my dorm. 10pm.” you winked at him and pecked his lips one last time before turning around and walking away with a goofy smile that never left your face.

[this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms]

Pretty Boy || Lab Rats ||

Requested: Hey! I'm a huge fan of Lab Rats &I always LOOOVE Chase but curious about hero front of it (i haven't gotten to see the new Elite Force yet!) I'm kinda curious how he would do with a gf when they were in high school that was kept a secret and he finds out by fluke she's a super? If it is too much to ask for you can ignore this, I just need fluffy Chase with superGF and secret relationship because why not? Everything else is a secret?? (Cookie)

Pairing: Chase Davenport x Reader

Warnings: A lil bit of swearing

Words: 2.5K

A/N: Hi! This is done! A little shitty but I feel proud of it. To the anon who requested this, I hope it came out to your liking. The ending was a little cheesy but that’s because I don’t know how to write... :D

It was the end of the day and you were standing in front of your locker, putting away what you didn’t need and grabbing what you did. You had a knee up, pressed against the lockers to keep your bag steady as you tried to neatly stuff it with material. You felt arms snake around your waist, almost making you lose your balance from the slight surprise. But you knew who it was, a smile appeared on your face as you zipped up your bag so you could give your attention to your boyfriend.

“And to what do I owe this display of affection,” You mused, leaning into his embrace.

“For being so cute,” He answered, planting a kiss on top of your head.

“Well not that I’m complaining but someone might see us. And if I remember correctly, you wanted to keep our relationship a secret, for whatever reason,” You said, hearing him sigh, making your smile stretch wider.

You loved teasing him, especially since he’s such a touchy-feely kind of guy and couldn’t show it out in public. Why? Well, he wanted to keep your relationship between the two of you, something about wanting to enjoy it before others found out. But it’s not like you minded, it just meant you got him all to yourself without having to worry about anyone interrupting.

You felt him unwrap his arms around you and you turned to look at him, a frown on his face. He saw the teasing glint in your eyes and rolled his own at you. He knew that you didn’t actually want an answer and just wanted to get a rise out of him. You understood his reasoning for keeping your relationship a secret and you were more than okay with it.

“I’m joking. Do you have any training today? We can go back to mine, do our homework and then watch some movies,” You suggested.

“Nope, I’m all yours this afternoon,” He replied, grinning widely.

“Great, let’s go,” You said, matching his smile.

The two of you were heading out the doors when you heard a phone go off. Chase dug around in his pocket and pulled out his phone, a familiar look crossing his face. You knew that look, it meant that he just got a mission alert and your plans were being thrown out the window. He looked over at you, a guilty look on his face that further confirmed your suspicions.

“Mission alert?” You questioned.

You looked up at him, he had a hard look on his face that said it was a bad one. “Yeah, it looks like there was a bridge collapse. There are still tons of civilians trapped.”

“Oh my god! Go! Go be a hero please,” You said, practically pushing out the school doors.

Chase smiled at you, glad to have such an understanding and accepting girlfriend. He looked around the area, making sure no one was looking your way. When he was sure the two of you were in the clear, he gave you a quick peck on the cheek. You wanted to return the kiss but he was gone before you could, but just in time too. You felt your own phone vibrate, looks like duty called for you too.

By the time you got there, the bionic trio were already there, doing what they could. Bree was speeding citizens off the bridge while Chase and Adam worked at keeping the bridge up. You noticed a cable wire snap off, heading straight for Chase. You flew over to it, reaching it just a couple inches before it hit Chase. He heard the noise of the falling cable, looking over to it and barely reacting to it. Just when he thought it was going to crush him, it stopped inches away.

You threw it to the side, revealing your superhero form to Chase. “It’s you!” He exclaimed.

“Hey, pretty boy, missed me?” You asked, a flirty tone in your voice.

He huffed and rolled his eyes at your flirty nature and the nickname you dubbed him with. “No... but thanks for the save, I owe you one.”

“Anytime, pretty boy. Now fill me in on the situation,” You replied.

