#Huh. Very impressive... :3

[violexides]

explaining the relationship i have with my father is so complicated and i keep finding myself facing that question when i'm in college bc like. a professor of mine in office hours literally asked me abt my family and i was like. well i can explain. Parts Of This. but it's mega fucking complicated

[nativegirltapes]

angel!reader dressing up as Lola Bunny for Halloween bc it’s drews cartoon crush!!! hehe she gets her shit plowed so good!!

pairing 𐙚 drew x angel!reader (younger!reader)

warnings 𐙚 sex. i kind of hate this but hopefully u will like it <3 drew calls reader bunny during sex oops 🧁

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you told drew he wasn’t allowed to know what your costume was until you personally showed him. you and him had a halloween party with his friends coming up soon so you figured now was the perfect time; a few days before the party.

“okay coming out.” you shouted from drew’s bathroom. you had nervous butterflies in your stomach, you wanted to impress drew, and even if you weren’t dressed as his cartoon crush; lola bunny, he still would have thought you looked perfect. a ketchup bottle costume would make him happy.

“let’s see it baby.” drew uncovered his eyes, which you told him he could do when you said you were ready. "you did some research huh?" drew giggled, getting up from his seat on the bed, admiring you as you spun around for him. of course taking good long peek at your ass, it looked so good in those white booty shorts you chose.

drew thought it was funny but also adorable how you’d managed to find out who his cartoon crush was, although it wasn’t hard to find. the amount of interviews you watched with drew was quite embarrassing and definitely one thing you’d never admit aloud to him.

"do you like it?" you batted your eyelashes while looking up at him. "do i like it?" drew pulled you closer to him. "i love it baby." he placed a gentle kiss on your lips. which turned into more than just a kiss, very quickly.

before you knew it drew was drilling into you from behind, telling you how nasty you were. that was, politely of course.

“you’re so nasty. you know?” drew’s grip on your hips tightened as you felt him hit deeper and harder inside of you. “i love it.”

“fuck, drew.” you mewled out. if you knew how turned on drew would get from a lola bunny costume you could have worn it ages ago.

“you look so pretty while getting fucked from behind.” drew huffed out, he was out of breath, which meant he was gonna cum soon. “even with that stupid bunny costume.”

“stupid?” you turned your head back to look at him, fully ready to start an argument while drew was literally pounding into you.

“you know what i meant bunny.”

[himasgod]

Hiya, could I please request first years with a reader/Yuu who's actually a lot older? Like, old enough to be a second or third year or maybe old enough to graduate but thanks to Crowley they're stuck in first year 😞

FIRST YEARS X READER

Where you are some years older than them, already graduated back in your world

Some clarifications of the dynamic, in case anyone needs them <3

At first, Ace doesn’t notice you're older. You’re smart, quick-witted, lowkey hot under stress, which is kind of his type, and you're way more competent than the average freshman. He assumes you just have your life together.

Then one day you offhandedly mention you already graduated somewhere else in your world. That this isn’t your first rodeo. That Crowley, in all his magnificent wisdom, stuck you in first year anyway.

“Wait. WHAT?”

He laughs—loudly.“Oh my Seven. You’re an undercover senior?! That’s so cursed. I love it.”

From then on, it’s constant teasing.

“Hey, Grandma, need help crossing the road to Alchemy?”

“Should I walk you Ramshackle after class, or do you want your cane first?”

But the teasing isn’t mean-spirited—it’s Ace’s very acelike way of flirting. What gives him away is the way his eyes linger on you when you laugh, the way he blushes when you lean in too close. The way he gets weirdly smug when you call him cute.

At some point, he admits it:

“Y’know… it’s kinda hot, actually. You being older and all. Like you’ve got everything figured out.”

“I’m literally re-doing high school.”

“Yeah. And now you’re stuck with me,which is obviously the real tragedy here.”

Despite the joking, he starts to really look out for you. Carries your textbooks. Makes sure you eat. Challenges anyone who talks down to you for being a “first year.”

He doesn’t say it out loud, but he thinks you deserve more than this weird limbo Crowley dumped you in. And if he can make you smile through it—even if you’re older, even if it’s complicated—he’ll take every chance he gets.

The moment Deuce finds out you’re older than him, it’s over. He’s already liked yo, your poise, your patience—but learning you’re basically repeating school? That you’re dealing with all this on top of it?

He looks at you like you’re a war hero.

“You’ve… already graduated? Like from a whole school back in your world?”

“And now I’m back in first year hell.”

“That’s amazing! I mean—horrible! I mean—”

He bows.

“I promise to support you to the best of my ability, sen—uh—Yuu!”

After that, Deuce is 1000% more formal. He tries so hard to be “mature enough” for you—sits straighter, studies harder, even pretends he totally understands advanced spell theory just to impress you.

You try to ease his tension, but he keeps glancing at you like you're this untouchable inspiring figure.

Which is hilarious when you’re both in a group project and you groan, “Gods, not again,” because you’ve done this assignment in a past life.

“It must really suck, huh? Being older and stuck with a bunch of us dummies.”

“You’re not dumb.”

“Still… I wish you didn’t have to go through this. You deserve better.”“But selfishly, I’m glad I met you this way.”

He gets bolder after that. Offers you his hand when you’re tired. Studies next to you even when he doesn't have to. And every now and then, he’ll slip:

“When we graduate—uh—I mean—when you re-graduate, I hope we can… keep seeing each other? If you're not back in your world by then....”

The crush is obvious. He respects you, maybe a little too much, but there’s something so earnest about how badly he wants to deserve you.

That might be what makes you fall for him in return.

When you first meet, Epel thinks you’re cool as hell. Calm under pressure, sarcastic, kinda intimidating in that “I’ve seen some things” way. He definitely does not clock you as someone older than him.

Then you casually mention you’ve already graduated once. And the look on his face is priceless.

“WAIT. YOU’RE—YOU’RE A WHOLE ADULT?!”

He’s flustered for like three straight weeks after that. Can’t make eye contact. Keeps forgetting his words around you. He’ll be like:

“I wasn’t checking you out! I mean—yes, but I mean, you’re all wise and stuff and I’m just a country boy and—"

Runs into a door.

What makes it worse (for him, better for us): the crush only deepens. Epel is so into the idea of someone older, more experienced, who doesn’t treat him like a delicate little flower. You actually listen when he talks. You know how to handle things. You’re cool.

He starts trying to prove himself: carrying things for you, using big words, pretending to know complex magic theories.

“Oh yeah, totally read that thesis on temporal rune distortion. Real eye-opener.”

(He 100% did not. He saw the title once.)

Eventually, he drops the act. One day, you’re both sitting under a tree after class, and he looks at you.

“I know I’m younger. And maybe I still got stuff to learn. But I ain’t a kid. I mean what I say. And I think I… y’know… I like you.”

There’s a beat of silence. He fumbles.

“Romantically! I mean romantically!!”

You laugh, but the warm kind, and Epel is pink for a week.

He doesn’t stop trying to impress you. But now he does it honestly, with his real self.

You tell him early on. It’s not like you’re trying to hide it.

“I’m technically older. Like, I was going to enter university back in my world. I should be in like... third or fourth grade here. But Crowley…”

Jack’s eyebrows go up.

“Seriously? You already graduated?”

You nod.

“…That sucks.”

And it does. But the way he says it? You know he gets it. He respects you even more after that. You’re responsible, experienced, and clearly strong enough to endure the humiliation of being stuck in first year again.

He also becomes so respectful it's actually kind of adorable. Like you’re this older pack member or smth. Holds doors open for you. Offers to carry your things. Tries not to speak over you.

You catch him watching you sometimes—like he wants to say something but keeps holding back.

Eventually, he admits it:

“I know I’m younger. But I don’t think feelings care about that stuff. I’ve… liked you for a while.”

He avoids eye contact.

“I respect you too much to pretend I don’t.”

If you accept his feelings, Jack is overjoyed—in the quiet, overwhelmed mood. He’s loyal to a fault, protective, and so serious about making you feel respected, not “babysat.”

He knows you’ve had a life before this. But he wants to be part of the next chapter.

When you reveal your age and educational background, Sebek does not take it well.

“You are a first-year! A fellow beginner! It is utterly irrational for you to be older than me!”

Cue him spiraling. He's stomping around, muttering about rules, ORDER. But then he is very flustered. Like so so flustered.

“How DARE Crowley place someone of your caliber in the same year as—”

Pause.

“…As ME.”

Then silence. Then blushing.

Because Sebek absolutely has a crush on you. And now he’s losing it internally because you’re older, more experienced, and somehow even more alluring.

He starts acting even more pompous—like he has to prove himself worthy of your attention.

“Older or not, I shall surpass you through diligence and dedication!”

He shouts this in the hallway. Loudly. In front of everyone.

He won’t say it, but he’s in awe of your emotional maturity. You don’t get rattled the way others do. You handle Crowley’s nonsense with a sigh. You don’t baby him, but you do take him seriously, which throws him completely off balance.

And that only deepens his feelings.

Eventually, after much overthinking and dramatic pacing, he storms up to you one day and blurts out:

“YOUR AGE IS IRRELEVANT TO ME. I ADMIRE YOU. I—CARE FOR YOU. ROMANTICALLY. PLEASE—DON’T LAUGH :( ”

You don’t.

Instead, you gently kiss his cheek. He goes silent.

His ears are red for three days. He refuses to make eye contact and keeps yelling “FOCUS!” at himself under his breath.

But he also stays by your side. Proudly. Passionately.

[solxamber]

Could I request Diasomnia with a partner who's a smithy? Besides weapons, they can also craft tools, kitchenware, tableware, jewelry, armour, and anything else made of metal.

thank you for waiting this long <3

Diasomnia with a Blacksmith! Reader

Malleus Draconia – The Dragon Prince’s Personal Artisan

The first time he visits your forge, he’s utterly enchanted—not by the flames, but by you. Watching you work, hammering molten metal with such skill, is far more mesmerizing than any spellwork.

He commissions you to craft him a custom weapon, but it turns into a long-standing habit. Now, you’ve made him jewelry, ornate goblets, and a ridiculously expensive teapot set because he wanted to see how you’d do it.

Gets lowkey jealous of the things you make. “You spend so much time crafting weapons for others. Shouldn’t your finest work belong to me?”

Definitely flexes your work in his hoard. Will absolutely hoard you too if given the chance.

If you try to gift him something small and personal—like a pendant or a signet ring—he gets unreasonably soft about it. You just handed this ancient dragon prince a trinket, and now it’s his most prized possession.

Lilia Vanrouge – Chaos Gremlin Patron

"Ah, metalwork! I was quite the smith in my youth!" he says, as he spectacularly fails to make a dent in a copper sheet.

He is the most annoying client because he commissions the weirdest things. Once asked you to make him a sword with a detachable spoon. He used it to eat soup at a war camp.

Always hanging upside down in your forge, asking too many questions. “What does this do? Can I touch it? Oh? Why are you looking at me like that?”

You make him a personalized dagger with his name etched in glowing runes, thinking he’d use it in battle. He instead uses it to cut vegetables while cooking. (It’s the only reason the vegetables survive his cooking.)

But when it comes down to it, Lilia deeply respects your craft. If he ever gifts you anything, it’s always materials from far-off lands, rare ores, and enchanted metals that sing under your hammer.

Absolutely goes feral if anyone tries to disrespect your work. You won’t even know what happened. One moment, someone is criticizing your craftsmanship—next moment, they’re pale, shaking, and handing you money while Lilia smiles behind them.

Silver Vanrouge – The Knight Who Always Falls Asleep Near Your Forge

He respects your work immensely but has terrible luck visiting you. He always falls asleep while waiting.

You once found him passed out against your anvil. You almost clocked him with a hammer thinking he was a burglar.

But the best part? He sleeps like an absolute angel in the most inconvenient spots. On your workbench? Yup. Leaning against a suit of armor? Done. Balanced on a pile of metal ingots? How??

When he’s awake, though, he’s very earnest about learning. He wants to understand how to take care of his weapons, so he often asks you to teach him maintenance techniques.

You sharpen his sword once, and he treats it like you personally saved his life. He insists that your work makes him faster and sharper in battle.

If he ever sees you working late, he’ll gently put a cloak over you and tell you to rest. But if you refuse? Fine. He’ll sit next to you and fall asleep while pretending to keep you company.

Sebek Zigvolt – Loudest Supporter, Most Aggressive Customer

"HUH?! YOU FORGE METAL?! INCREDIBLE! ASTOUNDING! I SHALL ONLY COMMISSION FROM YOU!!!” (You are now his personal smith. You had no say in this.)

He demands the strongest, most unbreakable weapons. You make him a sword once, and he treats it like it's a divine relic.

Tries to act like he’s too dignified to be impressed, but the first time he sees you pull molten metal from the forge, his jaw drops.

You gift him a custom sword with his family crest, and he is red in the face. "W-WHAT?! THIS IS—HOW DID—FOR ME?!?!” You swear you saw sparkles around his head.

Complains about you “wasting time” making non-weaponry, but secretly loves everything you make. Once, you gave him a metal drinking flask for travel, and he now refuses to use anything else.

Will loudly threaten anyone who disrespects your craft, even if they didn’t say anything. Someone casually mentions a blacksmith in another town? Sebek immediately starts yelling: "THEY CANNOT POSSIBLY MATCH MY CRAFTSMAN!!!”

He also secretly admires your patience and dedication. Late at night, when you’re working under the dim glow of the forge, he just watches in quiet awe. Sometimes, he forgets to yell.

Masterlist

[chariaki]

Marriage?

Kento x reader

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"Darling, why does this alien keep following me?"

"Huh? Ohh!!...Kento, sweetheart... that's called a creeper. It's following you 'cause it wants to explode near you and kill you."

You recently taught you're boyfriend, Kento Nanami, how to play minecraft...and surprisingly, he's doing wonderful. In a span of 3 days, he created a garden, a pool and a bakery in creative mode. And yesterday, he's tried survival mode for the first time.

"Well, that's not very polite. I even shared my meat with him..."

"You did?"

"Yes..."

"Pfff-"

"Did I say something funny, love?"

It's day 2 of your sweet boyfriend trying to maneuver his way in survival mode. He's doing terrific, hasn't died yet! He managed to build up on his food and inventory. And you told him countless times to build atleast a tiny house in order to protect him at night, but he keeps saying that he'll do it later because he has to prepare a looootttt.

"Kento, baby... creepers aren't interested in meat or making friends. They're simply there to explode and kill those around them"

"Oh. Well, then I guess I should run away from him."

"Yup, you definitely should."

He wouldn't even let you peak at his device! He'd be playing in the corner, like a weird teenager.

"How ya holding up? Can I please see what you're doing, baby?" You emphasize the word "please", hoping that Nanami would give in. But, he wouldn't even look at your puppy eyes!!

