#agnes will come for them

[sirianasims]

The Don Diaries

We're back in the Lothario household where Matteo is no longer a wrinkly object, but an adorable infant (who may also become wrinkly if Don doesn't take him out of this bath soon).

Don may sometimes make questionable life choices, but he's definitely devoted to his son and has zero chill about him.

He and Gina are mostly ignoring each other, just quietly co-existing and rarely interacting. Gina works on her next promotion and her lawyer exams, and Don has been promoted to project manager. He's still doing 100 % of the childcare, only managing to go for a run in the early hours while both Gina and Matteo are sleeping.

EXCUSE ME

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK

We flee the creepy hooded guy (who just keeps standing there for the next four hours?!) and spot a young woman we haven't seen before. And Don is Don, so we gotta be polite and say hello, right?

Her name is Carolina and don't think I don't see you heart-farting.

They hit it off but Don needs to get back and take care of Matteo before work, so all he gets is her number.

Just in case.

Poor Don. All Gina seems to think about is money and promotions, and apart from meeting Carolina, he hasn't really had any human contact besides Matteo for days.

Matteo is worth it though. Also, Don, I don't disagree that he is adorable, but you may be biased seeing as you made him.

Gina and Don both work long hours now, so we hire a nanny. She's surprisingly not-useless which already makes her better than Gina.

Don is still spending most of his time in the nursery when he isn't working.

Meanwhile, Gina is busy gambling large parts of their limited funds on the stock market.

Learning about bunnies is vital to child development, actually 🥹

Don is really not doing well, though.

But how could he risk losing this?

While Don spends his evening doing tummy time and pondering his life...

... Gina is making sure that she is getting properly pampered. Oh, so you can't make a simple salad, but when the cucumbers are for your eyes you're suddenly a pro chef, Gina?

Hang in there, Don. Just a little longer.

[ragnarockz]

✂️✂️✂️✂️✂️

make these bitches trib, beta.

🥰😌😌

💜 ✂💚✂

Agnes chuckles under her breath as she puts her phone down onto the night table. Her sudden laugh makes Vidal shoot her a sideways glance.

"Ordered another toy..."

Vidal raises her eyebrows and shakes her head; rolling her eyes as she licks her lips. She lets out a little huff as she tucks deeper into her side of the bed. She can sense Agnes' anxiety growing quickly.

"What?!"

Vidal shakes her head again as she stays silent and flips past another page of the book she was reading. She pretends to ignore Agnes but she feels her partner shift closer towards her in bed.

"Hey, what?"

Vidal feels Agnes' hand touch her leg against the comforter as she tries to get her to look her way. Vidal pouts her lips as she slowly closes her book and rests it onto her lap.

"Oh...nothing...don't you have enough of them?"

Vidal lets the silence hang in the air until she steals a quick glance at Agnes beside her. Vidal can see the detectives' face scrunch up from trying to consider her words before she lets out a deep breath.

"Thought you liked them?"

Agnes watches Vidal shrug as she grabs the edge of the comforter to bring up closer to her as if she was getting ready to fall asleep right then and there. Vidal feels the restraint suddenly on the fabric as Agnes grabs the other side to stop her. Vidal shoots her a look with questioning eyes which causes Agnes to let go of the comforter edge. However, it doesn't matter now, not with Vidal pushing the comforter all the way down and off of her with her feet.

"I do, Baby but...sometimes I just want to feel you and not...necessarily and extension of you..."

Agnes pouts her lips and folds her arms over her chest as she leans back into her pillows. Vidal pretends to pick lint from the bed sheet beside her; her eyes dancing up every now and then to study Agnes' face. She's half joking of course and hopes that Agnes isn't taking it fully to heart.

"You could have just told me..."

Agnes continues to pout as she sits there all grumpy over the fact that, a) she just dropped money on a new toy and, b) she thought her and Vidal had a very good verbal communication between them. Usually Vidal told her everything; even if it was a little blunt or on the nose. Vidal tries her best to choke back a laugh as she nods her head and scoots closer to Agnes; their legs now touching side-by-side.

"I could have but...I could also just show you..."

