#I had to yell if I didn’t I was gonna explode

[lukas-dreemurr37]

Thinking about how much I love Mettaton and just stimming with joy. I love that damn robot so much!! I could write an entire essay!! He brings me so much joy and serotonin, it’s unreal!! RAHHH!!!! I LOVE HIM!! SO MUCH!! GOD DAMN!!! He means so much to me!! I’m so normal about him (I’m not).

[yuribalisms]

I hope rats chew away at the electrical wires in all the management’s houses and cause electrical fires and they all explode

[obsesssedblerd]

oh, the idea of satoru attempting to get his hands on you numerous times throughout the day but keeps getting interrupted (bc y’know, he’s a busy sorcerer) and then finally snapping because he’s so pent up that he can’t think about anything other than fucking you makes me giggle. 

smut under the cut. MDNI. also, barely proof-read so sorry for mistakes lol.

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You squeal with excitement when you hear the door to the apartment unlock. Satoru was home. Finally, he was back after spending two weeks away on business. The moment you see just a glimpse of his white hair, you rush towards him and wrap him in a tight hug, him lowering his Infinity just in time to scoop you off of your feet. You're hit with the scent of his cologne, the feel of his soft hair underneath your fingers, and you sigh in relief. Finally.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he greets with his usual smirk as your legs wrap around his waist. “Miss me?” 

He kisses you before you can respond, so you settle for humming into his mouth. He walks you both over to the living room, gently setting you on the couch before climbing on top of you. Your hands fumble with his jacket, and he helps you out by taking it off. He breaks away from your mouth to start doting messy kisses down your neck and collarbone. “Mmm, fuck. Missed you too,” he says, his voice deep with lust. “Been wanting this for so long, baby.” 

His phone vibrates, and he ignores it, deciding to focus on pulling your shirt up instead. When it continuously vibrates with multiple calls, he sighs irritatedly and pulls it from his pocket to see Yaga’s name on the screen.  

You giggle from underneath him, pulling your shirt back down and sitting up. “I think you should get that.” 

“This isn’t over,” he promises. He gets up and answers the phone, holding it up to his ear. “This better be important. …Huh?! I just got back from a mission, what the hell do you mean the higher-ups want to talk?!” 

— — — — 

“Alright, you all. That’s it for today,” you conclude your lesson with a clap, and the second years begin to gather their things. “Geto will meet you all in the field so you can have a lesson that’s a bit more active. Have fun!” 

They all express their excitement, then make their way outside of the classroom. They pass Satoru on the way out, who had just arrived only a few minutes before the end of your lesson. “Yeah, yeah, what she said. Hey, Okkotsu!” 

“Yes?” Yuta calls back. 

“Remember to—” 

“Work on that cursed energy control. Yeah, I got it,” the boy groans. 

You shake your head with a tiny laugh as Satoru shuts the door to the classroom. “I swear, Yuta is trying his best. He’s— Whoa!” 

Your back suddenly hits the wall, and Satoru is in front of you. His blindfold is raised, and you see the utter hunger pooling in his blue eyes before he’s kissing you, similar to the way he did that morning. You moan into his mouth, and your arms come up to wrap around his neck. “Mmm, fuck. T-Toru, we’re—” 

“Shhhhh,” he hushes against your lips. “Didn’t I tell you that this wasn’t over?” His hand begins to trail further down your body, eager fingers hurriedly unbuttoning your jeans. “Just try to be as quiet as possible, baby. I’ll be quick. Gonna make you feel so good—” 

He’s cut off with a knock at the door. “Gojo, are you in here?” 

Nanami.

“Busy!” He yells, a bit on the harsher side. 

“You’re with [Y/L/N] right now. Her lesson with the second years just ended. You do know that around this time, you’re supposed to be training the first years, right?” 

Satoru looks at the clock at the wall, then winces. It’s true, but still, he desperately needed you, otherwise he thought that he’d explode. “Just tell them I’m—” 

“Can’t. They’re right here with me,” Kento says flatly. “They’ve been waiting for at least half an hour.”

You hear Yuuji’s excited voice next. “Hey, Gojo-sensei! How was your mission?!” 

“Itadori, no need to shout. Seriously, we’re all right here,” Megumi grumbles.

“I’m with Fushiguro on this one,” Nobara comments. 

Satoru groans into your shoulder, and his fist hits the wall. Unable to take his strength, it caves, leaving a nice-sized hole next to the chalkboard. You stifle a laugh. Thank goodness that this wasn’t your classroom and you were only borrowing it.

He inhales sharply, then masks his annoyance and sexual frustration with a smile. “Alright! Be out in a second!” He calls out to them.

He sees you laughing into your hand, and he leans forward to whisper in your ear, “Just wait ‘till later.”

— — — — 

‘Later’ was far later than Satoru had hoped. After training the first years, Yaga talked to him about the next exchange event and how they were behind on planning, and then he had to shadow the second years on a mission that lasted what felt like forever.

You’re back in the apartment, humming as you finish tidying up the living room. You grab the basket of laundry, sit down, and begin folding towels. It was close to eight in the evening. You’re about to grab your phone to check on Satoru when you hear the door opening. 

“Ah, there you are. I was beginning to think that I’d have to come and help out,” you say without looking up. “I mean, yeah, the curse was lower-ranked, but sometimes the second years—” You cut yourself off with a surprised scream as Satoru effortlessly hoists you with one arm, puts you over his shoulder and walks in the direction of your bedroom. Once you’re in there, he lightly tosses you on the bed, then yanks off his blindfold. His eyes are dark with a mixture of the hunger you saw earlier, and frustration.

“No more bullshit,” he says as he climbs over you, gathering your wrists and pinning them above your head. “If someone else interrupts, I might just hollow purple them.” When he kisses you, it’s far more intense than he’s ever kissed you today. His tongue explores your mouth, and you moan from the dizzying, yet pleasurable sensation. It’s not long before you’re both panting. His hands grip your shirt, and the sound of fabric tearing fills your ears. You gasp, your mouth falling open in shock when the scraps of your shirt as well as your bra are tossed aside. 

Satoru is breathing hard above you, nearly drooling as he stares at your upper body, his white hair beautifully framing his face. He dives in and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. Your back arches off of the bed when you feel his tongue swirl around the sensitive bud, and you whine his name needily. He moans, alternating between using his teeth to leave gentle love bites on your tits and using his tongue on your nipples. It’s messy, greedy, and you don’t ever want it to stop.

Finally, he kisses further down your stomach, pulling down your leggings along with your panties and tossing them to the bedroom floor. He spreads your thighs, then licks a long stripe up your pussy, a loud, shameless groan of relief escaping him when he finally tastes you. “Oh, fuck, I’ve missed you so much, baby,” he sighs, and he smiles devilishly up at you as he readjusts his hold on your thighs. “Think this pussy missed me just as much, if not more. She’s fucking soaked.” 

He only gives you a split second to take a breath to prepare yourself, then he’s devouring you as if he were poisoned and the antidote was inside of your pussy. His tongue swipes expertly across your folds, then it flicks against your clit. You bury your hands into your hair as pleasure zips through your body, the rest of the world fading away until all that’s left is you and Satoru. “Toru- Ohhhhh shit, baby. Fuck-” You gasp desperately when he gently sucks your clit into his mouth. He’s moaning loudly, drunk off of the taste of your pussy and from the feeling of you pulling his hair. 

You grind your hips against his face when you feel a knot beginning to form in your lower stomach, your breath stuttering as it tightens. You knew that this orgasm was going to blow any orgasm you gave yourself during the last two weeks while he was away on business completely out of the water. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” you manage to tell him in between pants. “Oh, god, Toru, right there, right there, right there-” You feel your body begin to clench, ready to release. 

But then, Satoru stops. 

You whine frustratedly as your orgasm fades away before you could reach it, looking down at your boyfriend in between your thighs, who’s smiling deviously. “That was for laughing at me earlier,” he says after licking the rest of your juices off of his lips. “Not so funny now, is it?””

On a normal day, you’d be stubborn and attempt to piss him off, but today was different. Your head rests on the pillow, and your chest rises and falls with every pant, groaning in defeat. “Satoru, please,” you beg, keeping your voice as low as possible so he doesn’t hear the utter desperation. 

Satoru feigns confusion, and you see the pure delight in his eyes. Little shit. “Sorry, baby, what was that?” he asks. 

“Please,” you repeat louder. “Make me cum.” 

He hums as he pulls off his shirt. “I’ll think about it.” He stands up, and you sit up to help him with his pants, eager to taste him and take his cock down your throat. You pull his underwear down, and he stops you when he catches onto what you’re doing. “Another time, baby. Right now, I just really need to fuck you.” He kisses you once, and you moan at the taste of yourself on his lips. “It’s been too long. Lay back.” 

You lie back on the mattress, and he grabs your legs to gently pull you towards the edge of the bed, then places them on his shoulders. He slides his cock in, and the both of you moan in relief. Satoru doesn’t waste any time and starts fucking you fast, which you two needed. Being separated for two weeks on top of the usual stress of missions and teaching was horrible for you both. “Ohhhh, fuck,” Satoru moans loudly, not caring if anyone else heard, his eyes practically rolling into his head from the pleasure. “Shit, baby, you feel so fucking good.” 

He slows the speed of his thrusts, but intensifies them by going harder, the salacious sounds of his hips meeting yours filling the room. Satoru looks down at you, taking in the o-shape of your mouth, your closed eyes and the way you're gripping the bedsheets as you whimper his name. He has to bite the inside of his mouth so he doesn’t cum too quickly. 

“Sat- Satoru,” you moan out deliriously as you open your eyes, gasping when his cock perfectly hits your g-spot. “Fuck, you’re- Ah- so deep.” Tears blur your vision, and your boyfriend chuckles as he leans down closer to you, his thrusts relentless. Satoru kisses your cheek, then uses a thumb to wipe away a tear. 

“Aw,” he coos condescendingly into your ear. “You cryin’?” 

Your nails drag down his back, and he reaches in between where your bodies are connected to rub gentle circles on your clit. You feel that knot begin to form again, far more intense than before since you were edged earlier. “F-Fuck, Toru, I-” You’re cut off when his mouth meets yours for another messy kiss. He continues rubbing your clit, and you whimper behind his lips. He groans when your pussy begins to tighten around his cock. You grip his shoulders to steady yourself as your breathing begins to come out in short bursts. 

“Let go, baby, it’s okay,” Satoru purrs into your ear. “Cum for me. Let me feel you.” 

Your legs tense, your toes curl, and stars fill your vision as your orgasm takes you by force. You’re screaming his name as your body trembles, and Satoru murmurs encouragement into your ear as he fucks you through it. “Thaaaat’s it, pretty girl,” you hear, then he groans, also so close to finishing, his thrusts growing sloppy. “Fuck, baby...”

Though you’re dizzy from your orgasm, you muster enough focus to kiss him. You stroke his face, lovingly run a hand through his hair, then wrap your legs around his waist to bring him in even closer, encouraging him to give everything to you. You wanted him to cum—needed him to. The kiss and the faint pulsing of your pussy pushes him over the edge, and Satoru moans loudly into your mouth as he stills, spilling his thick load deep within you and coating your walls. He cums hard, his grip on you tightening as he breathes heavily. Finally, he collapses, but is careful not to crush you with his weight. 

Both of you are silent for a moment, remaining with each other as you mellow in the aftershocks of your orgasms. “Shit,” Satoru breathes out with a small laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before. I thought I blacked out for a second.” 

You laugh with him, then press a kiss to his forehead. “Welcome home.” 

“Happy to be back. Missed you like crazy. Can’t believe I had to wait all day for that.” 

“Missed you too, and same here, but you gotta admit, it was funny.” 

Satoru tenderly smiles down at you, and your heart stutters at the sight of it. You were always weak for that specific smile. “It was, but, uh… you wanna know something else that might be funny?” 

“Hm?” 

“We broke the bed.” 

“....What?”

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a/n: I just had to add "the" line lol. I couldn't resist.

[jaredpadonlyyyy]

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• 🩶 • • • 🌙 • • • • ✨ • • • ✨ • • • • 🌙 • • • 🩶 •

Dean and Y/N had been arguing the whole car ride back to the hotel. “Oh so now I’m not good enough?!” She asked him angry as he snapped his head towards her. “I never said that.” Dean told her as she shook her head not believing his word at all. “I’m a girl so I won’t get the work done right?” She sneered at the Winchester hunter. “I never said that!” He yelled back at her taking his eyes off the road for a second to look at her. “Well, that’s how it sounded to me.” She told her as she crossed her arms across her chest. “Oh I’m sorry!” He said sarcastically to her.

Y/N scoffed as he sighed. “I’m sorry okay.” He said that time genuinely. “No, you’re not.” She told him not wanting to give in to him. “Look—.” “No!” She said. Dean groaned and pulled his impala over to the side. “What are you doing?” She asked him as he put his car in park and gets out. She watched him as he walked over to the passenger side of the car and he opened it pulling her out. “Let me go.” She tried to get his grip off of her. “Stand.” He ordered making her glare at him. “Look, I’m sorry okay? I mean it.” He said as she shakes her head. “Let’s just go.” She told him. “No! Not until you take the apology.” He said to her as she shakes her head and leaned against the hood of the impala. “We’re not leaving until you take the apology.” He told her as she looked up at the him.

“Well, then we are going to stay here all night.” She smiled up at the hunter. “Come on!” He said as he turned to look at the view from where he had parked. The place was alone. So, they had some privacy in the place. Y/N just looked at the view not saying a thing. She wanted to get on his nerves, just like he has the past week. She was done and she was really annoyed with him. Sam would say they act like a lot like a couple, more like a married couple. Y/N would throw him something as he would just laugh like it was a joke to him. He would say that the sexual tension between them was really strong and they will explode one day and they will have some most likely angry, fun, sex. Y/N scoffed at the thought she had.

She would prefer to burn in hell again. Then to ever have sex with Dean. Well, she wouldn’t admit it to her self or to anyone like ever. “So, you’re just gonna be there?” He asked her as he turned back around to her. “Well, where am I supposed to be?” She snipped at him. Y/N and Dean had been best friends since they can remember. But lately they had been going at it back and forth between arguments about her safety and what not. And it would really piss her off.

She groaned. “What do you want from me? You’re acting like I can’t take care of myself.” She told him I’m very capable, Dean!” She raised her voice at him. She was fed up with the same argument every day. Everytime they went on a hunt and she got a little hurt. She was just tired of all of it. She was done.

Dean glared into her back and stomps over to her in anger. He grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him. “I know you can, but I worry, Sammy he worries.” He said to her. Y/N angrily pushed him back into the impala slamming him against it with her arm on his neck. “Leave me—.” Before she could say anything. Dean slammed his lips against hers so she would stop talking. She didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. He grabbed her waist turning her around and slammed her against the impala making her gasp into the kiss. Y/N took his bottom lip and bites it hard making wince. Breathing heavily. Dean pulled away a few inches away from her. She was so turned on by the kiss. “Fuck me.” She whispered against his lips.

