#'my biggest tip is just be yourself and hope she doesn't kiss you before going to a battle and leave you behind'

[jessource]

LYRIC SENTENCE STARTERS:  PEACH PRC.    — from the ep manic dream pixie.

KINDA FAMOUS.

“coffee black. receipts told me you like that.” “so i was thinking spring, silver wedding rings.” “and i've picked out all our baby names.” “ok, now obsessed.” “your name on my chest.” “you're kinda famous.” “don't wanna be friends.” “you're not a phase.” “i know you don't know me yet.” “my obsession.” “know you will. better, more than yourself.” “cctv, smile and wave.” “so take me up backstage.” “i know all the names of every song you played.” “one day you'll write about us too.” “i can be your muse when we say 'i do'.” “you're gonna love me if you know me.” “you're gonna love me soon enough.” “i'm your biggest fan.”

PERFECT FOR YOU.

“baby, i'm perfect for you.” “can we go outside for a walk?” “(name) told me you guys were hitting it off.” “she kissed me in the bathroom.” "oh, she said it's just for attention or making her jealous.” “you guessed it.” “i'm not a good friend but she doesn't know that.” “she's gonna hate me, but i want you so bad.” “i want you so bad.” “kiss me, i'm not scared.” “if she's gone, i swear.” “i'm done tryna play it fair.” “i don't care.” “touch me.” “i'm alone now.” “are you on your own?” “she might want you but i do too.” “if you only knew.” “you were in boots and a cowboy hat.” “(name) said you knew my music.” “next week you're playing for (name).” “now i can't betray her.” “even though the gods are crazy.” “even though the stars are blind.” “if you show me real love.” “i'm in your sweater.” “don't wanna upset her.” “but i can do what she can do so much better.”

F U GOODBYE.

“i know it's been a while since you've seen me.” “i heard you're doing well now with your comedy.” “i reminisce nostalgic bits of 90s hits.” “do you miss it, have you thought of it since?” “so if you still think of me i'd love to meet for coffee.” “if i could just see your face.” “i'd look into your eyes and say i hate your jokes and don't think you're funny. “i hope you choke.” “know that you were the worst 45 seconds i had in my life.” “i hope your conscience haunts you at night.” “fuck you and goodbye.” “a couple therapists are now familiar.” “and by the way, i caught up with your ex.” “we shared regrets and most of them were sex.” “so if you miss the old days i'd love to meet face to face.” “i'd sit down at your table and scream if i was able.” “i hate your jokes and don't think you're funny.” “thanks to you gentle hands still resemble demands.” “loving lips on my mouth feel like currency now.” “thanks to you i fear kind.” “now i can't spend the night.”

LOVED YOU BEFORE.

“i bet we were a couple bugs just slithering in the mud.” “happily in love doing bug stuff.” “i think i met you in a store in 1944.” “i probably wrote you letters while you went off to the war.” “nd we could've been two birds, now wouldn't that be so absurd.” “or maybe just lost lovers that keep getting rediscovered.” “think i loved you before back when we were dinosaurs.” “i wanna stay in love in this life and the next one.” “i think we've already met somewhere, another planet.” “i loved you before.” “i loved you in this life and the next one.” “maybe you left me on a trip, two pirates on a ship.” “counting all the gold as the boat tipped.” “could we have been there drinking wine in medieval times?” “laughing in a castle with our glasses intertwined.” “two complementary colours.” “the winter, the spring and summer.” “forever just lost lovers that keep getting rediscovered.” “if i'm the sun, then you're the moon.” “in this life and the nights too.” “if it's over soon then come back through.” “just to say, say i love you.”

FAVOURITE PERSON.

“i try not to compare a teenage love.” “i know that isn't far or close enough.” “but why can't i just shut up?” “i'm always going on about you when I'm drunk.” “and i see your name in every number plate.” "i tried to erase your face but you're there everyday.” “you're my favourite person.” “i have created a version that hurts less.” “i had to tell myself you're toxic.” “better off cause you're the problem.” “really i just couldn't take it being hated by my favourite person.” “my favourite person.” “picture vows at a stand in something blue.” “i try to fall but i can't cause they're not you.” “i hate that i'll never stop.” “we're not still home growing up.” “and i hear your tropes in all my stupid jokes.” “i'm starting to lose all hope of ever letting go.” “and if the world was ending i know i'd be spending my last day pretending we were fine.” “when we both grow old with families of our own.” “well we always go back in my mind.” “i tried to erase your face but you're there anyway.”

DEAR INNER CHILD.

“someone kissed my closing eyelids and i made it mean more that it did. “someone put a plate down a little too loud. “now I still flinch whenever i hear the sound. “i learned my mama was just trying her best. “and not that i owe her forgiveness but i'm sorry to that girl in a dress. “if you wanna wear pink, i'll wear it for you. “if you wanna dance, then i'll strap up my shoes. “if you wanna sing, then consider it sung. “i'm sorry that you had to grow up this young. “forget that love is earned 'cause it's always deserved. “i know you had to work just to show them your worth. “remember that a plate is nothing but a plate. “even if it breaks we can throw it away. “i learned that i was only trying my best. “i think i owe her a deep breath. “she was the strongest little girl in a dress. “i'll wear it for you. “i'll strap up my shoes. “you were the strongest little fighter that carried me here. “i know that you're tired from surviving in fear. “so lay down, close your eyes. “cause now i got us for the rest of our life. “if i wanna wear pink i'll wear it for me. “if i wanna dance then i'll lift up on my feet. “i just wanna sing at the top of my lungs. “thanks for being there growing up so young.

[sylverstorms]

Cassandra x Maiden ----Anonymity Ch. 6

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5

It becomes a sort of evening ritual between the two of you, waking Cassandra up at sunset.

You're always cautious with your movements and how much light you allow in from the hallway as you enter her lavish bedroom, but the cold fear that used to grip at your chest is no longer there.

Measured steps take you to the edge of her bed.

Cassandra usually sleeps on her side, yet today she's on her front, firm back and creamy thigh tantalizingly on display against satin crimson sheets. Her pretty face is turned halfway into her pillow, a river of rich brown waves falling behind her ear and over one shoulder.

The sight makes you stop and stare for a moment. A strange feeling —accomplishment?— swells within your chest at the thought you know just how smooth and sensitive that skin is.

Then you shake your head at yourself. Pull it together. It's one thing to accept you're in a mutually beneficial arrangement with a killer —you remain intact, she scratches an itch, both of you share the pleasure as a means of escape or passing the time— but it is entirely another to be proud of it.

She's nothing of yours. Not your lover, certainly not your girl. That would imply you stand on equal ground which you most certainly do not. You're exactly what she calls you;

A plaything.

The question is, inside your head, what do you call her?

"My lady." you say, keeping your voice low. She doesn't stir but somehow you know she's awake.

"Either wake me up nicely or don't wake me at all." the words come semi-muffled against her pillow. "If I wanted to hear 'my lady' I'd have another maid come."

Well. She does seem to enjoy when you take some creative liberties. So you lean forward and press your lips just over her knee, then move a tad higher on her thigh, then kiss the veins visible on her hand.

Cassandra's mouth slowly pulls into a pleased smile as she turns onto her side. Her fingers then curl on the neckline of your shirt and tug you forward, into a quick little kiss that ends with a nibble on your tongue.

You always get anxious when she does that —it's probably why she does it in the first place— that you'll end up with a piece missing, but so far you haven't even been cut. And if you're honest with yourself, which you're not, but if you were... the thrill is a turn on.

Cassandra licks her lips and scoots back, patting the spot she just vacated on the queen-sized mattress. You look at her, confused. Surely she isn't suggesting...

"Come, now. I don't bite." A devilish smirk curls her mouth while she tells probably the biggest lie of the year. "Keep me company until dinner."

You climb onto her bed like it's a freaking minefield. As carefully as you lower yourself onto the crimson sheets, however, the bruises across your sides still protest. You subtly suck in air through your teeth.

Cassandra's fingers slide over to you, to the exposed part of your waist from where your shirt has risen up. There's a visible patch of purple there that she traces —the coolness of her skin is so soothing— until she presses into it. The brief flare of pain makes you gasp. She giggles.

"You make such nice expressions to pain." she says, as though tempted to draw more from you.

"I've been told my pleasured ones are better." you reply quickly.

Cassandra chuckles. "Is that so?" Her yellowish eyes are gleaming with amusement as she pushes you onto your back and straddles you.

The sight is enough to steal your breath away. The sinful black of her underwear peeks through the royal red of the sheets tangled around her waist, all a wonderful antithesis with her incredibly pale skin.

You want to touch. But then you may lose your hands, so you lock your muscles down and wait for her move.

Cassandra slowly trails a slender finger up your neck, all the way to the underside of your bottom lip. "...yeah, they're good too." she breathes, although you've almost forgotten what you were talking about.

"Can't hold a candle to yours." you whisper back. At this point, you're not really capable of rational thought.

You loathe the effect she has on you. How everything she's done can just be bypassed in your head whenever she gets like this with you.

Cassandra's mouth twists into a near coy little smile. "I'll take your word for it." she says. "There hasn't been anyone else to see them, so."

Wait. Your mind stutters to a halt. Wait. What?

According to rumor, the Dimitrescus have been around for over one hundred years. From what you've seen in the castle, probably longer. And you... you're her first?

"Cat got your tongue?" she giggles again, taking your chin between two long fingers. "I think I may like surprise on you best."

You want to ask if nobody's ever interested her before, but you're afraid to overstep. Cassandra seems to know, though and has no problems answering your unasked question;

"The first few dozen years after the mutations were... very bad. The hunger and thirst were enough to drive one mad. Didn't leave much room for anything else." she explains. "And humans in general are only attractive to me chained up and bled out."

Something inside you recoils at how casually she says it. Like she's simply commenting on the weather.

"But you... you have a little spark that I like." She smirks down at you.

"What about before?" you ask.

"Hm?"

"You said after the mutations. What about before?"

Cassandra's smile gets swallowed up by the abyss so quickly you wonder if you imagined it there. Tension builds at her temples and her eyes take on an icy quality that feels like it extinguishes all warmth in the room.

"There is no before."

You've never heard her voice like that. You hope you never will again, either.

The conversation drifts to lighter subjects, then. She asks you about the world beyond the village and you share what you remember from your childhood, until it is time to escort her to dinner.

But even as she eats and talks with her family, even when she leaves with her mother and sisters and you're left alone, to clean after bloody plates with the other maids, you can't shake off that look in her eyes when you dared ask about her life pre-mutations.

The more you linger on it... there's only one word that comes to mind as an accurate description.

Haunted.

