#Never underestimate the quiet flustered ones

[bapydemonprincess]

Let's be honest, Grelle Angela and Hannah are indeed outwardly the kinkiest, but ohhh man, they wouldn't stand a chance in this race if Mey Rin's Mental Palace of Monster Fucking was out in the open

[yourdeepestfathoms]

The Larks and Being Sick

Cole

Will still try to push themself to perform, but even they have their limits

Conks the hell out when they’re sick, and they’ll sleep for hours (Perrine thought they died once)

Loses their voice. Thinks they’ll never be able to sing again.

Hand tremors won’t let them play their instrument

Gets flustered easily with a lot of affection and care (like if they have to be spoon fed because they’re too weak to hold a bowl themself)

Tries to deter cuddles because they don’t want to get anyone else sick

Emetophobic, and ends up making themself more sick by stressing out over possibly throwing up

Clementine

Super cuddly when they’re sick (usually SOMEONE gets sick after them because they were cuddling)

Mainly because they get really bad chills, so they just want to snuggle up to someone to keep warm

Quiet and mumbly

However, they will ramble deliriously when their fever gets too high

PILED with blankets (which Perrine will have to confiscate so they don’t get overheated, much to their dismay)

Kingsley

A big whiny baby when he’s sick

SUPER overdramatic

“I’M DYING!!!” “You have a cold.”

There’s sometimes a little bit of a “boy who cried wolf” situation with him, where he dramatizes how sick he is, but the others would never leave him to fend for himself, even after all the stuff he pulls for fun

When he has to be spoon fed because he’s too weak from the sickness, he’ll somehow find the strength to make a joke like “chop, chop, peasant!” (Perrine once considered pouring the water she was helping him drink over him)

When he’s really sick, he’s super lethargic, and it’s jarring to see him so worn out when he’s usually the most energetic in the group

Likes to lay his head into the lap of one of the others so they’ll play with his hair, soothing him

Will sometimes force himself into the lap of one of the others (mainly Perrine because she’s the big sibling of the group)

Perrine

Hates being taken care of, so she will act like she’s perfectly fine (she’s not)

Will refuse any and all help until she physically can’t move anymore—and even then, she’ll be stubborn

Pulls out the “but I’m the oldest!” card whenever anyone tries to take care of her

“You’re sick.” “No, I’m not.” “You’re burning up.” “I’m naturally warm.” “You’re shaking.” “It’s just a little cold.” “You literally just threw up.” “I meant to do that.”

She worries about the others when she’s sick in bed. What if something happens? What if they burn the house down while cooking?

Cuddly when she’s ill, but she doesn’t go out of her way to ask for any affection. However, she certainly won’t refuse any…

Easily becomes a little stir crazy from laying in bed. She also gets bored fast. She’s wasting so much time just laying around!

Wears her mask 24/7 to hide how pale and flushed she is from fever (the mask is making her sweat bullets)

Once threw up on stage and then passed out mid-performance because she underestimated how bad she felt (everyone was in a state of shock. she had to be dragged offstage by Cole and Clementine while Kingsley distracted the crowd)

Another time she was making breakfast for the group and fainted, and when she woke up, she was covered in oatmeal from managing to bring the bowl down with her

Would rather starve or die of dehydration than have one of the others spoon feed her

One time, ALL of the kids were sick at once, but Perrine pushed through it to take care of the others (she felt like death after, but anything for her friends)

[pupyuj]

dubcon!!!!

being one of the best dancers on campus, it was a given that you’d get chosen to represent the school in an upcoming dance competition,,pero the catch is…you were partnered up with maloi, your no. 1 dance rival na super pikon at mainitin ang ulo😁ohmygoshhh imagine the anger and (sexual) tension kapag you and maloi are alone in a dance room, practicing and arguing with each other😵‍💫ughhh tas ikaw na medyo tanga-tanga (reader too prideful to admit she was struggling), kept fucking up the choreo over and over again, kaya a very angry g!p maloi fucked you instead😁fuck up the choreo, get fucked by her. simple. 🤷‍♀️ and since you’re prideful nga, you couldn’t allow yourself to enjoy what maloi was doing to you (u were crying and begging her na itigil), kahit deep inside (literally) ang sarap–🥴PLEASEEEE ugh hate sex >>> throwing insults at eo while fucking >>>>> OH AND MALOI IS VV ROUGH….😁😁😁😁😁😁

with love,

-🍒

🍒 anon our lord and savior thank you for this delicious ask 🤭 you always deliver and outdo me I LOVE YOU 😭😭‼️ kinda a long one kase i love toxic yuri WOOOOO

[cw: heavy dubcon, g!p maloi.]

almost everybody agreed that it was the worst idea in the world to have you and maloi partnered up and dancing together kase they knew neither of you would cooperate to get anything done 😭 and that was exactly what happened!! 💀 you, the bida-bida na masungit and super demanding pa and maloi, who refused to listen to anything you said and actually ignored your annoying ass most of the time and did her own thing 😭😭

maloi not having the patience for any mistakes so she makes a habit of pointing out where you were wrong all the time! like your toe could be facing the wrong angle and she’d give you the lip for it 😒 ofc there’s always some back and forth too.. getting all up in each other’s face and arguing about the other being a beat too late.. but ah it was impossible for you to focus when maloi looked too good drenched in sweat 😵‍💫‼️ doesn’t help that she sometimes refused to tie her hair up so her hair would just stick to her forehead, neck, and back and you’d ogle all over her when she wasn’t looking… watching and practically drooling while she drinks water and exposes her neck that was slick with sweat.. it was rlly embarrassing to admit that you did find her rlly attractive PERO YOU HAD A COMPETITION TO WIN 😤😤😤

tanginaaa getting sooo shy and quiet whenever she wants to personally guide you through a move you were obviously having a hard time following but refused to ask for help bcs of ur pride?/!;&3’ she tells you you’re wrong, walks over to your side and grabs your arms but you literally flinch away from her and glare at her to cover up how flustered you felt.. 🫣

“ang sensitive mo naman! ikaw na nga tinutulungan, ikaw pa mag-iinarte dyan!”

“sino ba kasi nagsabi na kailangan ko tulong mo?? i don’t need you for anything, ricalde. ever.”

“ewan ko sa’yo. edi mag mukhang tanga ka nang mag-isa.”

the conversation usually ends with a roll of your eyes and maloi walking away pero one day mas sobrang nakakaasar siya 😭 it was like she loved riling you up for no reason but also rlly just loved berating you whenever you made the smallest mistakes..

“mali. mali ulit. ang dami mong mali. do you ever do anything right?? this is why i tried to help you.”

“gusto mo lang ako tuksuhin. leave me alone, i’ll get better on my own.”

“i have been leaving you alone. seems like it hasn’t been doing much naman.”

ohhh you’d be so pisseddd 😭😭😭

“fuck you, ricalde.”

and she’d be pissed too bcs wtf?/?!;!/; she only tried to help 😒😒

“say that again.”

“fuck you.”

ayun suddenly your back gets thrown against the wall and maloi’s kissing you 🫣🫣 for such a tiny thing, she sure was strong.. no matter how much you resisted, she wouldn’t budge! you were pretty sure you could throw her to the ground with one arm until now.. seems like you should never underestimate her ever again 🤭 pushing her away, trying to kick her legs, and slapping her does nothing either.. esp when she slides her tongue inside your mouth and squeezes your ass with both hands, suddenly you were moaning even tho you were still actively trying to push her off..

loi forcing you to turn around and pressing your face against the wall while she pulls your skirt up.. god you were practically begging her to fuck you! she was looking right at your drenched panties and you still had the nerve to curse at her?? and that’s why your punishment is her only rubbing her tip against your panties, not doing anything further even while you’re pushing backwards against her..

“come on.. alam mo naman kung ano sasabihin mo diba?”

“j-just.. fuck me.. you’re so annoying.”

“tsk. wrong answer.” AND EVERY TIME YOU REFUSE TO BEG NICELY SHE SPANKS YOU?? she loves the sound of her hand hitting your plump ass and how you whine so cutely… spanks you until your cheeks were red and your panties are soaked not only with your wetness but also her precum bcs maloi wanted you so fucking bad 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 because of that ofc she doesn’t actually wait until you say “please” and before you knew it her throbbing cock was inside you, sitting snug inside your tight walls and stretching you out.. hitting all the right places that it makes you moan and moan until you were merely just standing there against the tinted windows, free for maloi to use as she pleases.. 🫠

it was hard enough to focus when she’s doing so fucking good pushing you to the edge.. even harder when she’s saying such mean things to your ear 😓 “y-you will not.. embarrass me… gawin mo ng tama yung choreography o-or… fuck..! or i’ll punish you just.. like this…” knowing maloi she’s probably just staring at your reflection in the window, enamoured by your pretty expressions while she fucked you harshly 🤤

and ykw neither of you will go back to practicing bcs sex that good has to be done over and over again are you kidding 🫠🫠 esp in the dance room where there’s sooo many things you could do.. maloi’s favorite?? fucking you doggy style facing the mirror so you can watch how good you looked taking it from behind for her like the good girl you actually are 🫣🥰

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Multifaceted (S.R.)

Summary: Reader interrogates a witness. Spencer can’t believe what he sees.  

Request: reader where she is super quiet, shy but really really sweet and soft spoken but she has these crazy interrogation skills and tactics that shock the team and Spencer Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader Category: Fluff Content Warning: Police interrogation mentions Word Count: 650

MASTERLIST

Spencer likes to think he knows you pretty well. You’d only started working with the BAU a couple weeks ago, but in those few weeks, he’d taken a particular interest in you.

Of course, that had nothing to do with the fact you were attractive (although you were). That would be shallow.

Instead, Spencer liked you because you were kind. There was an undeniable softness about you that extended far beyond your features. There had never been a moment between the two of you where he felt anything less than appreciated.

For that same reason, Spencer was worried about your first solo interrogation.

He just couldn’t stop thinking of his own. Thankfully, those many moons ago, Hotch had been nearby to put an end to his misery when he’d realized just how far out of his depths he was.

So, Spencer tries to return the favor. He doesn’t tell you that he’s watching because he doesn’t want you to think he is expecting failure.

He stands by. Just in case.

Spencer quickly realizes, however, that you are not the one who might need saving.

Behind the two way mirror, he sees an entirely different side of you. A side that is brusque and intimidating and notably not like the rest of you. Still, your charm somehow bleeds through the rough edges.

Spencer finds himself falling in an entirely different way. That stomach-sinking sensation breaks and makes way for butterflies that feel almost inappropriate.

He watches you with a morbid curiosity as his idyllic image of you dies on the metal table.

There is nothing resembling fear in you as you face evil. You are composed yet terrifying in quick, loud movements.