“The bridge is on the verge of collapsing. Adam and I are doing our best to keep the bridge up while Bree super speeds everyone off. But we’re running out of time and there’s still civilians trapped on the bridge,” Chase explained.

“Got it. I’ll help in what ever way I can,” You said.

You flew off to help civilians and making sure the bridge didn’t collapse any further. You were helping a couple of trapped people, not noticing the cable wire that was about to snap off. You got them out of there safely, just in time for the cable to come flying off. It hit and sent you flying downwards, shock rippled through you at the sudden hit. The shock rendered you unable to think straight, the only thing going through your head was how you were going to pummel into the ground.

You closed your eyes and braced yourself for painful impact but it never came. Instead you found yourself in strong steady arms. You opened your eyes and saw Chase staring down at you, a worried look on his face. For a second you forgot you were in your hero attire and not civilian clothing. You had to get out of his embrace before he recognized it was you behind the mask. He didn’t quite know about your alter-ego yet and this isn’t exactly how you wanted him to find out.

“Ah, um, I have a boyfriend!” You exclaimed, leaping out of his embracing and crashing onto the ground.

Seriously, that was the first thing you decided to say, how freaking embarrassing. You didn’t want to get off the ground, not after shouting something like that out.

“Um, sure. I wasn’t trying to imply anything,” He said, confused by your sudden outburst.

“Right sorry, I'm just not used to be saved. Thanks, pretty boy,” You replied.

“Yeah no problem. Bree got everyone safely of the bridge, we have to get off before the whole bridge collapses on us,” Chase told you.

He stretched his hand out for you to take, helping you up once you did. You raced off the bridge once you were up, just in time as the rest of it collapsed. You left the civilians in the hands of the paramedics and the police.

“So, are you finally gonna tell us who you are?” Chase asked once you were all far away enough.

“Sorry, pretty boy, but that’s one secret I can’t reveal,” You told him.

He rolled his eyes, expecting that answer. “Right, sure. You get to know who we are but we don’t.”

“Hey, just because you revealed your identity to the world doesn’t mean I have to. Some things are sacred,” You replied. “Anyway, look at the time, I have to get going. See you around, pretty boy.”

You left before Chase had the chance to say anything, making him sigh heavily. You had a tendency to do that, leave with the last word. It really irked him, more so since he knew nothing about you. You just showed up out of the blue, helping them on a mission that was going badly. They appreciated the help, and all the help after that but they were still a little weary about you. They didn’t know you so they didn’t know if they could completely trust you. More so since they weren’t sure what you were, some of your abilities weren’t bionic.

You got home and changed into something more comfortable before flopping onto your bed. You sighed and let yourself relax, today was a little more stressful than expected. You had gotten a little too close to Chase today, you were lucky he didn’t recognize you. If he had, that would have been such an awkward conversation that you weren’t ready to have. Or rather one you were scared to have.

How do you tell your boyfriend that you’re a superhero? You didn’t want him to freak out, especially since the world of superheroes was a well-kept secret. Specifically, because of how the public might react. You didn’t want to scare him away, you had to handle this delicately and well thought out.

Your phone started ringing, snapping you out of your thoughts; speak of the devil. “Hey babe! How was the bridge mission?”

“We managed to save everyone but the bridge still collapsed. She showed up again though,” He told you.

“Ah yes, this mystery hero. How was it this time? Was she still helpful?” You asked, pretending as if you knew nothing.

“Yeah, she helped us get everyone off faster. Although, something weird did happen. She got hit by a cable wire and almost fell to the ground but I managed to catch her. She freaked out though, I don’t know why,” He explained.

“Ha, what a weirdo. Maybe she was mesmerized by how hot you are,” You joked.

“Right, I’m sure that’s what it was. Seriously though, it was weird how she reacted like that.”

“Alright, calm down pretty boy. I’m sure she just didn’t expect the save.”

“Wait...What did you just say?”

“I said calm down pr—Shit. Uh, I gotta go.”