"No, sweetheart. I told you I'll show you when I'm done."

"Tsk. What are you even planning?" You pout, bouncing your legs on his lap, foot poking at his side.

He grabs your foot and places it on his lap again. He's playing minecraft on one hand, while the other massages your feet! What a man, indeed.

"It's a secret" He says in a singong tone, leaning over to grab the remote on the coffee table and peck your lips.

"Here, baby. Why don't you distract your pretty eyes with some television entertainment, and I'll get back to you with my finished work. Sound good, hmm? "

"okay... "

How were supposed to counter that when he kissed you so lovingly and whispered to you so softly?

A few hours had gone by. A variety show piqued your interest , however, you were more enamoured by the way you're boyfriend was so focused on his device. You could see the determination in his eyes.

He would also ask you random questions like "would you prefer wooden or tiled floors?" or "what colors would you like to see in a place?" And you would always answer quickly because you've been anticipating him, and the way he would hum in thought, then kiss you as a "thank you. "

You guessed he was finally building a himself a house.

But you were wrong.

He was building you and him a home.

He proudly and nervously handed you his phone, telling you to explore his carefully crafted house.

"I'm finished, love. Take a look at our house. I built it for us. This and so much more will be our life when we get married."

You were quite impressed, considering he built it in survival mode and for his first time doing so.

"Our house? Married? Marriage?"

It's an understatement to say that you were "flustered". You were red, stuttery, fidgety and baffled.

You did not expect him to bring that up. You've only been dating for a year. But don't get it wrong, you truly love Nanami, it's just that you didn't expect him to feel so strongly towards you to already consider marriage after only a year of dating!?

He chuckled. His deep, beautiful voice that reverberated through your heart.

"Yes, yn. Marriage. I-I'm not proposing to you right now! I'm just reminding you how much I love you, and that I'm more than ready to spend my lifetime with you."

He holds caresses your hands, eyes maintaining gentle, loving contact.

"I love you, Kento. Thank you, darling."

He leans in closer to kiss you. But you interrupt him midway. You whisper.

"Soooo, when are you going to propose?"

"Soon. In a beautiful place I know you'll like, with delicious food, a calming ambience, and just the two of there to experience it. "

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Kento Nanami, you're boyfriend of one year, builds you a house in minecraft to profess his love for you and confess that he's ready to upgrade to husband mode.

[thegoldencontracts]

Kisses

From this list:

1. Malleus—Lizard Kiss

The two of you sat there in a comfortable sort of silence. He was reading a book about fae, and you were doing schoolwork.

Suddenly, however, he stood.

"Tsunotarou—?" You asked. He moved towards your seat.

"May I kiss you?"

A gentleman, wasn't he? Malleus always did know how to say the most charming thing without even trying.

"Of course," you said. He nodded, chuckling lowly.

"Close your eyes, child of man," he whispered in your ear. You obliged, bracing for the inevitable explosion of emotions.

And then he licked your lips.

It was not a kiss, no. A kiss would imply your tongues at any point made contact. Rather, this was something different. You were deeply confused. What was he doing?

He pulled back, and you opened your eyes. He looked awfully proud of himself.

"What was that?" You asked, brow raised. "Was that supposed to be a kiss?"

Malleus looked at you confused, very much resembling a lizard, though the way he tilted his head reminded you more of a very sad puppy. Now you felt bad.

"Is that not how you humans kiss?" He asked. You fervently shook your head.

"What—?! No! That's not-" you sighed. "Here. I'll show you."

With a newfound resolution to show this foolish dragon the true implications of a kiss, you leaned towards him, pecking him on the lips. When you pulled away, you noticed he was dumbfounded.

"I take it you liked that?" You asked. He remained unmoving.

"Fascinating," he said at last. "For such a little action to feel so wonderous."

"Now that's a little far-"

"Do it again."

"Huh?"

"If you would please," he re-iterated. "Do it again."

You had a feeling you were going to be there for a while.

2. Ruggie—Palm Kiss

“What do you think of fairytales?” He asked one day.

You looked up in surprise.

“Now that’s a question I never expected you to be asking," you said. Ruggie snickered.

“Can’t blame a guy for being curious,” he said. “You can tell a lot about someone from how they answer something’ like that. Maybe they’re a dreamer, expectin’ a Prince Charming to come sweep ‘em off their feet. Or maybe they’re one of those folks who thinks anything remotely happy is stupid. But, ah, you’re definitely not the first type. You’re datin’ me, after all.”

He laughed to himself, a mix of causal and slightly self-deprecating.

“Imagine,” he said. “Me, a prince, pullin’ all sorts of cool moves to make you swoon.” In a caricature of a gruff voice, he tittered, “It’ll be alright, babygirl, I’m here.”

You laughed, both at the impression and at the words he spoke.

“It is stupid.”

“Yeah,” you said. “It’s obvious I’d be the Prince Charming. You’re the fair maiden swooning."

Ruggie snickered.

“Then maybe you should be pampering me,” he said. “Like by doing the dishes for once.”

You grabbed his palm.

“Of course,” you said. “Anything you desire.”

And then you pressed a kiss.

Watching him short circuit in real time was priceless.

“I- I was just jokin’ when I said that, y’know,” he mumbled. “I don’t need coddling-“

“Shh,” you said, pressing a finger to his lips. “You’re tired. Sleep.”

And despite his protests, he was out like a light.

You fell asleep as well. It was a lovely thing, you thought, the two of you, in peace, together.

“You’re still not gonna do the dishes, are you?”

“Ehehe, sorry…”

3. Leona—Ear Kiss

“You know,” you said. “You’re kinda like a big cat.”

Leona scowled.

“I ain’t a cat.”

“Hey,” you raised up your hands defensively. “That wasn’t what I said. I said you’re like a cat.”

“Give me one way I’m like a cat.”

“Your tails kinda flicks around when you’re happy about something,” you started. “And your ears droop when you’re sad.”

He sucked in a rapid breath, tail swishing anxiously.

“You’re making stuff up.”

“Am not!” You huffed. “Look, your tail’s doing it right now!”

He looked to it, eyes narrowed as if he were betrayed, positioning himself so his tail was hidden.

“Hey!” You said. “Don’t hide your cute tail from me!”

He just stared at you, eyes narrowed.

“I’m not showing it for your to gawk at,” he muttered, ears flattened. Cute.

You stood up, resolute.

“At least let me appreciate the other cat part of you, then!” You said.

And just as it looked like he was about to find a was to hide his ears as well, you pounced.

And kissed around his ears.

“What’re you—“

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked. Leona looked away for a second.

“Do whatever you want,” he said simply. You just snickered.

He really was a big cat.

[timmydraker]

Tim Drakes parents were very traditional and overly proud of the fact that they came from old money.

They boasted about this in many ways for several years, but once their son was born they decided they would use him as a prime example of how they would continue the old ways they learnt.

Tim learnt things like piano and proper dinner etiquette before he was four, and learnt old Latin and French as a means to showcase his wealth and knowledge. They made him learn many things and luckily he enjoyed most of them, especially when it came to STEM and reading.

They also valued the arts and wanted him to learn as much as he could about architecture and literature.

When he showcased some knowledge for waltz and ballroom dancing, they decided he should do dance lessons.

This is where Tim discovered Ballet and fell deeply in love with the artistic and passionate form of dance. He began to study it around the same time he grew an interest in Batman, though he had yet to try get photos of the man.

Tim talked to his instructor and asked the older man about male dancers in Ballet and Mr Volkov was more that happy to help. Tim’s parents weren’t very in tuned with their son by that point and only cared that he was attending classes that were traditional, so they payed no mind to him learning ballet.

The skills he learnt regarding balance and core strength was greatly appreciated when he began to stalk Batman and Robin. He would do his warm up stretches while thinking about what patrol route the two would make that night, considering why Bruce Wayne chose to become The Bat while he counted each step 1, 2, 3, 4 with the music. He wondered to himself why Jason Todd became Robin when Dick Graysons motivations were much more obvious as he practiced and perfected sauté and focused on how his hands were placed, something he often forget was important.

By the time he became Robin he had been allowed to do several permanences, and was practicing for his role as Prince Siegfried in Swan Lake in just a few months.

It was one of his biggest dreams to play as the Prince in such an iconic performance, especially when he got along well with both Odettes dancer and Odile’s.

Bruce and Dick are excited for him, though Dick shows it better, and Tim is overjoyed to know that his parents will be in town when the opening night is. They say they’ll come and are proud of him for being in such a well known play and doing so in the traditional manner that the play was once made in.

Tim does wonderfully and Alfred organises for it to be recorded for them all to watch later.

Tim is greeted by them back stage after it ends and excitedly runs up to Dick to receive a huge hug. Dick is loudly saying how proud he is and that he’s so impressed his brother can do such an amazing dance. It’s the first time they’ve seen him perform and they were enamoured.

But Bruce looks tense.

“Bruce? Did… did you not like-“

Bruce cuts him off with a hug, “Of course I like it. Loved it even. It’s just…”

It’s then that Tim looks around and notices his parents aren’t there. They could have just gone home, but they wouldn’t give up a chance to boast about their money and successful heir.

Unless…

Tim looks down and tries to hold back his tears, “they didn’t show, huh?”

Tim can’t help but break down once Dick moves in to hug him, yet as Mr Volkov and some of his costars who are his friends come up and join them, he feels okay.

It’s not Janet and Jack, but it’s nice. It’s warm and kind and maybe that’s all that matters.

[luvyeni]

WHAT’S IS YOUR DESIRE ๑. ( 박종성 )

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ─── what you truly wanted in life ? what you truly desired ? it was money , to not live such a miserable life .. and jay , jay was willing to give you that in exchange for one thing , what he truly desired … everlasting love…

( 対 ) jay park + fem. reader wc. 4k genre smut · contains! vampire!jay , murder , misogyny ( not jay ) unprotected sex , oral (f) , blood , biting mature content. / back to library

you woke up 5 minutes before the alarm went off , something you always did — so you can contemplate whether you should jump out the window of your beat up second floor apartment or get up and go to your job and be verbally abused by your boss.

you’re soon interrupted by the alarm going off , your empty stomach rumbling from not eating enough to make you drag your body out of bed to shower for work — you weren’t gonna jump .. at least not this morning , the day was still very very young.

getting dressed in the same clothes you always wore for work , you sigh — it’s grey much like your mornings; slipping into your raggedy heels that hurt your feet but you couldn’t afford another pair right now before making your way to your small kitchen , opening the fridge — which was depressing in itself.

you pulled out the carton of milk for some cereal , it was empty. “that’s fucking great.” you gritted through your teeth. “another bill this week.” you tossed the carton into the trash. “guess i’ll pick up something cheap on the way.” you pack your stuff , making a reminder to add going to the grocery store when you got paid this upcoming friday; along with rent , gas and water.

you hold the cheap coffee and muffin in your hand as you walk through the office to your desk. “yn!” your boss's voice booms through the office , some people pretend that they didn’t hear , not looking up. some look at you with sympathy knowing this happens everyday at least 3 times. “s-sir.” you don’t have a chance to sit down before he’s storming out his office , eyes trained on you. “are you a fucking idiot?”

“hu-huh?” he huffs slamming his hand on your desk. “i asked , are you an idiot?” he repeated. “i ask for the files for the presentation to be printed out and stapled and put in the conference room for the meeting today with the new investors — i go check the conference room and you know what i see?” he says but you don’t answer thinking it’s a rhetorical question. “are you deaf?”

“well — i see nothing!” he shouted. “there’s nothing on the tables why didn’t you do it?” he was looking for an answer. “well sir , you didn’t tell me to do that.” you said , his eyes darkened. “are you saying i’m lying , you’re my assistant who else would i fucking ask!” he shouted. “if we lose this investor you’re out of a job.” he said. “sir i’m sorry i’ll do it now.” you said , taking the paper. “i’m sorry.” you repeated. “just go.” he said , and you obeyed, basically running to the copy room.

“he totally asked me to do it.” you heard someone whisper as you made your way to the conference room. “i just didn’t want him to yell at me.” you wanted to shout. “she’s used to it , it probably doesn’t even bother her anymore.” you sighed , walking into the empty room. “could this day get any worse.” and as if god himself heard you , your stomach rumbled , you just laughed. “of course.”

“sorry is this the right room?” you turn to the man , with his expensive suit. “excuse me?” you responded. “the meeting? is this the right room?” he had the same furrowed brows like your boss. “oh yes , we’re waiting for the investor now , he’s supposed to be here soon.” you began to pass the papers out. “is he not prepared?” the man asked. “oh no he’s prepared , this was my fault , i stupidly didn’t print the files out , the investors prefer that and he’s trying to impress th— i’m sorry who are you?” realizing you were casually talking to him. “i’m — mr. park!”

your boss was now wearing a smile as he greeted the man. “you’re late.” the man said. “i’m sorry man , you know how it is.” he turned to you. “someone forgot to make copies.” you lowered your head in shame. “but she was here before you.” it just clicked who you were in the presence of. “yn.” he chuckled. “have you greeted mr. park?” you bow politely. “good morning sir , i’m sorry for causing so much trouble.” jay looked you up and down , causing you to shift a bit , his eyes were cold , but he nodded. “yn go.” your boss shooed you off , you shuffled out of the door , closing it behind you before making your way to your desk , finally sitting down.

jays eyes followed you out, even watching you as you sit down at your desk , rubbing your temples. “don’t mind her that girl can never do anything right , probably would’ve fired her if she wasn’t such a nice piece of ass to look at , yeah her clothes are a little shabby but i can’t be picky can i.” jay turned to the guy , who was half your age sitting down , his belly hanging over his pants. “yeah.” he said sitting down — he already knew how this was gonna go. “let’s get started.”

you look through the glass window , seeing your boss stand up along with the man , shaking his hand with a smile. you stare at the muffin that was thrown in the trash before you could eat it. “what a waste of money.” you whisper to yourself ; the door to the room opening both men stepping out. “i hope to hear from you in a few days.” your boss said , the man looked at you, your boss staring bitterly. “yn , stop staring and get up and wish him goodbye.” you turned to jay and he looked at you like he was waiting to see what you do ; you began to get up but he stopped you , he saw how badly your worn down cheap shoes hurt your feet. “no need . you have a nice day.” he said walking away without another word.