"Show me?"

Agnes' eyebrows rose up as she eyed Vidal curiously. Was this some sort of new game she wanted to play; some way of getting back about buying too many sex toys? Agnes didn't know but what she did, was that Vidal was taking off her clothes and fast.

She watched as the agent stripped in front of her on their bed; peeling off her spaghetti strapped top to reveal nothing underneath. They were both dressed and ready for bed before all of this and now, their pajamas were suddenly in the way.

Agnes quickly uncrossed her arms; not wanting to miss a second of whatever the hell Vidal was rushing towards. She peeled off her own ribbed tank top and threw it away and onto the floor somewhere. She was trying to get undressed faster than Vidal; as if she had to be the first one to do so. It made Vidal laugh and roll her eyes as she, on the other hand, took her time to give Agnes a show.

"You're always so impatient, Baby...why is that? You trying to eat me all up with your eyes? Trying to devour me first before we even do anything?"

Agnes grunted in agreement as she laid back once more to soak in a very naked Vidal before her. She still couldn't get over how every inch of that woman was hers and how, Vidal allowed herself to be Agnes'. The detective felt an ache in her chest and words bubble out of her lips as a whispered 'I love you' filled the space between them. Vidal beamed and felt her face flush; Agnes was usually shy about using words of affirmation and when she did feel safe enough to use them, it always made Vidal feel like she was the only person left on earth.

"Don't go all soft on me now, Vidal...come on...show me how much you need just me and nothing else..."

Agnes' whispered words made the emotion in the room change once more as Vidal brought her hands down and out to take hold of Agnes' shin. She was guiding the detective to where she wanted her to be. Agnes shifted down the bed so that she wasn't knees to chest; almost laying down flat. She rested on her forearms and looked up at Vidal with eyes filled with lust and passion and desire. She felt her breath catch in her throat.

"Maybe I,"

Vidal's words drifted as she positioned herself between Agnes' legs. She hooked her right arm underneath Agnes' right leg and lifted it up so that it could rest on her upper thigh and near her hip. Vidal watched earnestly as Agnes' eyes went wide with realization of the position she was being put in and the close proprieties of their bodies now,

"...just want to feel your bare clit against mine."

Vidal barely tuned into the soft 'holy fuck' that fell from Agnes' lips as she pushed her hips up and made the first contact against her girlfriend. She thoughts Agnes was going to fold right then and there; saw the way her facial expressions change. She was fighting something internally; a thought or a feeling. Vidal continued to rock her hips and rub herself against Agnes' hot and slick folds, her clit.

"It's ok, Baby...you're ok..."

Agnes closed her eyes and nodded her head and fully relaxed herself as she allowed herself to feel. That was what scared her the most, she believed, the fact that her body was 'good enough' to give Vidal pleasure. An extension of herself was something she relied on heavily; believing that maybe, it was more than enough to keep Vidal satisfied. The extension of course, was something that made her feel like she had a 'right' to be who she was and present herself the way she did.

Vidal was teaching her to strip away from all of that as she rocked her hips a little faster, a little harder. The friction caused both of them to moan and gasp; getting off on the sounds of one another and the sensation of wet skin against wet skin. It was intimate; so much so that Agnes couldn't dare open her eyes to watch.

But she wanted to, so badly. She was missing out, her brain screamed at her, Vidal was the first and last thing she ever wanted to see.

Agnes opened her eyes and looked across from herself; catching the way her own breasts swayed against her chest with each rock of Vidal's hips. Agnes felt like her brain had stopped completely when her eyes did meet Vidal in front of her. A piece of art wouldn't have looked this heavenly.

She was covered in sweat and her hair was loose and free against her shoulders. Lips parted as she panted her way through each movement. Her right hand still held Agnes' leg against her hip to keep the position but her left was groping and playing with her own breast. Stomach taught and breasts bouncing as she moved; the friction hot and tight between their legs as Agnes felt herself grow wetter with each passing roll of Vidal's hips. She opened her mouth and a whimper came out instead of the words she wanted to say.