He didn’t hesitate a moment. He opened the back door of the impala pulling her inside with him as she got on top of his lap. Both hunters ripping each others clothes off flying everywhere around the car. Dean took her nipple in his mouth making her throw her head back rolling her hips wanting some kind of friction. His other hand taking in her other nipple as she moaned. Doing the same thing with the other. He lets go. He reached down rubbing softly her clothed pussy making her moan, as he moved it to the side.

Y/N reached down on him and unzipped his pants reaching inside bringing out his unbelievably hard shaft her hands pumping it making him throw his head back as his moans softly. Y/N lifted herself up as he looked into her eyes putting it in her entrance. Dean grabs her hips as she slides down. She moans as he stretched her out. Dean gripped her hips tightly as he thrusted up as she slides down. “Oh god!” She fell forward as his tip hits her G-spot. Dean holds her waist as she started moving up and down his dick.

“Fuck, you feel so tight.” Dean groaned as she started going faster. Y/N sat up straight putting her hands on his chest for support as she bounced on him at a rapid pace getting moans out of the hunter. Her moans started getting louder as she clenched around him her orgasm at bay. Dean knew he was about to cum as well as he felt his dick start to twitch “let go for me, princess, let it all go.” Was all he need to say as she gasped her breathing stopping as her eyes rolled to the back of her as she shook uncontrollably. Just watching the way she trembled on top of him, the way her walls fluttered it had triggered his own climax. “Aaargh!!” Dean gripped her hips very tightly rolling her hips making him hiss as he released his seed inside of her. Spurt after spurt as she gasped at the overstimulation he was giving her. “Dean, fuck! Dean, aah!” She digs her nails into his chest as she felt her second one coming along. She was so sensitive that she tensed as she screwed her eyes shut as she shook another orgasm overtaking her body in ways she couldn’t imagine.

She felt like she was sent to heaven. Dean lets out a loud grunt and stopped her as she flopped onto his chest breathing heavily as she felt her heart about to come out of her chest. “Argh, fuck.” Dean glowed as he lifted her up off of him as she sat on his side her eyes closed as she catches her breath from what just happened. She’s been with men before. But no one and she means no one ever came close to giving her an orgasm like he did. And not just once but twice.

She opened her eyes after a while a lazy smile on her face. “Fuck.” She said laughing as she looked over at a smiling Winchester hunter. “That was…” she didn’t know what word to use for what had just happened.

“Amazing? Heavenly?” He said laughing as they both sat there. “Yeah you could say that.” She said as she bites her lip. She looked at his softening dick and she bites her lips. He was pretty big. She could’ve felt it when he would slam into her. “Like what you see?” He asked her as she looked back to his eyes as he smirked. “Yeah, I do actually.” She said. “Would it be too much to say… I want another round?” She asked.

“Trust me sweetheart, way ahead of you.” He said as he looked down, making her look down and saw his dick getting hard again. She smiled. He grabbed her from her waist making her lay down making her giggle as he got between her legs. His hard dick thrusted into her sensitive pussy making her gasp.

It’s how they sent the reminder of two hours. Both letting out frustrations with each other.

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If you have any requests lmk. I’ll see what I can do. Since I don’t really do stuff like this. I can try. The only things I don’t do. Are daddy kinks or wincest, or age gap. But other than that feel free. If you can a castiel one. Lmk I don’t write about him but I’ll do it for you and I’ll try my very best to do it. ☺️ ps. I’m a destiel shipper but I don’t write destiel smut sorry.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Reader being anxious about JJ getting on the bike since the accident in season 3. Maybe it’s during the bike competition? He promise her he won’t do anything stupid that would get him hurt, but he’s JJ so things always turn to shit

Request: being John b's sister and dating JJ when he's doing that motocross competition. He does it to earn some money back

I have not seen season 4 yet, so I have no idea of the context of the race, so don't come yelling at me because it's not what happened in the show. I also decided to not make it go to shit, because that one accident was enough trauma

Warnings: slight ptsd, JJ making stupid jokes, mention of motocross accident (season 3),

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‘’I don’t like this...’’ 

You wrapped your arms around yourself as you stood by JJ and his bike, getting flashes of the accident and the utter distress you felt when you couldn’t find him after he fell over the overpass. You never wanted to relive that type of emotion again. 

At your reaction, JJ grabbed your arms, his voice dropping to a soothing tone. ‘’I know you're worried for me, but I need to do this. If I win, I’ll get a lot of money…and make up for spending most of the gold money on my old house,’’ he explained, trying to calm your worries. His eyes shifted to Pope and the others. ‘’No one’s gonna be mad at me anymore.’’

You understood his reason for signing up for the competition, but you couldn’t support it. There had to be something else he could do. Not a fucking motocross competition. Anything but that.

‘’I’m gonna be fine,’’ he added, lifting your chin and looking into your eyes. ‘’This is just a race in the sand, not a police chase.’’ 

That earned him a glare. 

‘’JJ, the last time I saw you on a bike—’’  Your voice faltered, the knot in your stomach tightening painfully.

Realizing his joke fell flat, JJ pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close. His hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, trying to calm you down. Sometimes he wanted to smack himself for saying stupid things…

The crash haunted him too, no question about it. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a surge of panic when he lost control of the bike and tumbled down the overpass. But it was different for you — you had watched it happen from Topper’s truck, helpless as he fell. You and Sarah screamed for him, only to receive no answers. You thought he had died from the crash. 

Too soon to your liking, a loud noise echoed over the speakers, calling all racers to the starting line. You reluctantly pulled away from JJ and walked off with Kiara, linking her arms with yours in silent support.

You went up the stands to find seats, taking the spot beside your brother. You gripped the edge of the seat as you glanced at the racetrack, then the starting line where JJ sat on his bike, revving up with the others. You’ve been trying to prepare yourself mentally for weeks, but you don’t think you’ll ever be ready to see the boy you loved getting back on a bike that almost took his life.

‘’Don’t worry, he’s got this,’’ John B. said, wrapping an arm around you. He smiled, but you could see the flicker of concern in his eyes too. You all knew what happened last time, even if no one was saying it out loud. ‘’And he’s got protective gear this time.’’

Injuries can still happen with protective gear. You’ve read about it online. 

You could barely breathe as the starter raised the flag, and the crowd fell into an anticipatory hush. JJ pulled down the visor of his helmet, a familiar cocky smile tugging at his lips, then the flag dropped.

The race exploded into motion. The bikes shot off, kicking up a massive cloud of dust. The roar of engines filled your ears, drowning out everything else. Your heart raced faster than the bikes on the track as you gripped the bench beneath you, your knuckles going white.

Kiara followed JJ with her eyes, her voice loud enough to cut through the noise. "He's in third already!" she shouted, trying to add some enthusiasm.

''Come on, JJ,'' Pope added, looking almost just as nervous as you. 

Your eyes stayed glued to JJ, weaving between riders as the pack hurtled toward the first turn. Every bump, every jump had you holding your breath, afraid that any second things could go wrong.

It was impossible not to relive the accident in your mind — the way he flew over the edge, the bike spinning out of control. But this time, you tried to push those images aside, focusing on the present, on him. You needed to believe he could make it through.

The first turn came up fast, the riders leaning hard into it, and your heart lurched as JJ took the inside path, overtaking the guy in second place. The crowd roared, and for a moment, the adrenaline made you forget your worry, just watching him race.

Although this bike brought back bad memories, it held good ones too. All the times you’ve sat behind JJ and held onto his waist as he sped through the streets of Kildare…and the muddy shortcuts. When he tried to teach you how to drive it, but you ended up making out while you were sitting on the bike instead. John B. would kill him if he knew. 

By the third lap, JJ was neck-and-neck with the leader. The crowd around you was on their feet, yelling and cheering, but all you could focus on was JJ, pushing his bike harder, faster, determined to take first place. 

‘’Oh my god, he’s in first!’’ Sarah shouted as he took a turn for the final lap, getting caught up in the excitement. ‘’Come on, JJ! One more lap!’’ 

Your pulse hammered in your ears as he flew toward the line. The guy on the blue bike was trying to go past JJ, the bikes barely separated by inches, but JJ was still leading. 

And then, in a flash, it was over.

JJ crossed the line, just a split second ahead.

Around you, everyone was jumping and cheering while you stood there. A mix of excitement, relief and joy washed through you, together a strange and confusing cocktail. Kiara wrapped her arms around you, a wide grin on his face, and everyone else joined, celebrating JJ’s big win. All the anxiety and fear suddenly melted away, replaced by pure excitement. Your hands were shaking but your heart was pounding with adrenaline and happiness. 

As soon as you could, you all made your way down the stand, wanting to congratulate JJ. You pushed your way through the throngs of people until you finally caught sight of him. He was still in his racing gear, including the helmet, but he had taken the visor off, and you could see his face glistened with sweat. 

You ran toward him, a wide grin on your face, but before you could say anything, he saw you and pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you off the ground. 

''I told you I would win,'' he said, mirroring your grin. 

You squealed in surprise as your feet left the ground, holding onto him tightly. The familiar scent of sweat, adrenaline, and just a hint of motor oil filled your nostrils, evoking a mix of feelings. You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

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you fixed it

୨୧ jinx x soft!reader

୨୧ summary: jinx fixes up your childhood stuffed animal

୨୧ word count: 1.3k

୭ ୨♡୧ ৎ

A few days ago, Jinx and you had been ambushed by a group of enforcers. They had been tracking your whereabouts for months and had finally planned an attack. They came into Jinx’s base with their guns a-blaze, very on brand for them at this point. Knowing that you weren’t exactly the most agile or even much of the fighting type, she dashed down and grabbed you quickly, dashing back out through a side vent. She held you close to her in the vent for a few minutes until the shooting ceased. You felt your heart beating through your chest. Usually, you were the type to stay out of danger. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to be in the action but because Jinx was very protective over you and also because you didn’t have much muscle in general. You were weaker, sensitive, and Jinx knew this well. She vowed to protect you since the day she first met you. 

Jinx met you in the streets of Zaun at a younger age. She was around fourteen and had just been taken in by Silco a couple years prior. She saw a few older boys beating you up in one of the back alleyways. She didn’t know you, but she saw herself in you at that moment and had to save you. You saw a weirdly-assembled tin can? No, it must have been a bomb. It rolled towards you. It had eyes and whiskers drawn on it with purple and blue ink. Smoke came off from the bomb before exploding. The boys screamed and tried to run away, a couple getting caught in the blast. You were far enough away from the blast that you only had a few scratches and dust marks, aside from the bloody nose the group had already left you. A shadow came out from amongst the smoke. It was a girl with mid-length, blue hair. She had a wide-grin on her face and manic, wide eyes.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here, buttercup,” she said softly, her rasp not yet reaching its full potential. She reached her arm out to help you up, which you gladly accepted. She then took you back to Silco and had you cleaned up. You had been by her side ever since. 

Jinx looked down at you as she held you in her arms. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” She asked frantically as she lifted up your arms, checking for wounds.

“I’m okay, baby. I’m okay.” 

“Okay,” she breathed out heavily, holding your face in her hands. “That’s it. I’m gonna show those Piltie goons a lesson, once and for all.” Jinx took a sharp breath before yelling, “They don’t touch you. No one touches you!” 

You grabbed for her hand, stopping her from leaving the vent. “Baby! I’m okay! Please don’t go.”

The melancholy, yearning voice that escaped from the back of your throat made Jinx stop in her tracks. Her eyes widened as she turned around. “Alright… Okay.” Her voice fell quieter as she cuddled back up with you. She then looked down into your lap to see the faint remnants of what was your childhood stuffed animal. “Oh no,” Jinx spoke softly. “Your little cat.”

You looked down into your lap to see it. You were holding it when the enforcers had come in. The head was disheveled and barely hanging on to its body. An eye was torn out and the stitching was pulled open. Stuffing enveloped the metal floor that you two sat on. 

“Shit,” you muttered with an awkward laugh. “I guess little Cosmo didn’t make it out with us.” 

“Is that what its name was? I suppose you never did tell me,” she laughed awkwardly with you. 

“Yeah,” you replied, wiping a tear shed from the recent event. “My [mom/dad/sibling] named him.”

“Right…” Jinx bit her lip, unsure of how to make this situation better. 

The two of you eventually made it out of the vent once the coast was clear. Jinx watched as you had a harder time sleeping at night without your stuffed cat. You tossed and turned each night. She couldn’t stand seeing you like this. She knew how important it was to you.

One day while you were picking up a small shipment for Silco, Jinx decided to pick up the damaged stuffed toy from its new place underneath your bed. She placed it on her workbench and got to work. She tried her best to redo the torn stitches, occasionally placing a patch or two of new material to cover up parts that were otherwise far from repair. It had a new button to replace the missing eye. Now it had two different colored buttons: one blue and one black. Jinx was proud of herself. Cosmo was far from perfect, however, he now resembled Jinx’s own stuffed rabbit and that brought joy to her. The two looked like the perfect pair when she sat them together on your guys’ shared bed. 

You returned home to see Jinx sitting at her desk, pretending to look busy at work. She swung her legs back and forth like a little kid. You threw your leather backpack to the floor and made your way over to her. Your hands were now on her shoulders, giving her a light massage.

“Hi, baby,” you said softly, kissing her neck chastely.

“Mmm,” she cooed, “I have a surprise for youuuu.”

You spun her around to face you. “And what would that be?”

Jinx bounced away from her desk and retrieved the stuffed animal from the bed, hiding it behind her back as she made her way back over to you. You had never seen her look so giddy. It made you happy, really happy. Seeing her looking so cheery and innocent made you think of all the times that she didn’t feel like this. Because when she didn’t feel like this, she could be a wreck: a ball of emotions on the floor, full of nerves. You didn’t like seeing her suffer like that. Today, however, was apparently a good day. You loved when she’d have her good days.

“What’re you hiding?” You said with a laugh, tickling her sides to get her to reveal this very secret gift. 

“Okay, okay!” Jinx called out with a giggle. “Here, I thought you missed him… I wanted to bring him back to you.” She held Cosmo out in front of her with both arms. He was being delicately clasped from underneath his arms like a new doll. You took notice of how gently she held him in comparison to her normal rough personality. 

“You… fixed him?” You asked, voice thick with emotion, grabbing Cosmo and holding him in your arms as tight as possible. 

“Yeah, it was something I could fix,” she replied softly with a smile. 

You jumped forward and hugged her as tight as you did the stuffed animal. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” you mumbled like a mantra.

Jinx played with your hair as you hugged her, unsure of what else to do. She loved being touchy, but hugs specifically seemed to evade her. She never knew where to put her hands or how tight she was supposed to hug someone. Nevertheless, she tried, raising her free hand up to rub your back. “You don’t need to thank me, buttercup,” she replied, shocked at your thankfulness. 

You nuzzled into her neck, still holding on to Cosmo. “Thank you, Jinx.” 

She softened after hearing you say her name. Usually, you used nicknames with each other, but hearing someone call her ‘Jinx’ instead of ‘Powder’ for once made her feel safe and loved by you. You would always be her number one cheerleader, and she knew it, but she never would know quite why you chose her. 