“how stupid can you be?” your boss gripped your arm , pulling you up. “when i say do something you do it.” he yelled in your face , you nodded and he let you go , you fell back in your seat. “gosh you can’t do anything right.”

the day seemed to go by so slowly; all you wanted was to go back to your broken down apartment ; eat the chinese food that you pray is still good , climb into your lumpy bed and sleep — then again what’s the point you’ll have to do it again the next day. you tried not to think about that as you packed up for the evening. “hey yn , we’re going out for drinks.” you coworker said ; you couldn’t even afford dinner right now , let alone drinks. “i’m okay , i’m really not feeling good.” they nodded , not bothering to push it , they probably didn’t care. “yn i need you to come in early tomorrow.” your boss opened the door to his office , you went to open your mouth and protest , but he slammed the door closed. “guess that means i’ll have to get up even earlier to catch the bus.”

you make your way out of the building; walking down the street to the bus stop; unaware of the eye on you. “that’s her boss” the driver said , jay looked up from his phone , watching you limp down the block. “follow her , make sure she doesn’t notice.” he said , the driver started the car , following you — he followed you all the way to your run down and sketchy apartment complex , watching the three guys try and stop you as you go in but you just ignore their attempts, walking into the building. “boss are you gonna get out? do you know her from somewhere?” jay shook his head. “no.” he said. “but i want her.”

he walked through sunghoons , no interest in the dancer around him , he had one thing in mind ; you. “he in there?” he stopped by sunghoon who looked upset , probably had something to do with his “ fiancé .” but that had nothing to do with him. “what? oh yeah , you know how easy it was to get him to come here.” the pale man smirked. “all heeseungs girlfriend had to do was say she was your secretary and he came running here.” jay nodded. “good , thank you.” sunghoon nodded back. “don’t make too much of a mess.”

he made his way to the room in the back , where the walls were sound proof , taking off the suit jacket and handing it to his guard. “it’s expensive , don’t need to get it dirty.” he opened the door , where the man was already getting drunk. “jay man wassup!” the man shouted like he was friends with him. “can’t believe you called me down here , i was shocked when your secretary called.” the man slurred. “man does she sound fucking hot , i would love to get to meet her , you must get no work done with her around.” good thing heeseung didn’t hear that , he’d tear the man limb from limb before jay got a chance to do anything. “this scotch is good.”

“it’s a $1000 bottle.” jay said. “damn , if this goes well , i���ll pay you back , i signed those papers already , i’ll have yn look them over tomorrow.” the man patted jays back. “no need to pay back.” jay smiled. “oh thanks man.” the man said. “but you can give me something.” he said staring at the man. “yn.” the man stared at jay , before bursting out in a fit of laughter. “her? sure take her .” he said it like it was nothing. “she’s useless to me , i was already gonna fire her tomorrow , found a new and hotter one — i mean look at her , she’s shabby , a poor girl with no future , sure she’s hot and now that she’s gonna be jobless in the morning maybe she can get a job here , as a dancer , put that body to use seeing as she can’t do work right.”

jays blood boiled listening to him speak about you like that — he just snapped , grabbing the drunk man , slamming him up against the wall. “man what the hell?” the man shouted , trying to push jay up against him , but jay was too strong. “you know i really dont fucking like you.” he said. “but you have something i want .” jay pushed down on the man’s neck , he could hear the blood flowing through the man’s body. “well a few things.”

the man was getting a little scared. “wh-what? yn i said you can have her.” he said. “oh that’s not it.” jay said. “i’m taking your company as well.” jay said , the man began to fight back , but he could barely move. “fu-fuck you , like hell are you getting my company.” jay chuckled. “well it doesn’t really matter , seeing as you already signed it over to me , and you won’t be alive to do anything about it.”

before the man could do anything it; jays finger went straight across the man’s neck, his eyes widened in pure horror. “there won’t be anyone to mourn you , so this just makes me even happier.” jay smiled menacingly , right before he sunk his sharp fangs into the man’s jugular , drinking straight from his neck , the almost lifeless man barely put up a fight before falling to the ground , blood still seeping from his neck.

waiting for the man to stop twitching; before wiping his mouth , leaving out the room. “make sure the body is completely gone , tell sunghoon i’m sorry for the mess , he pissed me off.” he said holding the papers in his hand , exiting out the back where the car was already waiting for him. “did it go well boss?” jay nodded silently. “why did you need this company ?” the driver pulled off. “i didn’t.” jay said , his shirt red from the blood.

you ran like your life depended on it as you looked at the clock on your wrist. “fuck.” you said; not only are you not gonna be early like your boss demanded , you were gonna be late — your alarm on your phone didn’t go off , and then the shower was cold. you barely got out the door.

you made your way to your job ; fully prepared to be yelled out — even fired. “there she is.” it felt like the entire office was watching you; the whispers that followed you made you uneasy as you made your way to your desk , the curtains that were normally open , were closed… that couldn’t be good. “um the boss wants you.” your co worker seemed confused. “oh okay.” you sat your things down. “thank you.” fearing this was the end , it felt like blood was in your throat as you knock on the door. “come in.”

you push the door open; confusion washing over you. “uh…” you said , standing before you was the man from yesterday. “yn.” he said , but this time he smiled at you. “sit , please.” you look at the seat , slowly making your way to the seat. “sit.” you did , folding your hands in your lap. “i-i’m a bit confused.” you lowered your head. “i could understand why.” he said. “you were a bit late today , you okay?” you nodded. “just a bunch of inconveniences.” you confessed. “that’s understandable.” he said. “you probably have a bunch of questions.”

“where is mr. kim?” you said. “oh he unfortunately stepped down.” he said. “while going over the agreement my lawyers found a bunch of interesting things that warrant me to make a few phone calls.” jay stood from his chair , your breath hitched. “and the board thought it would be better if he stepped down .”

“so now you’re in charge?” you asked , gulping as he sat on the desk right in front of you. “not just in charge , i own it.. he surprisingly signed it over to me. ” he said. “b-but don’t you have to run your own company?” you didn’t dare to look him in the eye , almost scared to. “well this is only temporary , i’ll get someone to take over , while i work from the sidelines .” he talked with some much confidence. “don’t worry this won’t affect you , but i guess you’re a bit glad he’s gone?” you gave a little nod. “good.” he said , his leg brushed against yours , you coughed nervously , standing up quickly. “you don’t have to worry about me , i’m a good worker.” you said. “i wasn’t worried.” he said — after he was done he’d promised you’d never work a day in your life again.

“what happened?” there was a crowd around your desk as you made your exit. “no-nothing.” you sat down. “just went over the schedule.” you said. “what the hell is going on , where is kim?” you shrugged. “don’t know.” jay made you promise not to say anything , even though you didn’t understand why seeing as it wasn’t a big deal , but you agreed. “this is so weird.” they all began to walk away , leaving you alone , the curtains were still covering the windows , except the one next to your desk , you could see him working on his computer — he looked up at his you , like he could feel you staring, smiling at him before going back into his work… and for the first time since you’ve started working here you let out a little smile.

“yn? drinks?” your coworkers asked , you were about to decline like usual when jay opened the door. “not tonight.” he said coldly, turning to you. “i need you to stay back for a bit.” you sighed , you knew it was too good to be true , he was just gonna yell at you like the other. “have a good night.” he sent them on their way , before turning to you. “come.” he beckoned you into his office. you stood up , hesitantly following him inside his office. “i’m sorry for whatever i did.” you said , lowering your head.

“yn you are not in trouble.” he said. “you haven’t even done anything , i haven’t asked you to do anything today.” you think about it , you haven’t done anything , he even told you to go to lunch early. “yn sit down please.” he said , you sat down in the seat , picking at your stockings. “yn.” he said softly. “yn look at me.” he said a little bit more firmly , you looked up at him. “here.” he sat a box on the desk. “what is it?” you asked , he opened the box , revealing a pair of heels — a very expensive pair of heels , a pair of heels that would leave you homeless if you even could scrounge up the money for it. “mr-mr. park — jay.” he interrupted you. “call me jay.”

“i can’t accept these.” you said. “why not?” he asked. “because these shoes are expensive,” you said. “i’m not asking you to pay me back.” he said , taking the shoes out the box. “those shoes hurt your feet , i see you limping around , i can sme- i can see the blood on your stockings from the blisters.” he said , sitting down on the chair across from you. “you don’t deserve that.” he bent down , grabbing your foot. “mr-mr. park.” he didn’t say anything , taking your old shoe off putting the brand new expensive one on. “see they fit perfectly.” he said , letting your foot go to do the other one , they were gorgeous , you don’t think you’ll ever own anything like this again.

“how do i thank you for these?” you say , he didn’t say anything for at least a minute. “what?” you ask , he sat back in his seat , his shirt was rolled up , tie undone for the day. “yn are you happy?” he asks suddenly , you’re taken aback. “am i happy?” you repeated , the man nodded. “i- i mean i guess , yeah i’m happy.” you say with uncertainty in your voice. “you don’t have to lie to me.” he says. “i can see that you’re struggling a lot.” you gulp. “i’m gonna be fine sir , i promise.” and he knows you will — because he’s gonna change your life.

you stand up , already feeling the pain in your feet melt away. “there’s no need to worry about me.” you say , going to turn. “ yn.” he started , you stopped in your tracks hearing his low voice behind you. “what is something you really want , something you truly desire in this life ?” he said. “happiness ? love ?” he was right behind you , you could feel his breath on your neck. “money?” your body twitched. “it’s money , i know , everyone desires wealth.” he said. “even i did , and that's why im where i am today,” he said. “and are you happy?” you asked him much as he had asked you. “i’m wealthy,” he said. “that’s not what i asked sir , i asked are you happy?”

“i’m lonely.” he confessed , you turned around. “what i desire cannot be obtained , not in this life , not in the next.” you said. “but i’m sure you can get what you’re looking for.” you said. “good night sir.” you go to open the door. “i can give you money.” he said. “i can give you what you desire.” you stood there. “and you can give me what i desire.” he said. “everlasting companionship.”

what was he proposing right now? “um sir , this is inappropriate.” you said. “no one is here,” he said. “and you’re free to leave.” he smiled once he seen you not move. “yo-you can’t buy me , i’m not an object.” you said. “did i say you were? i like you yn.” he said. “like me? you met me once yesterday.” you scoffed. “and that’s saying something , that one meeting was all i needed.” he said , you bit down on your bottom lip. “i’m not trying to buy you , i’m trying to give you what you truly want in life.”

“in return , you stay by my side , forever.” there he goes again with those words. “what do you mean forever , you genuinely believe you could be with me until we both die.” it seems like you saying that shocked him. “die?” he scoffed bitterly . “something like that.” your brows furrowed. “what does that mean? something like that?” you said , his face seemed stoned now , like he didn’t want to tell you. “sir — jay what does that mean?” he didn’t say anything , and you were about to reach for the door , when he grabbed your wrist. “don’t go.”

“you’re scaring me.” his face softened. “that’s the last thing i want to do.” he said. “then tell me what you mean , something like that.” you realized his hand was still on your wrist — and it was cold , like really cold. “do you get it now?” he said , looking you dead in eyes. “no , no i don— ah!” his mouth was near your neck , stopping you in your movements completely. “do you get it now?” out the corner of your eyes you can see his eyes were now glowing red. “oh my god.”

this is it , where you were gonna die. “i told you the last thing i want to do is scare you.” he said. “i don’t want to harm you either.” he let your arm go , now looking at you again , his eyes back to their original color. “i want you.” he whispered. “i saw you and i knew you were the one for me.” he said. “mr-mr kim , what did you do to him? you did something to him , didn’t you?” you stuttered. “i did what i needed to do , trust me he deserved every bit of it.” you gulped , he just confessed to killing your boss and to being a vampire. “i want you , only you.” he said. “i don’t want to see you struggle ever.” his hand caressed your cheek. “but i have to turn you.”

“turn me?” you asked. “into what you are? into a vampire?” he nodded. “yeah.” he said. “you’ll never have a bad day again , i will make sure of it.” it felt like a dream , like you’d wake up back in your bed. “this is unbelievable.” his lips crashed into yours , his hand holding your cheek , the other gripping your waist. “answer me.” he pulled away with a sigh , pressing his forehead against yours. “answer me now before i can’t control myself anymore.” he growled.

“do it , please.”

that’s was all he needed before he was pulling you down on the couch , slouching in between your legs. “gonna make you feel good.” he pulled down your stockings. “gonna make you see stars.” he lifted up your skirt. “si-sir.” his eyes darkened. “call me that again and i’ll fuck you and turn you right now.” he growled , pulling your panties down. “such a pretty pussy , gonna get used to eating you out every day." he said, licking your folds , you moaned.

the starved man before you held your thighs on each side of his head as he ate you out. he ate like he hadn’t eaten in days ; it felt so good, you could barely think. “ja-jay.” you gasped out, throwing your head back against the couch , the heel of your feet , digging in his back. “fuck jay i’m gonna cum!” you screamed. his nose was pressed against your clit he continued to lick your folds , tasting your juices. “it’s been a while , hasn’t it?” he smirked , his fangs now visible. “you came so much.” he licked the insides of your thighs. “so messy.”

“ye-yeah.” you stuttered , he chuckled. “no need to worry about that.” he said. “i’ll make sure to fuck you every single night.” he said , turning you around. “make sure you’re always satisfied.” his clothed cock pressed against your ass. “you’d like that?” he pulled your skirt up. “to be fucked every night.” you heard the unzipping of his slacks. “full of my cock , right before you feed.” his sharp teeth on your neck , you whined. “please bite me.” he cursed. “good girl.”

he pushed himself inside you; his thick cock filling you up. “mine.” he said , his teeth quickly piercing your skin , your eyes rolled to the back of your head , gripping the couch as he drank from your neck , his hand holding your head to the side. “jay!” you screamed as his fucked you , drinking your blood. “ah fuck!” the venom from him entering you as he fucked you through another orgasm.

he pulled away , his thrust not slowing down. “oh fuck.” he cursed , bringing his own wrist to his mouth biting it , the blood dripping from his wrist , as he brought it to your mouth. “drink it.” you brought your lips to his wrist , allowing the blood to flow into your mouth and down your throat. “that’s it -fuck- good girl , i’m gonna cum.” he groaned , his other hand gripping your waist. “fuuuck.” he hiss as he came , pulling his wrist from your mouth. “jay.” you gasped , feeling his cum seeping deep into your womb.

he stood back , admiring what he did to your body , his bite mark was embedded into your neck , he bent back down , whispering into your ear. . “i’m taking you home with me tonight.” that was the last thing you heard before everything faded to black.

he allowed you to sleep , picking up his phone to dial his driver. “sir.” he answered. “i’m ready for you now , ask the maid to prepare a bath for her.” he said. “okay sir , and for her first feeding.” the driver said. “she’ll be super hungry when she wakes up.” jay thought about it for a second. “damn should’ve kept kim locked up and allowed her to tear him limb from limb when she woke him.” he sighed. “i guess we’ll figure it out when she gets up.” he said. “ok sir , the car is pulling into the garage now.”

“and make sure to clear her schedule for future , she’ll quit when she’s ready , but she isn’t to return until she can control herself.” he picked up your sleeping body.