As you lean closer to something vile, he notices your lip and nose twitch in disgust.

He catches the way the man in the room practically cowers at the sound of your raised voice. He is reminded of the saying:

Demons run when a good man goes to war.

That is how he feels about you.

When you storm towards the exit, Spencer runs to greet you. In that brief time, he stubbornly clings to his vision of you as something soft. He is convinced, however silly it might seem, that something else has happened to explain your behavior.

Yet when he turns the corner and hears the door click shut, he is met with a familiar smile.

“Oh! Hey Spencer,” you chirp happily.

“Hey…” he mumbles suspiciously. He searches your expression for any sign of distress.

He finds none. He isn’t ready to give up just yet, though.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

You look confused, too. That is, until you realize what he meant.

“Oh, were you watching?”

“Yeah…” he confirms.

“So…” you urge him on with a wave of your hand.

He has no idea what you’re waiting for. You giggle as you notice his eyes following your hand like it would help the gears turn faster.

You snap your fingers. He snaps back to reality.

“Was it convincing?” you ask.

After a minute, he almost starts to question it, but he eventually concedes defeat.

“Wh—I-I mean, yeah!” he squeaks, “You were… very, very convincing.”

You recognize the flustered state of him. You take in pink cheeks and wide eyes that are looking anywhere but at you.

Slowly, you realize that Spencer had underestimated just how much of you he had yet to see. You capture that reaction in a treasured memory and tuck it away for a future date.

For now, you just giggle and return to the version of yourself that he was more familiar with.

“You think that’s bad?” you whisper through the side of your mouth, “You should see me when I’m hungry.”

Spencer laughs along with you, even though, if he were honest, he knew he’d like you just as much.

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Aaaa so happy for you congratulations!!! I wanted to request eustas kid x male reader (you can make it gn idm) but reader is from straw hats crew and is like really quiet, their not shy at all their just really quiet and kid goes up to them thinking their all shy and the reader just says something that has kid angry that he’s flustered

Silence Speaks: Eustass Kid x Strawhat!Reader

Includes: Kid , Male Reader , Strawhats

SLIGHT NSFW WARNING

A / N: THANK YOU <33. I LOVE THIS IDEA !! ESPECIALLY WITH A MALE READER !! ENJOY !! Feel free to request a part 2 if u liked this :3

You were quite a powerful member of the Strawhat Pirates. You were a formidable opponent when it came to archery , which is why you usually stayed behind with Usopp. You 2 fought very well together , but you hardly ever spoke to him.

You barely spoke to anyone. You liked quiet areas , so you would hang out with Robin while she read or with Sanji in the kitchen. You didn't mind Luffy's loud personality , but you did need a break often. Despite this , you were brave and headstrong.

This personality didn't stop , even when your crew allied with the Heart Pirates and the Kid Pirates. You took a particular interest towards the red haired captain , Eustass Kid.

Even if he was loud , he was interesting. Something about how he acted made you blush , but you would NEVER admit that. Especially not to him.

On this particular day , it was quite sunny and beautiful. Maybe it was the calm before the storm , or maybe it was a reward for everyone's hard work on Wano by far. The sun shined down line a spotlight , warming the area around your crew like you guys were the stars of the show.

The Strawhat allies were all aboard the Sunny to reconsider some plans they had made. Surprisingly , even the hot - headed captain of the Kid Pirates showed up. It was quite obvious by his yelling in the charting room compared to Law's calm words.

While the captain's spoke in private , the rest of their crews relaxed. You were now sitting next to Robin , reading a book she recommended you. Robin had to admit , you were a relaxing break from the other rowdy men on the crew. You brought silence , but understanding. Compared to the hard headed Swordsman , the flirtatious cook , the skeleton that wanted to see every woman's panties , the perverted cyborg , the loud doctor and sniper , you were basically the opposite of them. She liked that about you.

Because of this , the 2 of you were quite close to one another. Robin was also very observant , so she had a good eye for your true personality. You spoke to her , but as quietly as a mouse. She knew not to let your silent nature and quiet voice cover over the fact you're still a man. She's heard some of the bombastic shit you've said and she still laughs about it.

She knows people underestimate you because of it. They think you're shy. In reality , you're extremely strong and get the upper hand from cocky enemies that way.

By the time you and Robin finished a few chapters and began discussing things about the book , the captains had finished their meeting. You heard the laughing of your captain , the calm steps of the surgeon , and the loud stomping of the metal head.

You placed a book mark in your book and gently placed it down next to the dark haired woman. She cooked an eyebrow but said nothing more. You walked down the steps to them and waved. "Reader !!" Your captain shouted , wrapping his arms around you.

You smiled nervously and patted his back. Unbeknownst to you , amber eyes were trained on both of you. He walked away quickly into the kitchen. You let go of your childish captain and walked into the kitchen behind him.

Around this time , you make coffee / hot chocolate. Now , that's what you were doing. You heard some movement behind you and noticed Kid. You waved to him with a smile. He rolled his eyes and continued tinkering with whatever he was making.

"Why the fuck are ya so quiet ? How are ye gonna be a fuckin' pirate if yer shy ??" He spoke bluntly , amber eyes trained directly into the back of your head.

"Can't give a good blow job with a bad throat." You joked , a slight laugh leaving your lips. The only sound , aside from the water bubbling , that you could hear was angry / flustered blabbering.

"So yer just fuckin' weird ?" He was now standing directly behind you. He watched as you made your drink. You said nothing in return and just shrugged.

"Whats yer real reason , lil man ?" He crossed his flesh arm and metallic arm. "Little man ? That's quite rude. I'm older than you , Eustass Kid." You brushed past his shoulder to grab the mug you planned to use. You winked at him and smiled joyfully.

The younger male grabbed you by your hip and pushed you out of the way. "Shut the fuck up , shy boy." He smirked at you , assuming you were a bit angry. To his bewilderment , you weren't. You just smiled and continued making your drink.

"I just don't enjoy talking as much as the rest of the crew , if you want the truth. Hurts my throat and burns my braincells." The last part was half joking and half not. Your crew irritated you at some times , but they were still your family.

Despite how you normally don't speak , you and Kid talked for quite a while in the kitchen. It was mostly you talking and asking questions while he tinkered with some project. You enjoyed talking to the red haired man. Maybe you snd the hothead should speak more , you thought.

A charmer. One you haven't seen in years , he was similar to him. You didn't know anyone like him until him and Luffy. How surprising. That might've been why you were so drawn to him.

[tinypixl]

Inspired by Vrelnir saying that Harper was originally supposed to track down asylum escapee PC's on the blogspot a while ago, so here's a lil scene for how I imagine this could have gone (with a tiny sprinkle of wish fulfillment✨)

@pip-n-chips come get yo food, this was motivated by you digging up that old-ass ask 👀

Warnings/Additional Info: m!Harper, no smut sry, Harper being Harper, stalking, vomit mention, wobbly writing, implied past/future SA, traumatized PC, drugs, kidnapping, a tiny sprinkle of yandere

"...And remember, ladies and gentlemen," Harper said sternly, his hands folded behind his back: "You are dealing with a very disturbed and possibly confused individual that is quite capable of harming others as well as themselves."

Harper now finally turned to face the group of orderlies behind him with an unreadable expression. He paused for a few seconds, letting his words set in before continuing: "That being said, it is of upmost importance that you do not underestimate the patients intellectual capacity," Harpers expression remained unreadable but he visibly clenched his teeth, remembering how he himself had so stupidly miscalculated that sharp wit of yours.

"...Especially not after the incident that they caused a few days ago, which started this whole situation in the first place. The ones of you working in the asylum will know the full extend."

Some of the orderlies exchanged confused glances, the others knew better.

Harper turned around again and took a few steps forward. He stopped infront of a desk and picked up a piece of paper. It was a poster. A poster of you, with glazed, terror-stricken eyes. It had been taken when you first came to the asylum, now printed out as a warning to the townfolk (at least, that's the excuse he used in this case all the time: the safety of the townfolk...)

He inspected it incrediously, before swiftly fetching it as he spoke up once more: "I not only want you to be on the lookout for anyone entering and leaving the Nightingale hospital, I want you to keep an eye on the whole town, especially on Domus street. We've talked about the benefits those who'll retrieve this patient will recieve."

Harper looked upon that beautiful poster of yours once more before turning his head towards the orderlies one last time, the soft smile he usually wears had returned to his features.

"That was all, don't forget it," he remarked mannerly but one would've been reckless to ignore the discreet undertone of his voice.

"You are dismissed."

Orderlies began to shuffle out of the room. Harper made sure to wait until the last one left, the door slamming close before he returned his attention to the poster.

The dark room was dead quiet now with the only light peaking in through the thin lines of the shut blinds.

Harpers thumb gently brushed over the cheek of your image as he only took in your haunted expression for a moment. Then, he moved his arm to put it back on the desk again but stopped short of it's surface. Instead, he folded it three times and put it in the right pocket of his doctor's coat for later. It's not the first copy he lended for personal use but it's okay, he made enough for it not to make a difference.

To his suprise, he actually found himself feeling quite giddy today. It was certainly a big improvement from last weeks mood.

That being said, he still chastised himself for his embarrassing underestimation of your character. After all, it was extremely significant for his profession to be wary and watchful. But you were always so unassuming. Harper had carelessly mistaken your quietness as flustered shyness, maybe even submission. A mistake, that had made him want to rip his hair out when it finally hit him.

Your mind's stubborn refusal of his hypnosis attempts should've been a major red flag for that but then again, you'd never made the impression of an unruly patient who was plotting something. You weren't really popular with the other patients, mostly keeping to yourself and studying. You never resisted the rest of the treatment, never attacked him, always looking at him with those big innocent doe eyes-

Harper slammed his hands on the desk in front of him, some of his irritation returning accompanied by an odd fluttering in his stomach.

That little plan of yours had set into motion about two months ago, he reckoned. He recalled the view in front of him, of the flimsy hospital gown barely covering your supple body and how you'd obeyed his command to sit on his lap without any protests. The way your plush thighs had pressed against his own...

He could still feel the shivers go right into his crotch thinking about it... And how you'd kissed him then... Your soft lips hungrily bruising his, wet little tongue peaking into his mouth. So eager, so devoted... He really thought then that you'd lusted for him in the same vain that he had for you for so, so long.

A shaky breath came through Harper's slightly parted mouth. He wasn't entirely sure if you'd taken his keycard then or after he had you bend over his desk but it was gone in the evening. He'd spend the entirety of that day flushed with his heart pumping, he hadn't thought much of it going missing, as he'd also visited the farm not too long after. There was a spare he'd kept after all so it didn't matter much to him, thinking it just fell out in his lust-filled stupor...