-

-

Deep in your slumber, you hear the telltale buzzing of flies.

Something winged flutters against your cheek, but you merely stir. It prods at your jaw and you grunt. Leave me alone, you want to protest, brain muddled with sleep still.

Until.

A nip that cuts a thin line on your jaw has you springing upright in bed. "Agh!" Your hand flies to the wound, eyes wide.

A familiar form materializes out of an insect swarm, right in front of you. Cassandra grabs at your hand before you can start flailing and panicking any harder than you already are. Your lungs empty of hair in the milliseconds it takes you to realize she's not here to kill you.

Probably.

"Calm down." she says it like you're overreacting.

You try to take a deep, relaxing breath, but she leans forward in the meantime, running the tip of her tongue over the fresh cut on you. So much for oxygen. She even hums against your neck. Despite the sting, your stomach flutters.

Cassandra pulls back, licking her lip. "There. All better now?"

No. Your heart is trying to jump out of your chest. Has she never heard of knocking? For the love of everything Holy out there, it's the middle of the night.

"W-what are you doing here?" you ask.

A dramatic huff escapes her. "I'm bored."

Ah, yes, that makes a lot of sense. You spare a moment to wonder what your life has come to, then accept lack of proper rest and sit back against your pillows. Cassandra takes it as an invitation to push off her hood and plant herself next to you.

"Do you... want to go for a walk outside?" you suggest, uncertain.

Her eyes light up like a Christmas tree for a moment. Then she seems to remember something that dims the glow. "Ugh. Can't. It's way too cold tonight."

That... shouldn't be and issue for her, should it? It makes you wonder.

"Well, if I stay here I'm going to fall asleep." you sheepishly admit.

Cassandra's gaze darkens as she runs her fingertips down the taut skin of your bare middle, leaning over you like a lioness cornering her prey.

"I don't mind biting you awake if you do."

You want to say that you mind, yet her lips are on top if yours, smooth, tasting of strawberry lipbalm and that's the end of that conversation.

"But I am willing to cut you a deal." A manicured nail presses a bit at the middle of your chest. "Put that smart tongue of yours to good use and I'll let you get your sleep."

So spoiled and so demanding, you think. But then, looking at her face this close up... So beautiful.

You forget all about sleep for the next half hour or so as you focus solely on Cassandra, your bedroom filling with her quiet sighs and moans.

True to her word, she does ease back when she's satisfied and you're so tired your eyes start drooping before you've even lowered your head to your pillow.

She doesn't move to leave though... and you find that you don't mind.

When you drift off to sleep this time, your last thought is that the gentle chill of her body beside yours is almost...

Comforting.

[boss-the-goofball]

I fucking love Oscar, he’s probably my second favorite character behind Yang

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - May 2

I know I say every week that I read a lot this week but I have been indulging in my favorite coping technique and so this list is ridiculously long. Twitter encouraged me. Blame them. 

**Indicates my recent favs 

~*~ 

On the inherent homoeroticism of cake decoration by welcoming_disaster (616/8K)

“She’s matchmaking, Barton,��� Carol sighed.

“We,” Thor corrected, thumping himself hard in the chest, “art matchmaking.”

“Who, Cap n’ Tony?” Clint asked, his mouth full.

“Cap and Tony,” Janet confirmed, cutting herself a thin slice of egg and gently depositing it on her whole grain avocado toast, “it’s getting ridiculous.”

“Wait, I thought they were—“ Clint frowned, glancing around the room as though to confirm. Nothing but confused faces met his questioning gaze. “Huh. I really thought they were fucking.”

“And there is the crux of the issue,” Jess licked a bit of spaghetti sauce off her lip.

“Aye,” agreed Thor, “there’s rub.”

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The team tries to set up Steve and Tony. Things don't go as planned.

Baby lovers like you and me (never say die) by FestiveFerret (Old Guard AU/7.5K)

The Avengers. They'd found him frozen in the ice, told him he was immortal, of all things. And with the way he'd lived through seventy years deep in the Atlantic, he found himself inclined to believe them. They'd also been very… convincing.

Without question, they integrated him into their unit - The Avengers, a secret team of unkillables seeking wrongs around the world and making them right, supported and housed by an enigmatic billionaire named Tony Stark. Their immortality, it seemed, was a secret to everyone but him.

Ready, set, bake by ChocolateCapCookie (Great British Bake Off/11k) 

The Avengers are on a nationally televised baking competition, but nobody seems to have warned the producers that the Avengers, while they save the world everyday and put their loves at risk doing so, are a) insanely competitive, and b) absolutely terrible bakers. Steve Rogers, especially, has a competitive streak a mile wide, and he's determined to win this competition, but it's not easy when his only real opponent is also the man he's been in love with for years.

***To make flowers grow (in this barren heart) by SoldiersShield, KakushiMiko (Hanahaki AU/16K) 

“You hide yourself away in your technology, but you are just as human as the rest of them. Your heart betrays your desire to possess.” Her gaze falls to the arc reactor, and Tony's blood runs cold in his veins.

“The Earth will reclaim what we have lost,” she says, dragging a hand over the chestplate of the armor. “It is you, and your kind-- your greed that pulls life from the soil as if it were nothing. You will reap what you have sown, Stark. The avarice in your heart will strangle the very life out of you.” Arna meets his eyes once more, a serene smile on her face as she leans forward.

“I hope he is worth dying for,” she murmurs, before digging her hand into his ribcage.

(Tony Stark falls in love with Steve Rogers. A rogue enchantress ensures he pays for it.)

Shelter from the storm by silkspectred (KidFic/5k) 

Tony adopts a baby. Guess who's Majorly Fucked Up™ about it.

Keep on beating by itsallAvengers (Domestic Fluff/6K) 

There were an awful lot of things Steve loved about Tony. But one thing in particular Steve could never get enough of was his heartbeat.

The good or bad thing by petreparkour (Multiverse/10k) 

 “It’s the metal suit,” Thor informed Steve, his normally-booming voice tinny over the SHIELD comms. “What did Stark call it—Iron Man?”

“But he’s down here,” Steve protested as the Hulk roared in Stark’s face, startling him into waking with a shout. “How could—”

“It’s damaged,” Thor reported. “But it looks different. More advanced. And he—ah. He’s carrying you, Captain.”

“Please tell me nobody kissed me,” Stark breathed out, and then Stark’s voice suddenly came over the comms, but the man lying next to him hadn’t moved.

“Guys, come on, you’re killing me here. What is it, 2012? God, I hate time travel. First, I'm fighting Thanos. Now, I have to deal with my past self and Thor's bad haircut? Oh my God, Cap, yes I hacked their comms, they’re my comms.”

Steve nearly opened his mouth to protest that he hadn’t said anything when he realized that this replica of Tony Stark wasn’t speaking to him.

***The tipping point by nightwalker (Domestic Fluff/7K) 

Tony has a few quirks. Steve's still trying to figure them all out.

We two, how long we were fool’d by glassessay (Soulmate AU/9K) 

Steve Rogers comes into the world as unblemished as his mother. When Anthony Stark is born, his soulmark is an obvious pattern of ink across his tiny chest.

It only takes a century, two names, and a shared love of Walt Whitman for them to find each other.

The tape in the cave by betheflame (Canon Divergent/5K) 

Steve had no idea what was happening.

“You think I didn’t know that?”

Tony was staring Zemo down as though the Sokovian was actual vermin - which, Steve reflected, he kind of was.

“You think that I,” Tony continued, not hiding the sneer in his voice, “Anthony Stark, who has more powerful technology in my literal fingers than most nations have, that I wouldn’t know everything possible about how my parents died? That I wouldn’t know it wasn’t an accident, that your silly little HYDRA Nazi knock-off pals are the ones who murdered them? Please, you are pathetic.”

Happy ending by Robin_tCJ (No-Powers AU/28K) 

 Steve is a mobile massage therapist, and Tony is a stressed billionaire. What could go wrong?

With a decent happiness by torigates (Teacher AU/16K) 

Tony Stark is Iron Man. Steve Rogers isn't, and never was Captain America.

Or, the one where everything is the same except Steve is a kindergarten teacher.

Nothing left but scars by SailorChibi (MCU/6.7K) - Reread

Steve wakes up to the fact that no one ever compliments or even says thank you to Tony, and that he has fallen into the same trap of painting Tony with a specific paintbrush.

This is how he showers a very confused Tony with praise to make up for it.

Our hearts should remember and follow by frostfall (MCU/5K) 

Steve hums. “I didn’t know you could play. Or sing. Don’t think I’ve heard anyone mention it before.”

Tony shrugs. “It’s one of the few things, skills, I don’t flaunt. Not something people are interested in, anyway. Not gonna sway any board members by playing fucking Für Elise for them. Sides’, there’s a high chance I wouldn’t even play. Well, maybe if you get me drunk enough and near an instrument. Then, I might reconsider.”

(After a dream leaves Tony rattled, he turns to the piano as a way to distract himself.)

Finally, you and me by pensversusswords (Multiverse/10K) 

Because in every layer of time, in every conceivable dimension, he was always meant to love Steve.

By some miracle, Steve was meant to love him back.

***Full disclosure not required (but appreciated) by Potrix (Identity Porn/16k) 

The one where Steve knows more than he lets on, Tony knows less than he pretends, Clint has a big mouth, Bucky is a little shit, and everyone learns why keeping secrets never ends well.

Almost never, anyway.

Heartlines by nanasekei (MCU/7.9K) 

“Let me,” Tony repeats. He regrets it deeply, so much, he wants to stick the words back into his mouth again, and it must show, in the way his voice wavers. He feels exposed, all of a sudden, as if he’s asking something bigger than what he can actually say. Let me touch you, let me take care of you. “Just… Let me do it.”

i found a way to let you in, but i never really had a doubt (marriage series) by quidhitch (Marriage Series/16k) 

Tony Stark doesn’t believe in marriage. It’s nobody’s fault. —Well, it’s Howard's fault, probably, but Tony doesn’t like to think about that for too long, finds that it dredges up all sorts of issues he’d rather keep buried under a mountain of strategically employed sarcasm, humorous self-deprecation, and the occasionally effective substance abuse.

***Hide your love away by sineala (Soulmate/33K) - Reread

Tony has suspected for a long time that the soulmark on his chest matches Steve's -- but he's never told Steve about it. And then it's too late to tell Steve anything at all ever again. In the wake of Steve's death, the Skrull invasion, and Norman Osborn's rise to power, the identity of his soulmate is just one of the many things Tony cuts out of his memory forever.