Vidal looked down at Agnes' face and caught her gaze. She smiled at her with comfort; with ease. She wanted to coax her partner into safety, into a place where she didn't have to hold back for feeling embarrassed or unsure or even unloved. Agnes held Vidal's gaze as she, slowly started to reciprocate herself, using her forearms to steady herself as she rolled her hips upwards against Vidal.

Vidal broke her eye contact only to let her head hang back and eyes close in ecstasy. The sensation of Agnes rubbing back; rubbing her wet folds against hers, feeling Agnes' engorged clit rub against her own was almost too much to handle even if she had initiated it. She could sense Agnes stripping away from whatever was holding her back as she started to move faster and at her usual pace Vidal was used to. The agent let a series of moans fall from her lips as Agnes took over, took full control.

"ohfuckbabe....fuckVidal....comeonbabe...Iknowyou'regettingclose..."

Agnes basically growled out her words as she rolled a little harder; throwing Vidal off kilter a little. She heard a whimper fall from the agents' lips as her head snapped back up to watch Agnes; to catch her expression. Gritted teeth and a wild look in her eye, her hair messy and falling into her face, Vidal couldn't hold back any longer.

The sudden release and the heat between their legs increased and Agnes could only focus on the sensation of hers or, possibly, Vidal's cum running down the inside of her thigh and to her ass. She slammed forward once more; greedily catching another hit of friction which made Vidal groan and release Agnes' right leg from her hip. It fell with a soft thud onto the bed; finally released from the entanglement they had put themselves into.

Agnes slumped backwards fully; her arms coming out underneath herself and her head hitting the mattress as she laid down completely flat. It felt like everything was spinning around her and still at the same time; fully reveling in the sensation of her orgasm.

A thought crossed her mind and she hoped, prayed, that Vidal wasn't looking. Her shaky left hand snaked down her body to find her clit; sore and swollen and numb. She gave it a few wet swipes and a full circle; fully accepting that she couldn't feel any sensation between her legs. She huffed out an annoyed breath and heard Vidal click her tongue behind her teeth.

She was peering at Agnes from her position on the bed; one arm raised above her head and the other used to rest her chin upon. She had been watching the detective the entire time; watched and savored how Agnes reacted. Agnes closed her eyes and shook her head, scoffing as she bit her lip.

"Ok...fuck, ok, Vidal...maybe you were right..."

"Maybe?"

Agnes opened her eyes and raised her head once more to look at Vidal; to study her face. They were both smiling at each other; sleepy and spent and fulfilled. Agnes watched in silence as Vidal rolled over and belly crawled until she was laying on top of Agnes' chest; their breasts touching and interlocking as Vidal snuggled in close.

"No, not maybe...definitely.."

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

um, maggots?

Found this in the Good Omens book. I'm actually not sure what to say. I just thought it sounded like mascot so I started using it for you, back when I was adopted by this fandom. It's become a pretty well-known thing, you all answer to it (why). But now I fear that I predicted Lore.

Can someone please ask @neil-gaiman what this means because I'm frankly terrified of unleashing the answer, and I follow Aziraphale's logic of if he doesn't do something directly, then the blood is not on his 'perfectly manicured hands'. So uh heheh I'm not going to ask *backs away looking shifty* who's going to volunteer?

If you Fall for asking the question, I would like to release liability for it.

[murderandcoffee]

I know they literally never meet in canon, but I keep on thinking about agnes and manuela. the collision of science and religion--of worshipper and worshipped, of physicist and defier of physics. the holy darkness, and the ravaging, lightless fire. both dark in their own right.

they're both impossible. manuela created a dark star, a tiny inverse sun of radiant, horrible darkness. agnes could have lived forever, could have destroyed the whole world, but she died young (but not so young) and only served to destroy herself.

they're both outcasts. manuela was estranged from her parents through differences in belief and lifestyle; agnes was something more than the people who raised and worshipped her.

manuela ran towards the darkness, towards the power that engulfed her very soul. she opened herself to it, did everything she could to serve it. agnes grasped at the life she'd never been allowed--one of coffee shops, and walks in the park, and kisses on the cheek. she was the flame, but she sought the light that she had never been allowed.