Imagine his horror when he'd gotten all the patients back under control during that incident and you were suddenly missing. He'd even been worried at first that you'd gotten attacked and were lying somewhere, hurt. The security footage disproved that rather quickly. None of the orderlies had been able to find, let alone retrieve you from the surrounding area.

He'd spend that whole evening looking for you, and the entire night looking through hours upon hours of security footage. You'd entered the security room the same evening you'd stolen his keycard. That had also been when your frequent studying habit started. Every single damn textbook you'd used had been looked through by him that night. Oh you smart, slippery little thing. You'd been trying to figure out how to manipulate the control panel all this time...

A uncharacteristic grin formed on Harper's lips, his giddiness returning. Right, you were smart and you'd tricked him. He gave you that. But you were also all alone. Sure, he couldn't really waltz into Bailey's territory to get you back, you were still his ward which he hated, he should be the one in control, it wasn't enough to desperately pull on your delicate strings-

But you also wouldn't be able to hide in the orphanage forever. Eventually, you would have to resume your everyday life and then it would only be a matter of time.

Harper glanced into the asylum's yard through the cracks of the blinds, watching all the small moving figures.

It would only be a matter of time before he got you back.

~

A few small knocks rang against your door. The noise didn't startle you too much anymore, you'd gotten used to it pretty quickly after coming back. Despite this, it seemed a bit different today. With how early it was you first thought that it had been Bailey but the softness of the knocks contradicted that assumption.

For another moment, you just laid there, staring up at the ceiling before exhaling and dragging yourself to your dingy bedroom door.

Through the little gap, the flickering light of the hallway as well as two big, round, sympathetic eyes greeted you. Robin. She wore that small apologetic smile, with her brows softly knitted over her eyes. You adored that expression as much as you loathed it sometimes, it made you feel so pitied...

"Hey, how are you feeling?", Robin inquired carefully.

Stuttering, you could only give her a rather vague answer: "Umm I... I d-don't know I... think I'm okay...?"

"Do you think that... Maybe you'll be able to go to school again? No pressure of course! I'm just... A bit worried that you'll maybe miss too many hours. Don't want you to get written up or anything.."

Sweat collected on your hands that you tried to wipe on your pyjama pants. Robin was right but... You were still a bit... skeptical about assuming that you're in the clear just because you escaped but you couldn't tell her that.

Robin noticed your inner tutmoil and chimed in once more: "Of course, I'd walk with you to and from school! Just like you did when I was...", she trailed off.

Your mouth felt dry, trying to force out an answer.

"... Okay. I'll get ready."

Robin beamed at you before telling you to come to her room when you were done. It's fine you figured, you couldn't hide in the orphanage forever.

~

It was, in fact, not fine. But you didn't figure that out soon enough, the days after you'd gone to school again running just too smoothly. Despite looking over your shoulder, you never saw anyone watching. On the third day you even felt save enough to start to go to work on your own again.

Now, hiding in an alleyway beside two dumpsters in the dead of night, you noticed your slip-up.

Your hands were clutching a poster that you had ripped off the wall behind you minutes prior and probably the reason why you were in this situation in the first place. Your face was plastered on top. On the bottom it read: 'Warning! Dangerous asylum escapee; Caution is advised' along with a number to call about your last whereabouts. You had never been a danger to other people and still weren't but you knew the truth didn't matter in this town. Not when it was so easy for someone sneaky and powerful enough to just twist it to their advantage.

It was now abundantly clear to you where the orderlies you'd ran from earlier came from. Why didn't any of those posters catch your attention before?

Quietly, you huddled further into yourself beside the two dumpsters, trying to keep it together.

The alley lead into a dead-end but maybe, just maybe you were lucky and they hadn't seen you go in. You assumed they were still searching the surrounding area, so if you were quiet enough-

"Are you certain they went this way? You haven't found any trace of them yet."

You almost choked on the air that you were trying to inhale, hands instantly clasping over your mouth as you tried to keep yourself from hyperventilating. Of course, you'd recognize that smooth almost plummy voice instantly. You briefly wondered why he'd make such a big effort of showing up himself to bring you back but then again, the poster clutched in your hands over your mouth should've been enough prove to you that he was very serious about this.

A group of footsteps ripped you out of your thoughts and made your heart jump in terror. They were still rather distant but... definitely in the alleyway you were hiding in.

"100% sure Doctor, 'seen them go in this direction myself. We've searched any possible place they might've went. They have to be in here."

Oh god, you felt like you were going to throw up. The footsteps came closer, you could hear it. The ones closest to you sounded calm as they could be. Unrushed, taking their sweet time before they suddenly stopped.

"Alright. Let me handle this.", Harper's voice rang out once more. Now you could only hear those calm, slow footsteps coming closer and closer. Tears stung at the corners of your eyes.

Your name being called out gingerly sent a cold shiver down your spine. Harper's voice had taken on a soothing tone, the same one he used to play-pretend a normal doctor, the same one he used to hypnotise people:"... You don't have to be afraid any longer. I'm here to help you!"

At this point, you had completely given up on trying to control your breathing. Instead trying to hold you breath as much as could to prevent a full-blown panic attack. Prey, you felt like cornered prey.

"Please don't make this so hard on the both of us. I can help you. You'll feel so much better with regular treatment, I promise..."

Tears now ran down your cheeks freely as it took everything in you not to sob in pure horror. Despite your heartbeat pounding in your ears you heard clearly that his voice had started to shake slightly; giddy with anticipation. You needed to get out of here... You needed to get out of here!

"Someone in your predicament shouldn't be without help for so long...", his voice became more breathy as he closed in on your hiding spot.

"We both know that I know what's best for you..", the edge of lust in it was now unmistakeable. He was getting off on this.

You bit down on your tongue, trying to still your quivering form. You'd captivated the dear doctor, so much more than you could have known that you did and now, you'd pay gravely for your mistake-

"Got you."

A bloodcurdling scream tore out of your throat when his flushed, panting face was suddenly inches away from yours. It was instantly muffled by a chloroform-drenched rag. In your adrenaline-fueled desperation, you tore on his arm and pulled him down with you.

It took Harper by suprise and he crashed down on his knees, which gave you the chance to draw in a last-minute breath before wasting no more time to get to your feet to bolt out of the alley.

Something brushed over the hood of your jacket, trying to grasp ahold of it but failing as you ran, ran, ran

right into the arms of the two orderlies, to your unfortune.

"Not so fast!", one of them commanded. You tugged against them but they have you held tightly by both arms.

The clicking sound of dress shoes against concrete rang in your ears. You lifted your head to Doctor Harper's approaching figure.

Finally, the loud sob you'd been holding in slipped from you. You started struggling even harder against the two orderlies, nauseous with pure dread.

"Easy there kid.", one of the oderlies told you but you couldn't hear them, your mind preoccupied with primal fear.

Harper steps in front of you, with his usual soft, creepy smile.

"Sshhh..." Harper gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before firmly grasping your chin. His thumb lightly stroking it.

"Don't worry, I know what you need. I know that you need me."

With that, he held the rag to your face tightly as he continued to shush your muffled cries.

His thumb never leaving the softness of your cheek until your lights went out.

[xinsareforever]

I honestly love reading your headcannons. I would love to see Answer and Zato sfw and nsfw height difference headcannon where reader was shorter than them

Answer x Reader (R) / ZATO-1 x reader (R)

Topic: SFW and NSFW with a short reader

A/N: YOU SKIPPED THE LINE WITH THIS ONE !!

TAGS: SFW, fluff,NSFW, height difference, 18+, doub. penetration, Gen neutral

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SFW

- Despite the height difference, he would respect the reader's capabilities, whether in combat or other talents. His reactions might lean more on the considerate side, possibly being protective but also making sure to never underestimate them because of their stature.

- He might casually tease the reader about their height in a lighthearted way but always in a respectful tone. "Guess I’ll have to duck a bit more around you, huh?"

-When fighting or training together, he might quickly offer tips or adjust strategies that best suit the reader’s size, never seeing it as a limitation. "Your speed is your strength—use that to your advantage."

-Answer is always business-focused, so he'd never make the reader feel inadequate because of their height. He would probably even praise them for using it to their advantage in ninja-like tactics.

NSFW

(NOW THE GUD PART)

-He will still love you the same way In the bedroom. He will try to actually consider the height difference while doing it and try not to hurt you in anyway possible.

-Its really all on you the way you want it; Answer is always respectful of what you want and is trying to make sure you are ok with what ever he is about to do.

-He may also tease you during it. Saying that "You don't want him to pull out since your really tight". You give him a flustered look, blushing at him but you're to into the pleasure to care much

-When he releases, not really a big load but will take it out most likely if he's not ready for kids. Don't worry his pull out game is good !

-Will always try to care for you after sex and makes sure to get you anything that you want. If you need anything he's most likely already gone before you say something.

SFW

-Zato, being more mysterious and reserved, might approach the situation differently. With his connection to the shadow, Eddie, his interaction with the reader could reflect his quiet and calculating nature. However, the height difference wouldn't be much of an issue for Zato. He would be more focused on their abilities and mindset.

-Zato likely wouldn’t comment on the reader’s height often. He’s not the type to point out something so trivial, unless it’s in a specific context. He values strength and strategic thinking over physical traits.

-Given Zato's darker, more intense personality, he might feel protective of the reader, especially when their height makes them seem more vulnerable. His shadow, Eddie, might reflect this by wrapping protectively around the reader during combat or tense moments.

-Zato might subtly guide the reader, teaching them ways to use their size to their advantage in combat or negotiations. He would appreciate a quick and nimble ally, using their smaller stature for precise, hard-to-read movements.

-Well if you already know how to use combat (which you should) Zato will let you fight on your own but will not let you get pummeled at all. SO he always there by your side.

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NSFW

-Like Answer, Zato will consider your height and try to be gentle on you. He's also trying to instruct you kind of in his way of making sure nothing bad happens. You do not have to listen to him though and go your own pace.

-Zato is a gentle and savory gentlemen during sex and goes slowly on you trying to make you two comfortable while chasing your highs. He also adores seeing you small structure under his muscular body,

-Eddie will try to mess around during you and Zato's private time and try to sneak in a tentacle. When you call it out, it stops completely and Zato just tells you that its just Eddie

-Again, Zato does not mind what you want and will do it for you. If you want it rough your definitely in for a ride. Hoping Venom or Millia does not hear you two. Your moans are gonna be laced in Zato's name as he goes deeper into you.

-"Lower your voice Y/N it my alert others near" as he covers your mouth.

-Zato will care for you after intercourse as always. Trying to make sure your all set and ready for bed; Trying to be close to him and cuddling up together.