When Tony returns to consciousness, he's forced to deal with the aftermath of a war he no longer remembers fighting, not to mention a Steve Rogers who can barely stand to be in the same room with him. Surely the last thing Tony could ever need in his life is more amnesia. But that's what he gets. And Tony's new missing memory just might be the key to finding out the truth of his soulmark... as well as his chance to make things right once and for all.

Break the chain (can’t live in circles again) by orphan_account (FWB/19K) 

There had been seven amazing weeks of dating Steve Rogers before Tony realised that they weren’t dating at all. And then it was a scramble to adjust to the situation as it had always been: being Steve’s friend-with-benefits.

And if Steve seemed a little confused and bewildered by the way Tony was acting, well. Tony was probably just misreading that, too.

Five times steve and tony (tried to) bail each other out of jail by Teyke (MCU/6k) 

Twice before Civil War, twice after, and once during. For very loose definitions of both 'bail' and 'jail'.

Cracked hearts under iron ribs by XtaticPearl (Established Relationship/14k)

Rhodey is away for almost six months now and comes to meet Tony after the mission. He doesn't understand the domesticity of the whole Tower and unknowingly sets off a whole truck of insecurities which make Tony crawl back into being a Stark instead of just Tony. The team is not at all happy and Rhodey joins them in trying to figure out a way to help their resident genius feel better in his skin.

The single biggest problem with communication by BlossomsintheMist (616/108K)

In the wake of Steve's return from the dead and the end of Norman Osborn's reign of terror, the superhero community is recovering--Steve has taken on a new role and Tony is trying to put his life back together. Things are still awkward between them, but they're determined to put things to rights. But when a discussion about their feelings leads to further misunderstandings, they discover that might be more difficult than either of them realized. Set in the early Heroic Age after the end of Dark Reign, this is a get-together story about crossed wires--and second chances.

What are friends for? by bobertsmallismydad (MCU /2.8K) 

In which Steve is targeted by a virus. Will the Avengers be able to save him in time?

Starving by festiveferret (Vampire AU/2K) 

Steve woke up starving.

***Everybody wonders (What it would be like to love you) by SoldiersShield (MCU/3K) 

“...Is that what this is about?” He asks slowly. Steve blanches.

“Oh my god. It is.” Tony has no right looking as giddy as he does. “Steven Grant Rogers, are you jealous?”

--

Or: Steve and Tony have been dancing around each other for a while now, and Steve's rather content with it. Attending a gala together just might change that.

Re(A)d all over by brandnewfashion, MusicalLuna (Drunk Flirting/3k) 

Contrary to popular belief, Tony Stark can blush.

It just takes Steve getting drunk on some magical Asgardian mead for it to finally happen.

***The Do-over Proposal by nightwalker (Established Relationship/1.2k) 

Steve wants to go on a journey, Tony doesn't think it's a good time, and Bucky needs to beat some sense into both these idiots.

A Winter’s Ball by alliejowrites (Victorian AU/3.8K) 

Steve moves to London in search of a patron, so that he can finally devote himself to painting. He is not expecting everything he finds upon meeting Lord Stark. A fluffy little Victorian AU. One-shot.

What’s a fanfic by starksnack (AvAc/1K) 

Kamala introduces Tony and Steve to the world of fanfiction. There is a surprising amount of content about them being gay.

[plan3tlvrs]

Pinky

Summary⛧ eren a underground mafia leader visits a strip club with his friends.

Contains ⛧ 18+, nsfw, oral sex, (male and female receiving), riding, mentions of spit, gagging, face fucking, spanking, car sex, modern au 

2.k+ words

⛧ x fem!reader

⛧ mafia eren

A/n⛧ this is my first post so I hope you all enjoy and feel free to leave request.

Saturday night’s was when the club you worked at got the most customers; it was called the Pinky. You’ve worked there for almost two years now, first starting when you were a sophomore in college. Of course, you needed the money to pay for your tuition fast and debt free as your college days were ending and you were soon to be graduating. 

You landed this job with a friend that you met in college. Her name was Jenny. You didn’t think you would qualify for the job, but somehow Jenny worked her way around the requirements and here you are almost two years later. 

The club was lit up with different colored LED lights, mainly pink obviously. 

"Hey I need you at table ten in about five minutes" Rick, your manager, spoke to you through the mirror with a clipboard in his hands. 

You nodded and adjusted your outfit so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable all night. It was packed and you knew it by the sound of the crowd outside the dressing room door. You could see the strobe of the lights peeking from under the door as people passed by. 

Ruffling your hair in the mirror, you checked yourself once more and made your way out of the dressing room. Heels clicking on the floor as you surf through the crowd of people and make your way to the bar and pick up your notepad and pen. 

"Yo _____ did Rick tell you about table ten?" Jenny yelled over the music while sitting at the bar. She was on one of her many breaks of the night. 

She rarely did anything but somehow still managed to make money. 

"Not really, he just told me he needed me there in ten minutes" You looked at your phone before shoving it back in your pocket "well now two". 

Jenny laughed a little before putting her drink down. "You see those group of guys in the booth over there" 

You looked over at the booth and saw four men seated in all black from head to toe. They all had some type of expensive jewelry on, as you could tell from the watches, rings and chains they had, including some of them having piercings. 

"Yeah, what about it?" 

"Well, I heard that they are part of the biggest underground mafia in the city. Apparently they come here often and tip big. That's why Rick is always quick to get someone to their booth." Jenny reached over the bar and poured another drink. 

You studied them more as she spoke about them. The one on the far right sported a mullet, with a slight scruff forming around his face. Next to him, the blond had somewhat of a bowl cut that surprisingly went well with his undercut. You could see his piercing blue eyes from where you were standing. The third person was a brunette with his hair in a low messy bun, with a few pieces falling around his face here and there. To you, he was the most attractive. The way he sat with his legs spread, not even bothering to care about the men seated around him, showed that he carried himself highly. And lastly, the one at the end had a buzz cut, his hair kind of shady gray. You don't know how he pulled it off, but somehow he did. 

"The one with the mullet is kind of cute don't you think?" Jenny spoke, snapping you out of your trance.

"Eh I'm leaning towards the one with the bun" You placed your hand on your hip before looking at the clock above the shot glasses. "Shit" You hissed, turning back to Jenny, "I gotta go. I'll catch up with you later tonight?" 

Jenny dragged, obviously a little tipsy, "Yeah girl, go make that money."

Laughing, you walked away and, to your utter surprise, the table Rick had assigned you to wait at was in fact the so-called mafia gang Jenny was babbling about. 

"Good evening gentleman, can I get a few drinks started for you?" Taking out your notepad and pen, you looked at the men scanning them as they all stopped talking. 

The brunette with the man bun stared at you harshly with his green orbs before he spoke, his voice taking you back a bit. 

"Yeah, I'll take you and a round of vodka shots for me and my boys," the brunette smirked, looking around at his friends as they all let out small laughs. 

"Okay, vodka shots and some manners coming right up," you scribbled on your notepad as you returned your gaze to the brunette.

By now, his friends were astonished at your response and found themselves bursting into laughter as if it was the funniest thing on the planet. 

"Damn Eren, she really got you didn’t she" The one with the buzz cut said, slapping his hand on the brunette's shoulder. 

"I'm not gonna lie Eren, she's got sass. "The one with the brown mullet said, leaning back into the booth more. 

"Shut it horse face you too baldie," Eren said sternly, and the two men immediately straightened up.

"Tch" you said before walking away to retrieve their shots.

Eren watched you walk back as your hips moved with ease and your thighs rubbed together against the skimpy uniform shorts you wore. He could feel himself tighten up in his lower region. 

"Alright, a round of vodka shots will that be all for now?" As you leaned down to place the tray of shots on the table, your deep cleavage was visible as you leaned back up.

"Actually, I would like a dance" Eren spoke up, looking at you. 

"Sure, I'll go get someone for you. Just give me a sec" Before you could walk away, Eren spoke again. 

He leaned up from the booth, resting his elbows on the table with both of his fists under his chin.

"No from you" he said, looking you in the eyes. 

"Sorry pretty boy, I'm just the waiter" you said, picking up the tray of now empty shots. 

"I'll pay you name your price," Eren said before you walked away.

He just doesn't stop does he? 

"I don’t need your money" You turned your heels to make your way back to the bar. 

"Ten grand take it or leave it" 

You swear your heart stopped beating for another ten grand? That was more than you made here at night. That was more money than you made in a week, and you could really use it. You stood there deep in thought before making your decision. 

"Fine, but it can't be here. I could get fired" 

Eren smirked widely "That’s fine with me baby. My car is just out back when your shift is over. Meet me out there yeah?" He leaned back and continued a conversation with his friends who couldn't believe what had just happened. 

You waited tables and helped the bartender all night. Sometimes you would catch a glance of Eren staring at you with a hard gaze as you chatted up with people in the crowd which was made up of manly men. 

Eren had seen you talking to another group of guys laughing at something the raven haired man had said. For some odd reason, it made his blood boil like tea in a kettle. He was watching you the whole night and you knew it. Just by your body language, he could tell that you knew his eyes were on you every step you took. 

"Dude, you gotta stop staring at her like that it’s becoming creepy" The one with the buzz cut spoke. 

"Connie I'm not being creepy, I'm just observing" 

"Jean tell Eren he’s being weird," Connie said, rolling her eyes. 

"Is he being weird or creepy? "Pick one, Connie," the blond said, picking up a shot glass.

"Oh shut it Armin" Connie said harshly, leaning back into the booth. 

"Well, he is being kind of weird but-" The one with the mullet spoke after downing what was his sixth shot. 

"Thank you! Jean "Connie exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. 

"I wasn't finished Connie" Jean said, looking at him. "What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that it seems like Eren here has the hots for her already" 

By 2am you were in the backseat of Eren's car with his cock shoved down your throat. You didn’t know how a lap dance could turn into this, but it did. 

"Fuck yes just like that" Eren kept his hand on your head tangled in your hair as you bobbed your head up against his length.

Eren was bigger than most guys you had been with, but you weren't complaining as he shoved himself down your throat more and more with the push of his hips, lifting him lightly off the seat. You pushed your head as far as you could take him, your nose meeting the top of his stomach. He was seriously toned and had strong abs along his stomach. You gagged around him slightly as spit formed around your mouth and dripped down his shaft to his thighs. 

"You're taking me so well baby yes" Eren praised you as his eyes stayed on yours. 

Looking up at him, you could see that the bun he had on his head was falling out as sweat formed around the baby hair on his forehead. He looked so good above you like that as he smirked, catching you in a starry gaze with his dick in your mouth.  

He pulled you from his length, a trail of spit connecting you to his head. 

"Lay down" Eren ushered

Eren was already removing your skimpy shorts as you lay in the back seat.