You quickly hung up the phone before he could say anything, tossing it to the side. You groaned loudly and threw both hands over your face. How could you be so stupid? You never called him pretty boy, at least not in your civilian form. That’s how you separated yourself from girlfriend and superhero. As his girlfriend, you didn’t need to try so hard because you were already together. And not to mention the whole let’s keep our relationship a secret thing. But as a superhero, you had more range of motion and could flirt and tease him because it didn’t mean anything.

But now, you’ve crossed that line and there was no going back. You felt your phone vibrate next to you, you didn’t have to check to see that it was Chase calling. You ignored it, waiting until it stopped ringing before you turned it off completely. You’d no doubt that he had figured it out by now, he knew that you were this mysterious supergirl. You had no choice but to tell him the truth now, but you didn’t know if you could actually face him. What if he leaves you because you lied to him, because you kept such a huge secret from him? The thought scared you more than anything, you couldn’t risk Chase leaving you. You loved him, like really loved; he was the first guy that really ever understood you.

You sighed heavily, feeling defeated and stupid, there really was no getting out of this one. Out of all the stupid things you could’ve done, this was the one you had to pick. Lucky for you though, tomorrow was the start of the weekend so you could just avoid Chase until Monday. You sighed again, no point in exhausting yourself with this right now. It wouldn’t change anything; Chase would still know about your secret identity. You should just get some sleep and figure this out in the morning.

You were stirred out of your slumber by loud pounding coming all the way from your front door. Who the hell was knocking this early in the morning? You reluctantly crawled out of bed and headed downstairs, grumpy that someone disrupted your sleep.

You opened the door, barely registering who was behind it. “Can I hel—Chase?”

“Finally! Do you know how worried I’ve been? I thought something happened to you,” He exclaimed.

“I can explain, wait, you were worried?” You questioned.

“Yes! I mean, I’m still really confused about all of this. But my first priority is making sure you’re okay,” He said, face softening in worry.

Your heart did a jump against your chest, he was more worried about you than your big secret. God, how could you ever think he’d leave you. “I’m sorry. I just panicked, this was never supposed to happen. But, now that it has, I owe you an explanation.”

You invited him in and walked over to the couch where the two of you sat down. Silence engulfed the two of you while you tried to find the right words to say. Where do you start?

“So, why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, breaking the silence.

You took a deep breath before starting your explanation. “I was going to tell you, eventually, I just didn’t know how. I’m mean I can’t exactly just say that I’m secretly a superhero, especially since we’re supposed to stay secret.”

“Okay, but that doesn’t explain why you couldn’t tell me. I mean, I’m your boyfriend, I thought you’d at least have a little more trust in me,” He said.

“No, you’re right, you’re absolutely right. I didn’t tell you because I was scared of how you’d you react. I didn’t want you to leave because of this, because you found out your girlfriend was a superhero with superpowers. Superpowers and bionics are completely different, my abilities can’t be explained with science. I didn’t want that to freak you out. And I know, I should have trusted you with this. I’m sorry, but now that you know, I hope you still decide to be my boyfriend.”

“Are you kidding, of course I still want to be your boyfriend. I mean, I still don’t understand all of this, superpowers just sound ridiculous. But if its you, I’m willing to learn more and understand all this superhero stuff.”

“Really, you mean it? I mean, I totally understand if this is too weird for you.”

“Yes really. I love you and I want to know everything about you, even the weird superhero thing.”

You smiled widely and jumped him, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tight. You couldn’t be happier, Chase accepted both sides of you and now you no longer had anything to hide. You heard him laugh, feeling it vibrate off his chest as he wrapped his arms around.

“So, you’re really a superhero?” He asked, still a little shocked and confused by the sudden news.

Now it was your turn to laugh at him, you were in for a long road of explanation.

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Hello, Anon! May I request a headcanons relashionship for Shun Kazami, from de first season to the third season, please? It would be nice if the relashionship was evolving from "meeh just an acquaintance, really i don´t care (from his side)", after "yeah, we are friends" to maybe... maybe there is more than "just be friends, and want something more". ^^

Canon is,,,, flexible

This got a lil long so I just kinda stopped at the end of New Vestroia, I hope it’s okay anyways!