they're so different, but they compliment each other. I think that manuela would have been entranced by the simultaneous raging power and extreme gentleness within agnes; I think that agnes would have appreciated manuela's devotion and belief--so wholehearted and unwavering, unlike the bickering, divisive worship of the cult that created her.

of course, I don't think that things could ever have ended well for them. but I think that they could have had moments--days, months, years, maybe--where they sat in the darkness and reveled in the suffering of those for whom having the light in their world snuffed out completely was worse than any other imaginable fate. they could have watched buildings fall and cities go dark, and listened to the cries of the ones who would never understand the horrible beauty of the pitch black and the devastation around them.

idk, I just think about them.

[asheanon]

Their hair and faces are going to look a little off because I haven't broken out the Blender refs yet and things are still a scribbly mess, but… even still…! Sneaky peeky of something I'm doing for the faves. 🤍🖤

(I was recently inspired by Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust to do something reminiscent of one of its many beautiful scenes.) 🎨💕

[the-insouciant-scientist]

🧍‍♂️

Here's everyone! Featuring upgrades/alternates for the ones I've already done.

Harper - The Fractured Scientist - +9 watchful, +5 persuasive, +2 glasswork, +1 kataleptic toxicology, -2 bizarre. Found on the edge of the Waswood in Parabola.

Phileas - The Cantankerous Coat-Pile - +7 shadowy, +5 dangerous, -7 persuasive, +1 shapeling arts, +2 neathproofed, +1 bizarre. Increases suspicion buildup. Gotten from a rare opportunity card in Spite.

Caiomhe - The Mournful Piper - +8 dangerous, +4 persuasive, +1 artisan of the red science, +2 dreaded. Can be found in the Forgotten Quarter, if the airs are right.

Irving - The Convivial Couturier - +9 persuasive, +1 mithridacy, +2 respectable, +1 bizarre. Increases scandal buildup. Received after completing a tailoring-related storylet in Spite.

Agnes - The Ill-Fated Devotee - +5 dangerous, +5 watchful, +1 monstrous anatomy, +1 respectable. Found near St. Fiacre's cathedral in Veilgarden.

[anrisimps]

Leo!!!!!

[amu-brain-dump]

Dom is so precious 😭😭😭

[ragnarockz]

can we please have some needy desperate maybe jealous top agatha

Tip Jar 💰

Oh we can most definitely do that, anon 👀😈

something something make sure your phone is off when you're around Agnes becauuuuuseeeee 👀👀👀😈😈😈

Agnes' fingers dug into the side of Vidal's hips as she helped guide her downwards; small slams as Vidal filed herself up with Agnes' cock. The detective heard the agent moan above her; something deep and from the bottom of her throat. She sounded like she was struggling to breathe as her moans changed pitch and became whiny. Agnes could feel her insides clenching in desperation as she wished it was Vidal filling her up; filling the desperate desire that was growing every quicker now that Vidal was getting close to orgasm.

Ding

Ding

Ding

Vidal's phone on the night table chirped as three messages were received all in a row. It threw Agnes off a little even though Vidal was still rocking to her rhythm as she rode out maybe even a little deeper. Agnes blew out a semi-frustrated breath through her nose and pulled her eyebrows close in concentration. She used her strong calves and feet to push upwards and pound into Vidal; slamming right up into her cervix which made the agent cry out in another loud whine that was borderline pornographic. Agnes smiled, all teeth as she gritted them and did the same exact move.

Ding

Ding

"Vidal...I swear to fucking god right now..."

Agnes barked through her teeth as her fingers dug deeper and turned Vidal's hips a darker shade; blood pooling as her skin became a deep red under Agnes' fingertips.

Vidal merely tossed her hair behind her head again; trying to get the sweaty strands out of her face so she could stare at Agnes through half-lidded eyes. She was mesmerized whenever Agnes was fully naked; tried to soak in as much as she could. She watched hungrily the way Agnes' breasts bounced against her chest with each pump. Vidal hadn't noticed the hard look on her partners face.

Ding

"If you don't fucking-"

But Agnes was cut off by the phone again as this time, it started to ring with Vidal's ringtone she had set for colleges at work.