[mayon3sa]

🗯️700 Days of you

SYNOPSIS: Part 2 for the infamous Bakugou texts

DISCLAIMER: Guys English isn't really my first language, though i understand it well i had my friend read over and give me feedback on what i should've changed and added I'm sorry if this is a let down but i tried really hard, i hope you guys enjoy any feedback is greatly appreciated, also I'm so sorry it took almost a week i kept scraping so many ideas sorry , ending was kinda rushed as well sorryyyy :((( <3

You've known Bakugou Katsuki for roughly 700 days, which is since you were 14. It's not like you knew him well, you just always saw him around your middle school, neighborhood, and at your parents' jobs. The first time you caught a glimpse of Bakugo was on the first day of middle school, the same year you would be leaving for high school. There wasn't anything special about that day, but what made you cherish that day was that he looked back at you as well.

The very first time you got to catch a glimpse of who Bakugou was as a person was through a school project. There aren't enough words in any dictionary to express your gratitude towards Aizawa for pairing you guys together. That day, you managed to get his number and meet up with him at a cafe. Looking back at that memory, you start to cry, not from sadness but embarrassment.

"Hey Bakugou, over here, I got some food for us," were the first words you had spoken to him directly. It seemed foolish to think about his response; would it be "Thank you so much, I love you, let's get married"? Not really. Maybe you had started reading too many romance mangas with Sero. "I don’t like anything that’s not spicy," he said bluntly, getting straight to the point. You would be lying if you said you weren't feeling as if he would explode any second.

"Oh, well, I can always ask for something else."

"There’s no need for that, let's just get started with the project."

"Oh, right. So, I was thinking..." As the afternoon soon turned into nighttime, you both had a pretty decent outline. Bakugou wasn’t bad, at least you didn’t think so. He was the type of person to get straight to the point of whatever he needed to communicate. Although he had trouble wrapping his head around the idea of teamwork, he was still there with you, giving you his views on your research and fixing the paper you had made.

When the night approached, you had both parted ways. That day, you could proudly say that Bakugou wasn’t as entitled as everyone made him out to be; he was smart. It came as a shock to you - getting used to his yelling was hard, but seeing him care for a school project and be somewhat smarter than you was even more surprising.

The second time you caught a glimpse of Bakugou was when you were at work. Not that you wished to be a stalker, but that's what it seemed like at the moment. As he walked through the door, both of you were stunned to see each other. Although you wished you could crawl into a hole and die in that moment, you still had to stay professional.

"Hello, welcome to Mitsumu’s Fashion headquarters. What can I help you with today?" This was the most embarrassing moment in your life. He just stood there staring at you before he spoke up, "Yeah, I’m just gonna go to my mom’s office. She told me to stop by to help her with a photoshoot." "Oh yeah. I’m supposed to be there. We can start the shoot in a few minutes. Just waiting for the next receptionist to clock in."

20 minutes went by, along with 20 minutes of your anxiety catching up to you, fearing what was to come. The shoot went by pretty smoothly in your opinion. Well, at least Bakugou posing in different outfits went well. The only thing that went south was when the other crew members whispered about you. It was as if you weren’t there.

‘She’s such a screw-up, why can’t they just fire her already i’m getting kind of annoyed having her around’ was a sentence that caught you in a trance, amongst the ‘ugh not her’ and the ‘she’s so weird’ hearing that sentence was enough to make you stop dead in your tracks. 

Words hurt. They seemed to cut deeper with every passing day at work. But then you realized that perhaps not all words hurt equally. It was Bakugou who made you believe in that last sentence.

“You two over there near the lights, you’re not discreet at hiding your gossip, instead of focusing on a teenager at your grown age you should maybe focus on doing your job, see that light over there go fix it. It’s your job. She’s doing hers quite fine, Such shame the person you seem to talk about put you both in shame”

He looked at you, and you looked at him. In that moment you knew that deep down the angry Katsuki Bakugou everyone was so afraid of was a mask to hide how he felt. You realized at that moment that Bakugou wasn’t a bad person at all, he just had issues, just like everyone else, And part of you understood that it was okay that he did that. Because by the end of that day, you could say, Katsuki Bakugou was a kind person.

In your eyes, Katuski was the kindest person you could think of if you get to know him that is, and although kind isn’t a word people use when describing him, It was what you thought of him, and you certainly loved viewing him as such.

Katsuki Bakugou, who stayed sleepless nights with you in a cafe reading romance novels and hearing you rant about your favorite character

Katsuki Bakugou, who always glanced at you when sparring because you would cough more normally than what your drawbacks usually are

Katsuki Bakugou, who when you have no money pays for your food and orders more to disguise it as an eating competition saying he would win and ends up giving you his food because he claimed he didn’t like it, even though it’s his favorite

Katsuki Bakugou, Who hated physical touch but would let you cling to him whenever you got excited, scared, or sometimes needed a shoulder to cry on

Katsuki Bakugou, Who isn’t good at comforting people but tries to show support in different ways and when he’s cornered for being soft will always reply with ‘I’m just telling the truth’

That was the Bakugou you knew, or at least you thought you did. But you couldn’t recognize who stood in front of you.

Bakugo Katsuki, who now stood in front of you saying words you wish you could cancel out “We were never friends, I only let you stick around out of pity”. Maybe this was the kind of person you tried seeing in someone. But not everything goes how we want it to go, do we? In the end, it was you seeking comfort in someone else when they probably didn’t want you around.

Maybe 700 days of thinking you knew Bakugou were probably reduced to 1, the one being today. You had concluded the person you once thought was kind was just a character you decided to make in your head.

“What’s up with you, you looked like you got run over” How you wish you could smack your best friend right now, “Shindo you think you’re so funny, could you at least pretend to care, you assface” Yo Shindo, the only person you could say has seen through you, not just physically but emotionally as well.

Shindo just never seemed to leave you alone, having met you at recess one random day in kindergarten. He had spotted you and just followed you around wherever you went. You hit him multiple times with rocks hoping he would leave you alone “You can’t keep hitting me with rocks that’s mean, and I’m older than you” were the first words he had told you.

“I don’t care if you’re older just leave me alone” “No” “ Why not” “Because” “Because?” “Just Because” From that day on Yo Shindo followed you everywhere and you listened to whatever he had to say. At this moment, you wish you had thrown a tree trunk at him when you were younger.

“Get up let’s go get ice cream, you’re even making ME depressed, I don’t know what happened at UA, you don’t have to talk about it just come with me to get ice cream”

“How did you get in my house in the first place”

“I broke in”

“You’re lying, no you didn’t Yo”

“I’m kidding your mom let me in”

Hanging out with Shindo was always a way to decompress however you felt in situations. Being separated from Shindo at the start of High School was always hard to get used to. Not having him come visit you during lunch always felt so strange to you, half of your life seeing him come to your door with two bento boxes just disappear into thin air, leaving you lonely almost every day.

“Shindo is there any way I could transfer to Shiketsu” 

“Not that I know of, why?”

“At school, there was this guy I started getting close with, I liked him a lot. Maybe as friends, as more, I can't tell my feelings apart but I know one thing. We started getting closer and getting to know each other, I thought he was a great guy, he would do things that just made me feel loved, not necessarily romantically loved but I felt seen with him”

“It was that comfortable feeling I get when I'm with you. If that makes sense, I thought he felt the same way since he also opened up to me. He texted me yesterday saying he didn’t want to be friends with me anymore, I thought it was a joke Shindo, i even went to the company to look for answers, I found him in the middle of a shoot and I was hoping he would tell me  it was a joke but in the end, he told me‘ We were never friends, I only let you stick around out of pity’.” That sentence alone was enough to let Shindo know how you were feeling and as if on instinct he was quick to hold you against his chest as you explained how you felt

“It’s stupid to think he would feel something about me, I feel stupid Shindo I loved him a lot. Whenever I was with him I felt seen, those moments with him made me feel that someone other than you loved me, I feel so stupid, I’m so stupid to think that the boy I fell in love with never existed, it was all just what I wanted to believe Shindo”

“He never cared for me”

It had been weeks since you told Shindo about what happened. Things weren't going great, but they had taken a turn for the better. After school, Shindo would pick you up and bring snacks. Sometimes, he would take you to the library after school.

Your occasional hangouts became more frequent, and Shindo started dropping you off at school in the mornings in addition to picking you up. You began to notice a positive change in yourself, and you were proud to say that you were feeling a lot better. You weren't the only one who noticed this shift; your classmates noticed it too.

"Y/N, you seem happier, especially since that guy started dropping you off and picking you up. Are you guys dating?" Mina was quick to ask you as you showed up to class one day.

"You mean Shindo? Oh, we’re just childhood friends. He started helping me train and with my school work," you replied.

"You guys are always together. It’s almost impossible to hang out without you having plans with him," Midoriya added.

"Sorry, guys. We’ve just been catching up," you tried to clear up any rumors that might have caused any miscommunication.

Everyone had their eyes on you, watching as you spoke so highly about your 'best friend'. Especially Katsuki; he watched as you smiled, recalling all of your memories with him.

It left a sour taste in his mouth watching as you talked highly about someone else. He was never one to express his emotions well, but with you, it felt easy to try and express how he felt. He knew from the moment he stayed up with you in a library reading ‘A Silent Voice’ that he was developing feelings for you.

He was never one to indulge in emotions, but having those deep talks with you every night made him feel dumb for trying to deny his feelings.

He never confronted his emotions straight away, no matter how much Katsuki tried to adjust; he just couldn’t accept the fact that he was growing in love with you. 'Falling in love' seemed like a terrible way to describe their way of loving someone else. But again, who is he to construe about love?

Not that he purposely wished for it to be that way. Katsuki wanted nothing more than to have done things differently back then.

As time passed, he couldn't get the image of you crying out of his mind. It pained him to see you that way. It wasn't just because he liked you, but also because he knew he was the cause of your sadness. The guilt consumed him, and the thought of you moving on only added to his pain. He couldn't help but feel like a fool for what he had done to you.

Katsuki was familiar with you. He knew about your favorite romance manga, your parents' connection to his, your love for fashion, your passion for romantic comedies, your favorite subject, and your usual order at the café where you both spent countless nights. He knew you well.

Katsuki knew all your fears - spiders, carnivals, clowns, open spaces, failure, and his mom when she yelled at your co-workers. He noticed all your symptoms and sometimes felt like both of your hearts were connected. He felt crazy saying it out loud, but those moments when you both trained together, you suddenly felt everything he could think of - dizziness, nausea, chest pain, shaking, and trembling. One thing that always stuck with him was whenever you felt anxious, you would bite your fingernails. Once, he took your hands and tried to stop you from doing that, and he noticed how quickly your heartbeat calmed down and started matching his instead.

"If anyone asked him why he was so in tune with knowing you on a general level, he would say out of courtesy. But if he was asked on a deeper level, he would say his heart was calm whenever you were with him, and he yearned for that feeling and you."

He always heard from his mom that love is the most powerful thing someone can experience, in friendships, relationships, or just emotional connections with someone. He believed the majority of what his mom claimed with thoughts of his own. Love is strong, but is it strong enough to make a person?

Certainly not he thought to himself as he watched you and Shindo laugh and push each other at the carnival.

He was tired of pretending he didn’t love you, but he was also tired of not knowing how to talk to you after developing feelings for you. He messed things up, and he knows it. 

It hurts to be something he so desperately wish he wasn’t, a uncommunicative person, but it hurts more than anything being nothing without you

You were gone, no one knew where you had gone they just knew you weren’t at your dorm

The only things left behind were boxes of letters and a blanket he had got you when you were sick. Everyone was distressed, teachers all around the dorms most reassuring students others talking with Nezu on finding out where you were

And all katsuki could do was hope he wouldn’t rip the letter you had wrote to him through his tears and frustration from how tight he held the letter to his heart, hoping some way you could feel how his heart was beating and in hopes of you coming back

Katsuki

Tho the smartest yet dumbest person i know,

If you’re reading this it probably means i left, well kidnapped in other terms, i’ve known for a while i would be taken, i had a gut feeling about this a long time ago so just in case i die, or don’t make it back alive i wanted to write something for you.

There’s so many things i wish i would’ve told you before i left, but sometimes not everything goes the way we wish for them to go, I Know you Bakugou, you’re probably mad i left, or you’re probably pretending to not care, maybe even wondering where i am, if you still care that is, you’ve always been the type of person to think about things too often.

That’s not the real reason i’m writing this letter for you, there’s so much i want to say but i’m afraid there won’t be enough time to do so, so i’ll say it in this letter

Katsuki Bakugou, I am in love with you, i have been from the 700 days of knowing you, but words aren’t  enough to describe how i feel, i left a box under your bed, every reason why i fell in love with you is written in all of them. If i do end up being alive i want to say it to your face

But if i am dead, i want you to know you’re the first person i’ve ever truly loved in this life and hopefully i can love you the same way in my next one

And with that i ask one last thing from you, you’re a person who hates changes but please, if anything does end up going wrong i want you to pursue your dreams for bring number one, i’ll always be cheering you on

So for now this is my last goodbye Katsuki, Thank you for making me feel so at home, i still

think about what happened between us everyday but i hope the best for you in life, even if i’m not there

I love you, thank you for being my friend

Y/N

You were such a dumbass. How could he not love you, when you constantly ran through his mind, he tried to keep his emotions in touch but just as he opened the box you left him he was met with notes and items that reminded him of you. What hurt him even more was reading through all the notes you had wrote for him

One particular note had shifted his emotions complete

‘Hey katsuki, remember that time i kept freaking out over my school grades and you comforted me saying it would all be okay? I still think about that moment and how you held me close to your chest and we layed in bed, in that moment when i looked up at you i saw the reflection of my LED lights in your face and all i could think about was you, i wanted to kiss at that moment from how pretty your eyes looked’

In that moment Bakugo Katsuki knew that what he felt for you wasn’t some simple puppy crush, he craved you he knew that whatever he tried convincing himself wasn’t true at the moment

Not when he was clutching your hairpins and notes close to his chest wishing the burning sensation in his heart would stop

Weeks had gone by, You had been found by the pro heroes and all he could think about was how he wishes he was the one saving you instead. But atlas he was glad you were safe

When he had gotten word you were found but your condition was critical he wanted nothing more than to just run out of the dorms and find you, but he knew he would’ve been stopped by the teacher. So he waited, he visited the hospital you were staying at everyday, constantly asking when they would be taking visitors 

Everyday he was met with the same answer ‘no’ ‘not yet we’ll let you know when she’s ready’. It was killing him not knowing whether he would get the chance to clear up his mistakes and confess to you.