"Watching you walk around all night in these made me want to ruin you even more," he said as he stroked your thighs.

"Yeah?" you inquired.

"Yeah" His voice was raspy as he grinned at you.

"Do it" you said eagerly. 

"Be careful what you wish for princess" 

Eren toyed with the hem of your panties, staring down at your aroused cunt, seeing it clench at nothing. He took his thumb and ran it over the material circling around your clit as you squirmed for more. 

"Fuck" 

"Use your words baby, tell me what you want," Eren said as he continued his actions. 

"Please" You squeaked 

"Please what" 

"Please fuck me" You pleaded with your eyes wide. 

"Don’t worry, I planned on it" 

Eren pulled your panties off as the hot air of the car hit your cunt. Bending his head down, he placed a soft kiss on your bud, trailing it down to your hole. Licking from the entrance to the top, he gripped your thighs in his hands, working his tongue at a fast pace, taking some time out to even suck on your clit. 

You were a moaning mess, your head pressed against the backseat window of his Mercedes. The windows were fogged up all over and there was a strong odor of sex in the air, but that didn't bother you. You could care less about getting caught by the club security guard. The thought of getting caught made you want to continue even more. 

Eren let go of your right thigh and reached for your soaking cunt, which was mixed with your slick and the spit from his mouth in one. Trailing his two fingers around your hole, he collected your juices before bringing them to your lips. 

"Open" He spoke slowly. 

You opened your mouth, allowing him to push his fingers inside, swirling your tongue around the tips before going all the way down to his knuckles. You could taste the sweetness of your cunt on the tips of his fingers. 

He watched you with lazy eyes and a smirk, grunting "fuck you look so hot right now". 

Eren pulled his finger out of your mouth, trailing them back down to your pussy before entering the two digits. His fingers began to move at a steady pace before you urged him on with your moans. As you grabbed the handle bar above the window to keep yourself from collapsing, his fingers hit the perfect spot.

He was so good with his fingers, the way he would move them against your walls. You couldn’t wait to feel the rest of him inside you. 

"Eren I'm gonna-" You let out a panted breath as he latched his mouth to your clit once again, flicking his tongue as his fingers continued their work. 

"Hold it," Eren said before pushing his fingers knuckle deep inside of you, hitting your g-spot every time.

Your legs shook as he held your left thigh in his hand and your right thigh over his shoulder, preventing you from closing your legs. Placing a hand on top of his head, pushing his hair from his face. He looked like a Greek god from below, those green irises glistening in the moon light that peaked through the fog of the window. You could hear the music from the club still going on and people walking through the parking lot. 

"Fuck Eren, I'm gonna cum right there" Your hands gripped his hair tightly as he let out a groan. 

"Your gonna cum all right, all over my dick now come here" Eren separated himself from your pussy by grabbing you by the hips and squeezing you into his lap.

Hands went behind his head to grip the back of the seat. Eren teased the tip of his cock against your slick folds, getting it wet with your arousal before pushing the tip in bit by bit. You shuttered above him, eagerly waiting for him to enter you fully. 

"Stop teasing" you said, looking him in his eyes. 

"You sure you can take it?" 

He grinned as you nodded your head, quickly placing his hands on your hips, he slammed your hips down. Letting out a wincing moan at how big he was inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix. Eren started guiding your hips in a back and forth movement after letting you adjust to his size. He was long and thick, splitting your walls perfectly. 

You moved your hips at a steady pace while leaning your face in the crook of his neck, kissing him softly and nipping at the skin. You wanted him to remember how he ruined you in the back of his car for the next week. You wanted him to constantly think about how he fucked you into oblivion. 

"Good girl, you're taking me so well, darling," Eren grunted, lowering his hands to your groin and gripping the flesh with both hands. He gave it a few slaps as he started to go faster with each one. They left his large hand to bring in red markings.

Of course, he had fucked many girls before, but you were his favorite by far. Your attitude made him want to have you even more. He wanted to teach you a lesson. 

Eren stopped your hips and lifted you up slightly. 

"Let me do some work," he said before ramming his hip into you at a fast pace. 

Your mouth hung open and jaw slack as he fucked you into next year. Eyes rolling into the back of your head and tears forming at the ends of your eyes. 

"Shit shit shit right there don’t stop" Your hand reached up to grab your breasts, which were still hidden beneath your bra.

You detached your hands from around the seat and around your back to take off your bra as he fucked you into the roof of the car your head almost hitting the ceiling. Eren took your naked breast into his mouth while looking up at you as if he was innocent. Eyelashes fanning against the skin as his hips continued to meet your ass. 

"Yeah right there you like that don’t you?" "Use your words, baby," Eren grunted, jutting his pelvis into yours.

"I do, oh my god." Your hands wrapped around the base of his nape, holding onto it. 

Eren grabbed your neck making you look him in the eyes as he fucked you. Brining you down as your lips connected with each other’s molding perfectly. His tongue entered your mouth as your moans muffled.

His moans became staggered signaling that he was close to his own release.

A few strokes later, you felt the bubbly feeling in your stomach reappear again and your legs began to shake more than they already were. By now tears had streamed down your face and your mascara running. Eren smirked as he watched you cry, giddy with delight at seeing you gasp for him every time he jutted his length into your walls.

"I'm cumming" You spoke as your orgasm ripped through you like a blade. 

Legs shaking as Eren continued to fuck into you, pulling out at the last minute to release himself over your stomach. 

You rested your head on his shoulder and it was silent as you both tried to catch your breath. Rolling to the seat next to him, you sat sweaty and sticky with arousal. Looking to the side, Eren was doing the same but staring at you out the corner of his eye with a grin before speaking.

"So you want ten grand or are you gonna let me take you on a date?"

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[kerie-prince]

more than enough

George Weasley x Hufflepuff!reader (fluff)

requested: (@weasleys-wizard-wap) hey there! could i request a george weasley x fem!hufflepuff!reader where she comes from a wealthy muggle family but doesn’t brag or is snobby and george gets insecure and feels like he’ll never be enough for her so she comforts him?

warnings: use of 'mudblood' again, suggestive themes at the end, sad george :(

summary: your family never had a problem financially, while the weasley's are a different story. and even though you don't flaunt it, george still doesn't think he's good enough for you

a/n: not me getting draco involved again (what can i say, i love my bf) also i hope this is good, it's shorter than what i usually write

(gif cred)

You weren't a stranger to high class frivolities. Your muggle father owned a successful company in London that has been in your family for quite a few generations which got you into some of the finest parties, dinners, clubs and restaurants around the world. But none of that mattered to you.

The best moments took place in the summer night at the magical Burrow with George and his family. The humble Weasley family may not have been drowning in riches, but it didn't matter. They had each other and that was more than enough.

—

You ran through the corridors, adjusting the black and yellow tie around your neck on the way to your Potions class. You weren't usually late to classes, but last night had you caught up in George’s room late that you spent the night in the Gryffindor dorms.

By a second, you had made it into Slughorn’s class on time and took your spot between Hermione and Hannah. “Ahm, what’s that over here,” Hannah gestured to a spot below your ear. You panicked as you pulled a mirror from your bag to see what she was talking about, only to see nothing there. The girls at your table laughed at your gullible state, “Ha ha, very funny.”

Across the room, a certain Slytherin catches your attention, “Oi Y/L/N! Not still wasting your time on one of the Weaslebee’s are you?” Malfoy’s friends laughed at his comment. You rolled your eyes at him, not exactly in the mood for his rude jabs at your boyfriend or his family today. “Piss off, Malfoy.”

Ooos were heard across the room. “Oh come on, Y/N. You may be a mudblood, but surely you can do better than, what do muggles call it, Cinderella.” That’s it you thought. You pulled your wand out ready to hex Malfoy but Hermione stopped you before you could get detention and points taken from Hufflepuff.

Unlike Malfoy who always had to show everyone what newest thing daddy bought him, you valued the simplest things in life. You could easily drown yourself in the best name brand clothes, jewelry, and accessories money could buy, but none of them would have made you as happy as George does.

You flipped off the blond prat and put your attention to your potions professor. The day was dull as you waited for lunch to roll around. Missing breakfast sure built up an appetite. You went to sit with your fellow Hufflepuffs at your table to catch up with friends as you normally sat with George and his friends at Gryffindor’s table.

They all greeted you warmly. Before you could take a seat, you felt strong arms pull you back up and turn you around. Your boyfriend towered over you and had the biggest smile on his face. A face you couldn't get enough of. “Afternoon, milady,” George greeted you. You stood on the tips of your feet to give him a peck on his lips, a peck that turned into one, two, then four sweet kisses. “Milking Y/L/N for her money, are we Weasley?” a group of snobby Slytherin’s passed by the table. You had to tighten your grip on your boyfriend to keep him from going across the table.

It’s become a normal thing recently. It was known that although you were muggleborn, you came from a very well off family. One that could almost rival the Parkinson’s and Malfoy’s. The Weasley family didn’t have such privileges, and the highborns of Slytherin’s love to remind him of that. There were nights that George doubted if you were really happy with him as he had no materials to offer you.

You felt him tense in your hands and pulled his face to look back down to yours, “Hey, you okay?”

He visibly relaxed at your fingertips, “Yeah, I'm fine, love.” He kissed the top of your head and walked to his table. You took your seat next to your friends and started your lunch. The fellow badgers around you looked awkwardly at you, not really ones for conflict; getting into it or talking about it. You turned to talk to Justin and Hannah to get your mind off it.

—

As George sat in his shared dorm with Fred, he couldn’t focus on what his brother was saying. He sat in his bed thinking about what his classmate said about him. Milking Y/L/N for her money? George knew that he wasn’t, and his whole family and friends knew it too. What bothered him was that everyone thought it. And sometimes in his nightmares, he dreamt that you would think of him like that as well.

He never once wanted to be a part of a high class family as he always thought that they were snobby and didn’t appreciate anything. But when he met you, he saw how genuine and kind you are. George fell in love with the way you held your head high not in power but by gracefulness. People liked you because you were kind to everyone, not caring whether or not they had a profitable status. But also, people liked you because you had money. Money he could only dream of having.

George often thought if you would be happier with someone better than him; someone who could give you the world that you deserve and still have enough to buy you another world. But he was selfish in a way that he would never want to give you up.

“You’re thinking about it again, Georgie,” he heard his brother interrupt his thoughts. He had sunken shoulders, a frown on his face, and not as much energy as he usually did when Fred was thinking of what mischief they could get themselves into.

“I was just thinking if I’m-”

“Good enough for Y/N,” Fred said simultaneously with George. “Stay here.”

Fred left their shared room for a while, only to come back with you. “Alright love birds. I'll be downstairs. Don't do anything I'd do.”