Agnes stopped fully as her fingers dug in deeper until they met bone and Vidal winced against the sensation. She caught Agnes' eyes as the two of them stayed still to see what would happen next.

The phone kept ringing. Once, twice, a third time until it went silent and then the phone call went through again.

"So help me fucking god..."

Agnes used her fingers to push Vidal off of her; feeling the sudden release of pressure on her body as Vidal was tossed off of her cock. Agnes flipped herself over onto her stomach so she had better reach of the phone on the bed side table. She grabbed it with a shaky hand and brought it up to her face; squinting at the overly bright screen in the darkened bedroom.

"Who the fuck is Victoria?!"

Vidal blew out a snort through her nose as she cleared her throat and grabbed her hair to move it out of her face again. She rolled her eyes before pointing to her phone in Agnes' hand.

"You met her yesterday, what do you mean who is she?"

"I didn't meet anyone yesterday?"

"Agnes..."

"...the new girl?"

"The new girl with a name. Yes. Victoria. The new girl."

Agnes glanced back at the phone before she moved her thumb up ever so slightly to hold down the side button to turn the phone completely off. She could feel Vidal's gaze on her and then another loud pass of air through the agent's mouth. Agnes grinned something devious as she threw the phone back onto the bed side table and heard it bang against the surface as it landed.

"You got a problem, O'Connor?"

Agnes flipped herself around and got up onto her knees as she faced Vidal now. It was like a stand off of sorts; a bypass between potentially ending it now and pushing whatever this was further.

"I got a problem with the new girl texting and calling my wife at...I..."

"Wife?"

Agnes felt her face instantly start to warm up and knew she was beet red. She knew Vidal couldn't see it in the low lighting of their room but she felt it on her skin; prickling and bubbling. She clenched her fists and looked down and saw the ever erect purple cock between her legs waiting; still slick with Vidal's arousal.

"Wife?"

"Look that...slipped right out and I-"

"Just like your cock did at the thought of some other woman texting and calling me."

Agnes puffed up; nostrils flaring and cheeks puffing out as she bit her bottom lip. Her hands came down to rest on her hips; elbows out wide. Vidal could see something brewing behind her eyes as she tried to play it off cool, tried not to let those words creep into her mind. But Vidal, knew the effect they had on Agnes and, she was hoping the detective would do something productive about it now.

"You're a little shit Vidal, you know that? Think you can get under my skin and make me feel jealous?"

"I do, actually..."

Another puff out from Agnes and Vidal had to bite her own lip to try and stop herself from laughing. She was being ridiculous and she knew Agnes knew it; knew that there was nothing or no one that would ever come between them. It was all for fun; in jest. Vidal just liked getting under Agnes' skin because Agnes, let her.

"Bad boys get punished for that you know? For getting me jealous over some young thing trying to get into your pants while I'm in the picture..."

Vidal's eyebrows shot up as Agnes' words fell from her mouth. She watched the detective move towards her and ever so gently, reach out to grab Vidal's wrists. Vidal went along with it; always did because she trusted Agnes and her judgement.

Agnes used her upper body as she pushed Vidal down onto the bed; making her land on her stomach with a soft thud. Vidal squealed in delight; a little in faux-fear.

"Is the big bad coming to punish me because...why? I've been...what Agnes? Going around your back? Acting like a what? A who-"

But before Vidal could finish her sentence, she felt the sudden jab at her lower back as Agnes' knee pressed down into her. She let the air press out from her lungs and whatever was left, she moaned loudly. Fingers scrambling to grab the bed sheets around her, Vidal readied herself for whatever the hell Agnes was about to unleash.

Those strong and hard hands found Vidal's waist again as they lifted her up and pulled her back. Vidal allowed Agnes to use her body in whichever way she saw fit; allowing Agnes to be in control. She was happy however, Vidal thought to herself as she clutched the sheets a little harder, that she was on her stomach and Agnes couldn't see the huge grin on her face.

Vidal felt that silicone tease at her still wet folds before pushing in past them once again; easily stretching her out once more. She mewled in pressure and tried to wiggle her hips back onto Agnes' cock but the detective was still holding her hips tightly.