[kyujism]

rises the blue moon . . yanqing x reader

synopsis: yanqing was a cute little fighter you always took care of once in a blue moon.

a/n: errr havent played hsr in a long time but i pulled him hes such a cutie i had to write abt him bro☹️☹️ no proofread btw this is just a random story

Once in a blue moon, there was a little fighter named Yanqing who crossed paths with you, and you found yourself taking care of him. Yanqing possessed a fiery spirit that burned brightly within him. He was a determined individual who never got hurt easily and took his training with utmost seriousness. On the other hand, you were more calm and structured, providing the guidance and care he needed. Together, you formed an unlikely bond that blended strength with tenderness. Even if you saw him once or twice a month.

Yanqing's confidence sometimes bordered on cockiness, but it was hard not to be charmed by his enthusiasm. His belief in himself was infectious, and it often brought a smile to your face. You admired his unwavering dedication to his craft and the way he approached each challenge with unyielding determination.

As the days passed, you became the one he turned to for advice, support, and a calming presence. You offered him a steady hand, guiding him through the ups and downs of his training journey. Your structured approach helped him refine his techniques and channel his energy more effectively. While Yanqing was the spark, you were the grounding force that kept him on track.

Despite his confident exterior, Yanqing had a softer side that occasionally peeked through. He blushed and got flustered when you praised his progress or showed concern for his well-being. It was in those moments that you saw the vulnerability beneath his tough exterior, and you cherished the opportunity to be there for him.

Your care for Yanqing extended beyond the physical realm. You made sure he had a balanced diet, providing him with nutritious meals and snacks to fuel his training. You encouraged him to rest and recover when necessary, emphasizing the importance of self-care. Through your nurturing presence, you taught him the value of taking care of oneself, both mentally and physically.

The bond between the two of you grew stronger with each passing day. You celebrated his victories together, whether they were small improvements in technique or significant milestones in his training. When he stumbled or faced setbacks, you offered a comforting shoulder and words of encouragement, reminding him that failure was merely a stepping stone to success.

Yanqing's growth as a fighter was undeniable, and it was a joy to witness his progress. His skills became more refined, his movements more fluid, and his confidence soared to new heights. He began to inspire others with his determination and passion, serving as a role model to those who saw his journey unfold.

But amidst the training and the victories, there were also moments of quiet intimacy between you and Yanqing. In those rare instances, when the world faded into the background, you shared heartfelt conversations about dreams, fears, and hopes for the future. These were the moments when Yanqing let his guard down completely, revealing a vulnerable side that only you were privy to.

As time went on, you realized that your connection with Yanqing went beyond the realm of mentorship. It was a bond fueled by mutual respect, care, and admiration. Your role in his life had evolved into something more profound—a source of strength, inspiration, and unwavering support.

Yanqing, in turn, had become an integral part of your own journey. His zest for life and his unyielding spirit reminded you of the importance of embracing challenges and pursuing your dreams with relentless determination. He taught you to find joy in the smallest victories and to never underestimate the power of self-belief.

The bond you shared with Yanqing was a testament to the transformative power of connection and support. Through your guidance and care, he blossomed into a formidable fighter, while you discovered a newfound purpose in nurturing his growth. Together, you formed an unbreakable team, ready to face any obstacle that came your way.

In the end, it was not just Yanqing who grew through your care and support. You, too, were forever changed by the presence of this cute little fighter in your life. And as you continued to walk alongside each other, hand in hand, you knew that your bond would endure, transcending the boundaries of time and distance.

[mischiefmanaged71]

In this moment (3/?)

Summary: A single moment can spark a magnificent change in a person’s life.

A/N: Peaky Blinders AU, Ewan Mitchell OC x fem!reader

To say Y/N felt tense at the prospect of someone staying in her flat would be an underestimation. She felt on edge at the prospect of Will, the handsome bodyguard that had her acting in an absurd manner moving into her flat.

Will would join her tonight and then her downfall would begin. She suddenly became aware of his presence behind every corner. His steps wandering around his bedroom. The scent of coffee and smoke, although he always minded to open the window when he did. He was neat, keeping most of his clothes in his room, save for a jacket thrown over the chair or his coat the doorway which reminded her of the man staying in her space. Will also enjoyed tinkering, always fiddling with something in his hand, whether it be his watch or the switch-blade he kept hidden beneath his waistband.

One afternoon she had wandered over to his room, a clean towel in hand when she noticed his door ajar. Her mouth fell agape, eyes widening at the sight of a shirtless back that she almost dropped everything in her grip. She thought her heart would burst from her chest, glossing over the state unbeknownst to Will until he turned around and caught her gaze through the door.

Y/N quickly closed her mouth, regaining her composure as she, "I-I wanted to ask if you needed anything?"

"I'm alright.” he assured her.

"Right." She nodded, averting her eyes from his chest.

Will caught the flush of her cheeks as she avoided his stare and made her exit. He wandered into the doorway, leaning against the wall with a smile tugging at his lips at her flustered state.

That moment was the first of many encounters that reminded her of why she attested Tommy and Arthur's authority.

***

The crackle of the radio sounded in the background, lulling the many thoughts of work from Y/N’s mind as she waited for the coffee to brew on the stove. The early hours of the morning were quiet as she moved around the flat. With the addition of Will, however, there had been a change of pace in the flat. 

The place was subtly different in a way with the addition of his presence in different rooms. The coat on the hanger in the doorway, the scent of his remaining cologne on the sofa cushions, along with the ash tray by the window where he regularly sat in his thoughts. 

She poured a cup of coffee for him. Black, of course, leaving it on the bench top. Every morning he would accept it with a grateful smile, ever subtle, each time. No matter, the gentle look always managed to stir something in her stomach as she distracted herself.

Y/N reached for the mug on the top shelf, leaning onto the tops of her toes when an arm brushed her’s, grasping the mug. She gasped lightly, glancing at Will’s body brushing against her own, his hand offering it up. 

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

She could feel his eyes on her as she worked, pouring the hot liquid into the mugs. When she turned, her mouth open and closed as their eyes met. The breath trapped in her throat at the proximity of their faces as she exhaled. The intensity of the stare gracing her face was what halted her movement as she froze.

He broke the silence first, sipping from the mug without breaking contact “Have you always lived here?”

She blinked, “No. I grew up in a flat near the Shelby’s original residence. Moved here when I could afford it. I suppose with your job, you’re always moving around?”

Will nodded, “I go where the work takes me.”

“How long do you stay in one place?”

“Depends on the contract. Some last a few weeks, months. Longest job was eight months.”

She sent him a sympathetic look, “That must be difficult. Never staying in one place too long.”

“Well, let’s hope this one sticks. I have a good feeling.” he surmised, the slight upturn of his lips.

She mustered a response, “No complaints, so far. I suppose that’s good for you.” somewhat unsure where the teasing remark came from.

“My last job wasn’t entirely as nice as this.” he said.

“In what way?”

“Well, for one thing...” he placed the mug down, leaning against the benchtop, “My previous clients weren’t nearly as...charming.”

She refused to let him see her flustered state, hiding the smile behind her mug, “Oh.”

A soft chuckle left his mouth, “Do you always get this flustered?”

Oh.

“What?” she softly asked, eyes widened. 

“Just asking.” he breathed. She traced his muscles as he folded his arms across his chest. "Your hands are shaking."

She placed them still at her side. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

He didn’t need to step any closer to notice the tells. The wavering gaze, the dilated pupils. The pause each time his hand brushed her own, or he stood close enough to register the sharp intake of breath. 

“Why won’t you look at me?” his stepped closer, leaving a gap between them.

She huffed, shaking her head slightly in defiance, “I-what does that have to do with anything?”

“You’re standing...close.” she exhaled, meeting his gaze in a show of correcting his statement. Although, she wasn’t too sure if that worked in her favour as Y/N found herself absorbed in his blue eyes again. 

His eyes flickered to her lips and back. She felt her breath hitch at his hand ghosting over her’s. Will was reading her reaction tentatively, studying her. 

“What’re you doing?” she whispered.

He hummed, “Just seeing something.”

Her lips parted, breath becoming difficult to grasp with his close proximity as her eyelids fluttered. Will tilted his head, his fingers brushing her arm as he blinked, nodding ever so slightly.

“Right.” Will raised his eyebrows. He would play into her wishes, wavering the notion for now, “We best be going.”

She exhaled as he left the kitchen counter, leaving to grab his coat. Her eyes fell shut as she exhaled deeply. Her hands shook as she gripped her bag. It was only a matter of how far her limits could be tested before something actually happened.

***

“I fear I may drop from a heart attack tomorrow.” she spoke into the phone, gripping the receiver in hand as she laid on her bed. 

“You just need to breathe. These feelings, whatever they are, will simmer. It’ll pass.”

“You don’t understand, Ada. I’m stumbling through sentences. My hands shake. I fear my heart will...burst out of my chest. I didn’t think someone could actually be so beautiful...and when he looks at me. His eyes are so blue.” she sighed in a breath.

Ada hummed, “Seems to me things are moving fast.”

The woman groaned, dropping onto the pillow again “What am I gonna do? I can’t breathe around the man.”

“How bad is it, really? You’re spending an awful lot of time with an attractive man devoted to protect you. Where is the issue?” she asked, 

Y/N bit her lip, “He’s always got this knowing look and that smirk-” she paused, a sigh leaving her mouth “I’m terrible at hiding my emotions, Ada. I don’t know...”

“You could talk to Tommy or Arthur about it.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, “No. That would make things exponentially worse. Besides-he’s good at his job. I wouldn’t want to get him fired.”

“Do go on.” Ada drawled.

“He’s...” she trailed off, eyes wandering the ceiling, “attentive...kind. He always seems to anticipate what I need. And he does make me feel safe.”

Silence rang on both sides as Y/N breathed, the words ringing through her mind.

“Sounds to me that you’ve got no problem there. What is the worst that could happen?”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” she replied, pushing her hair back, “I’ll talk to you soon. Give my love to Karl.”

“Love you, Y/N.”

She hung up the receiver, sighing as she closed her eyes. Y/N moved off the bed, wandering to her door to the kitchen. To her surprise, Will wandered from his door at the same time. She scanned the fitted white shirt he wore, along with the casual trousers as it was the later hours of evening settled. She froze in the doorway, meeting his gaze and the smirk that laid there as he stepped toward her. 

“Hi,” she breathed.

“Hi.” he smiled, leaning against the doorway “Who was that?”

“Oh-it was Ada. Just catchin’ up.”

He nodded, “Right. How is she?”

“Good.” she averted her eyes, nodding, “Yeah. Busy with Karl and work.”

“Nothing else?” he asked.

“No. Not really.” she moved to step around when his arm leaned against the doorway, halting her movement.