“gonna give you a good life , no matter who i have to kill for it.”

©️LUVYENI

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

SO WHY DO GOOD GIRLS LIKE BAD GUYS ?! - the biker's route ☆ !

cashmoneyyysstuff's big 6K event!!

synopsis : leather jackets, motorcycles, a nasty attitude—and a smart ass mouth !! but it's just somethin' about him, y'know ??

an. route 3 is here after making yall wait !!! sorry yall exams r comin up but i hope yall enjoy this part >_<!! also i make a sneaky lil aphmau reference his here bc im very unfunny, enjoy!

when you wake up today, it takes you about 5 minutes to actually get up.

you look to your left and your right, half expecting to be met with another katsuki; maybe this one would be a merman or something?! and yet, nothing.

so you stare at your ceiling and wait. maybe this one will come blast through your bedroom wall like the dragon again..!

nothing, nothing and a whole lotta nothing.

so you finally decide to get up and start your day, things were actually back to normal today. you decide to ignore the slightest twinge of disappointment in your gut but you cheer up a bit when you remember the study date your boyfriend had not so graciously promised you.

you're just about done dressing up, about to tie your uniform tie when there's a knock on your door. katsuki is here to pick you up (despite saying he wouldn't anymore like two days ago, typical.) early and on time as usual, or maybe just a bit too early.

"coming !" you call out, pulling up your socks to line them up comfortably, hobbling towards the door to let your boyfriend in.

you swing the door open, already anticipating to be met with your boyfriend, "you're here ear..ly ?"

you stand corrected, it is him. no horns, no ears or tails..but still...a bit different.

first of all, he's not wearing his uniform, no book bag either. instead he's decked out in a black leather biker jacket, baggy black ripped jeans and silver jewellery around his neck, you catch some rings (and bandages) on his fingers when he reaches up to place a hand against his neck, groaning when it pops. and black combat boots. basically, the whole nine yards for a school day.

"oh." is all you can say, part impressed and partly, mostly, confused.

"thought you were gonna keep me waitin' forever." katsuki said, and shifting his weight from one foot to the other. he leans in, tugging you forward by your tie to finish tying it for you.

"wha—i—you just got here." you stuttered "and also, not that i mind, but shouldn't you get dressed for class ?"

your boyfriend looks you up and down, tightly pulling the knot of your tie up properly. you can't help but feel a bit shy at how he's so openly scanning over you.

"nah, fuck that." he shrugs.

okay, now this was strange.

your katsuki with the perfect grades, the stickler, the secret goodie two shoes with perfect attendance wants to skip class?? something was very wrong.

he stands back like nothing happened, shoving his hands in his pockets "anyway, you ready to get outta here or what ?"

"huh ? where are we going ?"

"wherever we wanna, you got anything in mind ?" and he's already turning around, grabbing you by the arm with a smirk.

huh ?

"...is something—"

you can't even finish your question before you hear your name being called loudly, by katsuki. your katsuki, ready for school, book bag and everything just on time to pick you up.

ah, you knew he'd gotten here too damn early.

"dude, this is so creepy."

"how'd this even happen ?!"

"i wonder what type of quirk did this...."

you can catch the beginning of midoriya starting up on his nerdy rambling before sighing. you try tuning your classmates out with a sigh and turn your music up louder in your earbuds.

your homeroom teacher, who had clearly had enough of the surge of bakugou's appearing before him, had allowed this new edgy katsuki (as denki called him, somehow it managed to stick) to attend class. he looked normal enough and didn't look like he'd cause too much trouble, as long as he was attended to, that attendant being you, of course.

"there's another one ?!" you hear mineta cry, surely still traumatised from his experience with the wolfish katsuki almost having him as his early morning snack. the thought makes you laugh. you turn to look at the crowd of your classmates gathered around the twin katsuki's.

kaminari is the first to try and cause mischief, taking his chances since your homeroom teacher was taking a while, and had started a "spot the real bakugou!" contest. the contest was a bit flawed since they were both convinced they were the real original, but you decide not to step in on their fun. (and you have to admit it was a bit entertaining.)

"okay, everyone quiet down please! let's get back on track! " kaminari bellowed, wrapping his hands around his mouth to project his voice.

"gentlemen, whoever can answer this next question will receive..." he sings, drumming his hands on his desk in anticipation, neither katsuki's seem very amused.

kaminari jumps up, dramatically revealing a snickers bar "ta-daaaaa!! a free snickers bar from yours truly! though it's been sitting in my bag for a couple days.." he mutters quietly.

"i don't want that shit." both katsuki's say at the same time.

your entire class errupts into laughter and chaos. you shake your head in amusement and decide to scoot a bit closer to keep listening.

"um..could i request a question ?" midoriya pipes up, raising a hand.

"mister midoriya wishes to request a question ! what do you say, kacchan ?" kaminari the announcer encourages.

"fuck off, nerd!" both katsuki's say again, it's really starting to look like some kind of circus act now. you can't help but laugh along with your classmates.

"midoriya, you have the floor." kaminari giggles, leaning his makeshift fist microphone to your green-haired friends lips.

"how do you feel about having a clone of you ? is it scary ? do you feel connected in a way ? is it—"

kaminari interrupts before midoriya can go full blown geek "please, keep the questions to a minimum, sir !" he energetically spins back around, his chair squeaking loudly as he turns back to your boyfriend and edgysuki. "well, your response ?"

your boyfriend pipes up first with a scoff "like i care, i'm not scared of shit, let alone this dickbag. and no, i don't feel connected to this creep—don't ask me these weird fuckin' questions !"

your boyfriend almost takes this like a real interview, yelling at his childhood friend but diligently staying close to kaminari's fist like it was an actual mic. edgy katsuki seems to think the most important part had been said and doesn't add anything else, although once he spots you in the 'crowd', he makes sure to keep his eyes fixed on you. you quickly look away, your ears burn when you hear him chuckle.

soon after his response your classmates pipe up with more and more questions "oh, oh me ! i have a question !" and "can i go next ?!"s sound inside your class. you're just about to request a random question when sero beats you to it. you kick your legs excitedly, knowing he was always the first one to mess with your boyfriend.

"my question's for both the baku's, actually." he drawls, smirking lazily. he leans back in his chair like he knows he's about to start some shit.

"out of the both of you; who do you think likes yn the most ?"

....

huh.

"wha.." you wheeze, the noise stays stuck in your throat . you feel your ears burn, and it's most definitely intensified by the chorus of "ooooo's" overtaking your class. your class rep tries to save the situation, stating it was surely against the rules to ask such an inappropriate question. you nod to him in appreciation.

"i checked the rule book and this type of question is totally fine actually !" kaminari says.

"what rulebook ?!" you pipe up, embarrassed.

he grins at you, pointing to himself "this rulebook."

fuck, you should've seen that one coming.

"now, an answer if you may..." kaminari snickered bouncing on his chair excitedly, barely able to keep his excitement in check.

your boyfriend's eyes flit to you, likely sensing your embarrassment, his ears turn pink and he scoffs. crossing his arms and readjusting in his chair he grumbles. "this is stupid. m'not answerin' that—"

"—i do, obviously."

....

silence. pure silence after the other katsuki speaks.

"i obviously like her more." he repeats, this time making sure he looks at you while he speaks. he's so sure of himself, arms crossed as well and leaned back so casually with a smirk panting his face.

"...hah?" your boyfriend growls in warning "the fuck you just say..?"

"you got a hearin' problem or somethin' ? quit making me repeat myself, dick cheese." the other katsuki sneers back.

"ya think you like my girl more than me, jackass ?!"

"i know i like my girl more than some extra, shit stain!"

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLIN' AN EXTRA, YOU PIECE OF SHIT ?!"

"WHO ELSE WOULD I BE TALKIN' TO BUT YOU, YOU FUCKING MORON ?!"

it's chaos. shouting and howling and absolute chaos. but before things can break out into an all out fist fight, your homeroom teacher finally walks in. barely sparing any of you a glance and setting up his sleeping bag on the floor. until—

"you better all get in your seats by the time i'm finished or so help me..."

you have never moved faster in your life. you're sure you unlocked a hyper speed quirk with the way you zoomed back to your seat, head fixed down on your desk. your homeroom teacher sighs in exasperation, introducing the new katsuki you'd all managed to get very familiar in the span of a few minutes. he makes sure to warn you all with a "behave yourselves." kaminari gulps as he feels the teachers eyes very obviously fixed on him.

safe to say the lesson goes on without a hitch, everyone afraid to breath a little too loud.

you quietly scribbling in your notebook. you hope your teacher can't hear the way your heart hammers against your ribs.

you'd managed to survive your class day under the watchful eye of three people;

mister aizawa, who was already in a bad mood from your earlier predicament with your classmates.

your boyfriend who kept glancing back at you...

...probably because of the third hawk carefully watching you, bad boysuki,( or should you probably call him bullysuki) who was very subtle in chucking paper balls at you while the teachers were looking away. the entire day.

he was seated behind you in the back of the classroom, which gave him plenty of opportunities to kick the back of your chair and look oh, so innocent when you turned around to glare at him. during present mic's english class, he'd dropped his pencil inside the collar of your shirt and barely covered his snort when you shrieked in surprise.

truly, a fucking nuisance. too bad for him, you'd been dating said nuisance for more than a year now and this couldn't phase you in the least.

—before you can reach for your bag, you're brought out of your thoughts by katsuki, the all black one, snatching your bag and throwing it behind his shoulder casually. "you ready to blow this joint or what ?"

"i'm not blowing anything with you, jerk. m'starting to think being insufferable is how you breathe."

"aww. you mad at me, sweetheart ?" he coos, leaning down closer to you. you try not to show your surprise, curling your lip up and rolling your eyes at him. his eyes flit down to your mouth for a short moment. "m'just messin' with you a bit. s'all in good fun."

"it's not funny if you're the only one laughing." you counter. he rolls his eyes playfully. pulling you closer by your arm and leaning in way closer than he needed to.

"fine, s'my bad or whatever. how bout i make it up to you by takin' you out, hm ? got someplace in mind ?"

before you can speak, you're interrupted by your boyfriend snatching you back, causing a surprised noise to clog in your throat.

"she's not going anywhere with you, weirdo." katsuki readjusts his grip on your arm, his palms slightly sweaty. you can already feel he's whole body practically heating up.

bad boy katsuki's smirk is immediately replaced with a scowl, tilting his head back to mean mug your boyfriend. he has a few piercings in his ear too, you notice.

"hah?! s'far as i'm concerned, she hasn't said she was gonna go with anywhere with you."

"she doesn't need to tell you anything. besides, we already have plans. so, fuck. off." katsuki growls, putting extra strain on the fact you and him had a study session planned. the other katsuki doesn't seem to take the news well, cracking his bandages knuckles with a scowl.

"huh, that reminds me. we got interrupted before i got to kick your ass, huh?"

"if you wanna go all you gotta do is say when, pussy—"

before the both of them could start trading blows in the middle of your classroom, you stretch your arms, putting distance between the both of them and surprising them both.

"okay, boys. let's cut it out and use our big boy words okay ?" you sigh, irritated. "since, apparently, you're both toddlers, how about i call the shots here, yeah ?

i'm not going anywhere with either of you if you can't behave yourselves." you turn to look at edgysuki "i had a study date planned, so i unfortunately won't be going out with you. if you wanna come along, be my guest. i have a test coming up so if you test me, i will fuck your life up."

"and you," you turn back to your boyfriend, who's wide eyes are fixed on you "behave, okay ?" you warn, swatting at his chest. he jumps like the action snapped him out of his trance, and looks away with a scoff.

he grunts in agreement but grumbles about it, "should tell that other bastard that..."

that was more than enough for you. "alright, off we go." you usher the boys towards the hallway. your boyfriend moves with quickness, snatching your hand and pulling you away before the other katsuki can get a word in. while walking though, the other katsuki leans in to whisper hotly in your ear.

"that was hot as hell, sweets."

"be quiet." you whine.

"of course you'd get us kicked out of the library—of course of cou—how could i not have known ?!"

currently, you're trying your best to not lose your mind.

the difference between a half human hybrid katsuki and a shoujo bad boy male lead katsuki ? one was wild and untameable and it was definitely not the one you're thinking of.

you're honestly surprised the fucking wolf and dragon were easier to deal with than a biker jacket wearing delinquent.

it had started..okay ? maybe ? then again with any amount of katsuki's, going from 0 to 100 wasn't a hard task. you think maybe bad boysuki had started teasing you too much for your boyfriends liking. as protective as he was, and it sort of would've been flattering(you've always had a think for the delinquent type, okay ?!) if they hadn't started trying to have a showdown for your affection in the middle of a library.

and with the way they'd acted, it wouldn't be a big surprise if you were banned for life.

"i didn't even do shit but he—"

"he swung at me fi—"

"both of you shut the fuck up or so help me..." you groan, rubbing your temples. "i love both of you very much, unfortunately, but i'm only human and right now i'm having to hold back the very human urge of wringing your necks out like geese !" you shriek.

your boyfriend looks at the ground, kicking the toe of his shoe against some rocks, he never liked getting scolded after all. you'd almost feel bad, almost. (you still feel a little bad.)

"he—"

"quiet."

"yeah, quiet, loser." bad boy pipes up.

"you be quiet, too." you point, eyes wide. "you know what ? do whatever you want. fight to the death in the middle of the road like buffoons all you want, i do not care. do not come talk to me until you figure it out or...!" you splutter, trying to think of a fitting punishment "no smoochies for a month!"

your boyfriend's head shoots up, looking at you like you'd just admitted to torching his precious signed all might card "w-what the hell ?! that's basically only punishment for me!"

"figure. it. out." you conclude, turning your nose up and walking away and ignoring your boyfriends calling out for you. god, it was like dealing with two big baby's, and dealing with one was already more than enough!

but even if you are pissed off, your katsuki does have an extremely kissable face, and you don't know if you could hold up your end of the punishment.

you're sitting in your room now absentmindedly thinking about your predicament, study sheets splayed out around you. when you hear a knock at the door. you quickly get up, eager to leave your notes behind and stretch your legs. you're greeted with bad boy katsuki, looking down at the ground clutching something in his hand.

"you left this in the library..." he mutters, looking away and handing you your pencil case. you blink in surprise—you had no idea that you'd left it—but you manage to keep calm.

you clear your throat before responding "oh, thanks."

"should thank that other guy. he's the one that found it an' told me to bring it to you." he admits "even though i was gonna do it too, fuckin' bastard ordering me around..." he grits out, bitter.

your heart warms, your boyfriend was an idiot after all.

"where is katsuki anyway? well, my katsuki that is."

katsuki scoffs a laugh, finally looking back at you "m'right here, sweetheart."

wow, talk about déjà vu.