But all of those thoughts suddenly vanished as he waited for the nurses to let him in

You had no memory whatsoever on when you had been rescued, according to the nurses you had woken up 6 days after being rescued by the heroes, and according to one of the nurses there was a boy who constantly kept looking for you, surely it was Shindo, the nurses had said they would bring him to your room

Shock wasn’t enough to describe how you were feeling at the moment, Staring at the guy you least expected in front of you was surely not on your bucket list at all, you were going to speak first until he beat you to it

“I have a lot to say to you so just listen to what i have to say first”

“Back then, i didn’t really know how to deal with the sudden shift in my heart, watching you smile and do things we would normally do, felt so different one random day, I don’t know when it started but watching the way your eyes would shine made my heart tighten, i knew that whatever was happening to my emotions wouldn’t go well on my part”

“So i distanced myself, i never meant any of the words i said at all, i was a asshole for saying that to you, i’m not expecting forgiveness straight away, but watching you get so close to someone else made me feel uneasy, not in a possessive way, but in a way that makes me remember everything you were doing with him you had done all of that with me”

“And when i realized my feelings and had everything sorted out, i was waiting to confront you but i waited too long and you had been kidnapped, When i read your letter i knew that if i were to get you back i would tell you as soon as i could, i didn’t wanna risk you leaving without hearing what i have to say”

“I’m in love with you, I grew in love with you and your stupid smile, your stupid rants, I love you like i’ve never loved anyone before. You’re the only person that has made me smile and I yearn for that feeling and I crave you most importantly. Before i met you i didn’t understand the true meaning of what love is but being with you made me realize it’s okay to not have everything figured out and just enjoy the present” he had finished off

“You’re an asshole”

“I know that”

“You made me cry”

“I know that”

“But at the end of the day it’s you i would rather spend all the time with arguing and clearing every mistake with katsuki, I love you and i hope we can both learn more about each other”

Though he didn’t kiss you in that moment he did pull you in a hug that warms your heart. Every day you’re thankful you got to know Katsuki 700 days of knowing him made your heart warm at the thought of getting to say you had feelings for Katsuki. Things would certainly be tough from that moment on but if it was with Katsuki it was definitely worth it in your eyes.

A/N: That letter part was heavily ib the galaxy is endless on ao3 ugh i love it sm

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[insomniadreamzz]

Can I please make a request for Jinx x fem reader.

I was thinking reader has really really dry skin, and forgets to use moisturizer. Maybe one day Jinx sees readers cracking bleeding hands and freaks out! Could it please end with soft Jinx rubbing in moisturizer to readers hands.

Thank you!

I care for you

Jinx x Fem!Reader

The cold weather made your skin feel all itchy since you had naturally a very dry skin, making you have a hard time during winter. Usually you knew about this issue but these days you were way too busy to care for yourself.

You were busy going on missions, helping Jinx out whenever she needed something but you didn’t get a lot of time to talk to her since she was busy herself. You missed having time only for you two without being stressed.

The blue haired girl entered her hideout after a long, stressful day. Her pink eyes scanning the area, searching for you. When her eyes looked at the floor, she saw little drops of blood on it, causing her to freak out immediately.

What if something happened to you? What if you are hurt? It’s her fault she left you alone. All of those thoughts made her nearly panic but she tried her best to not lose herself completely. You needed to be somewhere in here and you might needed her help.

Jinx shouted your name, trying to get your attention and she got greeted by you looking like you just napped, which you did. „Why are you yelling??…“ You asked her as you rub your eyes, her being too focused on being happy to see you are fine so she didn’t notice your hands, rushing over to you and hugged you so tightly you nearly fell down. „I am so glad! I-I saw blood, I thought you are injured…I thought something bad happened to you. I am never gonna leave you alone again!“ She cried in your arms, even though she had no reason to feel worried you got badly injured, you knew she thought you were nearly dead but then she pulled back to take a better look at you, her eyes scanning your body for possible injuries.

„Jinx…I am fine please. I just napped.“ You said with a little soft groan. She only stopped once she took your hands in hers, you were surprised yourself, you didn’t realise the skin on your hands were cracking and bleeding. „Y-You are bleeding! Why are you lying to me?!“ She began to panic again, her hands gently holding yours as she took a better look at them, then she looked up into your eyes again. You couldn’t tell if she was sad or just really mad at this point. Probably both.

„You shouldn’t lie to me! I thought you love me…why did you lie to me? You’re just like everyone else aren’t you??“ Her voice cracked and her body was shaking. You still were a little overwhelmed by her reaction, sometimes you just forgot how mentally unstable your girlfriend was and that every tiny thing could make her explode into a anxious mess.

„But-…Jinx I was sleeping. I am confused as well.“ You really didn’t notice your skin was already cracking on your hands, you just kept doing your work and maybe you also overworked yourself and just fell asleep without noticing anything on your hands.

She looks at you and within seconds she slapped across your face, leaving a red mark on your cheek. „Liar!“ She was still stuck in her own mind, the voices in her head getting louder as she fell on her knees and holding her head, driving totally away as she grumbled, talking to the voices in her head. You kneeled down in front of her, Jinx shifting away from you. „Hey…why would I lie to my love? You know I would never. I promised you.“ You said with a soft voice, trying to calm her down. Your heart broke seeing her cry and struggle about something you didn’t even notice. She was breathing heavily as she looked at you but you knew she was still stuck, struggling with herself.

„You know I do have naturally a very dry skin don’t you? I told you once. This cold weather makes it worse and…I didn’t put moisturiser on my hands like I should and that causes them to crack and it can get so bad that they start bleeding on some places. No one hurt me. I am fine.“ You tried to explain to her as you looked straight into her eyes. Your words sounding serious and she slowly started to come back to you to reality, her breathing getting slower and steadier.

„I love you. I would never betray you.“ You said before taking the chance to place a kiss on her lips, the voices in her head fading as she felt your lips on hers and she finally relaxed. Jinx went back to reality and she kissed you back.

„Why…why didn’t you take care of yourself?“ She mumbled before getting up. „Stay where you are.“ She said and in a few seconds she got back to you with moisturiser you usually used and gently rubbed it on your hands. Her touch was so gentle like being scared to crush your hands, it was so cute you couldn’t help but smile at her, watching her being very focused on helping you.

„If you don’t take care of yourself…I will take care of you.“ And she meant it. From now on she won’t miss a day to remind you of using your moisturiser on your hands so you won’t get hurt again.

She will always take care of you just like you take care of her.

[beuxwhoyouare]

Escaping Holiday Responsibilities

You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and all the boys. And who can forget about singing Hanerot Halalu after lighting the menorah. There’s symbols and entities representing all of the holidays. But outside of the season we enjoy our peace and quiet. Sometimes though a season is so rough you can’t really blame an entity for wanting to get away.

I may or may not be Santa Claus. I’d say the best perk about the gig is that when the time comes you’re almost guided to your successor who then dons the classic look. So it’s a give and take. I mean having the power to fulfill lists of gifts you desire is great, but acquiring the look of a tubby bearded old man isn’t all that. The coolest thing though is you may not know it, but just because you don’t write a list doesn’t mean you don’t have holiday desires. I can still deliver gifts based on the list you make in your hearts. Cute as hell right? I’m basically a mind reader!

Before all this Claus business, I was unemployed and recently divorced when I received the call to step into the good ol boots. So a gig is a gig. I took it and ran, but that was like 30 years ago. So now once I retire I’m actually gonna look old and ragged.

So there I was last night delivering gifts at this random place in Chicago. Doing my best to stay quiet, delivering gifts as low key as possible when CRAAAAAACK! I stepped on a large glass ornament I somehow missed. I thought I was in the clear after no one came to check what happened and as I headed on my way out a baseball bat swung at my head.

I took the hit like a champ but when I turned around to see I saw a man standing there in black sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt with the bat ready to swing again.

“Ho ho hey hey wait. I’m literally Santa.” I whisper yelled while showing snowy crystals come out of my glove.

Right as he began to swing again I pulled more tricks out of my hat.

“I know your name is Russell O’Connor. You got a gunmetal tricycle as a 4 year old because you thought the red ones the store had were tacky and wanted to look tough!”

That’s when he stopped mid-swing.

“How-how did you know that pervert? Have you been watching me for years?”

I began to hear his inner list….a young man now in his mid-20s regretting his life decisions to get a girl knocked up as a teen? Interesting. He desires to get away from the so-called mess he made.

“I can offer you a way out of the mess you made. If that’s what your true hearts wish is this Christmas?!” I pleaded to not be beaten once again.

“How do you know what I want freak?”

“Bro I’m Santa, I know when you’ve been like bad or good and whatever. Listen do you want to get away from the mess you made or what?”

“Yes okay but like how are you going to do it? You’re not going to kill me or anything?”

“Honestly no one’s really ever wished for this so I gotta be able to do it somehow. That’s the Santa magic!”

“Okay let’s go for it. Do it! Get me out of here!”

I closed my eyes and rubbed my gloved hands together and then pulled them apart. As I pulled them apart a spark started forming but I wasn’t sure what to do with it. I tried to hold it steady but before I knew it, the spark grew too wild to control. The energy then turned white and exploded.

There was a ringing and we both yelled but then black.

When I woke up I found myself pushing up from a bed? That’s weird I don’t remember finishing all my deliveries. I reached up to scratch my beard but instead of my long luscious white beard a more close shaved beard grazed my hand. Wait where are my gloves? And my beard?

I looked down at the bed I didn’t recognize before looking back up to walk over to a nearby restroom with the night light on. The dim glow painted a picture I couldn’t believe. Surely I’m dreaming?

I fumbled around the foreign room before locating the light switch, only to have the bright lights confirm what I was seeing. I raised both arms and posed….

“No fucking way!?” The cursing surprised me, being a Claus the job prevents your mouth from ever even forming a curse word.

I’m Russell? But the Santa step down process just returns you to your normal self not swaps you with someone? How did this? Could my desires have matched with his conflicting my magics intent?

I lifted the shirt barely hiding anything of my new body I now resided in. Woah…I wasn’t much of a gym person in my former life but maybe there’s reason to be. I mean look at this beef? I reached my muscular hand up to my new proud chest and squeezed. Ahhh grazing my new nipple I revealed a new found sensitivity I never previously had. Looks like that’s going to be fun, I nearly salivated.

I can do adult things again and live a life again! No more having to spend months working to achieve someone else’s dreams. Or maybe I’ll fulfill other dirtiest dreams. I mean this body should go to work somehow.

I’m sure OnlyFans would love to see how thick I am everywhere. It’s time to be a family man settle down the right way and make a good living by selling the best gift I’ve ever given myself.

My new tool hardening nearly pulling down my sweatpants waistband itself. I grabbed it before taking a peak at my new equipment. Ohhhhh looks like I’ll still be delivering gifts to quite a few people in different ways with this beer can.

[imedited]

First Free Use with Dabi

cw! Fem pov, blood, size kink, free use, dead dove do not eat

“Fuck, you’re a virgin? That’s hot.” He said in an amused tone as he plays with your clit, his tongue probing into your clit as his fingers pump slowly inside you, stretching you to get ready for him.

Dabi was a big man, literally big, standing over 6 feet tall with his muscular body, his large biceps that could easily headlock you, his firm but soft pecs , his rock hard abs and of course, his girthy large cock that looks almost as big as your arm.

You blushed in embarrassment as you nodded shyly to which he responded with a mischievous chuckle before adding another finger inside you as he picked up pace and started pumping faster and harder, his palm hitting your clit hard as your back arched and your fingers raking over the bedsheets while letting out soft moans and whimpers.

When he was finally satisfied, he finally sat up before crawling on top of you. “Ready for me,baby?”

He said, but without waiting for you to even answer, he leaned in to plunge himself inside you,only to stop half way. You could feel the pain of your cunt being forcefully stretched out, you whimpered and bit your lower lip, trying to suppress any noise that could displease him.

Dabi laughed as he used his fingers to stretch your folds, seeing blood trickle out of your hole as he pulled out momentarily. “Shit, you really aren’t lying. You’re tight as fuck.”

“But we’ll take care of that, just stay quiet and let daddy do his job,yeah?” Dabi whispered to your ear as he playfully bit your earlobe, before leaning back. He ran his fingers through his hair and grabbed your hips before attempting to go in again, only to stop halfway for the second time. “Don’t tell me, this is the farthest that you can take me? Well, that just made it more fun.”

With his cruel yet playful smirk plastered on his face he whispered in your ear, “Too bad that I don’t care.” And with that, he forcefully thrusts forward, finally able to bury his whole cock inside you. He moaned loudly as his face showed a lewd expression of satisfaction. He moved slowly, the blood that came out of your cunt from breaking your hymen was used as lube to make it easier for him to move in and out of you easily.

‘F-fuck, relax, bitch! You’re gonna cut my dick in half.” He yelled as he continued to thrust slowly, when he felt you finally loosening up a bit, he snickered, “That’s my good girl.” before picking up pace and starting to pound into you faster and harder, making you moan and cry loudly, the feeling of pain and pleasure mingling with each other. He freed his other hand and cupped your breast, kneading it before leaning down to take your nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting on it as he continued his assault.

You lost count of time and your mind started going hazy, only thinking about the thought of pleasure that he’s giving you. Despite the pain that comes with it, you could say that you like it, no- you love it, so you begged him, you looked up at him with teary eyes and flushed face, your voice hoarse from moaning too loudly with each of his thrusts. He smirked, obviously pleased by your request.

Dabi didn’t say anything, but his movement began to change. his thrusts growing more and more aggressive, pounding into you until your eyes had rolled back and you started moaning and saying things that you wouldn’t normally say in a normal conversation, but for some reason, you can’t control yourself, everything was a blur, except for how his dick feels so good fucking you senseless, until you could feel his thrust becoming even faster, his grip on your hip tightening.

And with one final thrust, his hot,thick cum explodes inside you, filling up deep inside your womb. You panted heavily as he finally stopped, giving you time to finally catch your breath. As Dabi finally pulled out, he chuckled as he looked at you, your eyes widened as you saw him holding his still erect cock. “You didn’t think we’re finished,right? Sorry to break it to you, but you’re not sleeping tonight, princess.”

[ch0llies]

REVIVAL | CHRIS STURNIOLO

A story in which a messy breakup lands you in your best friend’s Boston apartment a year after high school, and you find yourself face-to-face again with Christopher Sturniolo—your first love. As your paths cross again, the bitterness of how you left him still lingers, fueling every hated glance. But with your best friend dating his brother, you know is there’s no escaping Chris—or the tension that refuses to die. Is this revival destined to reignite, or will it crumble under the weight of your unresolved past?

story warning: filthy smut, angst, swearing, underage drinking, underage drug use, abusive behavior, morally skewed choices, toxic relationships, and overall mature themes. if any of this upsets you... don't read!

word count: 7.7k

CHAPTER FIVE:

The next afternoon, the apartment was quiet except for the sound of you and Ava in the kitchen, surrounded by takeout containers and coffee mugs. Matt and Chris had left a couple of hours ago. Chris hadn’t said a word to you before leaving, just gave a nod in your direction before walking out the door with Matt. His silence had been deafening, and it gnawed at you even now.

“So,” Ava said, dragging out the word as she popped a piece of orange chicken into her mouth. She leaned forward on her elbows, her eyes narrowing. “You gonna tell me what the hell happened last night?”

You sighed, swirling your straw in your iced coffee. “Where do I even start?”

“From the beginning, obviously,” Ava said, grinning as she gestured dramatically with her chopsticks. “Spill. Now.”

You hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out how to even begin to explain the absolute chaos of the night. Finally, you took a deep breath and dove in. “Okay, so after you and Matt disappeared to—”

“Have amazing drunk sex,” Ava interrupted, smirking. “In the frat bathroom.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got that loud and clear,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Anyway, I was just hanging out, you know, flirting with random guys and trying to have a good time—”

“You slut,” Ava teased, grinning.