Will's lips were pursed as he studied her face, "You sure about that?"

"Yes." She breathed.

His warm breath brushed her cheek. He hummed, “The walls are actually thinner than you think.”

TAGS

Y/N felt her face grow warm as her stomach dropped at the comment. She froze up, meeting his gaze and words escaped her entirely. He simply smirked at her before departing downstairs, leaving her with many thoughts of what could’ve been as she retreated to her room. Her head banged against the door tirelessly.

"Fuckin' hell."

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[vega-creates-things]

Muse (Part 2)

ROTTMNT Leo x GN/Rabbit Yokai!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Embarrassment, Aged-up Turtles

Synopsis: You've been visiting Run Of The Mill Pizza maybe a little too often just to see the blue clad turtle of your affections and draw him. You're pretty sure he hasn't noticed you at all, bad news for you, he has and he is far too curious about why you watch him.

A/N: Here we go again! Part two baby!! Heck yeah. I like how this one turned out!!! This is a repost from my old side blog since I wanted to make a main blog for this stuff.

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Since the first encounter at Hueso's pizza joint, Leo had come to pester you dozens of times if you happened to be there together. Then there was the fact you had both exchanged phone numbers, and the way that had made your heart beat so fast that while you were heading home you thought you were having a heart attack...

All in all you had had a crazy two weeks of seeing him just about every other day. He was consistent and so were you- though, because of this, Hueso had begun to make small playful comments that you were attempting to run for most loyal customer against the Hamato's- something with which you knew you would never win.

Everything was going great though. You felt happier than you had in a long time and it showed. Even Leo had taken notice...

"So, you smile more now."

"What?" You cast your gaze over to your table guest and furrowed your brow.

Leo rolled his eyes, toying with one of his odachi as he continued to speak- god... you were almost worried he was going to cut himself on that thing if he wasn't careful. "So when I first noticed you watching me all the time you always looked so serious. I thought you just had a bad day, but then every time I noticed you, I realized that was the normal expression." He shrugged, sheathing the sword and settling back against his chair. "Lately, however, you've actually been smiling- a lot. Why might that be?" He inquired with a teasing lilt, giving you his classic bemused grin.

You could tell what he was implying, and that he solely meant it as a joke, so you simply knitted your fingers together, leaning over the table slightly and eyeing him. "Yeah, I think maybe my tragic disease of resting bitch face is finally clearing up." You offered, keeping a serious tone until he burst out laughing, and then you couldn't help but smile.

The slider leaned closer to you. "Awh, are you sure it isn't to do with my wonderful presence?" He cooed, batting his eyes at you in a playfully flirting manner. Leo slowly began to reach forward, being as slow as possible to not draw attention to his attempt at working your sketchbook from where it sat on the tabletop.

You didn't notice at first, not until he got a little too close to you and you got flustered, glancing down to avert your gaze and then tugging your book away, instantly narrowing your eyes and glancing up at him again after you settled the object underneath your legs where he couldn't get to it unless he was REALLY desperate.

Too close. Oh my god he was practically an inch from your face.

The moment he had realized that you had caught on he lightly slammed his hands on the table and then slumped into his chair, tipping it onto the back legs before bringing his legs up onto the table and crossing them. "Didn't think you'd catch on that fast."

You nodded and let out a quiet "mm-hmm" as you absently took careful and gentle hold of your right ear, bringing it down next to your face and just rubbing the soft fur. "Then you underestimate me, blue boy." You chuckled wryly, leaning to rest your head in your hands, watching him with intrigue.

Pouting ever so slightly, Leo watched you a moment longer, and then much to his chagrin, he had his legs knocked off of the table by Hueso who simply gave him a long look.

"Feet off the table pepino." His voice was relatively kind, as usual, but there was a mild exasperation to it.

Leo's face grew hot as he glanced up at the skeleton. "I- uh- sorry-" he offered a small and nervous chuckle, fidgeting with his hands and going a bit quiet.

Hueso shook his head and sighed, patting Leo on the head. "Just don't let me catch you doing it again." He offered, heading off to take care of some new customers.

Letting out a long, low whistle, you eye Leo up with quiet amusement. "I don't think I've seen you go quiet like this in all the time I've known you." You teased, lightly brushing your foot against his ankle in a soft nudging gesture.

He jumped slightly at the touch but almost immediately returned it. "Yeah, yeah. You've never seen me get quiet, I've never seen inside that book of yours. I think we're even-" instantly pausing to lightly tap his chin, Leo offered a thoughtful hum. "Actually, wait. We aren't. You've seen me be quiet now which means..." he trailed off, waiting for you to catch on.

"Nope. That's not how this works, Leo." You reached forward and patted him on the cheek before looking over to your right for a moment, thinking to yourself.

Honestly you felt so amazed and lucky with the fact that you two had grown so comfortable with each other already. It was nice... different than what you were used to. Granted, what you were used to was hours of trying to force yourself to get along with people who didn’t actually want anything to do with you. You had dealt with many fake friends, but with Leo it was different. Things came naturally between you both.

Seeming as if he had rad your thoughts- or something, Leo offered you a sympathetic look and took one of your hands. , smoothing his thumb over the soft fur.  "Did I lose you there for a second?" He inquired. You hadn't even noticed you were frowning until he had said that.

Blinking away the glazed look in your eyes, you quickly focused on him. "No, no. I'm here. I'm good. I just got stuck in some thoughts." You waved your hand at him in a silent way of saying "don't worry".

He instantly rose a brow and pulled his hands away, the warmth immediately being missed. "Riiiight. Well how about you show me what's in the book as a nice distraction?"

"Not a chance." You pursed your lips and shook your head, tapping your fingers on the hard wood tabletop.

"I'll see inside it some day."

That had you laughing. He was so insistent, and that seemed to be his favourite way of letting you know he still had hope for the answer to change.

Before either of you could say anything, his phone buzzing brought you out of the whole situation and he frowned instantly, quickly apologizing before taking his phone out and reading through the texts, quickly replying.

After that it only took few seconds for him to stand and offer you a slightly sad expression. "So..."

"You have to go?"

He nodded, not bothered that you had cut him off. "Yeah... my brother's said its important-"

"That's okay. We will see each other again." You said it like a promise and he couldn't help but smile in response, opening his mouth to respond when his phone buzzed again.

He checked it and then lolled his head back, a frustrated huff leaving him and then he was just gone, leaving you at the table alone... like always.

—

First , Next

[iameliseposts]

Study For Spoils - Riddle x MC

I’m absolutely awful at proofreading, so if there are any grammar mistakes, uh oops. I hope you all enjoy!

“Textbook?”

 “Yes.” 

“Stationary?”

“Yep.”

“Scrap paper?” 

“Dude, I got everything,” You sigh, “I brought my entire bag.”

Riddle takes a seat beside you. The quiet atmosphere of the library was just right. The lights were dimmed down, suiting the evening mood. You and Riddle choose to sit at the very corner of the library. A small peaceful space for you two. 

It was hard learning about this new world. You just got thrown into these new surroundings; it's only natural to get some help. And who else to ask other than the school’s number one student? Riddle was exemplary, to say the least. You knew this first hand. After his overblot, the two of you quickly hit it off, despite the rocky start. You were basically an honorary member of Heartslaybul with how much you were over there. You were invited to all unbirthday parties or just the regular tea parties Riddle hosted. 

At first you went for your two friends, Ace and Deuce. They needed help with edicate anyways, let’s be real. However now… spending time with Riddle was enjoyable. You couldn’t the times you giggled into your teacup while Riddle was being, well Riddle. And he *never* got mad at you for breaking a rule. Most people would have gotten a 1000 word essay or extra work as punishment, but you merely got a curt reprimand. It was clear Riddle was trying really hard to be laid back for you. Oh how wonderful it feels! 

It was only natural you gained feelings. He was so dedicated and diligent, you couldn’t help it! And he was so sweet. You already expected your feelings to be one sided. He was already in a long term relationship with his schoolwork. However, each day only increased your feelings for him. He helped you numerous times with work and was still helping. 

“Alright, so. Before we go onto more difficult minerals,” Riddle started, “let’s start with some of the more known ones. I’m sure you’re familiar with Magestones?”

“Yes I am,” You preen, feeling proud of yourself for knowing. “They’re the stone on your pen! Oh, and on Grim’s collar! Despite being known as common, it does take some effort to get a sizeable amount.”

Riddle smiled, pleased with the response, “Yes correct. You’ve been studying well.”

“It's because I have a great tutor!” You replied immediately. After all, you wanted to tell him how much he’s helped you.

Riddle’s cheeks turned a little pink as he looked away. “Please, it's because of your efforts. You put in the work and are now rewarded.” 

You pouted a bit. ‘Come on!’ You thought furiously, ‘At least some of the credit is Riddle’s! Why won’t he accept it??’ You wanted to scoot closer to reply, but you underestimated how sturdy the chair was. 

You got launched forward and you heard Riddle call your name. It all happened in a blur. Riddle had tried to catch you, but ended up falling underneath, with you. Fortunately, the fall was soft for you. After all, you landed on… Riddle’s chest??

“AH I’M SO SORRY!” You nearly screech, lifting your head off his chest. You got on your hands to stop invading his personal space, but now you went and pinned him to the floor.

You look over at Riddle to apologize again, but he was staring at you. His face was bright red, redder than his hair. This usually meant he was furious and no one should be within a 100 meter radius from him, but he looks flustered. Or maybe shy? He was looking longingly at your lips. *Pitter patter pitter patter* You hoped he couldn’t hear your speeding heartbeat. …Okay, you made a decision. Which was basically a gamble on your feelings. 

You bent down, closing in on Riddle’s lips. But right before both your lips touched, you whispered, “May I?” Riddle was an actions over words person. And he responded by crashing his lips into yours.

Riddle was sheltered his whole life. He didn’t make many friends, let alone actual relationships. He didn’t know how to kiss properly. His teeth bumped into yours and his lips were stiff. …But it was the most magical thing you’ve seen in this world. You balanced yourself up on one hand and caressed his check with your free hand. He seemed to relax with your touch.

You pulled back to give yourself air. Riddle panted a bit, not used to these activities in the slightest. You never would have thought he would divorce homework for you, but you were endlessly happy. “You know,” you started, “I’d study more if you rewarded me some.” 

Riddle’s eyebrows raised in surprise before he gave one of his adorable and genuine smiles. “Alright. I’ll spoil you if you do well on the self test about minerals that I brought.” 

Oh right, you forgot about that.