"but if you're looking for him he went off somewhere, said i should go see you first or whatever."

you sigh in relief "well, i'm glad you guys managed to get along."

"tch. i ain't getting along with that bastard. don't lump me in with him."

"kinda hard to do considering you are the same perso—."

"yeah, whatever—just—look." he steps closer, walking in your space and closing your door behind you. he backs you up until your knees hit the bed and you slump backwards with an "oof!". he has you where he wants you now. quickly shrugging off his jacket, revealing a tight short sleeved shirt (perfectly accentuating his muscles, mind you) his arms placing themselves on either side of your head. you lay there looking up at him speechless, wide eyed.

"it's stuffy in here. should open a window." he explains, eyes locking with yours.

"right..." you gulp.

"your room's a mess, too."

"okay, you can get it out if it bothers you." you snarked, squinting at him.

his eyes soften and he looks down at you seriously again. "look," he repeats"i don't—i'm not good at shit like this. but..." he looks off to the sound, grumbling. you catch how his ears bleed pink.

"i don't like you being mad..or whatever." he knocks his forehead to yours "...so stop it."

you snort "wow, so smooth." you chuckle when he shifts to shove his head into your shoulder with a quick "shut up."

his hands search and feel around until they get to yours, intertwining them. "don't..." the rest of his sentence is muffled into your shirt. "i can't hear you." you say curiously, he groans loudly.

"s-stop making me say embarrassing shit." he pulls his head out to look at you, your noses bump against each other. his lips oh, so close to yours.

"don't go...thinking that other guy likes you more than i do, got it..? and don't go liking him..more than me..." he trails off. eyes locked to yours, he waits for your response. you swallow harshly. you want to lick your lips, but he's so close you're worried they'll touch.

"well, i like the both of you just the same. so you don't need to worry about that." you say, managing to gather your thoughts you wrap your arms around him to pull him into a hug. he grunts, surprised, but melts into you quickly enough.

"guess that's good enough..." he whispers, pressing a kiss to your neck. he laughs when you squeal in surprise.

"i still like you more than him though."

and then, as soon as you blink, he was gone.

katsuki let's out a high pitched gasp when you surprise him in the common room kitchen, wrapping your arms around him.

"bwu—wh—what the hell?! don't just sneak up on me like that, dumbass !" he splutters, trying to make up from the cute little noise he let out. you giggle, squeezing his waist while he groans. he can't pull you off him as he's doing the dishes and that'd cause one big mess. (and since he's already on thin ice and doesn't wanna get his boyfriend privileges revoked, he'll stick this one out.)

he sighs, defeated "did that fucker fuck off yet ?" he asks.

"potty mouth," you laugh "and yeah, he's gone now. thanks for finding my pencil case for me, by the way."

he reaches to pinch you and you groan at the wet feeling on your skin, wiping your arm on his shirt. " keep having to pick up after your forgetful ass. should be more careful instead of having a hissy fit at me."

"don't start with me right now, katsuki."

he chuckles and shrugs, resigned. "you still mad ?"

"i wasn't anymore, but your little remark just made me re-mad at you."

your boyfriend stiffens and whips back to look at you, frowning. he squints, you squint back. after a heated stare down match he concedes and rolls his eyes.

"...sorry."

"meh. 2 points."

"what the hell?!" he groans, his hands splash around in the water causing soap bubbles to fly. you laugh and lean up to press a kiss to his lips. his mouth closes abruptly, surprise filling his features.

"well, i won't be taking away your smoochie privileges, at least."

"don't sneak up on me like that.." he scowls "and you better not. would've become your worst fuckin' nightmare till you gave in."

you snort "yeah, right. more like you'd become the whiniest baby."

"fuck off." he scoffs.

you giggle to yourself quietly. swaying lightly as your boyfriend silently does his job, the clinking of the dishes filling in the silence.

until katsuki decides to speak up. "hey."

"hm?"

"love ya."

your heart jumps, looking up at him as he keeps his back to you. your face heats and katsuki shows no sign of being bothered by your silence, if only the way he slows down just slightly in his washing.

smiling, you press a kiss to his back "i love you, too."

he stands straighter, almost electrocuted by your words. he huffs, shifting on his feet.

"hmph...i win, then."

curious, you look up at him again "what are you talking about ?"

he finally looks back at you, a feral grin forms on his face "that face stealing bastard can like ya all he wants, but i still love you more!" he snickers evilly.

your boyfriend was, truly, the biggest idiot.

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[dark-l-angel]

hi pookie <3 just wondering if you could write for Jason and dick (separately) with a fem!spidersona who's a little on the thicker side (not dumb, like thick thighs.) Luv ur stuff!!

Batfam x thick fem!spidersona reader :

Jason Todd

Jason is feral for your body, point blank.

He especially loves your strength.. the way your thighs lock around enemies (or him…), and he feels it. Will tell you shamelessly:

“Could crush a man with these thighs. Lucky it’s me, huh?”

When you’re web-swinging, he watches like it’s the best show on Earth. Says it’s to “study your technique,” but we all know.

Loves pulling you into his lap, big hands sliding over your hips, saying in that rough voice: “C’mere, lemme feel you.”

After missions, if you’ve got a tear in your suit, he’s inspecting every inch, fingers brushing your skin longer than necessary.

Definitely a thigh guy. Loves having his head between them or just resting his hand there when you’re relaxing together.

If someone else stares too long? Jason’s arm is around you immediately, staring them down with a look that promises violence.

Dick Grayson

Dick is the definition of an ass man and a thigh man. He’s absolutely shameless about admiring you.

He’ll watch you move in the suit with open appreciation: "You’re gonna distract me, babe. And I mean, I’m not complaining…"

Constantly offers "training assistance" (especially flexibility exercises) just an excuse to have his hands all over you.

Praises your body like it’s poetry.

"You’re a masterpiece, you know that?"

"Perfect curves in all the right places."

After patrol, he’ll pull you close, run his hands over your hips, and murmur: "We need a cool-down, don’t you think?"

Loves to tease with feather-light touches over your skin, especially if you're sensitive, watching you shiver under his hands.

He’ll take any excuse to cuddle you, all tangled limbs, his hands smoothing over your curves like you’re something precious.

Tim Drake

Tim is flustered but obsessed.

He tries to play it cool, he really does, but you catch him staring all the time.. especially at your thighs when you perch on rooftops.

He has a weakness for seeing you in your suit after a mission, sweaty, breathing hard, curves on full display.

Cue Tim.exe has stopped working.

Loves laying his head on your thighs while working on his laptop. You’re his favorite pillow, bar none.

He gets adorably awkward when you catch him staring, mumbling: "You just… you look really good, okay?"

If you tease him about it, he turns red but leans into it eventually. Gets bolder with time, hands lingering longer.

Surprise kisses when you least expect it, pulling you into his lap to feel the weight of you against him.

Damian Wayne

Damian acts unaffected at first.. but inside? Absolutely not.

He adores your strength and body. He respects power, and you radiate it.

Will absolutely admire your form during combat and not hide it.

"Your physique serves you well in battle. It is… impressive."

Always ends training sessions with subtle compliments: "Your power is admirable. Continue honing it." (Translation: I can’t stop thinking about you.)

If anyone dares disrespect or objectify you, he’s ready to draw a blade.

Loves quiet, intimate moments where you’re both tending to injuries, his fingers brushing your skin gently but lingering over your curves.

If you sit beside him, he subtly pulls you closer, almost like he needs to feel you next to him.

Bruce Wayne

Bruce is quietly obsessed.

He’s a man of control, but you.. especially in that suit, especially with those curves.. make his restraint fray at the edges.

Watches you with a sharp, dark gaze, cataloging every movement.

He adores your strength. You handle yourself so well in fights, and he watches with a glimmer of pride… and something far more heated.

When you’re alone, he lets the mask slip:

"You’re… extraordinary. Every inch of you."

Big, warm hands exploring your curves, slow and deliberate, like he’s memorizing you.

Very much about subtle possession.. a hand on your lower back, guiding you, keeping you close in public.

In private? Deep kisses, his hands gripping your hips like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

A/N : hey honey, I can also give u extras if u want:

- How they react seeing u in new suits (tight ones… ahem.)

- bedroom headcanons or even mini scenes

- Jealous moments (if someone flirts with u or touches u accidentally…)

- First time intimacy with each of them.

- How they’d mark u… ya know. With kisses or more.

[b1eedthefreak]

Cooler Than Me

daryl x maneater!reader

warnings: none other than probably bad writing..

a/n i tried so hard to make this as good as possible but i don’t think i can write a badass cool reader like i cannot… I TRIED MY BEST IF THIS IS BAD IM SORRY

this was requested :3

⸻

Daryl had two problems.

One, he was very bad at talking to people (let alone a women).

Two, you were very good at making him forget that.

The moment you arrived at the prison, it was like someone dropped a match into a puddle of gasoline. Men started standing straighter. Women glared with quiet jealousy. You had that walk… slow, unbothered, like nothing scared you. Hair wild, grin wicked, eyes sharp. You’d laugh in a walker’s face and wink at it while stabbing it in the skull.

You didn’t try to be intimidating. You just were.

And Daryl? Daryl was doomed.

He told himself he didn’t care. Said it a dozen times in his head every time you passed him, brushing your fingers along his arm or flashing him a smile that made him forget how to breathe.

He was a hunter, a tracker, a killer. Not some idiot tripping over his own feet because a girl was pretty.

Except now he was staring at you across the yard, holding a wildflower in his hand like a total fool, trying to figure out how to give it to you without dying of shame.

Carol saw him first.

“Oh no,” she muttered, elbowing Beth. “He’s doing it again.”

Beth looked up from the laundry and squinted. “Oh my God. Is that a flower?”

Carol sighed. “It’s worse than the time he gave her squirrel jerky.”

Beth cackled. “He’s so awkward. Like…painfully awkward.”

“Poor thing.”

“I mean… no offense,” Beth added with a shrug, “but she’s way too cool for him. She’s like—leather jacket, killer smile, ‘I’ll ruin your life’ energy. And he’s just… flannel and trauma.”

Carol snorted. “He’s gonna do it. He’s gonna walk over.”

Beth leaned forward, giddy. “Oh my God… he’s walking over.”

You were sitting on the hood of an old car, sharpening a knife, when Daryl finally approached, wildflower clutched awkwardly in his fist like he wanted to throw it or eat it.

He cleared his throat.

You looked up, slow and lazy. “Well, well.”

He froze. “Uh.”

Your lips curved. “That for me?”

He shoved the flower forward. “Yeah. Found it. Thought it was… I dunno. Pretty.”

You took it, twirling it between your fingers, then looked up at him with a soft smirk. “Mm. Thought you’d have to try harder than this.”

Daryl blinked. “Huh?”

You leaned back on your elbows. “To impress me, Dixon. C’mon. A flower? What is this, summer camp?”

He turned red immediately. “I—shit. I ain’t tryna—forget it.”

You caught his arm before he could bolt.

“Relax,” you murmured, tugging him close. “I like summer camp.”

He swallowed thickly. “Y’don’t make any damn sense.”

You grinned up at him. “That’s the fun part.”

Later that night, you found him pacing outside the prison, mumbling to himself like he was trying to convince himself to stay away.

Too bad.

You cornered him without a word, hands on his chest, fingers curling into his shirt.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” you whispered.

“Ain’t nervous.”

“You’re sweating, Dixon.”

“I was walkin’.”

You leaned up, brushing your lips along his jaw. “You don’t have to impress me, you know.”

He stiffened.

“You already did that the first time you ignored me,” you purred. “Only man who ever didn’t try to flirt back. Drove me crazy.”

He looked at you then, all rough-edged confusion. “Thought you were outta my league.”

You smiled. “That’s what makes it fun.”

Your mouth met his, hot and sudden. He growled, deep and low, hands finding your hips, fingers digging in like he couldn’t believe you were real.

You whispered against his lips, “Wanna keep impressing me?”

“Yeah.”

“Then touch me.”

—

my mid terms are over so i can finally write again send requests everybody :3

[moonstruckme]

may i humbly request our lovely steddie with a carsick reader on a roadtrip. i imagine it’s eddies poor driving that sparks it and i could so picture steve and eddie bickering about it but still being very sweet to reader until she feels better

ily feel free to change what you want or not write it at all! thank you either way <3

Thanks for requesting <3

cw: nausea

poly!Steddie x fem!reader ♡ 771 words

Steve is on to you. Glancing at you at first in his visor mirror and then by turning around in his seat, an uneasy set to his brows. You try to focus on the A/C blowing on your knees via the small plastic vent. 

Eddie swerves into the next lane, and your throat tightens. 

“Hey,” Steve says to him, agitated, “take it easy.” 

“What?” 

“You’re driving like you’re trying to kill us.” 

“If I was trying to kill you, I’d have done it back in Iowa.” Eddie gives Steve’s leg a jostle, firm but fond. “And if you’re gonna be a backseat driver, I’ll put you in the backseat.” 

You aren’t looking, but he must be too distracted to notice the car in front of you slowing until it’s close. Your body rocks forward as he puts on the brakes. 

“I’m gonna open my window,” you say weakly. The windows in the front seat of Eddie’s van have hand cranks, but yours in the back only has a latching mechanism that allows it to open barely an inch. It’s enough for a concentrated stream of wind to hit your face if you lean your head against the glass. 

“Baby, on the highway?” Eddie asks over the whistling of air. 

“You’re making her sick,” Steve accuses. 

“I am not.” Eddie glances back at you. “Am I making you sick?” 

“No,” you mumble. 

“Stop driving like a lunatic.” The range between the glare Steve pins Eddie with and the soft look he gives you is impressive. “Hey, try to look out the front window if you can, okay? Do you wanna switch seats?” 

“That’s okay.” You breathe in, focussing on the fresh air hitting your face. “I’m good.” 

“Is it the heat? Are you hot?” 

“She’s always hot,” says Eddie, earning him a shove. “Hey! No attacking the driver.” 

Steve frowns at you. “Do you want to stop? We can pull over for a while.” 

You shake your head, stopping when your nausea worsens. “It’ll pass.” 

“Okay. Look out the front window, honey.” 

You do. Eddie’s eyes continually dart to you in the rear view mirror. You meet them once, and he pouts. 

“You want some of my coke?” he offers. “It’s, uh, kind of warm, but…” 

“I’m okay.” You offer a wan smile. “Thanks.” 

Steve turns around again. “Are you sure you don’t want to pull over? We could use a stop anyway.” 

You lean into the wind blasting through your window, breathing deeply. “I’m fine.” 

Five minutes later finds you sitting on the curb of a gas station with your head to your knees. 

Eddie lifts your hair. The sun beating down on your neck is worth it for the cooling power of the breeze. He’s asked how you’re feeling about every ten seconds since you exited the highway. You’ve stopped answering in anything but hums and grunts. 