Even while he’s young, it’s difficult to get close to Shun; he doesn’t even speak with you until you’re made an honorary member of the Brawlers, and after that, it’s only on a necessary basis. It’s not specifically because he doesn’t trust you— he doesn’t trust anyone, and that just happens to include you. Skyress likes you, though, so she’s constantly fussing at him for being rude to you, or reassuring you that he didn’t mean to be so harsh.

He’s gotten better at controlling himself, though— he still doesn’t really like playing as a team, but coincidence keeps pushing you both together, and he learns quickly. In the initial war against Masquerade and his victims, you were a pretty obvious target, not being a part of the original Brawlers— Shun can’t bring himself to let you flounder, so whenever you’re attacked, he’s the first to your defense. 

Through these battles, Shun starts out a bit arrogant, tending to override whatever you’re trying to do and taking matters into his own hands. He’s dealt with Masquerade before, you’re new at this, just let him handle it— but then maybe you had the perfect ability card, or were consistently able to pull off combination attacks with him. Okay, Shun’s not quite impressed, but he can at least acknowledge you’re not as helpless as he’d first thought.

By the time the Brawlers are facing the Doom Beings, Shun has been keeping a close eye on you, although he’ll deny it if he’s asked about it. He feels bad that you got dragged into this mess that he and his friends instigated, so he’s not just going to ignore you, especially since you’re so hellbent on staying with the group. And you’ve proven yourself time and again, diving in to save him as many times as he’s saved you; there’s a mutual understanding between the two of you on the battlefield,

So the world is saved. The Bakugan have gone home. Shun occasionally calls you, apart from the regular group calls that the former-Brawlers are always on. He’s in town a bit more often, always with an excuse of “I was just passing by,” but you know he’s lying— he has no reason to be on this side of town except for visiting you. And that’s why, when he stops answering his phone, stops coming by for a visit— of course you’re worried.

And then Dan and Marucho disappear. Runo tells you they were whisked away to Vestroia, so of course you’re all worried— and what the hell happened to Shun? Now you spend a lot of time at Runo’s family cafe, helping out in an attempt to distract yourself; every time you check your phone, occasionally dialing Shun’s number and listening to the emptiness, you can see your friends exchanging sad glances from the corner of your eye.

All you can do now is live your life. Julie shows up to visit; you get to spend the days with Runo; Alice keeps you up-to-date on how things are over in Russia. Shun doesn’t call. There’s no word from Dan and Marucho. Your small group of left-behinds isn’t going to take this lying down, though; you have plans and pipe dreams, talking about what you’ll do to find the boys. Runo promises to beat Shun up for not calling you in so long.

Your phone wakes you up early one morning— they’re home. Not just Dan and Marucho, but Shun is with them, and other people you haven’t met yet, because of course Dan would get caught in another intergalactic war. You’re quick to scramble over to where everyone’s resting— the door slams open and you’re throwing yourself at Shun. Had it been anyone else with less ninja-like reflexes, you would’ve hit the floor— but naturally, he catches you. He’s flustered, but he’ll hold you until you feel better, quietly listening to you scold him for disappearing like that.

When they return to New Vestroia, you go with them, no matter how much everyone argues. The Resistance doesn’t seem to mind— it looks like they’ve gotten used to tagalongs. Shun hadn’t realized how much he missed you; now that the two of you can battle again, his performance increases tenfold. The two of you immediately sync back up, not just in battle, but in daily life too— you’ve grown to understand Shun in his isolation, and he’s always looking out for you in turn. It’s obvious to everyone that you’re both important to each other.

His relationship with Dan has always been rocky. He feels awkward about relying on Marucho. Baron is young, Ace is prickly, Mira is inexperienced— Shun leans on you even more now than ever before, since you’re stranded so far from home. By this point, you’re one of the very few people he’ll openly call a friend— and his feelings are well on their way to evolving further.