[codegeassfacts]

Code Geass Lelouch of the Rebellion R2 Sound Episode 3 // Not Canon (Crack)

For More information about the Sound Drama, check the post for the First Sound episode over there

1 - REGENERATION (C.C.'s second character song) 2 - Short Drama "Mr. Geass Academy Rebellion" 3 - Short Drama "A Hundred Geass Ghost Stories" 4 - REGENERATION (Instrumental)

Regeneration, Lelouch's second character song, sung by Jun Fukuyama

Audio Drama "Mr. Geass Academy Rebellion" Many thanks to the lovely @natsuhikira for this Drama

Charles speaks his usual bullshit about our world not being one and only and about the past, present and future all existing blablabla, he is basically warning you what's coming after is bullshit. Lelouch comes in and is welcomed by Nunnally, who is the principal of the school, he was awaited as the new professor, they heard of his doing and wanted him here. He introduces himself as Lelouch Lamperouge, a teacher whose job is to deal with delinquants school after school. Nunnally wants him to fix things with the delinquants in her school so it gets back to being a worthy britannian school.

Lelouch asks if that's this bad and Nunnally say it is, as no one act like a person anymore, they can't hold themselves, they have no education and it's like a zoo.

Lelouch is confident about being able to deal with them, but Nunally warns him to not underestimate them, his class is like the worst and previous teachers ended up in hospitals. Lelouch says he can handle that, and he asks Nunnally to stop talking of them like that, as they could hear that and that would be hurtful. Lelouch then goes in his first class, the third beast class, and there is only one student in there; Cecile. They do their introductions, Cecile is very cheerful. Lelouch notices she looks very normal; Eventually, Cecile says that no one came today, to Lelouch's lack of luck, so she proposes him to bring him where they are, to which he agrees. She then brings him to the campus and …Delinquant Orange welcome them. He wants to know who dares to step in there; Lelouch reminds him they are outside and introduces himself before asking him who he is. He is the caid of this place and his name is Jeremiah Gottwald. As they argue about stuff, Lelouch kind of calls Orange….tangerine, which drives Jeremiah super crazy over the nickname, yelling "Mikan /Tangerine) everywhere and getting insane at it, he tries to murder Lelouch. Lelouch then uses his geass to calm Jeremiah. Cecile blames him for using it and Lelouch wonders who she knows about it, as it's a secret Then they meet Lloyd, he is the shadow of the caid; After things get a little out of hand, Lelouch geasses Lloyd and, as he seemingly promised before, leaves the choice of the order to Cecile, she then asks Lloyd to date her;

Lloyd then dutifully agrees and propose to Cecile, leading her to yell in joy and being super flustered, she then thanks Lelouch, asking him to bring back peace in this insane school. Now we move to the third encounter ; As Lelouch and Cecile kees going on and notice how everything is wrecked they hear the sound of broken things; The Glaston team are destroying everything, Lelouch then geass them to stay quiet ; They then hear a roaring sound and Cecile notices Guilford has just stolen a bike; Lelouch geass him into bringing it back, then Diethard is the next one and Lelouch geass him and Odysseus and so on (it's quite funny cause they use various line from the anime during the sound drama, and Cecile being hysterically cute will never not be funny just like Lelouch yelling この 犯罪 者 ) Cecile then notices how everyone is right now and Lelouch makes a speech about things going right ; Moving on; They arrive on the roof; Cornelia is there and she welcomes them and congratulates him for making it till there; She introduces herself as delinquant Cornelia, and she warns him she is a whole different level from others.Lelouch snaps back for it's the same for him as he is a special one, so which Cornelia says she knows about that, She heard rumors about Lelouch Lamperouge, also known under the "Geass teacher" surname. She knows about geass and has a counter for it, for she has…glasses ! She thought about this counter strike and now wants to take all her time to punish him. She then strikes him, but Cecile comes in and beat Cornelia's ass with various attack like Cecile punch or Cecile beam cause she forbids her to hit Lelouch ; Cornelia is beaten thanks to Cecile. She then warns Lelouch one opponent is still left.

And Charles speaks (his theme begins to play ), he introduces himself as the delinquant of all delinquant, Charles di Bancho da (this introduction is insane) Lelouch understands he really is the ultimate bancho and he has to stop him; Charles tease him about being fearful and Lelouch obviously denies it; Lelouch tells him once he'll have him bend into his will, he'll have the whole school acting as robot and executing his orders and bowing to him; Cecile notices he went over the toEtsy c, meanwhile Charles keeps on mentioning how Lelouch is no match for him and there are rules he has no idea of; Lelouch then freaks out as Charles'eyes shows up his geass and Charles eventually cast it on him ;

A phone is beeping. Lelouch introduces himself, He is the CEO of the Aera eleven compagny, and also known as the Geass president. Nunnally comes in, panicked, cause the Britannia compagny is coming ; we understand that Lelouch plans to use/swallow them and geass

We then jump to Charles who asks Nunnally what it is they are about to make Lelouch do this time, to which Nunnally tells him that's enough (We understand that it's all been Charles playing with his Geass and Lelouch's head)

Audio Drama "A Hundred Geass Ghost Stories"

I didn't hear this drama so i'm merely giving you a small summary from a friend who heard it;

This drama is set up around most of the R2 Student council who are gathered in some (scary) place and tells each other some scary stories; (Hyaku Monogatari, the title of this sound drama, means the hundred stories, it's a way to call ghost stories in Japan) It seems that most of them just tells some unfortunate or crazy events which happened to them, not understanding the whole concept of scary stories, until Suzaku takes the lead and tells them a real scary story, which keeps them on the edge and eventually really frighten thems; Eventually Viletta arrives as they put an end to the session and it all ends up as they notice something strange and realize there is a real ghost amongst them, leading them all to run away while screaming.

That's about it For this Sound episode, always more and more crack, moving on to the next one .

[lumi-procrastinate]

Quiet Chatterbox - a helory fluff

For as long as he could remember, not that many people handled Memory's densely talkative attitude well. He can go on for hours just talking about things that he finds interesting or some random observations that he noticed.

Out of all of the things he said, none of them was ever more than merely trivial matters to his listeners. Despite that, he'll always end any silence with random subjects that he could think of. That is until someone decided to shut him up.

One of the very few people that could tolerate him is Helian. For every subject that Memory brought into the conversation, Helian would always listen attentively. He's the type of person you wouldn't see talking much. Some would argue that he's cold and reserved, but Memory could never view him that way. Why would he? He's one of the dearest friends that he could ever wish for.

Little canary - that's the nickname Helian gave to him. It's one of the many things that he liked about Helian; the fact that he's able to treat him so kindly, without underestimating him in the slightest. Generally, canaries don't speak, but they sing as much as Memory would when he's talking. Which usually would be true, until...

The two have been walking together through a meadow for the past ten minutes for their hangout. Usually, Memory would dump any information that he could think about. But this time, their walk is only accompanied by the serene sound of nature as breezes of spring gust all around them.

"Hey, little canary–" Helian spoke, finally breaking the silence "-is everything alright?"

Memory was confounded, the amount of time when Helian would start a conversation could be counted on the fingers of one hand. It made him feel somewhat honoured.

"Why of course it is, I get to hang out with you today, what could be better than that?" He smiled radiantly, hopping ever so nonchalantly after answering the question.

Helian looked away, trying to hide his flustered face upon hearing his answer.

"I-it's just that," he added, fidgeting with his clothes, "you're just usually not this quiet before, s-so I'm kind of worried."

Memory's smile widens instantly, and he giggles as he gets closer to hug him.

"Awwww thank you for worrying hely." He looked up at him with an endearing little grin.

"But there's nothing wrong really because as long as I'm with you, even silence won't be dull," he added with a sincere smile.

Helian beamed in an instant, feeling relieved after hearing Memory's sentiment about him.

Memory himself couldn't help but blush lightly as he sees Helian's smile, his soul would skip a beat or two whenever he does that, and he hasn't figured out why.

Afterwards, they continue their hangout, bonding over books that they read together under the shade of a blooming hawthorn tree.

Fin.

Helian!sans and Underblood by @foxalone

Memory!sans and Memorytale by yours truly

[skin-slave]

I'm so sorry, OP. 😔

He stopped, a bit breathless, to take a swig of water. The hike had been incredible. He didn't mind that it had been more difficult than he expected. He checked the compass. He was only a little off, likely bc there had been so many obstacles to work around.

He turned a little to the left. There. True north, toward the car. Tucking the water bottle back in its place, he started down a slight grade.

The underbrush started to thin out as he walked. It was a welcome change. He knew that fallen wood and brush were a sign of a healthy forest. As a wildlife photographer, he sought the terrain out, knowing it increased his chances to see a variety of species. But that didn't mean he was happy to trip and slam into a lichen-robed sycamore about a mile back.

The trees spread out a little, until they were just beyond his reach. He didn't mind. With the ground so clear, he didn't need any help balancing. Instead, he tucked his thumbs under the straps of his pack and let his mind wander a bit.

By the time he realized that the woods had gone quiet, the sky was starting to turn gold. He could see it thru the leaves of the canopy. He shouldn't have been able to do that. Not in this old growth.

"Must've been a fire," he said aloud. But he wasn't sure that a fire would explain what he was seeing.

The canopy was exactly 10 feet overhead. There were no shorter trees, no taller ones to be seen through the thin cover. It was a single shade of green. His eyes wandered from maple to maple. They were all maple, growing in neat rows. It gave the impression of a tessellated environment in a video game.

The uncanny feeling only increased as he continued to walk. He should've made it back to the road already. The compass still showed north. Not that he thought he'd strayed. The grid of trees kept him on a straight path.

Sighing, he removed his pack and dug for the gps. The screen was black. Of course it was. But, this is what compasses are for. He often told interns to carry one, saying, "it doesn't give as much detail as a gps, but you'll never forget to charge it."

He checked the needle, just in case, and kept moving north. The sky slowly changed to pinks and purples, steadily darkening. He kept telling himself that the road would come into sight soon. He'd just underestimated how deep he'd gone before turning around.

"Just another 5 minutes," multiplied until the forest was too dark to walk without a flashlight. The familiar sounds of crickets and owls were conspicuously absent. His heart rate had slowly been rising. It reached a fever pitch and felt as if it might give out.

It skipped a beat when he noticed the sound. It reminded him stepping on a rotten log and breaking thru. The odd splintering crunch came from the left. He spun around to face it. There was nothing but a line of trees. Maybe it was something in the distance, and only seemed close.

A bit flustered, he grabbed his compass and checked it. East. He must've made more than a left turn. He didn't remember, but stress can do that. He took a deep breath and turned left.

East.

Must've misread it, he thought, turning left once more.

East.

He turned again.

East.

Forcing himself to breathe slowly, he went to the closest tree. Moss wasn't foolproof, but it was all he could think of. There wasn't any. He rubbed the bark with his hands, searching. The next tree, and the next, were equally barren.