The crisp sound of a soda can opening is about the best thing you’ve heard all day. 

“Here.” Steve sits on your other side. “See if this helps.” 

Beads of condensation roll off the can of ginger ale, wetting both Steve’s palm and yours when you take it. You tilt your chin up to take a sharp, fizzy sip. 

Eddie grins when you exhale. 

“Good stuff, huh?” he asks hopefully. 

“It helps,” you agree. 

“I think we should wait a while before getting back on the road,” says Steve. “But when we do, I’m driving.” 

“Uh.” Eddie’s eyebrows raise. “No, you are not.” 

Steve gives him an unamused look. He mimics Eddie’s intonation. “Yeah, I am.” 

“No! It’s Eddie’s Van Halen. Eddie drives.” 

“Oh, grow up. We were going to have to switch out at some point between here and California.” 

“I don’t know what you were thinking, but I have a twelve-pack of Jolts in the back. I can go all night.” 

“Perfect, that sounds super safe. It was your driving that got her carsick in the first place.” 

Something dangerously close to contrition flashes across Eddie’s expression as he looks to you. 

You give him a sorry smile. “I’m feeling a lot better now.” 

His mouth tilts. “Yeah? Glad to hear it, beautiful. Hey, maybe when we hit the road again we can try something new. Obviously you’re a better candidate for the passenger seat than Stevie here, so you can play DJ.” He waggles his eyebrows. “We have an array of music in Eddie’s Van Halen, with vocal accompaniment by yours truly.” 

Steve huffs, an eye roll in audible form. 

Before they can start bickering again, you say, “Yeah, sure. A distraction might help.”  

Eddie grins. “That’s my girl.”

[hotvintagepoll]

Peter Lorre (The Maltese Falcon, Arsenic and Old Lace, Casablanca)—to me he DEFINES scrungle hes the first person i think of every time the term comes up! i want to fold him up like a paper accordion and put him in my pocket. guy that spawned a million voice artists and impersonators. they made a ghost version of him for halloween cereal staple boo berry. bewitched by his nervous mania and tooth gap <3 (for the purposes of propaganda im linking a photo from his extremely short appearance in muscle beach party bc ive been obsessed w it for years and i couldnt find any video for it :/ anyway imagine youre frankie avalon spending the whole movie battling a bodybuilder faction thats taking over your beach and your girl and then you find out this fucking guy is their mastermind mystery leader and hes stronger than all the bodybuilders combined. like Huh. What.)

Elsa Lanchester (The Bride of Frankenstein, Witness for the Prosecution, Mary Poppins)—Surely somebody's already submitted Elsa Lanchester for this right? Right??? Because her scrungle levels are OFF THE CHARTS in literally everything. The way she's Katy Nanna straight-up refusing to spend another minute with Jane and Michael Banks because she has DIGNITY thank you very much. The way she's Mary Goddamn Shelley stuck listening to Lord Byron mansplaining literature like "ha ha maybe even YOUR little monster story will be published" and she shoots back "It *WILL* be published, *I* think!!!" in the most bright-as-nails fuck-you-Byron voice imaginable. The way she's a nurse herding her lawyer charge through a sordid love-triangle case and we gradually realize the real love story was between her and the lawyer all along. The way she's a clandestine witch casting hexes on telephones, the way she's a princess's PA and helps an old friend steal an invitation card, the way she's a cleaning lady who goes to Germany to personally assassinate Hitler, the way she's a posh village worthy trying to impress Danny Kaye, the way ERRGHH i could go on just look at her scrungle.

These are the the semifinals for the scrungly little guy contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you’re confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Peter Lorre:

he's pretty much the archetype of the scrungly little guy. the blueprint. the example by which all other scrungly little guys are judged

The entire point of his iconic role in Casablanca (apart from introducing the central plot mcguffin) was to be LITTLE and SCRUNGLY to make Bogie look even cooler. And Maggot in Corpse Bride - the littlest scrungliest guy in that film - was a parody of him.

Between his big eyes, wheezy laugh, short stature, and expressive faces, Peter Lorre achieved icon status as the scrungliest, littlest guy in Hollywood. His scrungly little guy energy was often contrasted with the more typical masculinity of the leading man, but whether this contrast was meant to make him seem especially sinister, comedic, or pathetic, it always left an unforgettable impression!

The perfect sniveling character actor, “scrungly” is the first word that comes to mind when I think of him.

I'm sure somebody else has already submitted him (if not then ???) but he's a cute kind of scrungly little guy. He's got a distinctive nasal voice with an accent that is instantly recognizable and often imitated. His later horror movies are so much fun, especially when he's playing off of Vincent Price. He's so good at being unhinged, creepy, or manic, but also pathetic and sympathetic.

Classic scrungly hollywood golden age little guy who was friends with Humphrey Bogart and still played some of the wettest most sniveling characters ever committed to celluloid (complimentary) there is a deep despair and darkness in many of his characters that enhances his scrungly

To be clear, I am one of those people who will argue that Lorre is one of the most underrated film actors, but the POINT is that he's also just a scrungly delight. A delightfully pocket-sized man. Somehow endearing even when he is being actively amoral (see esp. Casablanca. "I found myself much more reasonable!") The faces he makes while doing the Russian cossack dance with a butter knife between his teeth in Silk Stockings make me laugh just thinking about them.

Wikipedia described his typical characters as "timidly devious", lots of weird little villains and evil sidekicks that are pretty horrifying but still manage to be sort of pathetic and the very definition of "poor little meow meow". His look and voice and mannerisms are so iconic they're still imitated

Cartoons for the next century have and will continue to include Peter Lorre-esque characters when needed to up the scrunge factor (see Bugs Bunny and so many more).

Youtube link for characters inspired by Lorre [editor's note: I'm not actually sure how many of these characters are directly, verifiably influenced by Peter Lorre, so take with a grain of salt. tw for suicide depiction.]

I think Arsenic and Old Lace is his quintessential "scrungly" performance. He's so put-upon and tired...all he wants is sleep and some schnapps! I love the way his shoulders fall slowly when he thinks he's caught (he looks like a sad puppy!), only to gleefully sprint out the door when he realizes how dumb those police officers are.

Elsa Lanchester:

[ladyfocalors]

Trappola's Guide To Winning (Your Heart)

summary: Ace overhears that you have a crush on someone, and for whatever reason, it bothers him. His solution? Offering to "help" you impress your crush, all while acting like he doesn’t care. His advice is half-serious and half-sabotage, but as time goes on, you notice his mood shifting.

pairing: ace trappola x gn!reader

warnings: miscommunication(?).

word count: 2.3k

ace trappola time! he is such a lying liar and a big denier. writing him was a bit tricky so i went a bit with my gut here. i will just have keep writing/reading about him until i get it! also thank you so much for the love on the riddle fic. i promise i read all your replies and reblogs! they make my day <3

Ace Trappola wasn’t the type to get so hung up on things (that was debatable). So when he overheard you telling Deuce and Grim that you had a crush on someone, he should’ve just let it go.

But he didn't.

"You have a crush?" he had repeated, standing behind you with his arms crossed.

"Were you eavesdropping?" You had turned around, startled.

"Not my fault you were talking so loud," he had shot back, avoiding the question. "Who is it?"

You had pressed your lips together, glancing at Deuce and Grim for help. Grim just cackled and said, "Why do you care? You jealous or somethin', Ace?"

Great question. Why does he care? And no, he was not jealous. Imagine being jealous of an idiot you liked! (He actually didn't know why he cared. Maybe because he was curious. Yeah. That was it.)

"I don't," Ace lied immediately. "I'm just shocked, that's all. I mean, really, Prefect? I thought you had better taste."

You narrowed your eyes. "You don't even know who it is."

"Exactly!" Ace threw up his hands. "I'm already questioning your judgment. What’s so great about this mystery person anyway?"

A small smile tugged at your lips. "I don't know. They’re just… fun to be around, I guess. They always know how to make me laugh."

"Sounds like an idiot." Ace scoffed.

"I like idiots."

Ace scoffed but found himself momentarily stunned into silence. That was the kind of thing people said when they were absolutely down bad, wasn’t it? His stomach twisted uncomfortably. Gross.

"Prefect, you should just ignore him," Deuce advised, probably sensing trouble. "He's just messing with you."

Ace was messing with you, sure. But also, not really. Kind of. His stomach was twisting in an unfamiliar way, a strange discomfort settling into his chest. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like this one bit.

Why did you have to go have a crush? Most importantly, why did he feel like he was losing to someone?

But he was Ace Trappola, and Ace Trappola didn’t lose. Not even to some mystery crush of yours. So he grinned, masking whatever this weird feeling he didn't want to feel was, and said, "Well, whoever it is, you’re in luck. Because, out of the kindness of my heart, I’m willing to help you win them over."

You gave him a questioning look. "Kindness? You sound like the Headmage with that talk."

"That hurts, Prefect. Comparing me to Crowley of all people?" Ace looked very offended.

"Well, forgive me for not trusting your kindness."

"Wow. No faith in me at all, huh?"

"Yeah, ‘cause you're totally not up to something shady." Grim snickered.

Ace shot Grim a withering look before turning to you. "Listen, I'm a romantic genius. Who better to help than me?"

You gave him a flat look. "I can think of a hundred people off the top of my head."

"Wrong," Ace said, leaning in with a grin. "You won't find better advice anywhere else."

"Okay, fine. I will take your so-called advice." You said with a defeated sigh.

Ace had won. Well, sort of.

Winning would be getting you to drop this whole crush thing entirely—something he was starting to want more and more as each minute passed. But for now, he’d settle for the next best thing: being the one you turned to for help.

That meant he had the advantage. That meant he could steer this however he wanted.

(And definitely not in the direction of some other loser getting your attention.)

"Alright, first things first: you gotta get their attention." Ace said, laying on your couch as you busied yourself with assignments, while Deuce peeked at your notes and Grim laid flat on the bed. "Make them notice you. You know, stand out."

You frowned at his words. "I feel like I already stand out. I'm the only magicless student in the whole school."

Ace waved that off. "Yeah, but that’s not the right kind of standing out. Make them curious about you. And you make them jealous."

"What?"

"You heard me." Ace said, tilting his head smugly. "Nothing gets people to realize their feelings faster than a little jealousy. Trust me, works every time."

Deuce looked dubious. "That sounds kind of–"

"–like bad advice?" you finished.

Ace scoffed, sitting up on the couch now. "C’mon, it’s basic psychology. If they see you getting cosy with someone else, they’ll start thinking, ‘Oh no, I’m gonna lose them!’ and boom, feelings unlocked."

"And how’s the Prefect s’posed to do that, huh?" Grim asked.

Ace shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe flirt with someone cool and charming." His grin widened. "Like me, for example."

You felt uneasy. It was stupid. You knew it was stupid. Ace didn’t know he was your crush, which meant you had no right to be upset. Still, hearing him offer you advice even if it sounded terrible and also offer himself so casually made your stomach sink.

You forced a laugh. "How noble of you to volunteer."

"What can I say?" Ace grinned. "I’m a giver."

Deuce frowned. "I don’t think lying is the best way to-"

"Okay, okay, plan B then," Ace cut in. "You should act a little harder to get."

"Harder to get?" you repeated.

"Yeah. Make them work for it." Ace leaned forward with an amused glint in his eye. "I mean, you’re not easy, right?"

Grim made a noise of disgust, and Deuce turned pink. "Ace, that sounds–!"

"I mean personality-wise, you weirdos," Ace huffed, cutting Deuce off for the umpteenth time. "Jeez, get your mind out of the gutter."

Ace ignored him and then turned to you. "But yeah, you should be a little distant. Y’know, act like you don’t care too much."

Act like you don't care too much. The words echoed in your mind. If he liked you, he would be jealous and wouldn't try to help you. Right?

It was fine. You would just take his advice and use it on him. After all, he was your crush. And if he really didn’t feel the same way, then at least you’d have your answer.

For the next few days, you followed Ace’s advice to the dot.

And Ace didn’t catch on. At first.

You made sure to get his attention, like he had said. Not in an over-the-top way, which would be very weird for you, but just enough to throw him off. Like sitting next to Deuce more often during lunch. Smiling a little too enthusiastically at other people. Being just out of reach whenever Ace tried to tug you into whatever ridiculous scheme he had cooking up that day. When he complained, you shrugged and told him, "I’m busy, Ace."

"Oh, busy now, huh?" Ace had scoffed, but he didn’t seem too bothered. Not yet.

The jealousy part took a little more effort, mostly because you weren’t great at flirting and Grim had outright refused to help you with any ideas, calling the whole thing "a pathetic excuse for a love scheme." But you had to be committed to the bit, so you pushed on, casually dropping compliments around Ace—never to him but always near him.

"Deuce, your hair looks nice."

"Jack is really strong, don't you think?"

"Isn't Silver so pretty? He looks like a prince."

Ace didn’t think much of it at first.

Well, he thought about it, but not in the way that meant anything. It was just weird, that’s all. A little annoying. Maybe a tiny bit irritating. But not because it bothered him. No, he wasn’t one of those weirdos who got all jealous just because their best friend was paying attention to other people. That would be ridiculous.

It was just that… who even complimented Deuce’s hair? Deuce had the most normal hair. And Jack? Sure, the guy was strong, but you sounded way too impressed about it. And Silver? Pretty? Like a prince? Okay, maybe, but why did you have to say it out loud?

And why were you so out of reach?

It wasn’t a huge difference, not really. Just enough that made him confused. He’d reach for your sleeve to drag you somewhere, and you’d slip away with some excuse. He’d call your name, and sometimes you’d brush him off.

It didn't matter, he told himself. (He told himself a lot of things lately.)

Things didn't change until Deuce had to smack him (not physically) out of the denial phase.

"You’re so obvious."

Ace blinked out of his daydreams. "What?"

Deuce stared at him like he was the dumbest person alive, which Ace took immediate offense to. He was not dumb. He just… hadn’t figured out whatever Deuce was talking about yet. Which wasn’t his fault, obviously.

"You like them," Deuce said, as if that explained anything.

Ace scoffed. "Duh, I like them. The Prefect is my friend."

"How do you know I was talking about the Prefect?"

Oh… crap. When did Deuce get so smart?

"Because who else would you be talking about?" He tried to play it off, but the heat rising to his face betrayed him. "You’re making weird assumptions, Deuce."

"You like them," Deuce repeated.

Ace let out a sharp laugh, crossing his arms. "You're insane. I don't, I helped them. With their crush. You think I'd do that if I actually liked them?"

Deuce gave him a long, exasperated look, then exhaled through his nose. "Okay. Let’s say you don't like them. Then explain why you have been sulking so much and acting so bothered?"

"I am not!"

"You nearly bit my head off when they complimented my hair."