“Shut up,” you said, laughing despite yourself. “You’re just the one who said she had drunk sex in a frat bathroom?! But anyways this guy, Cam, comes up to me. Super hot, like jawline for days, beautiful eyes, just—ugh, chef’s kiss.”

Ava gasped, her hand flying to her chest. “No way. Did you hit it off?”

“Uh, duh,” you said. “We started talking, and then we started making out.”

“Slut,” Ava said again, her grin widening.

“Oh, it gets worse,” you said, biting your lip. “He put his hands on me, like… on me. And it was getting really heated, but then—”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Ava said, holding up a hand. “Don’t tell me Chris saw.”

“Oh, he saw,” you said, your voice dripping with exasperation. “And he lost his fucking mind. He shoved Cam so hard he almost fell over, and then they started arguing.”

“No!” Ava gasped, her eyes wide.

“Yes,” you said, dragging the word out for emphasis. “Chris was all, ‘Back off,’ and Cam was like, ‘Who the hell are you?’ And then Chris just… snapped. He was so pissed, Ava.”

Ava slapped her hand on the table, her eyes sparkling with disbelief. “Are you serious? He actually fought a guy over you?”

“Yeah, and then Cam just gave up and left,” you said, running a hand through your hair. “But it didn’t end there. Chris grabbed me and dragged me out of the party.”

“Dragged you?” Ava repeated, her jaw-dropping.

“Like, literally dragged me. He threw me over his shoulder, put his hand over my ass to cover me, and carried me out like a caveman.”

Ava slapped her hand on the table, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Shut up. He did not.”

“Oh, he did,” you said, laughing despite yourself. “And then we got back here, and it just… exploded. We started fighting—like really fighting.”

“What do you mean fighting?” Ava asked, her expression turning more serious.

“I mean I was yelling at him, shoving him, and he just kept pushing back,” you said, your voice softening. “And then he pinned me against the wall, and…”

“And?” Ava whispered, her eyes huge.

“And we kissed,” you admitted, covering your face with your hands. “It was intense and messy and so fucking angry, but I couldn’t stop. It was like I didn’t even care how mad we were at each other.”

“Holy shit, Y/N,” Ava said, her voice barely above a whisper.

You lowered your hands, staring at your untouched food. “The worst part is, I don’t even know what to do now. He’s so different from the Chris I knew in high school, and I barely recognize him anymore. But somehow, I still…”

“You still what?” Ava asked gently.

“I can’t help but still feel for him,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “I’m just as drawn to him now as I was before, even though he’s so… closed off and angry and impossible to read.” You let out a shaky laugh. “I mean, I basically ghosted him in high school for some guy I barely knew who asked me out. I guess I can’t really blame him.”

“So fucking what?” Ava said, her voice sharp. “You didn’t owe him anything, Y/N. Just because he was obsessed with you doesn’t mean you had to cater to his feelings. You were never dating. You had every right to date whoever you wanted.”

“It wasn’t like that,” you protested, though her words struck a chord. “We were close, Ava. And I just... I cut him off without even saying goodbye.”

“Again—so what?” Ava said, leaning forward. “You were a teenager. You were figuring your shit out. He doesn’t get to hold that over your head forever.”

You sigh. “I suppose. But at least he’s not my ex.”

Ava rolled her eyes. “Bitch please. While your ex was a dick, Chris isn’t exactly a saint right now, either.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, no kidding. He’s been nothing but an asshole since he got back into my life.”

“Exactly,” Ava said, pointing her fork at you. “So why are you so hung up on fixing things with him?”

“Because he was a saint. And I miss him,” you admitted, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “I miss how things used to be with him. Before everything got so messy and complicated. He wasn’t always like this, Ava. You know how good he was to me. He made me laugh, he cared about me, and now...” You trailed off, shaking your head. “Now he’s just angry and bitter all the time. And he takes it out on me.”

“Yeah, because he’s holding onto shit that happened years ago,” Ava said, rolling her eyes. “You ghosted him, Y/N. So what? He needs to grow the fuck up and let it go.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “We were best friends. We were—God, I don’t even know what we were. Something more. But I was too scared to ask, too scared to mess it up. And now it’s like he’s holding that against me forever.”

“Yeah, well, that’s on him,” Ava said bluntly. “If he wanted to be more, he should’ve said something. It’s not all on you.”

You groan. “God, he doesn’t make any sense. Why does he act like this?”

Ava stabbed at her orange chicken with a little too much force. “It’s easier for him to be pissed off at you than to actually deal with his shit. Classic emotionally constipated man-child behavior.”

You let out a dry laugh. “Pretty much. But then he has these moments where it’s like... I don’t know. And it messes with my head.”

“Like last night?” Ava asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Exactly,” you said, groaning as you leaned back in your chair. “He dragged me out of that party like a lunatic, started a fight with Cam, yelled at me, and then—then we ended up making out like our lives depended on it.”

“Because he’s a walking contradiction,” Ava said with a smirk. “He’s mad, but he’s also still obsessed with you. The dude can’t decide if he wants to strangle you or kiss you.”

“Great,” you said flatly. “He should just shoot me with a gun.”

Ava laughs. “I’ll shoot you both with a gun.”

You glanced at her, the knot in your chest tightening. “I just miss him, Ava. The old him. The version of Chris that made me laugh until my stomach hurt, who actually talked to me instead of just... yelling. And I hate that I still feel this pull toward him even when he’s being a complete asshole.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Ava said, waving her hand. “You’re remembering the good parts of him and ignoring the fact that he’s being a cunt right now.”

You nodded slowly, her words sinking in even though they didn’t make the situation any less complicated. “Yeah. You’re right.”

“I always am. Now shut up and stop repeating yourself. You said the same shitty argument like seven times and I keep clocking your shit. Saying it for an eighth time isn’t gonna change anything.” Ava said with a grin, grabbing another piece of chicken.

***

It was almost 3 a.m., and you and Ava were sprawled on the couch, half-watching some rom-com on Netflix while picking at a bowl of popcorn that was long past stale. The apartment was dimly lit, the movie’s flickering light reflecting off the walls as you both tried to ignore how late it was.

“You think she’s actually going to pick him?” Ava asked, gesturing toward the screen as the main character debated her love triangle dilemma.

“She better,” you replied, popping another piece of popcorn in your mouth. “The other guy’s a walking red flag.”

Ava snorted. “Aren’t they all?”

Before you could respond, her phone buzzed on the coffee table, the screen lighting up with Matt’s name. She grabbed it, raising an eyebrow as she answered. “Matt? What are you doing up this late?”

You could hear his voice faintly through the speaker, his words rushed and excited. “Hey, babe. I know it’s super last minute, but me, Nick, and Chris just came up with this crazy good idea for a YouTube video. Problem is, we need to be loud, and we don’t want to wake our parents, so we were wondering if we could come film at your place.”

Ava rolled her eyes, glancing at you with an exasperated look. “It’s three in the morning.”

“I know,” Matt said quickly. “But it’s gold, I swear. We won’t stay long, just an hour tops. Please?”

Ava sighed, clearly torn. “Hold on.” She muted the call and turned to you. “What do you think?”

You shrugged, already knowing you weren’t going to say no. “Sure, why not? I could use some entertainment.”

Ava unmuted the call, rolling her eyes again. “Fine. But if you break anything, you’re buying us dinner for a week.”

“I already buy your ass dinner almost everyday,” Matt said, his grin practically audible. “We’ll be there in twenty minutes. Love you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ava said, hanging up. She tossed her phone onto the couch and sighed.

You laughed, sitting up straighter. “It’s not like we were about to go to bed or anything.”

“True,” Ava said, grabbing a handful of popcorn. “But if they wake the neighbors, I’m not bailing them out.”

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Ava got up to open it, and the boys streamed in, carrying camera equipment, a tripod, and what looked like a giant bag of snacks.

“Thanks for letting us film here,” Nick said, grinning as he headed straight for the kitchen to set down the tripod.

“You guys are lifesavers,” Matt added, leaning in to kiss Ava on the cheek before setting down a box full of props on the counter.

Chris walked in last, carrying a camera bag slung over his shoulder. His hair was slightly messy, his hoodie hanging off one shoulder, and his sharp jawline caught the dim light just right. You looked away quickly, trying not to let his presence affect you. But of course, it did.

“You guys really couldn’t wait until tomorrow to do this?” Ava asked, crossing her arms as she leaned against the counter.

“Nope,” Matt said, grinning as he started unpacking the props. “When inspiration strikes, you’ve got to roll with it.”

Nick laughed, setting up the tripod near the kitchen island. “You’ll see.”

Chris stayed quiet, setting down the camera bag and beginning to set up the camera with efficient, practiced movements. You tried to keep your attention on the movie still playing on the TV, but every time he moved, your eyes drifted toward him. His focused expression, the way his hands worked the camera, the way he completely ignored your existence—it all left a bitter taste in your mouth.

The boys finished setting up the camera, positioning it near the kitchen island. The space was now filled with their energy—loud, chaotic, and slightly overwhelming. You leaned back on the couch, pulling your knees up and trying to focus on anything other than the tension simmering in the room. But it was impossible to ignore Chris, even as he acted like you weren’t there.

The boys cleared off the kitchen island, pushing aside anything that wasn’t essential and leaving the space completely empty. Ava and you took your seats behind the camera, ready to watch whatever chaos they were about to create. Matt leaned over the counter, grinning as he looked at you both.

“Alright,” Matt said, rubbing his hands together. “We’re not going to tell you what we’re doing right away. You’re going to react with the viewers. It’ll be better that way.”

“Sounds ominous,” Ava said, raising an eyebrow. “But okay.”

Nick laughed, adjusting the tripod to get the perfect angle. “It’s genius. You’re going to love it.”

Matt glanced at you. “Can you press play for us? We’re starting now.”

You reached forward, hitting the record button on the camera. Immediately, Chris’s demeanor shifted. His slouched posture straightened, and a grin spread across his face as he leaned into the counter. His energy completely transformed, the playful, animated side of him that you hadn’t seen in so long lighting up the room. It was like flipping a switch.

“Alright, what’s up, guys?” Nick said, waving at the camera. “Welcome back to another video. Today, we’re doing something a little different.”

“Something insane,” Chris added, his voice light and teasing as he gestured dramatically toward Matt. “This was all his idea, by the way, so if it goes south, blame him.”

You couldn’t help but stare at Chris, your chest tightening. This was the version of him you missed—the Chris who was loud, funny, and so unapologetically himself. The realization that he could still be this person, just not around you, twisted the knife a little deeper.

Matt clapped his hands together, pulling your attention back. “Alright, alright. We’re doing the Deaf, Blind, Mute Challenge. If you don’t know what that is, one of us will be deaf—wearing noise-canceling headphones—one will be blindfolded, and the last one will be mute—tape over their mouth. And we’re going to try to complete a task.”

Nick grinned. “Spoiler alert: It’s going to go horribly wrong.”

Matt turned to Ava, his grin softening slightly. “Sweetheart, can you grab some headphones, a blindfold, and tape for us?”

“Of course,” Ava said, hopping up and heading toward the hallway closet. She returned a moment later with the supplies, setting them down on the counter. “Alright, I’ve got noise-canceling headphones, a blindfold, and some tape. Who’s doing what?”

“I’ll take the headphones,” Nick said, grabbing them.

“Blindfold me,” Matt said, holding his arms out dramatically. “Let’s get this started.”

Ava rolled her eyes, grabbing the blindfold and walking over to Matt. “Alright, hold still, drama queen.”

As she worked on tying the blindfold securely around Matt’s head, she glanced back at you. “Y/N, you do Chris. Here’s the tape.” She handed you the roll of tape, her tone casual, but her smirk told you she knew exactly what she was doing.

Your stomach flipped as you stood and walked toward Chris, the tape in your hand feeling heavier than it should. He was leaning against the counter, his grin still in place, but as you approached, his eyes locked onto yours, and the air between you shifted instantly.

“Ready?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Chris raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly closer. “I’m always ready.”

The weight of his stare made your hands tremble slightly as you tore off a strip of tape. You stepped closer, the tension between you palpable as you held the tape up. His eyes didn’t leave yours, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the room disappeared.

You hesitated for just a second before pressing the tape gently over his mouth, your fingers brushing against his skin. His lips were soft beneath your touch, and the heat of his breath against your fingertips sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes darkened as he watched you, the intensity in his gaze making it impossible to look away.

Your hands lingered for a second longer than necessary, your thumb grazing the corner of the tape as if testing its hold. Chris’s chest rose and fell slightly faster, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.

“Good?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded slowly, his eyes locked onto yours, and the heat in his gaze made your cheeks flush. You stepped back quickly, the moment breaking as Ava’s voice cut through the air.

“Alright, we’re set!” she said, stepping back to admire her work on Matt.

You moved back to your seat behind the camera, your heart racing as you tried to shake off the tension from the encounter. But no matter how hard you tried to focus on the chaos unfolding in front of you, your mind kept drifting back to the look in Chris’s eyes—and the way it had made you feel like the world was tilting on its axis.

Ava and you stood behind the camera, your arms crossed as you watched the boys set up for their chaotic cupcake challenge. The kitchen was a disaster waiting to happen, and you could already tell that this was going to be a train wreck—but an entertaining one.

“Alright, we’re recording,” Ava said, pressing a button on the camera. “Do your thing, boys.”

Nick, now wearing the noise-canceling headphones, couldn’t hear her at all. He was standing off to the side, bobbing his head like he was listening to music. Matt had the blindfold on and was flailing around dramatically, feeling for the counter. Chris, with the tape firmly over his mouth, simply crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, his annoyance already evident.

“Okay, let’s get started!” Matt shouted, completely missing that Nick couldn’t hear him and Chris couldn’t speak. He groped around for the mixing bowl, finally grabbing it and slamming it onto the counter. “Step one: bowl. Nailed it.”

Chris, leaning against the counter, made a series of exaggerated gestures toward the ingredients, his eyes narrowing at Matt’s lack of efficiency. Matt, of course, didn’t notice, and Nick was oblivious, wandering over to the pantry and pulling out a random can of beans.

He turned back to the counter and nearly walked into Chris, who grabbed the can, sighed dramatically, and shoved it aside.

Matt finally managed to locate the flour, opening the bag and immediately spilling half of it onto the counter. “Shit,” he muttered, waving his hands around. “Is this the flour? Did I get it?”

Chris clapped loudly, trying to get Matt’s attention, but it only startled him. Matt jumped, slapping the bag of flour, and an even bigger puff of white powder exploded into the air.

Nick, still completely unaware, grabbed the sugar and started dumping it directly into the mixing bowl—without measuring. Chris groaned behind his tape, shaking his head and gesturing wildly, but Nick just ignored him and gave a thumbs up.

“Nick, stop!” Matt yelled, though his voice was way too loud. “Are you measuring it?”

Nick, of course, couldn’t hear him. He started humming loudly, pouring even more sugar into the bowl while Matt blindly felt around for eggs.