"Ok," he whispered, sliding to his knees. "Ok. Ok. What do you do? You... stay put. You stay put and wait for help. Yeah."

He turned and put his back against the tree. After taking a long look around, just in case, he turned the flashlight off. It was a small light with limited battery, and he didn't want to be without it later.

The branches that had done little to block the sun somehow obliterated the moonlight. He might as well have closed his eyes. He blinked a few times and, as his vision adjusted, the faint shapes of the trees appeared. They seemed wrong, even for that bizarre landscape. It was almost as if the spaces between them were no longer even.

The sound returned, making him jump and fumble for the flashlight. It seemed to ring all around him. Once again, he saw nothing but the copy-paste maples stretching out in all directions.

One direction, he thought sarcastically. East.

Relieved to finally see something that made sense, he sighed and lowered his shoulders. He closed his eyes. The limbs above him seemed to dip low, and the creaking was almost comforting. All he had to do was relax until dawn brought the search party that would surely come.

Above his head, leaves rustled. That strange noise repeated, over and over, like a pulse. He couldn't see anything up there, just moving branches in a wind he couldn't feel. A bit of bark flaked off and fell on him. That must've been the source of the sound.

---

The sun was well above the horizon when the girls saw the tree. It had a wide, dark streak on one side that stood out.

"Sap, maybe?" one asked, leaning in to examine the gummy stain. "What do you think, Alex?

"Must have some damage up there." Alex pointed toward the top of the stain, near the canopy. "Pass me a water?"

"Sure."

"You dropped something."

They relaxed for a few minutes, even breaking out some almonds. They'd been walking a while and it was nice to rest and stretch.

Alex searched around her feet. There was something in the sparse grass, but it wasn't hers.

"I think it's a compass!" she laughed. "Talk about good timing. The one time I forget mine at home."

"Yes!! So, what direction are we headed?"

Alex wiped a drip of sap from the glass with her sleeve.

"East."

monoculture forests are deeply unsettling in a way that is hard to explain to people who do not spend a lot of time looking at forests

[lale-txt]

💫 (n.sfw) spicy drabbles on not wearing panties in public w/ Law, Shanks & Sabo

a/n: so uhm here's part 2 because those headcanons won't leave my mind. here's the headcanons that started it all and here's part 1 of the drabbles (w/ Izou, Roger & Kid). will i feed you a part 3 too? I GUESS

contains: afab!reader (no pronouns), exhibitionism, dirty talk, fingering (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), penetration, as always please let me know if i'm missing anything

Law

"Try to stay quiet." Easy for him to say with his tattooed fingers buried deep inside of you, curled up to stroke that one spot that makes you see stars, his thumb rubbing your clit in small circles. Your juices were running down his hand; you have been dripping wet even before he started fingering you under the table. You wanted to tease him, that's why you left your panties on board the Polar Tang. Nudge him just a little bit, just to see a flustered reaction or something. But you underestimated the fact that your captain could be a big tease, too. The way he rested his hand on your thigh, close to your hot core, only moving upwards inch by inch in slow motion. How his fingers slowly pulled up your dress, just enough to get a good view on your spread legs that were trembling under his touch. How he dipped his fingers into you, just to pull them out and have a good taste of you. He licked his lips as he watched you from the corner of his eyes, smirking by the sight of you trying to keep a calm facade that was obviously crumbling. "You're so mean, Law.", you pant between two of his thrusts before you cover your mouth to hold back a moan that wanted to slip from your lips. It was obvious that you were close to your climax by the way you fidget around in your chair, taking in three of his fingers and craving for more. "You can have your revenge if you want, y/n-ya.", he responded with a grin, not taking his eyes off you until you cum on his fingers, your walls clenching around them, not satisfied yet...

Shanks

"I haven't even touched you and you're already this wet." You lean against the cold stone wall, your legs already trembling from the excitement of it all. Shanks kneeled in front of you, admiring the view– you facing him with your dress pulled up, revealing the sweet nothing you wore underneath. When you flashed him earlier, you just wanted to give him a sneak peak of what he could expect once you were back on the Red Force. You just knew how to tease each other. What you didn't expect was Shanks dragging you into the next empty alley, pushing you against the wall to kiss you with an insatiable hunger, his thigh pressed between your legs. Your hips started moving on their own, grinding on his leg while his tongue found his way into your open mouth, charming out unknown sounds of pleasure out of you. The way he groaned and cursed turned you on even more, and you could tell by the outlines of his hard cock in his pants that he was equally excited. He gave you one last kiss before he squatted down, signaling you with his fingers to lift your dress, smirking by the sight of the wet mess. His hand wandered up your thigh as he leaned forward to bury his face between your legs, his cheeky tongue already slipping inside of you. You could tell that he was hungry for you by the way he ate you out. His tongue was running up and down the aching arousal between your legs slowly, getting lovedrunk on the juices running down your thighs. You arched your back under his touch, feeling dizzy and weak in the knees with his face buried between your legs, a view you will never get enough of. You guide him by his red hair, feeling him smirk against your swollen flesh as he is giving his all to make you cum under his tongue... just to prepare you for the next round.

Sabo

"How fast can you cum?" You didn't know, but you probably were about to find out as you lowered yourself on Sabo's throbbing cock, concealed only by the shadows of the dimly lit bar you had found yourselves in. His expression was full of surprise for a second when he found out that you actually dared to take off your panties in public, slipping them into the pocket of his coat. He smirked and took off one of his gloves with his teeth, his eyes full of mischief as he leaned down to you and whispered into your ear to spread your legs for him. A wave of excitement rushed over you as you did how you were told, shivering when his hand slowly slid up your dress, stroking the lengths of your arousal with his elegant but cheeky fingers. You couldn't keep your hand to yourself either and let it wander up his thigh, overly pleased to find out that he was rock hard for you under the soft fabric. Sabo hisses, grinning as you attempt to unbutton his pants, both of you being high from the kick of doing naughty things in public. You've done it before, but never went that far... Until now. You gasped when Sabo pulled you into his lap, gesturing you with a finger pressed to his lips to be quiet. You nod weakly, suppressing another moan as he pulls your dress up a little to let you feel his throbbing cock through his pants, aching for your core. He tapped your ass as a sign to lift it a little, making space for him as he unzipped the rest of his pants, rubbing his cock between your dripping wet folds. He wastes no time and fills you up whole, grabbing you by the hips to push you up and down on his cock, praising you under his breath how well you took him and how badly he wants to ruin you...

[garagebandvanfleet]

Sick Little Game

Pairing: Jake x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! swearing, hair pulling, slight choking, slight praise kink, unprotected sex, sir kink

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: you and Jake love to tease each other, but he’s ready for the game to end

Notes: Awhile back Lexi told me to imagine Jake putting your hair up with a his own hair tie and I couldn’t stop thinking about it...thus Jake smut was written.

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It was a game between the two of you. Jake knew it, you knew it, hell even his bandmates knew it. While unspoken, the rules were simple, see who breaks first. Jake had come into your life a little over a year ago on a random Tuesday afternoon in a coffee shop. The first few months were completely platonic, hanging out in groups and getting to know one another. 

You weren’t sure exactly when it changed, but soon group hangouts turned to just the two of you and FaceTime calls became daily. Waves goodbye turned to hugs and innocent touches turned teasing. And from the teasing touches, it seemed this game was born. It started out slow, Jake guiding you through the grocery store with his hand on your lower back. In return, you had kissed him on the cheek when he had let you pick the movie for your night in. But you both silently agreed that was becoming boring. 

Jake’s hand held a permanent place on your thigh, squeezing the delicate flesh often. When hanging out with friends you’d find a seat on his lap, even if there was open space somewhere else. During one particular gettogether you were in the kitchen cutting up fruit when Jake came up behind you, left hand gripping your waist as he reached to grab a piece of strawberry. Warm breath fanned your ear as he mumbled a quiet “don’t mind me.”

You did what anyone in your situation would do…you pushed your ass into him as you stood on your toes to grab a bowl from the cabinet. When his grip on your waist tightened and his breathing faltered, you considered that a point for yourself. A day at the beach had you thinking you’d be able to mark another tally on the imaginative whiteboard. But you underestimated how hot he looked with water dripping down his chest and swim trunks low on his hips.

When he caught sight of the blush rising on your face he sent a mischievous smirk your way that had you flipping him off and storming back towards your towel. You could see his ego getting bigger from your spot on the towel, becoming cocky at the fact that he didn’t even have to touch you to get you flustered. Neither of you were subtle about your teasing, which is what lead you to this moment - with Sam practically begging you to forfeit the game and admit you wanted to sleep with Jake.

“Y/N please, for the love of all that is holy - and I can’t believe I’m about to say this - have sex with my brother.”

Over the past year, Sam had become a brother to you. So you knew that if he was verbally telling you to sleep with Jake, your game had become near unbearable for him. 

As much fun, and sexually frustrating, as the teasing was you were afraid to take the next step. Jake was your best friend, if something went wrong and you lost his friendship, you don’t think recovery would be possible. You loved him, more than a ‘that’s my best friend’ type of way and you were unsure if he felt the same. The anxiety outweighed all other emotions. 

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. Sure on paper it sounds easy, but there’s more to it than just sleeping together.” While you had never outwardly admitted your feelings for Jake, you’re sure it wasn’t difficult to pick up on. Plus, Sam was much more perceptive than people gave him credit for. 

“You know I love you, but you’re an absolute idiot.”

“Excuse me?” Your laugh was borderline offended, you’ve called each other names, much worse than idiot, but never while discussing a serious topic. 

“You’re worried that your feelings aren’t reciprocated when it’s obvious he’s been infatuated with you since you two first met.” All you could do was open and close your mouth, doing a great impression of a fish, eyes open wide. “Don’t have to believe me, you could just find out for yourself.” Sam wagged his eyebrows, being so incredibly Sam, before walking away to continue picking out snacks for your monthly movie night.

-

You had never confirmed with Sam that you would end the game between you and Jake, but you didn’t deny it either. So after Sam had dropped you back off at your apartment, stating he’d be back with his brothers and Danny at approximately 6 o’clock, you took your time weighing the pros and cons of the situation - adding in the information provided by Sam earlier in the day. 

Finally throwing caution to the wind, you mumbled a small ‘fuck it’ to yourself before preparing for the boys to arrive. You still wanted to see if Jake would cave first, you decided to play dirty. During one of your many drunken nights, Jake had let slip that he finds thigh-high socks extremely sexy. You had bought a pair years ago to wear during the winter months, now thanking whoever for giving you poor circulation. They were simple, a deep merlot color with two white bands around the top. The socks paired with a pair of gray sleep shorts and an oversized white t-shirt made up your outfit for the night. 