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‘What are you, jealous?” - richie tozier x reader

requested: yes & I love this one as well, jealous Richie is just so hot😍 I also appreciate that u trusted me to do this justice with such a vague request, I hope you enjoy this because I definitely enjoyed writing it:)

summary: Richie loved you and sometimes he loved you a little too much. So much that he would let his imagination get the best of him and then he’d find himself feeling a little jealous. You didn’t mind it all the time, though; jealous Richie was hot.

you guys are like 17 here.

pairing: richie tozier x reader

warnings: swearing, angst, lil bit of smut;)

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“H-H-Here, luh-let m-m-me help yuh-y-you.” Bill grabbed some of the books you were struggling to keep hold of in your arms. Your backpack was practically falling off of your shoulder. You sighed in relief and smiled at your friend.

“Thanks, Bill.” You handed some of your school books to him and all of a sudden you heard your boyfriend’s voice ring out in the cold fall air.

“Hey, babe!” His face was flustered and his jaw was clenched slightly. He looked worked up.

“Hey, Rich!” You smiled widely at him and let him envelope you in tight hug, before your face fell, “What’s up, you look upset?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” He mumbled as he tore your books out of Bill’s hands, “I got it, bud.” He flashed a sarcastic smile in Bill’s direction and you mentally laughed at how silly your boyfriend was being. Bill shook his head in amusement and said his goodbyes to you both before running off toward the front doors.

“What was tha-” Before you could finish your sentence his lips were pressing so hard against yours you thought they were going to bruise. 

“Nothing..” He whispered, out of breath, as he pulled away from you. You blinked fast, trying to regain your composure and steady your breathing.

“Well, shit.” You swallowed the lump in your throat and blushed at your boyfriend who was smirking down at you.

This was not the last time today that Richie would find himself fuming with jealousy over you and Bill.

-

You had lunch period with Bill, Eddie, and Bev and Richie would try his hardest to sneak out of class sometimes and come visit you, which you thought was absolutely adorable. 

Bill was telling a story about something funny Richie had pulled on Eddie a few summers back before you met them and you couldn’t help but laugh so hard you almost spit your milk out everywhere. You clutched Bill’s arm as the fits of giggles took over you.

“I remember that!” Bev cackled loudly and clutched her stomach, “Holy shit, I’m gonna cry, that’s hilarious! I totally forgot that happened!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, sooo funny guys.” Eddie rolled his eyes so hard you were surprised they didn’t fall right out of their sockets.

“What’s so funny?” You practically felt Richie’s eyes burning holes through your hand that was clutching Bill’s arm. You let go and squeezed your eyes shut before sighing as the rest of the table quieted down. You already knew he was in a jealous mood ever since this morning and that arm grab totally wasn’t helping your case.

“Bill had to go and bring up that time a few years back at the town parade when you made a fool out of me in front of everyone and had me dressed up like an idiot in the parade, which by the way, we weren’t even supposed to be in...” He grumbled.

“Wow, I even forgot about that.” Richie laughed, but it was a forced laugh. You had to admit, your boyfriend was totally overdramatic, but sometimes you couldn’t help but notice how hot he was when he was jealous. 

“It wuh-was a p-pi-pi-pivotal moment i-i-in our fuh-f-friend g-gr-group, I h-h-had to r-r-reflect on i-it.” Bill spoke in amusement and Richie snorted at him.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Richie was definitely not amused. He squished his way between you and Bill and the awkward silence that fell over the five of you was not something you could ignore. 

Oh boy...

-

You and Richie were walking to the quarry so you could hangout for a bit after school. He knew how much you hated going right home. Your parents had been fighting quite often lately and it was beginning to stress you out a lot more than usual. You were almost certain there was a divorce in the near future and the thought of your parents splitting up devastated you. 

“G-G-Guys!” You both twirled around to see Bill biking his way over to you. You didn’t need to look at Richie to know his jaw was clenching like it always did whenever he was worked up, “Y-Y-You fuh-f-forgot y-y-your h-hi-history buh-b-b-book at l-lunch, y/n.” Bill was out of breath from riding his bike so fast to catch up with the two of you and you smiled warmly at him as you grabbed the textbook from his hand.