Chris stepped in, grabbing the sugar away from Nick and pointing aggressively at the mixing bowl. Nick squinted at him, tilting his head like a confused puppy before turning back to the counter and grabbing the salt instead.

You gasped, watching as Nick dumped a generous handful of salt into the batter. Chris froze, his eyes widening in horror before he started slamming his hand on the counter to get someone’s attention.

Matt heard the banging and spun toward the noise, knocking over the carton of eggs in the process. “What’s happening? Is it going okay?”

Chris threw his hands in the air, looking past the camera at you as if to say, This is what I have to work with? His gaze lingered on you, the tension in his eyes clear even through the ridiculousness of the moment.

Nick was now attempting to crack eggs one-handed, with more ending up on the counter than in the bowl, and Matt had somehow managed to grab a whisk and was waving it around like a sword.

“What are you doing?” Matt yelled in Nick’s general direction. “You’re supposed to be mixing!”

Nick, oblivious, grabbed the whisk from Matt and started stirring the batter—with way too much enthusiasm. Flour and sugar flew everywhere, coating the counter and both of them in a fine white dust.

Chris looked like he was about to lose it, his hands on his hips as he glared at the mess. He turned to the camera, his eyes meeting yours again, and raised his eyebrows.

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. The boys eventually managed to get the batter into a cupcake tin—though most of it ended up on the counter or the floor—and Chris carefully slid it into the oven, giving a mock bow as he turned back to the camera.

Nick took off his headphones as the others started cleaning up, finally realizing the chaos he’d missed. “Wait, what just happened?” he asked, looking around at the flour-covered kitchen.

“You were a fucking menace,” Ava said, laughing.

“I think Chris might actually murder you after this,” you added.

Chris peeled the tape off his mouth with a dramatic wince, immediately running his tongue over his lips as if to rid himself of the sticky residue.

“That’s a wrap,” Matt said, grinning at the camera. “We made cupcakes… kind of.”

“More like a flour explosion,” Nick muttered, glancing at the disaster zone around them.

Chris, still standing by the oven, smirked. “Don’t worry. The real magic happens when we taste-test these bad boys.”

Matt leaned toward the camera, still grinning. “Alright, we’ll cut here, clean up, and be back when the cupcakes are ready. See you in a bit.” He turned to Ava and you. “You can stop the recording now.”

You reached over to the camera and hit stop, the room falling into a relative silence except for the hum of the oven.

“Alright, boys,” Ava said, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter. “If you’re going to mess up my kitchen, you’re going to help clean it.”

Nick raised his hands in mock surrender. “Yes, ma’am.”

They all pitched in, wiping down the counters and sweeping up the flour. Nick somehow managed to spill even more sugar while trying to help, earning an eye-roll from Chris and a muffled laugh from Matt. Meanwhile, you and Ava stood back, occasionally handing them paper towels or pointing out spots they missed.

Once the kitchen was somewhat back to its original state, the oven timer dinged. Chris grabbed a pair of oven mitts and pulled out the tray, carefully setting it down on the counter. The cupcakes looked… uneven, to say the least, but they were technically edible.

Matt reset the camera, waving you over. “Alright, let’s get this taste-test on record. Y/N, press play.”

You hit record, stepping back as the boys lined up behind the island, each grabbing a cupcake.

Nick held his up like it was a trophy. “Alright, guys, moment of truth. Are these a disaster or a masterpiece?”

Chris bit into his first, chewing thoughtfully. “Tastes like flour and salt,” he said, swallowing and grimacing. “Solid one out of ten.”

Matt laughed, trying his own and immediately choking on the dryness. “Oh God. Who let Nick measure the sugar?”

“I thought it was sugar!” Nick yelled defensively.

The camera captured every laugh, every over dramatic reaction, and every complaint as they tried each cupcake. Once they’d suffered enough, Matt called it. “Alright, that’s it for today. Thanks for watching, guys. Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe. We’ll see you in the next one!” He waved at the camera before turning to you. “You can cut it now.”

You stopped the recording, and the boys began packing up their equipment, their energy still buzzing from the shoot. Ava and you watched from the couch as they loaded the tripod and camera back into the cases, their voices overlapping in excited chatter.

“So, Nick,” Ava said, looking over at him as he zipped up a bag. “How was your trip to LA? You never told me much about it.”

Nick straightened up, his face lighting up. “Oh, it was amazing. Touring all the film schools was insane. The campuses are gorgeous, and the equipment they have is next level. It made me want to move there tomorrow.”

“That’s awesome,” you said, leaning forward. “Did you find a school you really liked?”

“A couple, yeah,” Nick said, nodding. “But it’s expensive, you know? So I’m still figuring it out.”

Matt leaned against the counter, grinning at his brother. “Yeah, but with how well the channel’s been doing lately, who knows? Maybe you’ll be able to afford it soon.”

Nick’s eyes brightened even more. “Right? Our videos have been getting more and more views every week. It’s starting to pick up for real.”

“That’s so exciting,” Ava said, smiling. “You guys are really doing it.”

“I guess so” Chris said, his tone more subdued as he finished packing up the last of the equipment. His eyes flicked to you briefly, something unreadable in his expression, before he turned back to the counter.

You couldn’t help but feel a flicker of pride for them, despite everything. They were making something out of nothing, turning their life into something tangible—and people were loving it.

“That’s awesome, guys,” you said, offering a small smile.

As the boys packed up the last of their equipment and started moving toward the door, Ava glanced at Matt and grabbed his arm, pulling him aside.

“Stay the night, please?” she said softly, giving him a playful pout. “It’s late, and I barely got to spend any time with you. Plus, you’re not driving home at 4 a.m.”

Matt hesitated for half a second before smiling. “Alright, sweetheart. You convinced me. I’ll stay.”

“Of course you will,” Ava said, grinning as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.

Meanwhile, Nick slung his bag over his shoulder, glancing between everyone. “Yeah, no, I’m good. I have to meet Alanah tomorrow morning, so I’m taking the car home.” He gave Matt a knowing look. “You can find your own ride back.”

“Good luck waking up early,” Matt said, smirking at his brother.

“Please,” Nick shot back. “I’m a professional. I’ll be fine.”

As Nick headed toward the door, you found yourself standing awkwardly by the couch. Chris leaned against the counter, his gaze burning into yours as if he was daring you to say something. The tension in the air was thick, crackling between you like static electricity, but you stayed silent, your eyes locked with his.

“Alright, we’re going to bed,” Ava said suddenly, grabbing Matt’s hand and tugging him toward the stairs. She threw a grin over her shoulder as she added, “Don’t stay up too late.”

Matt followed her with an easy laugh, and they disappeared upstairs, leaving you and Chris alone in the quiet apartment.

Chris didn’t move from his spot by the counter, his arms crossed and his eyes still locked on you. The silence stretched between you, heavy and charged, but neither of you said a word.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to think of something—anything—to break the tension. But the way Chris was looking at you, dark and unreadable, made it impossible to focus.

The room felt too quiet, too still, and you couldn’t tell if it was the weight of unspoken words or the memories of everything that had passed between you. Either way, it left you rooted to the spot, unable to move or speak as Chris stayed exactly where he was, his gaze never wavering.

Once the living room was completely empty, the faint creaks of the floor above told you that Ava and Matt were fully preoccupied upstairs. The silence downstairs felt thick, like a suffocating blanket wrapping itself around you. You lingered near the couch, unsure of whether to sit or retreat to your room. Before you could make a decision, Chris moved.

He stepped away from the counter and crossed the room in a few long strides, his presence commanding and impossible to ignore. Without a word, he gestured toward the couch. “Sit.”

You blinked at him, startled by the calm authority in his voice. “Chris, I—”

“Sit,” he said again, softer this time, but with a weight that left no room for argument.

Reluctantly, you sank onto the couch, your heart hammering in your chest. He sat down beside you, his posture casual but his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made it hard to breathe.

“Chris,” you started, your voice wavering slightly. “Can we talk about yesterday?”

He leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable. “Yeah. Let’s talk.”

You swallowed hard, trying to gather your thoughts. “You had no right to push that guy off me, Chris. What I do, who I’m with—it’s none of your business.”

Chris tilted his head, his eyes never leaving yours. “Is that what you think?”

“It’s what I know,” you shot back, your frustration bubbling to the surface. “I get it, okay? I messed up in high school. I shouldn’t have done, and I’m sorry for that. But you never made anything clear between us and it was making me go crazy. I’m sorry for putting myself first but you don’t get to act like you still have some kind of claim over me.”

His lips quirked into a faint smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Claim over you?” he repeated, his tone almost mocking. “Is that what this is about?”

You frowned, your frustration mounting. “Yes, Chris. That’s exactly what this is about. You can’t just insert yourself into my life now and act like you get to dictate what I do.”

Chris leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees as he looked at you. “You’re missing the point, Y/N.”

“What point?” you snapped.

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. The touch was soft, almost tender, and it made your heart stutter in your chest. “The point is,” he said, his voice low and smooth, “that I can’t stand seeing you with guys like him. Guys who don’t deserve you.”

Your breath caught, his words throwing you off balance. “Chris—”

“You’re beautiful,” he said, cutting you off. His hand on your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “You always have been. You’ve always been my beautiful girl. And seeing you with some random guy who doesn’t even know how lucky he is… it drives me crazy.”

You stared at him, your pulse racing. “You don’t get to say things like that,” you whispered.

“Why not?” he asked, his gaze dropping to your lips for a brief second before meeting your eyes again.

“Because it’s manipulative,” you said, your voice trembling.

“Is it?” he asked, leaning closer. “Or are you just scared of how much you still feel when around?”

Your breath hitched, the weight of his words pressing down on you. “Chris, I don’t want to do this with you right now. I just want to understand why you think you can act like you still have some kind of authority over me.”

“Authority?” he repeated, his voice dripping with mock amusement. “Y/N, I don’t need authority. You don’t even realize how much you give away without me having to ask.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you shot back, your frustration boiling over.

Chris leaned closer, his hand resting lightly on your thigh, his touch both grounding and suffocating. “It means I know you, Y/N,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “I know the way your mind works. I know the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice. And I know that no matter how much you want to run from this, you can’t.”

You wanted to pull away, to break the tension and stand your ground, but his words left you frozen, your heart racing in your chest. “You don’t know me,” you whispered, though the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

Chris’s smirk deepened, his thumb brushing lightly against your leg. “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.”

The way he said it- calm, condescending, and so damn sure of himself- made your stomach twist. You hated how much power he seemed to hold over you, how easily he could unravel you with just a few words.

“This isn’t fair,” you said again, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and something you couldn’t name.

“Life’s not fair,” Chris said soothingly, leaning over and running a hand through your hair. “But here’s the thing: I’m not asking you for anything, Y/N. I don’t need to. You’re already exactly where I want you.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you clenched your hands into fists, trying to steady yourself. “I’m not playing your game,” you said, though your voice lacked conviction.

Chris’s gaze softened, just for a moment, but there was still an edge to it that made your skin prickle. “You don’t have to,” he said simply. “You’re already in it.”

Before you could respond, he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap with an ease that made your heart race. His hands settled on your hips, holding you in place as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin.

“You think you’re still in control,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against your jaw. “But you’re not. Not anymore.”

The softness of his tone contrasted sharply with the weight of his words, leaving you torn between anger and something that felt dangerously close to surrender.

“Chris, stop,” you said, your voice trembling as you tried to push against his chest.

But he didn’t budge, his grip firm but not forceful. “Stop what?” he asked, his voice laced with mock innocence. “You don’t like hearing the truth?”

Your frustration bubbled to the surface, and you shoved at his chest again, harder this time. “What do you want from me, Chris? I don’t understand you.”

Chris let out a low laugh, his smirk deepening as he leaned back slightly, keeping you firmly in place on his lap. His hands moved to your waist, his grip possessive yet unnervingly calm. “What do I want from you?” he repeated, his voice smooth and dripping with condescension. “Now, that’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?”

You glared at him, your hands resting against his chest, trembling with a mix of anger and something else you didn’t want to name. “Yeah, it is,” you snapped. “Because one minute, you’re furious with me, yelling at me, and the next, you’re—”

“Touching you like this?” he interrupted, his thumbs brushing slow circles against your sides. His eyes darkened as they roamed over your face, locking on yours with a gaze that made your stomach twist. “Or maybe it’s because you’re letting me. Let’s not pretend you don’t like it, Y/N.”

Your chest tightened, and you pushed against him again, trying to create even the smallest bit of space between you. But his hold didn’t falter, and his strength only highlighted the imbalance of control in the moment.

“Stop,” you said through gritted teeth. “You don’t get to do this.”

“Do what?” he asked, his voice softening as if he were talking to a child. “Remind you of how easy it is for you to fall back into this? Because, Y/N, you’re doing exactly what I thought you would.”

You froze, his words hitting harder than you wanted to admit. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He tilted his head, his smirk taking on a sharper edge. “It means this,” he said, gesturing between the two of you, “is what you seem to do best at. You fuck me over, you play the victim, act like I’m the one crossing lines, but here you are, sitting on my lap, letting me touch you.”

Your face burned with a mix of shame and fury. “You pulled me here,” you hissed.

“And you stayed,” he shot back, his tone sharp enough to cut. “You could’ve walked away. But you didn’t, because deep down, you like this.”

His words left you speechless, your throat tightening as you struggled to come up with a response.

“But let me make one thing clear,” Chris continued, his voice dropping lower, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. “High school was your time to have me wrapped around your finger. You lost that. You don’t get to play that game anymore, Y/N.”

You blinked, your anger turning into something closer to desperation. “Then what the hell are you doing?”

Chris leaned in, his nose brushing against your cheek as he whispered, “I’m playing my own game now. And this time, it’s you who’s wrapped around my finger.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as his words sank in, the weight of them suffocating. “You’re so—” you started, your voice trembling. “You’re such an asshole.”

He laughed softly, his lips brushing against your temple as he spoke. “Maybe. But you’re still here, aren’t you?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, the mix of anger, shame, and undeniable attraction leaving you completely unmoored. “I don’t understand you,” you said again, your voice breaking. “I don’t know what you want from me, Chris.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes scanning your face with an intensity that made you want to shrink under his gaze. “I don’t want anything from you. You make me sick.” he said, his tone far too calm for what he was saying. “I just want to see how far you’ll let me go.”

The tears spilled over, hot and unwelcome, but you refused to look away from him. “Why are you doing this?” you whispered, your voice trembling as you searched his face for any sign of the Chris you used to know.

Chris tilted his head, his hand brushing against your cheek in a mockingly tender gesture. “Because I can,” he said simply, his voice calm, almost soothing.

You wanted to scream at him, to shove him away and demand answers that made sense, but instead, you sat there, frozen as his thumb gently wiped away your tears.

“Don’t cry, beautiful,” he murmured, his tone shifting into something soft and disarming. His fingers moved to your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheek again, slow and deliberate. “It doesn’t suit you.”

Your breath hitched, your chest tightening as his other hand moved to smooth back a strand of your hair, his touch maddeningly tender. He combed his fingers through your hair, his eyes scanning your face with a softness that felt like a cruel trick.

“Chris,” you started, your voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t do this.”