You looked confused at his words, “Don't you mean ‘wouldn't’ do?” Fred just smirked, gave you two a wink and left the dorm. From outside, you could hear him casting a spell on the door to keep it locked. The whole situation was making your head scratch. When Fred came down to the Hufflepuff dorms, he didn't explain why you were being taken to Gryffindor house.

Not minding that you were left with your boyfriend alone, you looked at him with a big smile and stood yourself between his legs and gave him a hug. When George hesitated to hug you back, you realized something was wrong.

“You okay, babe?” you sounded concerned. He nestled his head into your neck and mumbled into your skin. “One more time?”

“Do you think your parents would like me?” George expressed. He pulled his head away to look at you better, his hands rested softly on your waist. Absentmindedly, his thumbs were massaging the area.

The question took you by surprise. You giggled in response and said, “Of course they would, they'd love you. Is that what this is about? Do you want to meet them?”

“Even though I don't have…” he couldn't finish what he was about to say because it embarrassed him. Not because of the financial state of his family. He was no Percy. He was embarrassed because he let all those other people make him feel less than when he was with you. He returned to his spot against your neck.

“Hey, I don't care about all that,” you caught on to what he was saying, “and neither to my parents. They just want what's best for me, and what's best for me is you.” You gently grabbed his checks and brought him up to look at you again.

“I love you,” you declared. Soon after, a deep blush crept onto your cheeks. It was the first time either of you have said the words. George looked at you with wide eyes, followed by a grin that stretched across widely. “Say that again?”

“I love you, George.” Seconds after, he pulled you in and placed his lips on yours. They moved in perfect motion with each other. You pulled away after a while, starting to lose your breath. George rested his forehead against yours and whispered, “I love you, Y/N.”

That night would be one of the best nights in your life. And seeing as you were left alone with a locked door, you climbed up to straddle his lap and kiss him more. Until one kiss turned into several, and several kisses turned into something more.

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requests are open!

[honeypirate]

Feet First

Obi Akitaru and Fem!Waitress reader

“His face smiles when he’s tense, he can’t help it” the man with the glasses says as you bring over more drinks. They were already a few in and were so far your favorite table of your shift. They were talkative and joking around, you loved it.

You tuck your drink tray under your arm and place your elbow on the high table, resting your chin on your palm as you gazed at the young man with a smile and unblinking eyes.

The handsome biggest man in the middle, the famous Captain of the Fire Force 8th division, stares at you with a grin and stars in his eyes “is that so?” you ask softly and lean in closer to the young man, hoping to see if it was true. You watched as the corners of his mouth twitched a few times as he tried to control it, you lean in farther and he can feel your soft breath hitting him as his face tenses into a smile.

You start laughing along with the handsome man in the middle, the one with glasses just takes a drink of his beer. “Sorry kid, I had to see it” he just nods, his cheeks turning as pink as his eyes.

“I think it’s really cute though. Dont worry” you wink at him before looking into the eyes of the one you were currently crushing hard for “do you guys need anything else right now?” you smile at him and his cheeks start to flush a little from your gaze “no, we’re good for now. thanks ..” he looks at your name tag, like he hasn’t known your name this entire time, “thanks y/n” you nod and turn around, heading back to the bar for more drinks for your other tables, feeling his eyes on you had made you grateful for wearing your good jeans tonight.

“Did you see who's at my table 12?” you whisper to your best friend and co-waitress, Jane. She slyly looks over your shoulder and then leans into your shoulder with a whispered squeal “oh my god y/n they are all so handsome, that one in the middle is SCRUMPTIOUS and aren't they..?” you nod “fire soldiers. I’m thinking about giving the one in the middle my number” she chuckles and her eyes widen in recognition “dude do it! That’s Captain Obi! He’s looked back at you like 50 times already”

You feel your cheeks warm up as you place the drink glasses on your tray and hold it above your shoulder as you turn back around, making eye contact with the Captain.

You smile at him and wink then smile harder, butterflies making your stomach flutter when his cheeks turn pink. You walk over to a different table, setting down the drinks and taking food orders, popping your hip out just a little extra because of their table directly behind you.

When you walked back to the bar and kitchen you set another glance over your shoulder at the Captain who was watching you, grinning when he winks at you this time. You feel your heart skip and you stick your tongue out at him just a little making him laugh.

After ten minutes of dealing with some kitchen problems you’re back out at their table “Here are your nachos and cheese fries” you place between them, all three moaning as they take bites immediately, not even waiting for the plates to touch the table. “You’re burgers will all be out shortly”

you chuckle as you set down the drink refills as well “thank you beautiful” Captain says and your cheeks flush “calling a girl beautiful when she doesn't even know your name, it doesn't feel right to me” you grin up at him and he returns it

“Obi Akitaru, now can i call you beautiful?” you nod with a flirty smirk “you can call me tonight if you want” he almost chokes on his drink and the kid next to him beats on his back a few times.

Guy with the glasses who you’ve heard been called Hinawa, just rolls his eyes and puts another chip in his mouth. If you spent long enough looking at him you’d realize how jealous he was, but you didn’t, your eyes easily found Obi again as you waiting for his response.

“yes! I would like that a lot ” his words stumble out and you chuckle, taking out your pad of paper and pen writing out your name and number with a small heart “here is my number. I look forward to hearing from you Obi” your fingers brush his when you hand him the paper and then you turn and head back into the kitchen for your other orders.

Hinawa rolls his eyes so hard it hurt.

You feel your phone immediately buzz in the front pocket of your apron and you chuckle as you slip into the back fridge to check. sure enough it’s from a new number asking when you get off work. You send back “45 minutes, what do you wanna do tonight Obi?” you squeal as you exit the fridge and go find Jane who was now sitting in her closed section because she got cut and closed.

You tell her everything and she quietly cheers for you before you have orders up to deliver, noticing someone else has dropped the burgers at their table.

After the dinner rush slows down, and you get a little more time, you notice the two other guys with him leave. you finish talking to your boss before going over to their table and clear off some of the plates “are your friends coming back?” you ask and he chuckles “no they’re going home, now i’m just waiting on you, doll” you grin as your cheeks warm again, your heart skipping as you refill his water glass

“15 minutes then I’m all yours” you heft the tray to your shoulder now covered in empty plates and glasses “i’m really looking forward to it.”

he hands you the black book with the bill and cash in it “ready whenever you are” you shove the book in your front pocket and laugh “see you in a bit” you say before walking back into the kitchen with a smile on your face and excitement in your veins.

You finish your silverware rolling and cleaning in the back, before sweeping your section and wiping off tables, making small talk with Obi whenever you are around him. Talking about when you started working there and how he hasn’t ever seen you since he’s been coming here for years.

You shrugged “i don’t know how you haven’t noticed me, I notice your handsome self every time you come in” you say and make eye contact with him smiling. Watching as he gets so flustered he speechless for a moment. He’s not a player, you can tell from his actions that this is new for him, flirting and having it be successful, he could hardly believe it. It’s why he switched to water after one beer that his big stature hardly even felt but he wanted to be clear headed with you.

You wipe off his table and pick up his glass “I can meet you out front in five minutes” you say and he hops off his stool “Okay, i'll see you in a bit beautiful” he winks and walks towards the front of the house, looking if his shoulder and smiling every few steps.

Your section is checked, your jobs are checked, and your receipts and cash are checked before your boss opens the safe to give you your extra tips from cards. Obi had surprisingly left you a hefty tip but you still had a great night with all your other customers. You shove your apron into your bag and pull out a sweatshirt and perfume. You take your hair out from it’s low pony and put on your hoodie, spraying it with perfume so you don't smell like fried foods and beer, before heading out to see what Obi had in mind.

When you exit he is waiting by the front door, looking up into the night sky before looking at you and grinning. He pushes off the wall and holds his hand out and you take his hand without hesitation, making him smile warmly.

“so where are we going tonight captain?” you ask and he chuckles, giving your hand a squeeze “it’s a surprise” you laugh until you notice you’re walking towards a fire force truck “we’re going in that?” you ask and stop in your tracks. Obi laughs at your reaction and nods “of course” you beam and start to bounce on your toes “this is the BEST” you say before practically dragging him with you to his truck.

“Okay put on your seat belt” he says but you’re too enamored by the interior that you don't really register. He chuckles before reaching across you to grab the belt “‘huh?” you say as you see his arm but it quickly grabs the metal end and pulls it out, clicking it in palace “sorry” you say sheepishly and he smiles “you’re so adorable” he says and you grin, your cheeks flushing “thank you, you're not so bad yourself hot stuff” he chuckles, holding out his hand again for you to take it before he’s backing out of the parking space.

“A park?” you ask as you hop out form the truck, he was holding your door open and holding your hand, helping you down. He nods “a park on a big hill on a nice night where he can swing and talk” you smile wide, hardly believing this big sexy man was taking you to a park so you could talk and star gaze. It was perfect.

“Race ya” you say and take off towards the swings “no fair! You got a head start” he says laughing as he runs behind you. You grab on to a swing just a few seconds before he did “i won so that means you have to give me something” he laughs “what would you like?” you both sit down in the seats of your swings as you think “hmmm” you walk backwards until you are on your tiptoes before jumping up and swinging forward kicking your legs out “is it too early to ask you for a kiss?” you say, boldly, and he laughs “i don't think so” he says and you look over at him, swinging at the same speed in tandem “perfect. Then that's what I want you to give me tonight” you can feel your cheeks are warmer than ever but your heart feels like it was on a swingset of its own. You cannot believe how bold you’re being tonight.

“So tell me, Obi. what made you become a fire soldier?” you lean back as you swing high, watching the ground come up to you quickly, feeling like you were on a roller coaster. He chuckles at you and then says “I wanted to help people” you can tell there is more to it but don't press him, he’ll tell you when he feels comfortable with you. “Do you like working at the restaurant?” he asks and you let yourself naturally slow down as you stay leaned back “mmhmm! I meant to only be there as a part time thing to pay for school but I really enjoy interacting with people. I’ve graduated already and can get a job in my field at any moment but I’ll stay here as long as I get paid well.” You lean back up to sit normally and smile at him when you make eye contact.

“What’s your field?” he asks as you both slow down speed “I majored in Biochemistry with a minor in chemistry” you place your feet on the ground to stop yourself and twist so you were facing him, he does the same and you lean in close

“i’m also a second generation” you whisper and then pull back with a little smile. He has wide eyes and a smile “seriously?” he asks and you nod, pulling a lighter from your pocket you flick it and the fire flies into your palm, you make it dance around your finger tips before closing it inside your palm and putting it out. “Mostly party tricks. My parents didn't want anyone to know so as a kid I always hid it. It actually works really well in chemistry so once i was an adult i decided to use it freely. My parents were just worried and did what they thought was best.”

when you look back up into his eyes he’s looking at you with stars in his eyes again he leans forward, capturing your face in his large hands “god you’re amazing” he whispers “can I give you a kiss now?” he asks and you grin with a chuckle, nodding your head in his hands and he quickly but gently brushes your lips with his own.