You were pouring popcorn into a bowl when your door opened, the apartment instantly being filled with the boys’ loud voices. Josh was the first to come into view. The moment he saw your outfit he lost it, almost falling to the floor with laughter. He had been there when jake admitted his dirty little secret and knew the reaction you’d get from his brother.

“Oh you’re evil, I fucking love you.” He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, but his actions seemed pointless as he doubled over with laughter upon Jake’s reaction. His mouth was hung open, jaw completely slack. His entire face was covered in a deep blush and it looked as if he had started to sweat, a bead of perspiration traveling down the side of his face. Sam and Danny looked at each other confused, knowing it had something to do with the game but unaware of the full extent. 

Another tally went under your name on the imaginative board as you all sat in front of the TV, Jake sitting farthest away from you and covering himself with a blanket. Halfway through the movie, some indie film Josh had chosen, you began to feel defeated. Jake hadn’t so much as glanced your way since sitting down and you started to doubt your original plan. You sighed quietly to yourself before getting up from your spot in between Josh and Danny.

“Where are you going?” Surprised Jake was the one to ask, you froze mid-step. The man whose attention you had been deprived of all night continued to keep his eyes on the movie. “Just going to change, I’m cold.” It wasn’t true, between the body heat of the two men sitting on either side of you and the fuzzy blanket draped over your lap, you had actually started to sweat. Jake’s gaze didn’t follow as you moved towards your bedroom. The failure of your plan stinging more and more with each step you took away from him, the thigh-high socks against your skin acting as a constant reminder.

Within the comforting four walls of your bedroom, you wanted to scream, but you knew that would draw unwanted attention so you opted for a quiet frustrated groan instead. A knock pulled you from your misery, assuming it was Sam checking up on you. 

“Sam, I’m fine. Just can’t find a pair of sweatpants.” Another knock came, this time with a bit more urgency. Frustrated with the constant knocking, you walked to your door prepared to yell at the nuisance. “Sam, I said I was fine-.” It wasn’t Sam standing on the other side of the door, but Jake. He made quick work of pushing past you, pacing the carpeted area near the foot of your bed. You shut the door, attempting to have some privacy even with the paper-thin walls, and crossed your arms over your chest as you waited for Jake to speak. 

Finally giving up on creating a permanent path of his movements in your carpet, he stopped pacing and turned his attention towards you for the first time since he arrived. “This sick little game ends now. Either admit you want me as much as I want you or we both move on and pretend nothing ever happened.” 

Sam had told you earlier that Jake wanted you, but hearing it from the source took your breath away. However, it still wasn’t an admittance of feelings other than lust and anxiety still overtook every other emotion you were feeling. “You really could just forget all of this happened? Act like your jaw didn’t almost hit the floor when you saw me earlier? Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you covered your lap with a blanket.”

His face softened at your words, a faint twitch of his lips being the only indication he was amused at your last comment. Jake took long, slow strides until he was standing in front of you. “If it means I don’t lose you, then I’d do anything you asked.” His hands were now placed on either side of your face, leaning in closer as if he was going to kiss you. “And for the record, you’ve made me hard plenty of times before. This was just the first time I wasn’t discrete about it.”

You realized then that he had been playing the game up until the last second, just as you were. No longer caring about nonexistent points, you tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled him in for a bruising kiss. It wasn’t tender like you imagined your first kiss with Jake would be, but the passion behind it was all consuming. Your legs felt like they’d give out any moment and your fingers pulling Jake closer to you by his shirt felt numb. He deepened the kiss, not caring about the lack of oxygen in his lungs, tangling his tongue with yours in a way that almost felt possessive - like he was claiming you as his, right then and there. 

You pulled back from the kiss, his shirt still being wrinkled by your grip and noses brushing lightly. “We should probably talk about this.” Of course you’d stop your first kiss with a guy you love to try and be logical about the situation.

“We will. But you’ve been driving me crazy all night, walking around in these.” His hand reached down to lightly graze his pointer finger along the hem of the thigh-high socks, leaving goosebumps where his skin made contact with yours. “And right now, all I want is to see you in nothing but them. Is that okay?” You nodded, but that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. “Need you to use your words baby.”

“Yes, please.” Your words were dripping with a level of desperation you had never experienced before, voice barely above a whisper. 

“That’s my girl.” Jake’s lips were back on yours, silencing the quiet moan you wanted to let out at his words. Praise from Jake, no matter how small, filled your body with a sense of pride. Like you had won gold at the Olympics and found a cure for all terminal illnesses in the same day. 

He trailed his lips down your neck, not pressing kisses into the skin but just letting his lips ghost over your flesh. The air left your lungs in a gasp as he ran his tongue up the path his lips had just created. He stopped at your ear, giving a sharp tug at the lobe before you felt his warm breath on your skin. 

“Can I take these off?” He ran his hands along the waistband of your sleep shorts before dipping past the elastic, avoiding where you wanted him most to grab a handful of the flesh of your ass. 

You nodded your head, yelping quietly when his hand swatted at the skin. “Words or I walk out of here right now.” You hadn’t realized you had closed your eyes, but when you felt one of Jake’s hands grip your jaw your eyes fluttered open. His pupils were dilated, hiding most of the gorgeous chocolate brown of his irises. 

“Yes, sir.” Your words came out muffled, his grip on your jaw squishing your cheeks together. But he had heard you clearly, eyelashes fluttering and jaw falling slack. Jake having a sir kink was a theory that developed after he referred to himself as that one too many times, and you were delighted to know you had been right. 

He made quick work of removing your shorts, deciding your shirt should join them as well. You stood in front of Jake in nothing but a pair of black panties and the thigh-high socks, acting on pure instinct you couldn’t stop yourself from crossing your arms over your chest and shielding as much of yourself from Jake’s view as possible. 

His lips spread into a smirk, tutting quietly as he took two steps away from you. Jake began to slowly circle you, gaze never leaving yours, stopping when he was directly behind you. A gasp rang throughout the room when you felt his clothed chest against your naked back, his teeth sinking into the flesh of your shoulder. His hands gripped your hips, pulling your lower half back until you could feel his hard cock against your ass. 

“Don’t get all shy on me now, sweetheart. You’re perfect to me.” He continued mumbling praises as his lips nipped at the skin of your neck and his hands traveled to the inside of your thighs. “Beautiful.” kiss. “Gorgeous.” bite. “Absolutely stunning.” lick. You moaned as his pinky ran along the slit of your covered core, desperate for his touch. Your hands fell to your sides and Jake took this opportunity to pinch your nipples, taking his time with one before moving onto the other. He increased the pressure of his pinky, stopping his up and down movements to focus on your clit. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes sir. Please, wanna feel you.” While you enjoyed his teasing, you were itching to get the show on the road. 

“Yeah? Wanna feel me where? Here?” His left hand brushed over your lips. “Maybe here?” Fingers trailing down to delicately graze one of your nipples. “Or,” his right hand pulled your panties to the side. “Here?” Jake pushed two fingers into you, hooking them once before removing the completely. Your breathing had all but stopped when he brought his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean of your arousal and groaning around his digits. 

“Taste so fucking good.”

“Only for you, sir.” 

“Fuck Y/N, I wanted to take my time with you. Worship every inch of your perfect body. But between your pretty moans and all your previous teasing, I just want to feel your tight pussy wrapping around my cock. Nod once if that’s okay.” You moved your head up and down, a few strands of hair tickling Jake’s cheek. 

He made a show of talking the hair tie off his wrist, pulling your hair out of your face and into a ponytail, before securing it with the elastic band. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.” You immediately obeyed, slipping your panties off before getting in the requested position. You wanted to feel self-conscious, over exposed, but you were exactly where you wanted to be after months of tortuous teasing. 

The bed dipped as Jake slotted himself between your legs, one hand running up your spine while the other ran the tip of his dick through your folds. 

“Please, Jake.” As soon as his name fell from your lips he smacked your ass, a satisfied hum rumbling in his chest when he saw the skin instantly redden. 

“I’ll let that little fuck-up slide, only because you’ve been so good for me.”

“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.” 

“I know it won’t.” Another smack against your ass was the only warning Jake gave you before he slowly pushed into you. He gave you a few moments to adjust before setting a bruising pace. Your moans reverberated off the walls as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. 

“So wet, sweetheart.” He pulled at your ponytail until your back was flush against his chest. “Who’s this for, hm?”

“You, sir. Only you, no one else.” Your words were jumbled together, no space or breath in between as you spoke. 

Jake groaned in your ear, left hand wrapping around your throat while his right began to rub your clit - pinching at the sensitive bud sporadically. “You feel so good wrapped around me baby, so tight. God you were fucking made for me.” His grip around your neck tightened as he spoke. 

“I’m not going to last long if you keep talking to me like that.” You could feel yourself clenching around him, a heat spreading throughout your body.

“You say that like it’s not exactly what I want.” Jake’s teeth sink into the junction where your neck and shoulder meet, closing his lips around the flesh and sucking. You wrapped your left hand around Jake’s lower back, dragging your nails along the skin as your right hand gripped his forearm, his fingers still bringing you closer to your release.

He leaned back slightly, bringing you with him by the grip on your throat, driving into you at a new angle and hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. The added stimulation had your legs shaking, the only sounds able to come out of you were a mixture of whimpers and moans. “Playing so dirty, bringing out the thigh-high socks. As soon as I saw you in them I knew I wasn’t gonna leave here without fucking ruining you.” Your eyes rolled back and head rested on his shoulder as you tipped over the edge. Your vision went hazy as Jake continued to rub your clit, prolonging your pleasure. His movements sped up, thrusts becoming sloppy as he neared his release.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum, pussy is too good.” The hand that had been assaulting your clit moved to the center of your back, pushing you down into the mattress as he pulled out to finish on your back with a loud groan. 

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, catching your breath and letting the gravity of the situation sink in. You felt the bed shift as Jake got up, going to your bathroom and coming back with a wet washcloth. You let your body fall flat against the mattress as he cleaned you up, wiggling your toes to regain some circulation. “Gonna get us some water and when I come back we can talk if you want.” He appeared in your line of sight, now dressed in his boxers and shirt, before placing a kiss to your forehead.

You had to fight the urge to close your eyes, knowing you’d fall asleep. Instead you got up, putting your oversized shirt back on and removing the thigh-high socks. Jake’s laughter rang through the hall, soon coming back into your room holding a piece of paper. He handed it to you, a deep blush covering your face as you read the note. 

‘You guys finally stopped being idiots! It’s about damn time! I will be taking full responsibility for you two finally dating because you were so inspired by my words from earlier. However, I heard both of your guys’ sex noises and will not be speaking to either of you for 3 to 5 business days. 

Love, Sam’

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