He leaned closer, his forehead almost touching yours, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Yes, you can,” he said, his tone dripping with quiet confidence. “You’ve always been able to handle me, Y/N. You did throughout high school. You just forgot how.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, leaving you torn between anger and the pull he had on you. “I clearly didn’t in high school, Chris. You don’t get to do this to me,” you said, though your voice lacked the strength you wanted it to have.

Chris smirked faintly, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw as he tilted your chin up slightly. “I’m not doing anything, baby,” he said, his tone almost condescending. “You’re the one letting it happen.”

You clenched your fists, your frustration bubbling to the surface. “Why do you have to be like this?”

“Like what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Honest? Direct? I think you’re just mad because I don’t sugarcoat things for you.”

“Mad?” you repeated, your voice rising slightly. “I’m furious, Chris. You act like you can just waltz back into my life and—”

“And what?” he interrupted, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. “Make you feel something? Scare you a little because you’re not in control anymore?”

You bit your lip, your vision blurring with fresh tears as his words hit too close to home.

“Shh,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your lips, silencing whatever comeback you were about to muster. “Let’s not ruin the moment with your mouth, okay?”

You glared at him, but the fight in your chest was beginning to fizzle out, replaced by a growing sense of defeat.

“Come on,” he said after a moment, his tone shifting into something almost coaxing. “Let’s go upstairs to bed. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

You hesitated, your instincts screaming at you not to give in, but his hand moved back to your cheek, cradling it gently as his thumb wiped away the last traces of your tears. “Let’s go,” he added, his voice low and laced with a dangerous sort of charm.

After a long pause, you nodded, too emotionally drained to argue anymore. He stood, holding out his hand to help you up. You took it reluctantly, and he led you upstairs, his grip firm but not forceful.

The walk to your room felt like a blur, your mind racing with conflicting emotions as you tried to make sense of what just happened. Once inside, Chris closed the door behind you and leaned casually against it, watching you with an unreadable expression.

You turned away from him, your hands trembling as you rubbed at your face, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

Chris watched you for a moment as you sat on the edge of the bed, your head in your hands, your breathing uneven. You felt his gaze like a weight, pressing down on you, and it made it impossible to think clearly.

“You know,” he said finally, his voice low and calm, “you’re making this harder than it has to be.”

You looked up at him, your frustration flaring again. “How am I supposed to act, Chris? You pull me into all of this, twist everything I say, and then expect me to just… what? Go along with it?”

He tilted his head, his smirk faint but present. “I expect you to trust me, for one. Something you used to do without question.”

You blinked at him, his words hitting a nerve. “You don’t make it easy.”

Chris pushed off the door and took a few slow steps toward you, his movements deliberate, calculated. He crouched in front of you, his hands resting lightly on your knees, the intensity of his gaze locking you in place.

“Life isn’t easy, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm. “You should know that by now. But you’re stronger than this. You’re stronger than all this doubt. And deep down, you know I’m right.”

Your stomach twisted at his words, the way they dug under your skin and made you question everything. He brushed a thumb over your knee, his touch maddeningly gentle as his eyes searched yours.

“Come here,” he said, his voice coaxing.

You hesitated, but the pull of his presence was too strong, and you let him guide you up onto the bed. He slid in beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you against him.

“Chris,” you started, your voice trembling.

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips brushing lightly against your temple. “Stop overthinking. Just… let it go.”

His hand moved to your hair, his fingers combing through it in slow, soothing motions that made your chest ache with a mix of frustration and longing. He tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

“You’re exhausted,” he said, his tone soft but edged with something darker. “You’re fighting me, fighting yourself, and for what? Just let me take care of you, Y/N. Let me be what you need.”

Tears pricked at your eyes again, and you hated how much you wanted to believe him, how much you wanted to let yourself sink into the comfort he was offering—even if it came with strings attached.

“You don’t care,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “You’re just doing this to—”

“To what?” he interrupted, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. “To mess with you? To hurt you? If that’s what you think, why are you still here?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. The truth was, you didn’t know why you were still there. You didn’t know why you let him get to you, why you let him hold this kind of power over you.

Chris leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “That’s what I thought. You’re still here because you want this, Y/N. Whether you admit it or not.”

You clenched your fists, your frustration boiling over. “I hate you,” you whispered, the words more for yourself than for him.

He laughed softly, his breath warm against your skin. “I know,” he said, his tone infuriatingly calm. “You hate that I’m right. And you hate that no matter how hard you try, you can’t let me go.”

You closed your eyes, your tears spilling over as his words settled over you like a weight. He pulled you closer, his hand moving to cup the back of your neck as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Get some sleep,” he murmured, his voice softening just enough to sound almost tender. “You’ll feel better in the morning.”

And as you lay there, trapped in his hold, you couldn’t help but feel like you were sinking deeper into something you didn’t know how to escape- a web of manipulation, desire, and the lingering ache of what used to be.

a/n: pls comment what yall think so far and any ideas/predictions you have! any thoughts or criticisms are appreciated!

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Burning for You

this quite literally came to me in a dream soooo i had to write it!! just a lil silly drabble about the sweetest fire boy (not proofread IM SORRY)

afab reader, uses of YN

portgas d ace x strawhat!reader

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it's pretty steamy so i'm gonna say NSFW MDNI but it's not tooo explicit

wc: 1.5k

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The building exploded, bricks and debris flying through the air and smashing through anything in its path. You barely had time to gape in disbelief before you saw your crew scattering in different directions. Of course, this is how the ‘stealth’ plan went. 

Luffy’s brother, Ace, was staying with the crew for a while and the two of you had most definitely been making eyes at each other when you thought the other wasn’t looking. You were staying on an island when the crew had discovered some nefarious goings-on, and would you really be the Strawhats if you all didn’t try and right these wrongs? The plan was to sneak into the suspected building, scope it out, and then figure out the intricacies once you all knew its layout. The plan was not to blow the damn building up.

“Quick!” Ace sprinted past you, grabbing your hand and pulling you behind him. 

“Was that you?” You yelled at him, referring to the building’s demise.

He flashed a grin over his shoulder at you, confirming the answer as you both ran through the unfamiliar streets. 

Eventually, you stopped in an alleyway, breathing heavily.

You threw a glare at him. “I don’t recall ‘blowing up the building’ as the course of action, Ace.”

He simply threw a smile your way. “But didn’t that make it much more fun?”

“Oh, okay. So your idea of fun is, I don’t know, terrorism?” 

“Pfft. They deserved it. The bastards inside were up to no good. It’s not exactly my fault they had highly flammable objects in there.”

You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose. “I can’t believe we sent Fire Fist himself into a flammable building. I guess we have nobody to blame but ourselves for that one.” You looked up to see his incredibly (cute) smug face brightly beaming at you.

“Exactly. So really, it’s all your fault,” he teased. 

“You really are Luffy’s brother,” you remarked, unable to stop your mouth from turning up. 

His smile grew. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Sure.”

You both began to walk out of the alley and back into the city as the fire brigade and island’s police ran past you to the inferno in the centre. You tried to look as nonchalant as possible as Ace walked without a care in the world beside you, arms up behind his head.

“I see you staring at me, you know,” he said. 

You splutter. “Sorry?”

“You don’t need to apologise.”

“No, I wasn’t-”

“I see you staring because I’m staring at you,” you didn’t have to see his face to know exactly what kind of smile he wore. “You’re pretty damn cute.”

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks. He stepped closer to you and draped an arm over your shoulders.

“And while we wait for the smoke to settle, if you’ll pardon the pun, I think we might as well enjoy the time we have alone together, don’t you?” 

“You’re shameless,” you manage to say, head spinning due to the close proximity. 

He laughed. “Maybe. But you’re too gorgeous to pass up on. What do you say, YN? Shall we make the most of it?”

You grumble at the compliment, and the butterflies in your stomach intensify. “What, uh, what did you have in mind?”

“Grab a drink somewhere? Get to know each other?” 

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

“Great!” His arm moved from your shoulders and you found yourself missing the warm contact, but only temporarily as his hand found yours and your fingers interlocked. “I want to know how you ended up on my brother’s crew.” 

The bar Ace picked wasn’t one you would have chosen - slightly too ‘old man pub’ for your taste - but the drinks were cheap and there was hardly anyone inside, so you couldn’t complain too much. You both sat in a booth in the corner, shielded from any eyes that might look your way. The conversation flowed just as easily as the drinks you both threw back, and soon you were leaning over the table clutching your stomach in fits of laughter.

“You’re something else,” you choked out as you wiped the tears of laughter from your eyes. 

Ace had a wicked grin on his face. “You love it though, don’t you?”

“Presumptious.” 

“But true.”

You lean back in your seat and look at him only to find he was already looking at you. 

At some point in the conversation, Ace had moved closer to you, dangerously close. You could feel the heat radiating off his skin. 

He lifted his hand to hold your cheek, fingertips in your hair. 

“If you don’t want this to go any further, you have to say now, princess,” he murmured. “Because I don’t know how much self-control I’ll have.” 

“I… I don’t know, Ace,” you whisper. “I don’t normally do this sort of thing… I don’t want to just be some notch on your belt.” 

“Oh no, no, no, YN. You’re much more than that. I don’t do this sort of thing either. I’m not some hotshot ladies’ man who sleeps around whenever he can.” He moves his hand to brush over your lips to silence your response. “I know that’s what you think of me, it’s okay. But I need you to know that’s not who I am, yeah? You’re… breaking my resolve, that’s all.”  

Your eyes flutter at the closeness, the intimacy. “But, I’m on your brother’s crew. We couldn’t… I mean, we can’t…”

He raised an eyebrow, a cheeky glint in his eyes. “Says who?”

Oh, fuck it.

His lips were close enough that you barely had to move to crash yours against them. He grunted a little in surprise, but wrapped his arms around you, pulling you impossibly close. Your mouths moved in tandem, the kiss getting deeper and deeper. Your hands move to tangle in his hair, his hat now off his head and hanging by the strap around his neck. His skin was on fire underneath your touch, and he groaned slightly as your tongue entered his mouth. He pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him, neither of you caring that you were in some random bar. His hands clutched at your waist and grabbed at any part of you they could. It was desperate, messy, passionate. You could feel the hardness in his shorts under you as you began to gently grind on him, the kiss now sloppy as he panted into your mouth. Thank god the booth you were in was hidden. 

“YN…” He groaned as you pulled away to kiss his jaw and neck, sucking and nipping the skin lightly. “You’re teasing me.” 

“Want me to stop?” you whisper, biting his ear softly. 

He pulled your face away and held it in his hands, his pupils blown and cheeks red. “Not here, not like this,” he said lowly. “Something as beautiful as you needs to be devoured slowly, and not in some gross bar.”

You flushed at the compliment which pleased him greatly.

“Your room, tonight. We’ll finish what we started, yeah? Properly this time,” he pulled your face back to his and kissed you deeply. 

The two of you finished your drinks, in between kisses and touches, before slipping out of the bar and dancing through the streets, hand in hand. 

By the time you and Ace returned to the ship, it was dark out. He pressed some kisses to your face and you giggled, swatting him away as you didn’t want the crew to see.

When you pushed open the door to the kitchen you were immediately crashed into.

“YN!” Luffy’s excited voice called as he wrapped himself around you. “I’m so happy you’re my sister!”

For the second time that day, you splutter. “W-what?”

You didn’t miss the mischievous grins on your crew behind him. 

“Well, you and Ace are together, and he’s my brother, which means you’re my sister! Welcome to the family, sis!”

Ace burst into peals of laughter at the redness of your face. You glared at your crew behind Luffy, as this was obviously their doing. Once you and Ace failed to return to the ship when everyone else did, they put two and two together. 

“Oh, no, Luffy, I’m not… We’re not… It’s not like…”

Ace slung his arm around your shoulder and kissed the side of your head. “Yeah, welcome to the family, YN.”

You grumbled, but couldn’t find it in you to actually be mad. It was rather sweet after all. Whoever told your Captain about you and his brother would suffer your wrath eventually. For now, you indulge in silliness and love and count down the minutes until everyone is in bed and Ace can come to yours.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Bad Idea, Right?

Summary: You know this is a bad idea, but fuck it, it's fine.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut - this is just all smut. Unprotected P in V sex. Vaginal fingering. Dirty talk. Dean being a cocky little shit. Dean being fundamentally irresistible.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader (You)

Word Count: 1,317

A/N: So, Bad Idea, Right? by Olivia Rodrigo (fabulous song, give it a listen!) came on earlier, and this little scenario just popped into my head.

P.S. I wrote this quickly - so sorry for any mistakes!

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The phone rang six times before you finally dragged your eyes open to groan and grope for the buzzing, trilling device on your bedside table.

You looked at the caller ID and were instantly awake and pissed. You sent the call to voicemail and dropped your phone on the bed beside you. 

But seconds later it was making noise again, so you angrily swiped your phone open just long enough to bark out a few words.

“Go to hell, Winchester. Stop calling me. I told you last time, we’re done.”

You hung up without hearing a word from him. You knew why he was calling, and you weren't interested.

Liar.

Your internal voice was always brutally honest with you, so you conceded that okay, yes, you were always going to be interested in a booty call from Dean Winchester, aka Walking Sex.

But you swore the last time that it was, well, the last time.

The two of you had already tried dating years ago, but it ended badly. You were both too much alike, stubborn and incapable of explaining your feelings to one another. You were pretty sure you loved him, but when you imagined telling him that, it felt like you were exposing a raw nerve. 

And it wasn’t as if Dean was the most emotionally available person, so between the two of you there had been an abundance of heat and acrobatic sex followed by fighting and more make up sex, but since that didn’t really translate to a healthy relationship, you’d both agreed to end it.

But even though you broke up over a year ago, you’d never quite managed to quit each other. Every month or so one of you called up the other, and no matter what you told yourself, that you were just gonna hang out, just gonna talk about the hunts you'd been on, inevitably, the night always ended with the two of you falling into bed for a night of extraordinary sex. 

You knew it was unhealthy, though, so you’d told him the last time that you were through, that this couldn’t keep happening. The conversation had devolved quickly and exploded into a massive fight that ended with him slamming out of your hotel room with just his unbuttoned jeans tugged up over his hips, dragging his shirt, shoes and jacket with him.

But now here he was at three in the morning calling again and again. 

And again! You thought angrily as your phone started buzzing once more.

You picked it up and swiped it open, drawing in a big breath to yell at him, but he spoke before you had the chance and his deep voice already had your stomach swooping and your resolve wavering.

“Sweetheart, just hear me out. I know what you said last time, and I know it’s a bad idea, but fuck baby, I just need you. Need to feel you moving against me, clenching so tight around me. It’s been too fucking long and I miss the taste of you.”

You tried desperately to hang on to your anger, but it was melting fast beneath the onslaught of need coursing through you.

Likely knowing he already had the upper hand, Dean continued. “Let me come over and make you feel good. You know you miss me too.”

Even as your head screamed at you to hang up, you heard yourself caving. “Get here in fifteen minutes or the chance is gone.” You said, knowing that even that was a lie.