When he pulls back you’re smiling softly up at him with eyes so sweet he feels his heart melt for you. “Do you like pancakes?” He asks and you chuckle with raised eyebrows ”pancakes?” You ask and he nods with a chuckle

“I love pancakes” you say and he grins “Wanna have breakfast with me in the morning?” He ask as he’s standing and pulling you with him, his arms wrapping around you as your swings wobble back into place.

“I’d love to get breakfast with you” you say and he leans down to kiss you again “youre so beautiful” he whispers against your lips then you push up on your toes and seal your lips against his.

Your hands bury into his hair as his tongue licks against yours, making you chuckle softly as his hands reaches down and gripped your ass, pulling you up against him as he kissed you hard.

“Breakfast” he said after he broke away and his hands rested softly on your neck, his forehead pressed to yours.

“9am. I’ll pick you up” he says and you chuckle, giving him a soft kiss before taking his hand “can you also take me home tonight?” You ask and he nods with a laugh “of course doll”

He opens the door to the truck and helps you in, lifting you up and placing your butt on the seat before he steps on the rail and kisses you again.

he hops down with a smile and walks away to his door, turning the key as you put your seatbelt on this time, reaching out for his hand at the same time he reaches for yours. He chuckles softly as you bring his hand to your lap, his stomach filling with warmth.

He walks you to your door and leans down to kiss you, soft and warm, making your heart flutter and your spine tingle as he hugged you to his chest.

“I’ll see you in the morning beautiful” he says and gives you one last peck before he heads back to his truck, blowing you a kiss as you wait by door, waving as he drives off.

You close the door to your apartment and sigh as you lean against it. It seems too good to be true but his eyes are so honest you can’t help but trust him. God what a man. Your fingers brush against your lips softly as you smile and head deeper into your apartment. You know you won’t be able to sleep tonight, not with him on your mind.

[getitinbusan]

The Studio Sessions - Part 4

Smut Series

It's Min Yoongi's birthday and you're ready to give him whatever he wants. When he makes a sarcastic wish while blowing out the candles he didn't think you'd take it seriously. But he's glad you did.

When word spreads about these special "Studio Sessions" everyone wants to collaborate. A chaptered 0T7 smut. 

These stand alone but why wouldn't you read them all?

The Collaborators so far:

Taehyung

Jimin

Namjoon & J hope

The Jin Collaboration

Moans, grunts and the sound of skin slapping on skin filled the air as the monitor played your sex scene on the oversized monitor. It was on it's second loop, Yoongi already watching it in full, had left to make sure you were okay.

Hand in hand you made your way back to the comfort of his studio. As he held the door open for you, your first sight was Jin standing in front of Yoongi's desk. His dick was in his hand furiously stroking himself as the video of Hoseok and Joon tag teaming you played. 

"Is there anyone around here that doesn't want to fuck my girlfriend?" Yoongi startled him.

Nervously fumbling he tried to tuck himself back into his pants.

"What were you looking for Jin? Were you hoping to find something?" you asked in a teasing tone.

Stammering as his face blushed hot,  "Taehyung...he told me I should come down here."

You cocked an eyebrow, "And what did Taehyung tell you you'd find if you did?" 

He looked apprehensively at your boyfriend, "He said, Yoongi was letting you have sex with everyone." 

Yoongi couldn't help but grin at how flustered you were making him. "If you thought I was going to fuck you, why are you in here all alone playing with yourself like a naughty little boy?"

Looking dejected and embarrassed he started to walk towards the exit. 

"Do you like her?" Yoongi asked his Hyung. Jin turned back towards him and nodded, "Maybe if you ask her nicely she'll let you touch her."

Usually overconfident it was strange to see him so ruffled.

"Would you…" his voice was quiet, "I mean, can I?" 

Feeling bad, you knew Jin hadn't been with anyone since his break up months ago. The split was partially because he had a penchant for being tied up and she thought it was strange. Her loss.

"I would, and you can."

He was clearly nervous about this whole situation watching closely as Yoongi moved to sit at his desk,

"You're staying in the room?" Jin seemed surprised. "Isn't that...weird?"

Yoongi laughed, "So to be clear, the weird part isn't that I'm letting everyone get off with my girlfriend, it's that I'm watching while she does it?"

Jin was getting his back up, "I just...I don't think I'm comfortable with you watching me."

While Jin was older, Yoongi never had a problem putting him in his place. "Don't flatter yourself, I've got better things to do than watch your wrinkly balls, take it or leave it."

Getting frustrated, their stupid arguing was pushing you further away from the finish line.

"Listen, Yoongi's going to do his work," you directed your statement towards him. "Which, may I remind you, is how this whole thing got started in the first place."  

Looking at Jin, "You, you're going to get fucked so hard you'll forget he's even here, okay??"

Both men huffed out a "fine" before Yoongi turned in his chair and put his headphones on. 

Standing face to face you ran your fingers through Jin's hair, giving it a firm tug you pulled his head down until his lips were on yours. He was practically purring, all thoughts of Yoongi forgotten as your tongue explored his mouth.

His eyes were closed and his lips were holding a grin, as your other hand rubbed over his chest.  You could feel his fingers working the front buttons of your dress open. Pushing the thin fabric from your skin, your breast was left exposed, he pulled his lips from yours and stared hungrily.

Tracing the outline of your nipple with his index finger it hardened under his touch. He pulled his shirt off, the wet excitement growing between your legs. His chest and shoulders were like a chiseled Greek Adonis sculpture. 

Working your tongue over his abdomen you pushed him backwards onto the couch. Straddling him, his cock was hard underneath you.

Removing your dress for the 4th time that day you rubbed your core over his denim covered cock. He felt huge, and you couldn't wait to get your mouth on him.

He groaned when you stood up, leaving your damp markings on his jeans. "Please don't stop," his desperate begging spurred you on.

Getting on your knees beside the couch you unzipped his pants, his boxers were BT21 and had RJ all over them.

"Always your own biggest fan huh?" You giggled at him, "Let's see what else you've got in here."

Reaching in he was unbelievably hard and wet, weeping with pre cum. "Are you excited for my mouth Oppa? I want to see what your cum tastes like."

He closed his eyes and his mouth parted like he wanted to say something but could only nod.

Wrapping your lips around him you only teased the tip, sucking gently but not going any deeper. Ignoring his shaft he was getting desperate trying to thrust  into your throat.

He grabbed the top of your head to push you further onto his cock but you shoved his hands away. "That's not how this works," you scolded him. "Stand up and take your pants off." 

As he stood undressing you looked around the room. Walking to the desk you ran your hands over Yoongi's shoulders and kissed his cheek.

Pulling one side of his head phones up you lifted the extra USB cables off his shelf, "mind if I borrow these?"

Smiling wide he nodded his approval. Jin, at first puzzled, lit up when he realized you were tying the cables into zip snares.

Wrapping his hands behind his back and his feet together you helped him onto the couch. "How's that feel? Are you comfortable?"

His cock was so agitated you were worried he may cum on his own. "I'm good, he panted out." 

"Good won't do, I think we can do better than that." 

Positioning your mouth you let out a hot breath over his testicles. Warming and relaxing them with your tongue you needed them to drop a little so you could safely bind them.

Satisfied with their position, you began tying his cock and balls together. The restricted blood flow would make sure his pleasure lasted a while.

He watched in reverence as you skillfully wound the cables, whimpering a little with the final tug to secure his confinement.

His cock stood up straight and stiff, "Do you want me to fuck it or suck it?" You queried out loud.

"Fuck it...please Y/N fuck it." 

"I really need to cum Jin, I think I'll be able to focus on you more if I get off first," you teased.

He threw his head back in frustration as you squatted over his face. You let him struggle, tongue just out of reach. "You want a taste?"

Inserting a finger into yourself you pulled it back out and licked it clean. It was the perfect mix of this morning's escapades, Yoongi, Tae and Namjoons cum mixed with your own creamy excitement.

Lowering yourself onto his face you instructed, "Just a lick."

His tongue lapped you, swirling around your clit, you wanted more but it wasn't part of the game you were playing right now.

"That's enough," you said, placing yourself just out of reach again.

"I need you to cum Y/N, I can't take this teasing."

"I think you can, in fact, I think you like it."

Inserting your fingers back inside yourself you pumped them, aggressively masturbating over his face. Droplets of your juices had covered his skin by the time you'd finished satisfying yourself.

Hands still bound he was helpless, licking his face you cleaned up your own mess. "That feels better," you declared while leaning over to inspect his cock tie.

His abs were drizzled with strands of sticky pre cum, his desire to have you was extremely flattering.

"Let's take care of you."

You stroked his shaft watching it ooze before finally climbing on top of him. Slowly, torturously you enveloped his cock with your cunt.

Leaning back on your heels you rode him so you could both watch him entering you. "Jesus Jin, how the fuck don't you have a girlfriend?"

He was so hard, the way his head pressed into your g spot sent lightning through your body. Yoongi was staring at your bouncing tits as you got off, cumming all over his hyung. Jin's load was huge, unable to contain it, it leaked out all over him lying spent beneath you. 

Reaching for your dress you carefully used it to wipe him off.

Undoing the cords carefully you massaged him, "Can you show me how to tie those sometime? he asked.

Yoongi chimed in from across the room "you can practice with those ones, I don't think I want them back." 

_______________________________

Yoongi laughed as your smile beamed towards him, "Pretty impressed with yourself aren't you?" 

You nodded "I can't believe I still remember how to tie those knots."

He pulled you into his lap and kissed you, "how come you've never done that to me?" 

"I didn't think you'd be interested."

"I didn't think so either until I saw you doing it." 

You ran your fingers through his hair, "So today we've learned that you like watching, don't mind sharing, aren't opposed to taking a cock and kind of want me to tie you up?" 

He laughed "What can you possibly have left in store for Jungkook?" 

_______________________________

Jungkook

Yoongi

@phoenicia1533

[doggy-48]

So I have a request. Ok so you have to have seen the cliche but great izu and kaachan turned into babies and reader takes care of them. But what if when they turn back to an adult, reader feels a hole in her heart because now she wants a baby. She tries to hide it but, eventually breaks down missing holding a little one. Smut or fluff doesn't matter. I need this 😏😏😏 please and thank you. ❤❤❤❤❤ love your work as always!!