“Thanks, Bill.” 

“Yeah, thanks Bill.” Richie’s voice came out in a high-pitched whine and you raised an eyebrow at him. 

“I do not sound like that.” 

“Uhhh…” Bill slowly turned around as the two of you began to bicker and he rode off before he could get anymore involved in the mess.

“Yeah, well that’s what you sound like whenever Bill’s around.” He was being so genuine that you stepped back away from him for a moment.

“What are you, jealous?” He stayed quiet and didn’t answer for a moment, “You’re actually serious right now?”

He shuffled his feet and looked down before sighing angrily, “Yeah, you know, he does things that I’m supposed to do for you. He carries your stuff, he makes you laugh to the point you’re literally holding onto him. He holds your things that you forget at lunch, all day long and then chases you down after school to give them to you. That's... that's boyfriend stuff. Stuff that I should be doing and it drives me absolutely crazy when it’s not me, but it’s him instead and you just don’t even realize how much it bothers me. For fuck sake, you might as well date Bill!” He threw his hands up in the air, emphasizing his words and you felt like he might have had a point. Bill was harmless, though. He would never do anything to hurt you and Richie’s relationship. Atleast, not on purpose. Richie really could let his imagination get the best of him sometimes.

“Rich-”

“No, I already know what you’re going to say and fuck, I know, I know. It still drives me crazy,” He stepped closer to you, grabbing your hips and digging his fingernails into them, “But I hate feeling like someone else has you the way I have you, because you’re mine and no one else’s and I’ll be damned if I let someone else do the things I should be doing for you.” He leaned into you, breathing against your lips. You could tell he was super worked up because his heart was practically beating out of his chest and against you and his face was flushed and... and he was turned on?

You clenched your legs together and inhaled a shaky breath, trying to register exactly how this got so hot so fast, “Rich, babe, are you turned on?” You let a small smile tug at your lips and you watched as he licked his lips.

“I mean, all this built up frustration had to come out somehow and I guess it chose to come out sexually. Why,” He let his breath mingle with yours, “Does that bother you?” He whispered and he reached up letting his hand cup your face and his thumb ran over your cheek softly as you shut your eyes and hummed sweetly.

“No, not at all.” You yelped suddenly, feeling his cold fingers slide up and under the skirt you had put on this morning, deciding you might as well wear it one last time before it got super cold. You were definitely thankful you had chosen to wear it.

“R-Richie.. we’re at the quarry, this is totally not the place.”

“Oh, c’mon, it’ll be fun,” He mumbled into your skin as he planted hot wet kisses along your neck, “And no one else ever comes here, especially in this weather. It’s just me and you.” You swallowed suddenly, your throat becoming dry from the way your breathing had picked up.

“Okay fine, I don't even care. You’re driving me nuts.” He smirked at the way you grinded your hips up, trying desperately to create some sort of friction and he leaned away, snaking his hand passed the band of your panties.

You moaned as his fingers ran along your folds, “You’re so wet, babe.” He cooed.

“What can I say, jealous Richie turns me on a lot more than I would have thought. I should make you jealous more often, huh?” You purred against his lips and he plunged a finger inside of you.

“Don’t make me mad.” His voice was low and his eyes were dilated and god, he was sexy. 

“If you don’t want me to make you mad or jealous, then stopping being so sexy when you’re either of those things.” You bit your lip and let a soft moan escape your throat as he added another finger, sliding them into you further this time. 

“Well, if it’s going to end like this I might have to be okay with that, huh?” He whispered before pulling his fingers out of you and reaching down to undo his pants.

“Yes, yes, yes.” 

-

So, this was short and I could have totally done better, but I’m trying to work on the requests as fast as possible. I’m sorry if the anon that requested this was not pleased with it, but I think it could have been a lot worse. Looool.

The rest of the requests will be up within the next few hours, bare with me here:’)