"Please..."

"You don't get to beg."

"But..."

"No."

It was Agnes who pushed herself into Vidal instead of pulling Vidal back onto her. Another loud moan and tripped Agnes to allow herself to do the same; face scrunching as she let the scenario run around her mind. This random newbie thought she could steal Vidal's attention away? Whenever she felt like it? Off of work hours?"

"You think Victoria is at home right now...thinking about fucking you?"

Vidal choked back a moan and failed; pushed her face down into the pillow and tried to breathe. She felt like Agnes was going to rip her right down the middle; each thrust picking up speed and force. She couldn't even answer her back.

"You think she's thinking about me fucking you? About this, right now...how I'm fucking you from behind with my cock between my legs, hmmm?"

Vidal felt her eyes roll back into her head and her mouth open to gently bite down onto the pillow underneath her. The words that were falling out of Agnes' mouth were another level Vidal had never seen or heard come from Agnes. Perhaps it was a streak of jealousy or fear; the possibility now that other women were a threat. It turned Vidal on immensely and she didn't even have the energy to speak up and tell Agnes how fucking hot she thought it all was.

Vidal knew, however, as her body moved backwards and filled each time. Knew that when she could feel her own hot cum drip down her legs and thighs and cover Agnes' toy that that alone was enough of a testament of just how hot she thought this all was. Her body was telling on her; throwing her to the wolf that was Agnes.

[cream-and-tea]

love reading through lay me down and finding pallaspov excerpts where the School Mandated Dissociative Disorder really jumps out they’re really like wow i sure felt a feeling right there and i’m like buddy would you care to elaborate on that at all? and they’re like. no.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

interestingly the only mention i can find of a monastery loquarium is (rendered "loquorium") in "the california padres and their mission" by charles francis saunders and joseph smeaton chase, a book in the public domain:

The Mission relics at Santa Inés are many and interesting. Besides those used in the present-day church services, and the beautiful old vestments that are in the sacristy, there is a considerable collection arranged for interested visitors in an interior room of the convento — a room formerly used as the loquorium, where daily, after dinner and after supper, the friars were at liberty to come to rest for an hour from their laboring and praying, and relax in human chat.

the next paragraph also mentions this room now housing relics "patiently got together from all sorts of places," including "from the earth of the surrounding fields as the plough turns it up"

[akaikali]

@notachamealeon MIKE OUR BF!!

@insanitydog25 mike crew cosplay go brr

[mr-saavik]

Being fueled in my dvd/bluray addiction by my professor/advisor who is getting rid of a bunch and is giving them to me

[deduukkk]

A little addition to the lore of the characters, or rather - their guardians 🧊

As sad as it may sound, Zooble is an orphan🤷‍♀️

❄ | relatives :

I must say right away that I don't give them names, but my tg channel has already come up with names for some characters, for example:

Jax's mother - Agnes

Jax's father - Philip

Pomni's father - Vitaly

⬆ But I will not make these names canon🙅‍♀️

[samulogy]

im begging for you to make a drummer bakugou based on that "i hate attention" video on tiktok of the girl on his lap

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ divine agnes ! the coincidence that i also saw the video on my feed just as i was reading this ask. a bit suggestive, though not full-blown smut. fem!reader ♡

this was the part of the show everyone waited for.

it had started as a half-serious joke during rehearsals, but now, it was a signature moment—where the band performed shirtless and invited fans onto the stage. it was chaotic, but the fans loved it—always ate it up. every. single. time. katsuki, ever the showman despite his usual preference for controlled chaos, played along because, hell, why not? it wasn’t like anyone would hinder his ability to play the drums anyway.

tonight, as dunce face—their lead guitarist—went off stage and picked a handful of lucky fans onto the stage, his eyes locked onto you.

you stood out, not because you were screaming or jumping like the others, but because it felt like you were anticipating what is to come. a black, skin-tight dress that clung to your curves, highlighting the physical attributes of your chest, the stage lights making the fabric shimmer in a way that made katsuki’s throat feel dry.

before he could second-guess himself, he stood up, walked towards you—past eijirou and hanta, who were getting to know some of their chosen fans—and met you halfway on the stage.