I hope this fic is to your liking! Sorry if it’s not ;_;

A/N

: Sorry if there spelling mistakes or misplaced words or misused words (i’m dumb)! I really need to stop writing fics when i’m running on 3 hours of sleep..AND ALSO thank you boo

(Izuku x Fem!reader, Bakugou x Fem!reader) aged up (cuz like, i couldn’t think of a good story if they were still in u.a)

Izuku

Crying, crying is what woke you out of your peaceful slumber.

“Izuku..what’s wrong..?” You sat up and turned to your boyfriends side of the bed. Izuku is a lil’ crybaby still so you wouldn’t be surprised if he was having one of his moments. But, what you didn’t expect was a baby, a baby? 

You would’ve thought a random baby somehow made it’s way into your home, but the wild hair and emerald eyes poking out of the over sized clothes let you know it was Izuku.

You have no clue how this happened, it was probably another one of those villains with weird quirks like this.

You’re not gonna lie..Izuku is adorable as a baby, but you have no clue how to take care of a baby, do you need to buy baby food? do you need to buy diapers? Your head started to hurt, it was way too early for you to start thinking.

You got up from the bed and went into a stretch, for however long this last it’s gonna take a lot of patience. You didn’t hate babies, you just weren’t good with them, every time you held them they would just cry and cry.

And you’ve seen children be little rebels all the time, you think you would go crazy if you had a child, but you always thought what you and Izuku’s baby would look like. You sighed and walked over to Izuku’s side of the bed and pulled off the over sized clothes he was wiggling in.

“Awhh.” He did look adorable, but he was loud and crying. “What am i gonna do with you?” You leaned down and wiped the tears away from his eyes, as soon as his eyes turned to you his crying died down. “Oh geez thank god, no offense but you’re crying was a little annoying babe.” You gave his nose a little boop and stood up fully and went to go fetch your phone, the U.A group chat needed to know about this. 

Maybe even Jirou will lend you a hand since she has a child with Denki. Or maybe her hands are full? Well, you will never know until she sees.

You got your phone from the charger on the nightstand and turned on your heel, walking back over to Izuku, who seemed to finally to stop crying. You turned on your phone and opened the camera app, you squatted down and turned the camera to Izuku and snapped a picture and sent it to the group chat after.

You: You guys know any age weirdo villains? cuz like, look at Izuku ;_;

Bakugou >:C: Yeah, that stupid nerd fought one not to long ago.

Well, you got the reason why this happened.

Denki: Do you even know how to take care of a child?

You: Nope! but i was gonna ask Jirou for advice

Denki: I’m here!

You: I’ll pass

Denki: >:c

--

A couple of hours went by, Jirou heard about the news and came by giving you diapers, baby clothes that her baby grew out of, baby food, and some other things. You thanked her for her tips and kindness.

Over time you figured out how diapers work and how to put the baby clothes on Izuku.

It’s only been a couple hours and your ears already hurt from Izuku crying every time you left the room to go do something. You ended up having to fall asleep in the room with Izuku so he wouldn’t start screaming.

You thought this was a nightmare and couldn’t wait for him to turn back. Having to stay by his side every day so he wouldn’t curse your sleep, even tho he would still cry when he wasn’t getting attention or food. You thought you wanted it all to end.

--

By the time Izuku turned back to normal you fell asleep for hours, you thought the nightmare was finally over. 

But, as time went on you kinda missed singing little songs to help ease Izuku to sleep, or fake crying to mock his loud level of crying, or doing the silly airplane food trick to get him to eat. All the things you thought were annoying you suddenly started missing, Yeah, Izuku was already a baby, since he always craved your affection, and he was pretty whiny.

But, everyday when you passed by the baby clothes Jirou gave you, you couldn’t help but frown and miss the little whiny baby Izuku.

You thought you were finally over it until you and Izuku thought it’d be a good time to go on a shopping run since you were running pretty low on food and snacks, You two walked hand in hand down the aisles picking all the food you needed, it was all going well until you heard a little baby crying.

You turned your head in the way of the crying, and you saw the baby and it’s mother, the mother trying to desperately calm down her baby that was wiggling about in the cart, you let out a low chuckle. It reminded of when you rocked Izuku back in fourth in your arms and sung him little songs trying to get to stop crying. Why did you miss it all the sudden? It was a nightmare, or at least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.

“Y/n? You okay?” You turned your head over to Izuku who was giving you little worried eyes. You smiled. “Yeah! I’m fine, let’s continue getting all the stuff we need.” You turned away and led him down the aisles, glancing back at the baby as you both walked down the aisle.

The more children you passed in the large shopping mart the more you missed having to wake up to the devils screams (Izuku’s loud crying). You even started to miss the annoying things, like changing his diaper for the 3rd time that day, or when you were about to fall asleep he’d cry to be fed. The little things.

The more the day went on the worse your mood got, and Izuku picked up on it pretty quickly.

As soon as you guys got back to your shared home and set everything down he was fast to question you. “Are you sure you’re okay Y/n?” Izuku looked really worried at this point, worrying if you something at the store bothered you.

“N-no..” Your voice cracked, why were you so sad over seeing a couple babies at the store, you didn’t miss having baby Izuku that much, did you?

“What’s wrong? Did you not want to go to the store? Did i-” “It’s just- you..i miss you as a baby...” You looked down at the floor, tears threatening to spill.

“That’s nothing to cry about..and i thought you said you hated me being a whiny baby..” “I thought i did, but- i guess not..But! i- i know we can’t have one, you are busy and i don’t want to mess up your hero c-” Izuku cut you off with a kiss. “I’ll always make room for you Y/n, But, are you sure you want a baby?” Your eyes widened, was he serious? Don’t people need like a long talk about this?!

You nodded anyway, your head moving without you even noticing. Suddenly you were being swept off your feet, being carried bridal style to you and Izuku’s shared bedroom.  “Your wish is my command” Izuku smiled.

You were sent down on the bed, Izuku crawling on top of you and placing soft kisses on your jawline and along your neck. 

“I wouldn’t mind starting a family with you, Y/n..”

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Bakugou

You woke up to something patting your face, hands?

When you opened you eyes you saw a baby, a baby who looked a awful like your boyfriend. Wait, why is there a baby in your bed?!

You shot up, causing the baby to fall over, but it didn’t start cry.

You inspected the baby further and after you saw no sign of Bakugou and a baby who looked a lot like him in front of you, you assumed that this was Bakugou.

You weren’t that surprised, Bakugou has got hit with a lot of weird quirks over the past years you’ve known him. And having to deal with them until they eventually wore off. 

You grunted and sat up, picking up Bakugou from his back, and sitting him up properly. “Y’know, i’m kinda glad that you turned into a baby and not like a 5 year old child because i don’t think i’d have the patience to deal with the devil’s child.”

Babies in your book were okay, wouldn’t mind having them but you always thought you wouldn’t be a good mother, and being with Bakugou, having a baby with him just means you have to pray that the baby doesn’t take his grumpy, loud, and rebellious traits. Because you have patience to deal with one Bakugou, but if he has a double of himself you’d probably go crazy.

“See, does this mean i have to buy baby stuff?” ‘That’s too much work’ you thought to yourself, today was supposed to be your lazy day with Bakugou, but instead you were greeted with..this.

You sighed and started to get up, Bakugou’s little face turning into a pout as you got up, grabbing your phone. “Stay, don’t crawl off the bed or something.”

--

You ended asking Mina for help since she had a child, and she was more than happy to come over and give you stuff, and take numerous pictures of Bakugou to tease him about when he turned back to normal.

She helped give tips and stayed to help for an hour before she had to leave to tend to own baby. ‘Duty calls.’ is what she said before she ran out the door.

-- 

Taking care of Bakugou wasn’t so much of a drag, since he didn’t cry that often, but he also almost never cried when you stayed near him, the biggest struggle was changing diapers and feeding him, he would always wiggle when you tried to change him and he would turn his head away any time you would hold a spoon up his mouth. You even tried the plane and train trick, didn’t work.

You didn’t even try to figure out how Bakugou turned into a baby, you quite enjoyed him being a baby, Since you probably already had an idea a villain did it. You had to much fun listening to his little giggles he made when you tickled his feet to care, it wasn’t that much tiring as you thought it would be.

-- 

You didn’t want to admit it, but when Bakugou turned back you immediately missed him being a baby, even though you didn’t do that much with him him you still enjoyed him being a baby, you tried to ignore it because you knew Bakugou didn’t have time to talk about a baby when he needed to be #1 Hero. But he obviously caught on without you realizing.

He caught on when he caught you staring at all the baby stuff Mina lent you, at first he didn’t think much of it but it started happening almost every time he saw you.

“Don’t tell you want a baby now.” Bakugou was leaning against your shared bedroom’s door frame. You jumped at his words, gripping the baby clothes in your hand tighter. “What! No..I was just- uh- going...to- thinking about when i was g-gonna give these back...yeah!” Bakugou wasn’t buying it, especially since you didn’t look sure yourself.

“Y/n don’t lie to me.” “I’m nooot. I’m being serious.” You whined. “Plus, even if i did want one, which i totally do not. You don’t have time since you have to be #1 hero remember!” Bakugou lips were in a fine line as he crossed his arms. “Who said i can’t be #1 hero and a #1 father?” “See i t-...wait what?” “You heard me.” See, now if he was joking this wasn’t funny.

“I may want to be #1 hero, but, i will always make time for your wishes, even that means it being a baby.”

[stanbillyhargrove]

Ghosts chp 19

Billy x Katrina

A/N: this is a multi chapter series that will contain smut, angst, fluff, substance abuse

Billy's POV

Sirens blared as we sped down the road away from the cabin. I was tucked the side of the ambulance, out of the way of the EMTs who were trying to stop Katrina's bleeding.

She had passed out for a few minutes but her eyes were fluttering open again, just a little before squeezing shut as tears started pouring down her cheeks.

Her chest shuddered as she sobbed, "Billy?"

I leaned forward so she could see me and laced our fingers together, squeezing tight, "I'm here, Katrina, it's gunna be okay."

"I'm scared," she choked, meeting my eyes.

"Hey," I murmured, "it's okay, I'm right here, babe."

Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment before she whispered, "Baskin Robbins.."

"What?"

"Did you know...they have thirty one flavours?"

I stared at her, confused, and she choked on a wet laugh.

"I'm gunna die and I don't even know...which one's my favorite."

I smirked, shaking my head before tipping it into her hand, "no you won't. You're gunna be fine and I'll buy you more ice cream than you could ever eat, you hear me?"