"Well, maybe I don’t like lying," Ace shot back. "Your hair is just hair, Deuce."

Deuce’s eye twitched.

"And anyway," Ace went on, louder, "you’re ignoring the important part here. The Prefect has a crush. Not on me. So whatever you’re implying is wrong."

"No."

"What do you mean no?" Ace burst out. "What happened to backing up your friends?"

"You’ve been helping them impress their crush, right?" Deuce asked. "Then why does all your advice sound like sabotage?"

"That’s not–" Ace began, then stopped. The words stuck to the roof of his mouth, unwilling to come out, because… well.

He liked you.

Ace felt the world shift uncomfortably. That gross twisting in his stomach he had been ignoring for days? The irrational irritation every time you looked at someone else for too long? The fact that he had been so convinced that you having a crush was some sort of personal loss?

Everything made sense now.

"This is bad." he stuffed his hand into his pocket, turned on his heel and left his dorm, setting off on a long, aimless walk. Maybe fresh air would clear his head. Maybe it would make this realization feel less like a punch.

You didn't like him. You never told him who you liked and he was so caught up in denial that he didn't even bothered you to ask.

No, no. That wasn't fair. He liked you and made you follow his terrible advice (you didn't have to but you did). He already came so far and he didn't want to pretend he didn't like you.

The least he could do was be honest with you.

And, Ace Trappola wasn't a coward.

(Okay, maybe he was. A little. But not about this. Not about you.)

So after what was possibly the longest walk of his life, he turned back toward Ramshackle, his heart thudding against his ribs.

Ace had already spent enough time being an idiot. He wasn’t going to waste another second.

You had just finished dealing with Grim’s latest round of whining about dinner when a knock at the door made you pause.

You weren’t expecting anyone. Grim was still sulking about his empty stomach, so with a sigh, you moved to open the door, only to be met with the last person you expected.

"Uh," you started. "Are you in trouble with Riddle–"

"I like you." The words left his mouth before he could stop them. He looked vaguely horrified, like he hadn’t planned on saying it so fast. But now that it was out there, he couldn’t take it back. "Like, really like you."

You froze at the admission.

Ace sighed but continued. "Look, I get it, okay? You like someone else, and I already dug my own grave, but I had to tell you. Because, because if I didn’t, I’d be lying, and it sucks, and–"

"Ace–"

"–I mean, I probably made things worse by trying to help you and made you follow bad advice, which is the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, and–"

"ACE!"

He finally shut up.

You exhaled, heartbeat loud in your ears. "You are my crush. I used your advice on you, idiot."

He stared at you, a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"Huh?" he said, very eloquently.

You rolled your eyes but smiled. You moved ahead to pull him in a hug. He immediately froze, standing stiff as a board. It took a few seconds for his brain to finally catch up to him and he returned your hug with a laugh.

"So all of that–"

"–was me following your advice." you finished his sentence, pulling back enough to look at his face. "You sabotaged yourself without realising it."

Ace groaned dramatically, letting his hands drop to his sides. "I played myself. I actually played myself!"

You laughed, shaking your head. "But at least now you know I like you back?"

Ace looked at you, then his usual cocky grin came back to his face. His hands settled awkwardly on your arms. "Yeah… yeah! Of course you like me. Who wouldn't fall me?"

You smacked his arms away. "Don't get too smug about it. Just be grateful I like idiots."

He could only smile at you, happy to have you back again.

He felt lighter, his heart fluttering with joy.

© ladyfocalors

[mcumorningstar]

Prove It, Cowboy

pairing: dodge mason x reader

summary: after the player's ball, you find yourself without a bed for the night until dodge offers for you to stay at his, but when his mom and sister catch you sneaking in they get the wrong impression.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, dry humping, protected sex (p in v), dodge’s mom and sister being kinda invasive about his sex life (?)

a/n: dodge and his mom being so open about her sex life was so funny to me. this is kinda the reverse of a canon conversation... kinda! also i had a dream i went to one of dodge’s rodeos but he was flirting with all the girls so he was my enemy for a few days <3

A midnight sky hung over Carp, Texas when you arrived at Dodge’s house. Dodge put a finger to his lips fruitlessly as the front gate creaked loudly. The curtains of the front room twitched.

A female voice came from inside the house, “Dodge’s brought a girl home!”

Shit.

“That’s Dana,” Dodge sighed, fiddling with his keys and rubbing his forehead with a tight smile. Before he turned the keys in the lock, he turned to you, “Sorry, in advance.”

Your brows screwed together as he guided you inside.

After the player’s ball, Heather disappeared and so you were left without a bed for the night. God forbid you sneak into your own house and face the wrath of your parents.

Dodge came to the rescue.

A sigh fell from his lips at the sight of his mom and sister waiting in the living room doorway with excited smiles and hooded eyes. They behaved more like sisters than mother and daughter. It was sweet.

A dim lamp on the entrance table and the bright colours of the TV cast shadows across the room.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” You smiled politely despite two pairs of unfamiliar eyes trained on you.

God they must think you’re here to sleep with him or something.

“Hi, sweetheart. I’m Jessica. You want something to drink?” Dodge’s mom raised her glass of red wine, “We’re watching Jeopardy.“

She was a very beautiful woman, cherub cheeks and bright green eyes. Dodge was all hard angles, he must take after his dad.

Dodge ducked into the sea-foam coloured kitchen to grab two waters from the refrigerator.

“I’m Dana!” His sister beamed. She shared an unspoken look with Dodge, who rolled his eyes. Before you could thank her, Dodge rejoined your side.

“She’s locked out and just wants somewhere to sleep,” He quelled their unspoken barrage of questions.

His mom nodded along, as if he was lying, “Okay well there’s spare blankets in the laundry room, condoms in the bathroom...”

“Oh my god,” Dodge cursed under his breath, “We’re going now.”

Jessica and Dana giggled behind their glasses of wine, the right side of drunk, “The book, Dodge.”

She winked with exaggeration, her filter totally gone with the amount she’d drank but she was clearly having a fun night in.

Dodge shook his head with a flustered laugh.

With a hand on your back, Dodge guided you to his bedroom. Your face flushed at the unexpected attention and the suggestive situation.

The two laughed rather loudly, saying how pretty you are and how Dodge will fair with a girl spending the night, for the first time you assumed.

The sound of the women stifling laughter echoed around the house. Dodge closed his bedroom door with a sheepish and apologetic smile.

His room was pretty plain; grey bedsheets, grey walls, rodeo trophies and medals, a bookshelf with framed photos on. It smelt like laundry soap and his cologne.

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” He offered, tossing his backpack onto the carpet.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t bite,” You teased, as you looked at his collection of trophies and books, “Plus they already think we’re fucking.”

Dodge gave a quick laugh, watching you read the spines on the shelf.

“What book was your mom talking about?” You turned to him and his face flushed.

“You heard that, huh?” He mumbled, “It was a joke really. She thinks she’s funny.”

Even more intrigued by his avoidance, you sized him up with squinted eyes.

Dodge cleared his throat, tidying away a pile of laundry sitting on his bed, “They uh… god this is… They used to worry about me with- with girls. They thought I was a virgin because I never brought girls home to meet them or anything… and so for Secret Santa one year I got a book about… women… My mom insists it wasn’t her and that whoever it was was trying to be funny…”

There was a long pause. Dodge shied away from your eyes, his body turned away from you, despite the little air of embarrassed laughter.

Dodge cleared his throat again, “Super weird, I know. She had kids super young and didn’t want us to make the same mistake. Not that me and Dana are mistakes but it was hard for her. She’s cool about that sorta thing though. Dana’s ex-boyfriend used to stay over all the time and she didn’t care. So if you’re worried, she won’t say anything about you being here or anything.”

Another bout of silence fell between you as Dodge assessed your features, his lips pursed and shoulders tight.

“I think that’s the most you’ve ever said to me,” You laughed and Dodge visibly relaxed.

“No, it’s cool. Not cool but, you know, I wish my family were cooler about sex. My dad saw your name in my phone and reached for his shotgun,” You laughed, “Anyway, a book is probably better than drunk hook ups at the lake.”

“Yeah probably,” Dodge nodded, leaning against the bookshelf, and there was a lull in the conversation.

“Oh… did you read it?” You giggled, a flush of red creeping up his neck and ears, “You did!”

“You can’t prove anything,” Dodge shook his head with a half-cocked smile.

“But you could,” You raised your eyebrows and he furrowed his. It was a joke, he knew that, but Dodge steeled his expression and licked his lips.

“Yeah?”

You kept your eyes on his for a long moment before smiling, “Yeah. Prove it.”

You reached out and rested a hand on his stomach. His abs were tight and lean under his button-up shirt.

One by one, you unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, running your hands along the sturdy plane of his stomach and chest.

Conflicting thoughts ran through your head. Heather was like your sister and Natalie had been planning to win Panic for years.

Would fucking Dodge Mason, their competition, be a good idea?

Your judgement was clouded by the heat radiating from his skin and the smattering of hair on his chest. His dual coloured eyes watched your face as you stood before him, admiring him.

“I saw you like this at the jump but not up close,” You rested your hands on his shoulders, biting your lip, “Thank you, saddle bronc.”

Dodge couldn’t fight the smile that spread across his cheeks, as a sputtered laugh escaped his lips.

In one movement, Dodge threw you over his shoulder and deposited you on his bed, kneeling over you.

A soft line of kisses traced along your arm to your shoulder. With every press of his lips, you itched to feel them against yours, whining at the wait.

Pink and plump, his lips pressed to the corner of your mouth before he pulled back to look down at you, stilling hovering over you.

Taking his head in your hands, you craned your neck to kiss him. Each press of his lips had you sighing contently and the swipe of his tongue had you moaning.

Dodge licked into your mouth with fervour, tongue and lips colliding with no precision, only desire.

You hooked your leg over his hips and rolled him onto his back beneath you, straddling his hips.

Dodge instinctively gripped your hips and watched with kiss-bitten lips and doe eyes as you discarded your dress onto his bedroom floor.

“You gonna give me some tips, cowboy?”

Dodge groaned, your hands pressing against his chest, as he slowly guided the rocking of your hips against his.

With every roll of your hips, your tits bounced in the lacy cups of your bra. His eyes flickered between your chest and your pink panties, rubbing against his bulge.

Dodge groaned, tightening his grip on your hips, “Lean forward.”

Following his instructions, a loud moan escaped you at the change in pressure against your clit.

“Good girl, you’re doing so good,” He rumbled, rutting his hips against yours in a perfect rhythm. Warmth bloomed in your chest at his praise.

Thank you, saddle bronc.

His muscles rippled and bulged underneath your hands as the slick between your legs dampened the skin of your inner thighs.

Cupping a hand at the nape of your neck, Dodge guided your mouth to his, kissing you with pinched brows and deep groans. Pulling away from the heated make out and pressing a deep kiss to his lips, you sat up and unbuttoned his jeans.

Dodge lay back, stroking your thighs and watching you with bated breath. Pulling him from his trance, you hooked a finger into the elastic waistband of his boxers, twanging the material against his alabaster skin.

A smile twitched at his lips as he slowly sat up and kissed you softly, rolling you onto your back. Dodge pushed his jeans off and lay between your legs, the hard length of his cock pressing into your inner thigh.

Settling your hands on each other's heated skin, Dodge kissed you deeply and nipped at your bottom lip playfully. His strong arms wrapped around you, his hand palming at the globe of your ass.

Warm and plump lips mouthed at your neck, teeth tugging the strap of your bra from your shoulder and kissing at the newly bare skin. He unhooked your bra, tossing it onto the floor and laving his tongue at your pebbled nipples.

"Please, need you," You whined, clawing at his shoulders. Dodge pressed a final kiss to your chest before sitting on his haunches and pulling your panties down your legs.

With firm hands on your inner thighs, Dodge parted your legs and bit his lip, staring at your dripping sex. You squirmed under his undivided attention, hooking your calf around his waist and pulling him on top of you.

Kissing him deeply, you pushed his boxer briefs down his hips, dragging your nails across his back once his erection sprung free. The wet tip smacked against your heated skin.

Dodge kicked his boxers off and reached into his nightstand, tearing the foil of a condom wrapper with his teeth and rolling the rubber onto his cock.

Caressing his biceps, you watched as he hovered over you and lined himself against your entrance. You hooked a leg around his hip, gasping into his open mouth as he slowly thrust into you.

Dodge's eyes fluttered shut as his hips pressed flush against yours. A ragged breath escaped his lips, tickling the skin of your neck. Dropping his head to your shoulder, Dodge sighed shakily.

"C'mon cowboy," You rolled your hips, "Buck."

Dodge let out a mix of a soft groan and a laugh into your neck, "You feel really good."

A small giggle fell from you, scratching your fingers through his hair. You bucked your hips again and Dodge clamped a hand on your hip, pulling back and rolling his hips against you.

Picking up the pace, Dodge fucked his thick cock against the sensitive spot deep within your cunt. Sloppy wet sounds echoed around the room with each buck of his hips.

Sweat beaded on your skin as the coil within the pit of your stomach tightened. Your nails clawed at the rippling muscles of Dodge's back, his skin slapping against yours.

Groans tumbled from his lips, pressing heated kisses to your skin, silencing your loud moans with his tongue in your mouth.

Digging your heels into his ass, you tightened your legs around his hips, letting him push one against your chest and his cock sinked deeper into you.

A broken gasp escaped you before his hand clamped over your mouth and his hips stopped, pressing his weight onto you.

The sound of footsteps outside his door and the subsequent flicking of light switches and closing doors alerted Dodge to the presence of his mom going to bed.

Dodge met your eyes, willing you to be quiet, as he continued to fuck you. Your brows pinched together as your interrupted pleasure began to build again, noises muffled by his strong hand.

Pressing his forehead to yours, Dodge slowed his pace and you took the opportunity to turn him onto his back, keeping his cock nestled in your cunt.

A surprised grunt tumbled from his chest and his hands groped at your body, holding you against him. You wasted no time before raising your hips and bouncing on his cock.

Dodge moaned and his eyes rolled back, covering his own mouth. A sheen of sweat on his skin glistened in the limited light. Leaning forward, your clit caught against his pubes, igniting a hotter flame within you.

"Good," Dodge praised, brushing your hair out of your face and watching your tits bounce in his face, "Such a good cowgirl."

He tipped his head back further into his plush pillow and his knees bent off the bed, fucking into you, his body pulling taut at the impending release.

"Gonna cum," Dodge rasped, panting and licking his dry lips.

You couldn't form words, only nodding, meeting his eyes and rocking your hips with the uncoordinated buck of his. The band within you was one thread away from snapping before Dodge gripped your jaw and pulled you into a heated kiss.

White hot bliss coursed through your body as you moaned into his mouth. Dodge mouthed at your unresponsive mouth, too preoccupied with moans of pleasure to reciprocate his kisses.