“c’mere, princess,” he called, his voice rough but somehow carrying over the background music. “you enjoyin’ the show s’far?” bakugou took your hand—warm, steady—and guided you over to where his drums were and sat you carefully on his lap.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice low enough that only you could hear over the music.

you looked down at him, smiling in a way that sent a slow burn through his chest. “yeah. i—yeah,” you whispered, unsure of what to say.

“relax, i ain’t gonna bite you,” he chuckled, letting your arms search for a place to ground yourself without feeling too awkward and uncomfortable. “hold on to me, yeah? wouldn’t want you fallin’ for someone else.”

katsuki barely had a second to brace himself before getting back into the rhythm. his hands moved on instinct, drumsticks striking with practiced precision, his legs pumping the pedals without missing a beat.

which was when he realized the problem.

his legs were moving.

you were sitting on his lap.

and every time his foot hit the bass pedal, every slight motion of his thighs—you moved with it.

you had your hands on his shoulders, gripping them lightly for balance, your pretty, sparkling nails pressing into his skin—he was sure it’ll leave a mark (good). every shift, every flex of his muscles beneath you made your body press just that much closer, and—fuck.

your dress.

that damn dress.

his eyes kept flickering down, catching glimpses of smooth skin, the curve of your chest barely restrained by the neckline, and the way the fabric clung to your waist. it was a distraction in the worst way possible, his brain fighting between focusing on the setlist and the fact that he had a gorgeous girl practically grinding on him in front of thousands of people. that particular friction had his mind reeling from thoughts, his pants suddenly feeling tighter from the straining of his throbbing cock.

you didn’t seem fazed at all, though. you were smiling down at him, completely unaware of the way his jaw had locked, how he had to dig his heels into the stage to stop himself from reacting.

“you look prettier up close,” you say, sultry whispers close to his ear that had katsuki huffing shortly.

this girl, fuck.

he forced himself to keep his cool, to rely on muscle memory to get through the song, but every little movement—it was practically humping at this point—sent another spark of heat racing through him. his fingers tightened around the drumsticks, knuckles white with the effort of keeping himself under control.

the worst part?

you were enjoying it.

not in a teasing, intentional way—but you were clearly having fun. there was nothing forced about the way you laughed when the crowd cheered, nothing fake about the way you met his eyes and grinned like you belonged there, like you knew exactly what kind of effect you had on him.

he almost fucked up a beat. almost.

katsuki never messed up during a performance, even if he’s had a hundred girls on his lap before, doing the same thing you were, but you were making it damn difficult to keep his head in the game. the exception above all to all of this.

and just as suddenly as it started, the song was over.

he helped you off his lap, graceful as ever, and for the first time in his life, katsuki found himself staring at a girl as you thanked him before you walked away—not because he was annoyed, but because he wasn’t ready for you to go.

before you disappeared into the crowd of fans being escorted off the stage, he caught your wrist, his fingers brushing against your skin.

“you liked it?” he asked, forcing his voice to sound steady, even though his heart was still pounding for an entirely different reason than adrenaline.

you tilted your head, considering. “i don’t really like too much attention,” you admitted. then, with a playful glint in your eyes, you added, “but… i wouldn’t mind if it came from you. in more ways than one, pretty boy.”

then you were gone, melting back into the sea of fans with your friends.

katsuki exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the lingering heat crawling up his spine. suddenly the cold air of the place gave him chills, as if he hadn’t been shirtless for an hour and a half by now. he was about to turn back to his drum kit when he noticed something.

a small, folded note is sitting on his stool.

his name was scrawled on it, and when he opened it, he found a simple message—and a phone number. maybe you’ve expected this from the very beginning.

his lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smirk but not quite anything else either.

tonight just got more memorable for him.

[tragically-jane-doe]

Or I've done the stupid thing of going on Libby and borrowing a stupid amount of books and my indecisiveness is hurting me...

They're pretty much all thriller/horror/suspense tis the season and all