I looked back up at her and noticed her eyes had closed again.

Katrina's POV

It hurts. My muscles feel like I just finished a marathon, my head is pounding. The light filtering through my eyelids is too bright, every noise too loud. Most of all, my heart hurts.

My heart aches for Olivia, losing the man she loved to gain a reaper in his place. Having her dreams of a happy life crushed in his bloody hands. She had her life poisoned and taken away by the person she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with.

My heart hurts for Neil. For having been tortured, broken and molded into a shell of himself. He had been twisted so much that he no longer had the capacity to love. The things he wanted, a loving wife and kids, instead became heavy burdens.

And most of all, my heart burns for Billy. The boy who lost every parent he's known because of Neil's trauma. The boy who blamed himself for years, who's biggest fear in life is taking up that torch from his father instead of extinguishing the flames.

It hurts and I'm so exhausted.

I could hear Billy and Steve talking, could feel my head throbbed painfully to the sound.

"Too loud," I croaked.

"Katrina?" Billy asked, "are you awake?"

I could feel his hand slide around mine, squeezing gently.

"You're so loud," I mumbled.

Steve snorted, "good morning to you too. Is it actually you now?"

I opened my eyes a little, squinting at him and held up my middle finger, making them both bark out a laugh.

"Where are we?"

"In the hospital, you were pretty hurt," Steve answered, "do you remember what happened?"

I shook my head a little, "only pieces. I remember seeing him and then being in the house, bleeding and now I'm here."

"Neil," Billy grumbled, "do you still feel him with you?"

"I don't know...I'm just tired, everything hurts."

He leaned forward to press a kiss to my forehead, "okay, it's okay. I'll go find a doctor, see if they'll let you out of here, alright?"

"Thanks," I murmured.

He walked out, leaving me with Steve, who was eyeing me carefully.

"Why didn't you tell us something was wrong? We could have brought you to the girls."

I sighed, "I didn't realize, didn't know he would do that...that he could take over like that. I didn't think he'd hurt me..."

Steve's shoulders tightened a bit, "we had to tell the doctors you were attacked. They would have put you in psyche if we didn't and we need to watch you, make sure he doesn't hurt anyone else...we're taking you to Audrey, you'll be staying there for a while."

I swallowed thickly, nodding, "okay."

--

"You're kidding," Billy growled.

Audrey crossed her arms in front of her chest, "not even a little."

"Audrey, you can't just lock her in here," he argued, gesturing at the room behind him.

The room I'd been locked in before, in the basement of their house. The sparse, cold room that I'd woken up alone in after everything went wrong.

She scoffed, "so you'd rather her wander around not in control of her own body?"

"I'm right here," I mumbled.

Audrey looked towards me, "I'm sorry, Katrina, but we don't really have a choice. We don't want you or anyone else getting hurt."

I gave her a weak smile, "it's okay."

Billy clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth together, but helped me shuffle to the bed. Helped me ease down, holding my arms tight so I didn't move too quickly and pull my stitches. He cupped my face after I was settled and placed a gentle kiss to my forehead, nose and finally my lips.

"Get some rest and heal up, okay? We still need to figure out which flavour at Baskin Robbins is your favorite," he smiled.

"What?"

He chuckled, "you don't remember? You were crying about ice cream in the ambulance."

I groaned, tipping my head backwards as my cheeks heated. He just laughed harder and kissed me again, mumbling about me being adorable.

--

I looked around, noticing little changes to the room since the last time I'd been locked in here. There were now plush fur and knitted blankets folded across the bed, a stack of books on the bedside table, even a little TV and a selection of movies. The girls had tried to make the room more comfortable, though no matter how many creature comforts you add, it still felt like being locked in a box.

The door opened and I looked over to see Riley with a tray of food in her hands.

"Dinner," she smiled, coming over to set the tray on the table beside my bed.

She held my hand and helped me slide up the bed, placing pillows behind me so I could sit up a little. The tray she placed in my lap was covered in food. Bowls of soup with steaming biscuits and glasses of iced tea, there was even a little plate of chocolate chip cookies.

"I know there's another person in my head but he doesn't need food, we share the same stomach," I joked.

She snorted, "I wanted to join you. If you want my company that is."

I smiled at her, "thanks."

We dug into our food, dunking buttery biscuits into hearty chicken soup and sipping sugary sweet iced tea until we were full.

"Did you make all that?"

Riley nodded, "I like to cook, takes my mind off things."

"If you teach me how to make those biscuits, I'll teach you how to make iced tea."

She laughed, "you didn't like it? I put a lot of effort stirring the powder into water."

I smirked, "that stuff is too sweet for me. I...my ex was from the south, she converted me."

Riley nodded, a small smile on her lips, "Steve told me about that, I'm sorry about what happened."

I bit the inside of my cheek to hold back tears, "thanks...at least I can still see her though."

"Do you still?"

I puffed out a breath, "I hope so...I haven't seen or felt anyone else since the spell, it's just been Neil."

"Right...is he, do you still...feel him?"

I shook my head, "no, maybe he's gone, maybe he's weakened...I don't know."

She laid a gentle hand over my leg, "we'll figure it out, don't worry. Everything will be fine."

--

It took two weeks for my stitches to be removed, for me to be able to move around by myself. I got to see Ally, Olivia and Elle again during those two weeks which was a blessing. But I still felt like something was off, like things were too quiet.

It took three weeks for the silence in my head to be broken by Neil's deep and buttery smooth voice.

"Hello, pet."

I jumped, looking around my room to the small mirror on the dresser where I saw his face looking back at me.

"What do you want?"

"Oh, come now, pet," he chided, "are you mad at me?"

I clenched my jaw, turning away to mumble, "you said you wouldn't hurt me."

I swore I could feel the warmth of a hand on my face, "I didn't mean to, I lost control. Being dead has...changed me."

I chewed my lip but felt a soft tug pulling it from my teeth and looked back at him, confused.

"Was that...are you able to touch me?"

His reflection faded, showing me that I was holding my own face.

"We are connected," he explained, his reflection coming back, "I want to show you something. Close your eyes."

He waited for me to obey before continuing, "good. Now, relax. Imagine yourself stepping back, letting go of your body."

I let my body relax completely, felt myself detach from my body and found myself in a different room. A dimly lit room with two dark, plush chairs sat in front of a fireplace.

"What is this?" I asked.

Our voices had a wispy echo to them. Ethereal, like we were in a different world here.

"This is my space," he explained, coming into the flickering light, "our space now. We can see each other here."

He stepped close to me, the smell of him washing over me, intoxicating. Reached a hand out to run his fingers through my hair.

"We can feel each other here," he murmured.

I gasped, flinching away from his touch and he dropped his hand with a tight smile.

"Trust me."

"I thought you were gone," I murmured, "it's been weeks."

I realized there was a part of me that wanted him to stay, that had been upset thinking he had left me. That didn't want the quiet that came without him.

He sighed, "I used too much energy when I took control of you. I needed you to heal so I could get my strength back."

"So your strength comes from me?"

"I told you, we're connected."

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I love your blog so much. I hope nsfw doesn't bother you. Can I have scenario of Yamamoto (Eyeshield 21). His s/o is the only female member of the team, one day, she has a late practice so she thinks all team has already gone home so she takes a shower in boys bathroom. Yamamoto accidentally walked in and they do the do. Maybe they almost be caught. Thank you and sr if my English is not good 😊

Okay, so I’m not going to lie here.  I totally thought you meant Yamato at first and it was just a typo.  But then I realized his name was twice so I went and checked the wiki.  LoL I totally forgot this guy existed.  It has been so long since I’ve seen ES21…

Hopefully I did him justice.  After I realized who he was I did some research, so I should be good :)  I hope you enjoy!

Yamamoto Onihei

You thought you weresafe.  You had practiced extra late justso that the locker room would be clear. You could have gone to one of the girls’ locker rooms for one of theother clubs, but that was so far across campus and you were tired.  It was much easier to kill time until thingswere clear.

Of course, even if youweren’t safe, you had no idea how things had come to this.  

Your boyfriend, who hadapparently also been practicing late, though you hadn’t seen him,wandered into the showers naked as the day he was born.  You whirled around, soap running down yourbody, eyes as wide as his were, not even scrambling the brain to even tryto cover yourself.

You stared at each otherlike that for a solid, awkward minute before he snapped out of it and realizedjust what he was looking at.  His eyesignited as they ran over your wet, soapy curves and he sucked in a very loudbreath before striding forward, towel forgotten on the bench somewhere behindhim.

Despite being caught offguard, you were ready for him when he reached you.  He was not the biggest guy you knew, he was in fact, barelytaller than you, but his strength was unmatched and he snatched you clean offthe ground.  Your legs wound around hiswaist automatically and your mouth found his as you groaned, your centersliding across the hard plane of his pelvic bone and creating a reallydelicious friction.  

“Ahhn, Onihei…” youwhined as he tore his mouth away to drag it across your jaw and down your neck.

“Couldn’t help it.” Hereplied, shifting the both of you until your back hit the shower wall and watercascaded over both of you.  “You’re sobeautiful…”

If you had leaned backeven a little, you might have seen the bright blush on his face, but hisembarrassment didn’t slow him down any. In truth, even if you had seen it, you probably wouldn’t have processedit, because you were much too worked up for that.  “Nnnn, inside me, now,” you demanded, tugging at his shorthair.

He didn’t need to be toldtwice.  It was a little bit challengingto actually get inside you, since he was propping you up against thewall, but he eventually managed it.  Youboth moaned, and loudly, as he hilted himself. Your head tipped back, touching the wall, and his lips chased you,kissing you as he became a quick, steady pace that made your nerve ending’sblaze.

Much too consumed witheach other, you didn’t even hear the locker room door open.  It wasn’t until someone collided with atrash can and made a ton of noise that the pair of you froze, fear andsomething close to excitement shooting through you.  Yamamoto bit his lip to quell any sound that might come out andyou clutched at him tightly, just in case someone did walk in – you hoped thathis frame might block some of the view, because you really didn’t wantto be seen by your teammates like this…

“Oh shit, that’s____-chan’s stuff… and the shower’s on. Abort!  Abort!”  You heard one your teammate’s shout.  “No way Onihei’s in here!  Let’s go before she realizes we’re here!”

They left as noisy asthey came and you relaxed, letting out a high pitched giggle as your arms slidacross his wet shoulders.  “I think it’ssafe now,” you whispered, a bit conspiratory in your tone.  “You’re not going to leave me like this, areyou?”

To emphasis your point,your hips flexed, drawing him deeper. He shuddered and rewarded you with a quick retreat and a snapforward.  “I wouldn’t even if I could.”