Dodge pulled back to watch your orgasm wash over you before he hit his peak, white ropes of cum filling the condom as he groaned deeply.

Sinking into the mattress, you lay on his sweaty chest, both trying to catch your breath. Dodge discarded the condom in the trash by his bed and pulled you into his side.

His cheeks and neck were rosy with exertion and he ran a hand up and down your back, "You should try saddle bronc."

Fucked out, you laughed into his sweaty chest, "You should keep that book."

Slowly you drifted into a blissful sleep, bodies entwined and satiated.

[aninipanin1]

HOW DID YOU TWO MEET?

Notes: Nothing but pure fluff! AU about Adult Miss or rather Mrs. Manager with each love interest hehehe. Also, since this is an AU it might not be accurate to the future of the BLLK players so please forgive me.

LAVINHO

"What do you want now, mi niña y niño?" A deep chuckle left his mouth, catching the two who crashed beside him on the couch, laying their upper bodies on his lap. 6-year-old Rey and 3-year-old Ana found themselves splayed across their father's hold.

"Papa! Papa! Guess what?" The energetic boy asked, bouncing on the couch to which the blonde man just raise an eyebrow at.

"What? What's got you two so energetic so early?" He laughed, booping both their noses which only made the two flinch before pouting at the ticklish feeling.

"We asked Mama how you two met, but she told us to ask you instead... Can you tell us, por favor?" The meeker of the two, Ana asked a little shy. Now that got Lavinho's attention, smirking at the two, albeit teasingly.

"Por què? What's got you two so curious, huh?"

"Our friends all know how their mama and papa met, but we don't. Please, Papa?" He was not planning to hide the story on how you both met, but the siblings' case became a little stronger when they gave him their irresistible puppy eyes. He knew he can never say no to their puppy eyes.

He was always impressed with how you managed to say no to their cute eyes, but alas, someone has to be the strict parent, and he was not built to be that parent to the two.

"¿Por què no? Come here." He pulled the two in and started to tell them about his time in Blue Lock and how you saw him first at a party (child friendly version of a bar), but seriously met at the Facility.

"What's Blue Lock, Papa?" Rey asked curiously.

"You two were not born yet then, but it was a place where young brats competed in Football."

"Ooh! Did Papa win?!"

"Yeah! Papa is the best player ever!" The man just laughed heartily, definitely feeling his ego being boosted by the enthusiastic praise from.his bel9ved children.

"Right?! But Papa did not compete. He only taught some people there, like your Uncle Bachira and Uncle Otoya." And to that, they gasped, after all these years you remained in contact with the Blue Lock players, but due to Bachira and Otoya playing for Barcha and your family living in Spain, the kids were the closest to the two.

"Really?! Wow...Papa is so cool!"

"Yeah! Uncle Bachira and Uncle Otoya are very good players! So that means Papa is good too!"

"Of course! But, the moment I met your mama, I was so stunned you know? She was very smart and pretty, so Papa felt a little starstruck."

And there was no lie to it. He did remember his team laughing and mocking him for being too wonderstruck whenever you talked to him that he would shut his mouth up, which was weird and so not his usual cool and energetic self.

But, then again, who can blame him? You were always so hot, and even after so many years, that did not change.

"Mama is always pretty!" Ana exclaimed, always looking up to her beloved mother. After all, you will always be the prettiest woman in her eyes, and she wishes she could be like you when she grows up.

"Mama is smart! She helps me with homework." Rey nodded, remembering the many nights you would stay up with him just to help him with all of his schoolworks or teaching him lessons he did not get.

"She is. Buuuut, Papa did have to win your mama over, since there were other men like me who liked her." He said with a laugh, remembering the old days where his fellow mentors and some other players would try to win you over. The several shenanigans from him and the others were definitely entertaining and he did miss the competition a bit.

However, he loves his life with you now even better. And, he would never let his ex-competitors live the fact that you became HIS wife and not theirs.

"Mama...Papa's laughing like a maniac again." Rey pointed out. Lavinho has been laughing evilly for a few seconds now as he remembered his pathetic ex-competitors. Unbeknownst to him, you already walked in the living room from the kitchen, raising an eyebrow at your husband.

"Mama...is Papa okay?" Ana asked, holding unto your pants, worried for her father. Meanwhile, you just rolled your eyes at the man, before carrying the little girl while holding the little boy's hand.

"He's fine, that's just how your Papa is. Let's eat breakfast, shall we?"

CHRIS PRINCE

"Please, Daddy! Tell us!"

"Aww, of course! What do you want to know, my little princesses?" Chris asked, patting the twin girls' hair. Alice and Elise are both curious kids, getting their father's athleticism and mother's curiousity and intelligence.

It was definitely both a blessing and a curse, seeing as to how they are always so full of energy, running around in full speed while also talking everyone's ears off with the most ridiculous questions a person can ever ask.

However, to Chris, his little girls were the cutest to ever live! No single part of them was annoying to him, no matter how many questions they asked (mainly because he was also annoying), and he is almost always the one to quickly entertain any of the girls' questions.

"How did you and Mommy meet?!" Elise asked from her place on her father's chest, her little hands busy with playing with his blonde hair, the same hair that mirrored that of the twins.

Now that got him smirking, tuning to both the twins, who looked more than eager to hear the story.

"Do you really wanna know?"

"Yes! Yes please daddy!" Alice cheered, abandoning her busy work at playing with her father's larger hands. The two snuggled close to Chris' chest, eyes wide while looking up at him expectantly, which only made the man laugh.

He then started to recount the moment he met you, how you were oh so oblivious to him and the rest of the men's attempts at winning you over and how, eventually, you started to return his feelings.

"What did you do, daddy? How did you make mommy love you?"

"Weeell, it was not easy. The first time I asked your mommy on a date, it was because it was all a huge mistake. I asked her out on a date, but she thought I meant by a meeting and...well, I wore a fancy outfit while she wore her cute tracksuit. Turns out I was a little too vague, buuut it all worked out in the end, and she ended up agreeing on a second date." He sweatdropped at the memory, feeling so bad to see you so confused.

He did act like a pussy, not being clear enough with his intentions but till this day, he is oh so thankful he made that mistake. Else, if he did ask you clearly out on a date, then there could have been a larger possibility of you saying no to him. That meant the domino effects that happened would have never happened.

And, at the end of it all, he probably would not have the beautiful family he currently has now. He could not even imagine not having his three beloved girls, they were his everything, his pride and joy.

"So that means Daddy is happy even if it all started as a mistake?" Elise asked to which the man just patted her head.

"Of course! If it did not happen, then both of you wouldn't be here. Besides...it did not seem like your mother minded me on that date-"

"Minded you on what?"

You asked, entering the front door after going on a quick run to a nearby store, only to find your family giggling away on the couch while in the middle of talking about something entertaining it seems.

Well, as entertaining as something relating to you, that is, because you did hear your name earlier.

"Mommy! You're back!" You smiled at the greeting, hugging Alice, who immediately stuck on your leg.

"Hi, pumpkin. What are you guys talking about?" Sitting on the couch beside Chris, you turned to them with a questioning look in your eye. The man just wrapped one arm around you before turning to the girls on both of your laps.

"I'm just telling the kids about how we met, darling."

"Oh...well, did you tell them about how you threw a tantrum when Snuffy-san took me out on a date before you did?" Now that made him stop, eyes turning into a glare of jealousy as you and the girls started to chuckle at his reaction.

"Hey, in my defence, I met you before he did! And I have been flirting with you ever since I met you. Don't I deserve a date before him?" He frowned, his arm wrapping around your shoulder before placing his head ontop of your shoulder.

"I guess. But hey, who's ahead of who now, right?"

Chris' eyes looked down at you, his beautiful wife of years now, and the twins whom he love very much and thought, yeah you were right. He did win in life, didn't he?

MARC SNUFFY

"I'm home!"

The player stored his shoes on the rack before plopping his bag on the couch. Looking around the living room, he was a bit confused seeing as to how it was so unusually quiet.

"Dear? Matteo? Where are you both?"

He raised an eyebrow at this. Going up the stairs, a smile slowly appeared on his lips the moment his ears picked up on soft, familiar giggles and laughs coming from one of the rooms.

Opening the door, there he found you sitting on your shared bed with him while holding up with what seemed to be an old photo album. Beside you was Matteo, who was unblinking while looking at the pictures in awe, sometimes nodding to what you told him or even laughing at some stories you told while he laid his head comfortably on your pregnant belly.

"Oh, welcome home, love! Sorry we didn't hear you." You said the moment you lifted your head and found your husband standing in the doorway. The moment Matteo noticed his father, he jumped off the bed before hugging Snuffy's leg.

"Welcome home, Dad! Did you know? Mom is showing me pictures of what Blue Lock is." Now he raised an eyebrow at that, very much amused and curious of what you told the little boy.

"Hm, is she now? What did she tell you?"

"Teo was curious about how we met and well... I told him about Blue Lock, what happened, and how we met." You answered for the boy, patting the space on the bed beside you. Getting the signal, Snuffy carried Matteo in his arms before sitting beside you, looking down on the pictures.

"I also tried to explain the hard words Mom said to little sis!" Matteo bragged, caressing your stomach once again.

Ever since you started showing, Matteo has been obsessed with talking and touching your belly, showing his excitement to meet his little sister. Snuffy laughed at the enthusiasm before reaching his hand over to pat his head.

"You're a really great big brother already, Teo. You're doing so good, buddy."

The boy's smile brightened, eyes wide in satisfaction before nodding his head excitedly. Finding his place next to you again, the boy pointed at another picture on the album.

"Ooh, where did you go this time, Mom?" His little finger pointed at the picture of you in the familiar museum from Kamakura, a place you will never be able to forget. After all, it was where your love story started, and it is the reason why you have the beautiful family you had now.

"That is where you and your mother had our first date. Well, to me, it was, since she was too oblivious for her own good. And well...it's also where I fell in love with her." Snuffy answered for you, his eyes filled with blissful nostalgia. Just remembering that time, where it felt like time slowed down and it was only just you and him.

Where attraction turned into something deeper, and it started his eventual deep fall for you. The time and place where the start of something more meaningful than just finding you beautiful. It felt just like yesterday, but now, he is happily married to that same woman, who gave him a beautiful son and is preparing to give him another wonderful blessing in a form of a baby girl.

"Wow... Mom's hair was (shorter/longer) before..."

"It was. She looks pretty, doesn't she?"

"Yeah!" A chuckle escaped your lips before ruffling both their hairs away.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, you two." Looking at the two, you sweatdropped seeing the same grin both on their faces. Dang, Matteo really is just a copy of his father. In fact, it was a running joke the moment you gave birth to the boy, teasing Snuffy about how he did not need a DNA test to verify that Matteo was his.

"I just hope our little girl won't get both of your mischievousness because I need an ally too, you know?"

Your husband just shrugged at that before giving you a back hug, rubbing your swollen stomach.

"We'll see. But we all know you prefer when we act this way."

"Hmm, maybe. But don't count too much on it." And with one last bickering argument, you both turned to the questions your little one still kept barraging you both, his little mind filled with wonders and inquiries about how such a facility managed to bring in the two most in love people that he has ever seen in his yet short life.

NOEL NOA

"What happened..?"

Noa blinked his eyes at the two little boys who looked up at him innocently, offering an old memory card. Emile and Yves were absolutely covered from head to toe in dust and cobwebs, a sight that would probably have you shrieking and scolding the two boys for being messy and him for being irresponsible.

"We found this papa..!"

"Did you two go to the attic unattended again? You know your mother won't be happy about that, especially since she forbid you two many times from going up there."

"But we wanted to find new toys!"

Noa sighed. To anyone else, he may look like the helicopter parent, the one who makes the rules and punishes the kids for breaking the rules. But actually, he was akin to more of an old and done father, who just lets the kids while you were left to do more of the parenting in the house.

Mostly because he believed that trial and error was the best teacher. He did not want his kids to experience the hardships he went through, yes, but he also does not want to spoil them so much that they can not stand on their own foot. So, he finds more of the balance when it comes to it.

Although, he does get scolded by you sometimes for being too lenient at times. But, he always did reason that boys will be boys, especially due to the age of the two.

"Just remember, if your mother finds out, I won't get in the way of her scolding you two, so I suggest you take a shower now before she comes home." He sighed, voice not threatening but more of warning them of the consequences, and that he wanted them to solve the problems they created themselves rather than have him help them in everything they did.

"Oh... right! Okay, Papa! C'mon Yves, I'll prepare a bubble bath for us!" Emile, being the oldest, naturally took more of the lead, holding and guiding his younger brother's hand to the bathroom where they both took a shower (although a bit messily).

While the two busied themselves on the tub with Noa guarding outside the door in case something happened, he noticed the memory card that the two placed on the side table momentarily.

Picking it up, he found it quite familiar. Ah, it was your memory card of some pictures and videos you took back when in Blue Lock. You used to obsess over filling the space of the card with memories of the facility, and now it became like some sort of time capsule for you to look back upon.

"Papa! We're done...what do you do with that?" Yves, who was trying his best to dry himself clumsily with a towel, looked at the weird chip in confusion. Of course, they did not know what a memory card is anymore.

"It's a memory card. There are pictures and videos here. It's your mother's." He answered, helping to dry the boy and urging the two children into new clothes.

Due to the curiousity of the two, Noa pulled your old laptop from under the bed (that to his surprise, still worked) before plugging in the memory card to be bombarded with dozens of folders filled with pictures of videos. Some unfamiliar like the ones from before the Neo Egoist League, with some familiar and even included him too.

"Ooh! Papa, it's Uncle Kaiser and Uncle Isagi!" Yves cheered, remembering the two men who would always visit you and in turn meet up with the two boys. Although, Uncle Isagi will of course, always be the favourite (he spoils the two A LOT, unlike intimidating Uncle Kaiser).

"It is."

"Is that Mama?!" Emile pointed at the picture of younger you. Noa blinked at this and nodded, pulling the two kids closer to his chest as they started to slip from sitting on each of his thighs.

"It is your mama when she was younger."

"No Yves or Emile?" The younger boy asked to which their father shook his head.

"No. This was also before me and your mama were married or even together." It has been a while since he reminisced about the past. Noa, after all, is not the type of person to dwell in the past, especially his messed-up past.

But, all his firsts and moments with you were definitely something he deemed worth looking back on, especially now that he carried in his arms the testament of how far you both truly came, asking him with innocent questions about the time where they did not exist yet.

And for once, he found a small smile appear on his face. One with satisfaction about the whole result. Because, no matter how much he tries to look at it in a logical perspective on how a family will kust hold back his already booming career, the emotions were just too strong for him to just abandon you and the kids.

And for once, Noel Noa let his emotions rule instead of cold, hard logic.

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.