But Dean hung up without another word and ten minutes later you heard the Impala squeal into your driveway. That sound alone left you dripping in anticipation. 

He didn’t even have the chance to knock, because you wrenched open the door as he bounded up your porch steps.

“This is a bad idea, right?” You asked pointlessly. 

But Dean nodded. “Yeah probably.”

You stood staring at each other for a heartbeat before you shook your head and leapt at him. “Fuck it, it’s fine.”

Dean was already pulling off your clothes as he pushed you back into your house and slammed the door behind him. You pushed his flannel off his shoulders, and yanked at his t-shirt as he got your pajama shorts off and then ripped off your tank top.

He growled as he lifted you so you could wrap your legs around his waist. He dipped his head down to suck your pebbled nipple into his mouth, drawing deeply and making you throw your head back with a shout of pleasure.

He set you on your kitchen table so he could kick off his boots and push down his jeans. He wasn’t wearing underwear and for some reason that realization made you feral. 

He swept two of his thick fingers through your slit, groaning at the dripping mess he found. He brought his sticky fingers to his lips and sucked your juices from the tips. 

“So fucking delicious baby. I’m gonna need to feast on you later, but right now all I can think about is getting my cock buried so fucking deep into that sweet pussy that you feel me for days, maybe even weeks.” 

His filthy words always drove you crazy. Listening to his deep, gruff voice as he described everything he was going to do to you, had made you come untouched more than once.

He slipped his fingers back into your slick, burying them inside you this time and scissoring you open, before sliding in and out of you a few times with a wet squelching sound. Then he curled his fingers forward like he was beckoning you to him, hitting your sweet spot perfectly, pressing and rubbing until you were writhing on the table and begging for him.

“Dean, please, just give it to me.”

“Yeah baby? You want it?” Dean asked with a smirk that made you wanna smack him a little. 

“Yeah, jackass! Why do you think you’re here?” You shouted at him breathlessly.

“Knew you were needing this big cock, knew you couldn’t go without me any more than I could go without you.”

He suddenly drove himself all the way into your heat with one thrust, ripping a pleasured scream from your throat. You clung to his shoulders, digging your nails into his hard, straining muscles as you both looked down to watch his thick cock slide in and out of your cunt, opening you up again and again.

You dropped back onto your elbows, head thrown back, as Dean lifted your hips off the table so he could drive in deeper.

“Jesus fuck!” Dean ground out. “You take me so fucking good, baby. Never had anybody take my cock like you do, so perfectly, clenching around me so goddamn tight.” 

As you squeezed him hard again, he sucked in his breath on a hiss and continued to pound into you, shaking the table and drawing endless, keening moans from deep inside your chest. Finally, he slammed into you hard and deep, hitting your sweet spot again and pushing you over the edge. With a high-pitched cry, you clamped down on his cock, making him shout out your name as he fucked you through your orgasm and into his own. 

He let your hips drop back onto the table and his softening dick slipped out of you. But he pushed it back inside and began nibbling on your breasts as he breathed out his words against your skin.

“I wanna feel you around me for a little longer, feel the way those little shuddering aftershocks of yours send electricity shooting straight through me.” He slid his hand to your clit and began rubbing you. “Gonna make you come over and over while I’m inside you, get me hard all over again.”

All you could do was moan and scratch your nails across his shoulders as the pleasure built deep inside you once more. A weak voice echoed in the back of your head reminding you this was a bad idea. But you just ignored it.

Fuck it, it’s fine.

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[angelicsoka]

EXPOSED, j. drysdale

word count | 608 words

pairings | jamie drysdale x fem!hughes!reader, platonic!trevor zegras x reader, platonic!hughes brothers x sister!reader

summary | in which the hughes brothers walk into their younger sister's apartment to discover something shocking.

warnings | not proofread. one use of “y/n”. mostly dialogue. lowercase intended. this is a work of fiction, i am by no means saying this is how they act in real life.

a/n | i’ve had no motivation to write as of late but i had written this a while back so i figured i’d post it! the quinn fic should be up in the next few weeks (hopefully). 

light flooded the bedroom, slowly waking the couple that lay in the bed. the woman groaned, attempting to break from her lover’s arms which only seemed to tighten around her. “j, hon, you gotta let go.” she rasped out, gently tracing her boyfriend’s face. he pretended to not hear her, playing it off as if he were asleep. “j, i know you aren’t asleep.”

“you don’t need to get up. just stay here with me.” the raspiness of his voice gave her butterflies. his eyes fluttered open, a soft smile on his face. “you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“thank you, my love, but flattery will not win me over this time. my brothers are coming to town today and trevor is supposed to be picking them up around noon.” she laughed slightly as he groaned.

“tell trev to take them out or something.” he suggested, chuckling when she rolled her eyes.

“yeah, cause that isn’t suspicious at all.” sarcasm laced her voice, running her fingers through his hair.

“this isn't helping, y’know.” jamie pulled her close, kissing her forehead. “okay, fine. we can get up. just know i’m not happy about it.”

“that's okay, i can live with that.” she winked, rolling out of his arms. jamie caught her arm, pulling her back in for a kiss. the kiss became more heated, jamie’s hands on her cheek and hip, as she pulled at his hair. they were in their own little world, unaware of the front door opening. unaware of the footsteps approaching her bedroom door. the door swung open, the couple breaking apart at the noise. in the doorway was her brothers and trevor, shocked looks on their faces.

“what. the. fuck.” jack stated dramatically. in a rush to get off of their sister, jamie fell off the bed, getting a laugh from trevor. 

“the fuck you doing here? did you let them in?” her voice was raised, her cheeks heated as she yelled at trevor. “why didn't you stop them?” quinn and luke turned to look at trevor who held a sheepish look on his face.

“you fucking knew?” jack turned to his best friend as jamie looked to his girlfriend who looked frazzled. “you knew and you didn’t tell me?”

“she swore me to secrecy and honestly, she scares me more than you.” trevor admitted, “i wanted to, i was literally about to explode on my way here.”

“all of you go wait in the fucking living room!” she shouted, breaking them from the argument that was bound to happen. “go!” the brothers hesitated for a moment, but trevor was already down the hallway. the brothers left, luke pulling the door shut. the poor kid looked like he had just seen a ghost. “j, are you alright?” she finally turned to her boyfriend who had still not moved from the floor. 

“yeah.” it was silent for a moment before the couple broke out into laughter. “well, i guess the secret’s out.”

“honestly, they reacted better than i thought they would. fuckin’ trevor though. i'm gonna beat his ass when i get the chance.” jamie laughed at the exasperated look on her face.

“i’ll help.” he smiled, standing up and joining her on the bed. “at least we don’t have to hide anymore. now, i can show off my beautiful girl.”

“and i get show off my handsome boyfriend.” jamie kissed her once more, a smile gracing her lips.

“hey! you guys better not be doing what i think you're doing!”

“fuck off, jack!” she shouted to her brother, giggling as he stomped away. “i love you, jamie drysdale.”

“i love you, y/n hughes.”

[princessbrunette]

mean brother’s bsf ! rafe who says he has to go to the bathroom while he’s over at your house playing video games w ur brother but instead walks to ur room and starts fucking u :((

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you can always hear the group of them — rowdy and loud, yelling at the tv whilst they play the game, or watch some kind of sport that you yourself had no interest in. you had no idea why your brother refused to ever close his door, especially when he had friends round— they were so damn loud.

you hear rafes voice in the hallway and it makes your heart rate spike, your brothers friend calling something into the room as he leaves it, the boys exploding into laughter. you wondered if he’d stop by today, like he did every time — or if he’d pass you by and act like you don’t exist, something he has also demonstrated he is capable of doing when your brothers around.

it had happened only earlier, coming home from your pilates class in your cute little get up which usually you knew rafe would be all over— the boy stood in the kitchen, chatting to your brother when you arrived home.

“hi!” you chirp politely, happy to see him there, knowing what it meant for you. rafe barely glanced— offering you a “hey.” before continuing on his conversation. you couldn’t help but let your face fall. you knew he couldn’t give you much attention infront of your big brother, not wanting to draw suspicion— but just a hey was rude, impolite even.

you hear your door creak open and you don’t turn to look, playing nonchalant as you lay on your stomach on your bed, flipping through a book. he’s careful to close the door again, taking in the sight of you laying there, more importantly the sight of your ass cheeks spilling from your pyjama shorts.

“did you miss me?” he drawls, taking a step closer and you spare a glance over your shoulder, playing like you didn’t.

“oh, hey.” you repeat his greeting from earlier boredly. it was petty, sure— but unfortunately, you were crazy about rafe. you wanted him to know you were a little peeved.

“that all i get, hey?” he sounds amused, dumb and part-lipped as he steps a little closer, fingers tickling your ankle which makes your leg jerk out, nearly kicking him.

“well that’s all i got earlier.” you flip a page, pretending to be totally disinterested in the conversation. you hear him still, breathing as he tries to recollect the moment.

“i dont — i-i don’t understand. what’s this about?” he asks, already irritated with the way you aren’t turning around to look at him. you sigh, sitting up and spinning around to face him. he didn’t get to be mad, best to nip it in the bud.

“i said hi to you and you acted like you didn’t even know me.” you pout immaturely, running your fingers along the bed to avoid his eyes. his eyes widen, hands spreading at his side in incredulity.

“your brother was there. fuck you expect, me to stick my tongue down your throat and slide a finger in your ass whilst he’s just standing there? i — i don’t —”

“no! just… you didn’t even look at me.” you sigh and he drops his hands, skulking over to stand right over you at the edge of the bed. he places his large hands on your cheeks, lifting your sulky gaze to his.

“‘cus if i did, id probably get all riled up… you don’t want that, right? infront of big bro?” he softens, but there’s something conniving about his tone.

“no.” you sigh and he nods in approval.

“right. i just had to play it cool. yeah?” he clarified slowly, like you’re a little dumb.

you blink up at him, and he gives in, bending down to press his lips to yours, the familiar taste of his tongue integrating into your mouth as you hum, visibly relaxing into the kiss.

“i did miss you.” you whisper, and he prods at your shoulder to encourage you to lie back.

“and i told everyone i had to take a phone call outside, so we haven’t got long… you wanna take these shorts off for me or am i gonna have to rip ‘em off like last time n’have you cryin’ at me again?”

five minutes in, and it’s increasingly harder to stay quiet. he’s mounted you, an obscene and degrading sight for anyone that would accidentally stumble upon it. your legs were up by his shoulders, cock nestled deep inside you as presses his lips together, stifling the little breathy groans from the back of his throat.

“m—my bed, its creaking!” you mewl, cunt tightening when he slides a large hand up the back of your thigh to the crevice of your knee, keeping it raised.

“those suckers aren’t listening. stop— stop thinkin’ bout that, yeah? look at me. focus on me.”

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[inkdrinkerworld]

Dealer!remus and autistic!reader’s relationship starts off so rocky guys let me tell you!!! Angst to fluff

Remus doesn’t fully get that he can’t just say things- like he’s got to be deliberate and conscious of the words he uses and his tone.

He’s never had to do that before so it’s weird and it’s hard to learn and he slips up sometimes.

One of your biggest arguments happens when he’s frustrated and you’re just trying to help.

You’d seen him so sullen and moody on James’ story so you decided to do for him, what you do for yourself.

You baked.

But then you realized you’re not at the stage where you know his absolute favourite type of cookie so you go a little all out.

You bake chocolate chip biscoff cookies. Chocolate chip toffee cookies, regular chocolate chip and brown butter chocolate chip.

You set them in a cute box and you text Remus that you’re coming to see him. You’re thinking everything’s going to go well, you’re gonna drop the cookies off for him, maybe he’s going to tell you what’s bugging him- maybe not; either way he won’t be alone.

Except you get there and immediately you feel like you’re inconveniencing him.

Try as you might not to take it personally, it’s really hard because he seems particularly peeved at you.

“Why are you here?” His tone is sharp and jagged and it winds you a little.

“I brought you cookies to cheer you up. Saw that you weren’t yourself on James’ story,” you keep your tone even, light- a practiced thing from your days of dealing with people that didn’t quite get you.

“Why would that cheer me up?” At this point everything’s going downhill fast and you try to salvage what little is left of your deflated cheeriness and open up the box to display the array of cookies.

Remus at the same time waves his hand and the box goes pitching across his living room floor and he explodes.

You can’t remember the last time someone had yelled at you like that and honestly, it hurt more coming from Remus who was so normally relaxed and chilled.

You don’t even tell him goodbye, you just clean up all the mess while he’s cursing and yelling and then leave.

What’s twists the bloodied blade in the wound is that he doesn’t even try to stop you or reach out to you for three days.

By which point you’ve already gone mostly nonverbal and you’re in no mood to entertain or fake a personality for the sake of your friends when you do see them.

Remus stops at your house after you ignore three invitations to his place.

“Dove, I know you’re at home. Can you open the door please?” His voice is muffled through the hard wood of the door and you have half a kind to leave it shut- he’d been mean, he’d said things that were very hurtful now that you’ve actually processed what he’s said fully.

You don’t know if you can stand to see him. Then he knocks again, “I want to look at you when I apologise, sweet girl. Please open the door.” And the wholesale remorse in his tone shakes your core and you cave.

He steps inside with a box and three tulips. “I figured I’d have had to do it face to face for it to really mean anything and because I realized I was an absolute prick to you when you just came over to help.”

You don’t even hum. Usually, when he was nice Remus- as you’ve differentiated in your head - you’d be able to look him in the eyes every couple of words, but right now you just look over his shoulder.

“I shouldn’t have yelled or sworn at you like that. It wasn’t cool and I never want to speak to you like that- ever. I was an idiot and I just want to make up for it.”

There’s about a minute where Remus thinks he’s just fucked every single bit of progress you’ve both made with each other and then you let out a big breath.

“You can’t say things that you don’t mean just because you’re upset. What you said really hurt my feelings and I don’t like feeling the way you made me feel when you were that angry. If we continue to be friends you can’t do that because it makes it hard for me to trust you and find what you’re saying believable.”

Your voice is hoarse and crackly from lack of use and Remus feels even worse. “I’ll do better, I swear. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you- it’ll never be, but I am sorry that I did.”

You nod once, succinct and definitive. Remus holds out the box to you, showing a puzzle you’d been eyeing for a while.

“Can we build it together?” He asks softly, an ebb of vulnerability given away as you catch his eyes.

“Okay, but we have to do corners first, then work our way in.” Remus nods, his other hand holding the flowers for you. The tulips are a pristine white.

“The lady at the shop said they’re good for conveying apologies.”

You smile a little, “These ones are also for condolences.” Remus shakes his head,

“Not this time,” he watches you put them in a vase of water. “Also, ‘if we continue to be friends’, thought we were a little closer than friends, sweet girl?”

He relishes in the way you bite your lip to hide your grin as you take the puzzle box from him and set it up on your coffee table.

“Well I wasn’t sure if you wanted to acknowledge it or not.”

Remus says very seriously as he sits opposite you at the coffee table, ducking down so he can catch your eyes as you take out the numbered bags. “I’m always acknowledging it, we’re more than friends dove. When everything’s not so fucked, I’ll take you out and do it with pink and red lilies.”