#also now that I see it the crop top and the tank top match! I’m imagining them just walking holding hands wearing them

[thefantasyride]

Holiday Bliss

Terry Richmond x OC Black Reader

I've been wanting to write something for Terry for 4 months and I wanted to post ON Christmas and missed the shit by mere seconds. I'm also a procrastinator and terrible at staying focused so I could finish this ON TIME, but I've had this idea since October so I'm posting the shit anyway. Enjoy and Merry (late) Christmas! 🎄🫶🏾

Warning(s): Smut + Fluff

Ryan and Terry decided to spend the holidays together in a cabin getaway, but Ryan had some plans of her own. 🤭

They created an advent calendar of random activities throughout the month up until Christmas Eve. Today’s activities included making gingerbread cookies and swapping one small gift and opening their stocking stuffers.

Ryan carefully iced the last gingerbread cookie before biting into it. 

Her stocking stuffers included her favorite beauty products from Sephora. Terry was sure to get nothing but gift sets. He didn’t have to do much snooping to figure it out. He paid attention to what she always bought, which ones she mentioned wanting to try, and of course what she had in her cart. Terry’s included travel minis too. His favorite hand lotion, gum, new colognes he’d been wanting to try, and a Swiss Army knife.

Terry took his phone out to snap candids of Ryan in her festive headband, robe, and socks. 

“I love your hair like this.” Terry smoothed loose strands away from her face as he stroked her cheek. 

“Thank you baby.” Ryan batted her eyelashes, making a mental note to squeeze a silk press into the hair rolodex every now and then. 

She adjusted her candy cane headband and smoothed out her silky tresses. She sat in his lap to take selfies with him.

“These are gonna be so cute in the scrapbook. I have some other pictures I wanna take too…”

Terry scrolled through the photos smiling.

Ryan stood in front of Terry as she untied her red and white candy cane robe to reveal a candy cane crop top with the matching g-string and thigh high socks. Her pierced nipples pressed against the thin material of her tank top. 

“Shit…” Terry began snapping pics as she blew kisses at the camera and did her signature duck lips with the peace sign. 

She turned around slowly to show off her plump backside. She made her cheeks jiggle as she bit her lip and looked over her shoulder. Terry leaned forward to record her little show as he took in her curvy frame. Thick thighs, soft tummy, and a plump ass with the titties to match all on display just for him.

“I have something else I wanna show you.” 

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” .

She bent over slowly to hold her ankles and shake her ass cheeks as a red butt plug with a green jewel came into view. 

“Goddamn…” 

She continued to make her cheeks move like water. “You like what you see?” 

“Hell yeah… How long you had this in?” Terry was mesmerized by the way her ass moved with the green jewel nestled in the middle. 

She giggled at the concentration on his face. “Since this morning.” 

Terry hummed as he reached out to rub her ass and thick thighs. 

Ryan kneeled in front of Terry running her almond nails over his muscular thighs, causing the hairs on his arms and legs to stand up.

“Oooh what’s this?” Ryan questioned in a sing songy tone. She rubbed his growing erection before reaching her hand into his boxer briefs. She stared into his stormy eyes as she stroked his dick until it was standing straight up. She spit on the head as she stroked more. 

“Nice and hard just how I like it.”

Terry grunted low in his throat as his dick slapped against Ryan’s tongue as she flicked it across his tip and sucked the head. 

“Shit, Ry…” 

Ryan moaned as she slurped and stroked his dick in tandem. Terry gathered her hair in a ponytail as she pressed her hands against his strong thighs and sucked his dick with no hands. 

“There you go, suck that shit.” 

She began to massage his balls after she spit on his dick and slurped it back up. The combination of her moans and slurping was music to Terry’s ears. 

“Fuck I’m finna bust.” 

“Mmmm give me that nut.” She licked the tip before sucking it again and Terry groaned and grunted as he unloaded in her mouth. Ryan greedily licked it all up. 

“Goddamn, girl…” 

Terry was still hard. He helped her up from her kneeling spot and pulled her into his lap, gripping her ass as he slipped her tongue and sucked on her bottom lip and neck. Ryan grinded against his dick, causing friction to her sensitive clit. The crotch of her thong was soaked and her nipples were hard from his touch. “I want you so bad.”

Terry positioned her on the couch the way he wanted her to get a view of her plump ass plugged up. Ryan rested her head on the back of the sofa as she arched her back. Terry pulled the g-string from between her cheeks to reveal her arousal.

“Look at you creamin’ already. All this for me?” Terry smirked as he spread her cheeks for a better look.. 

“Uh huh.” Ryan’s senses were all over the place. 

Terry lined his dick up with her slit, rubbing the tip against her clit. “Ooooh give it to me please baby.” Terry hissed as he sunk into her tight warmth and she started to bounce.

“Look at me while you throw that ass back. Pretty ass…” Ryan looked over her shoulder at Terry while her hands were planted in front of her. Loose strands from her silk press fell in her face, sticking to her glossy lips as she moaned. Her butt plug began to slip out from her arousal before Terry pushed it back in with his thumb as he delivered steady strokes.

“You nice and full, huh?” Terry teased before smacking each ass cheek. 

Ryan let out a whiny moan in response. “Mmmhmm.. It…feels s-soo g-gooood!” 

Ryan continued to throw her ass back to match Terry’s strokes. She pulled him closer to capture his lips. 

“You’re too far away. I need to feel you.” 

Terry flipped her over, pushing her legs back. He hissed as he slid back in, causing Ryan to cream even more as he hit a new spot. Terry sucked her bottom lip as she squeezed his biceps. Her eyes danced between the small gold chain in her face and his blue-green eyes.

As he leaned closer to her face to kiss her lips, she arched her back at the feeling of him going deeper.

“Oooh you’re s-s-soooo deep!” 

He pressed his hand against her belly as he stroked that spot over and over again. 

Terry took turns toying with each  nipple while rubbing her clit as he sped up his stroke.

Ryan moaned his name as her legs began to shake. “Oh my God, TeeJayyyy!” 

Terry nipped her bottom lip as he pressed into her sweet spot over and over again. “You gone cum for me? Hmm?”

Ryan's skin was warm to the touch, nipples erect, and belly tight. “Oh my God, I’m about to —” Ryan began squirting and creaming before she could finish her sentence. Her pussy clenched around nothing as she panted. Terry rubbed his dick between her pussy lips and against her clit, causing another waterfall.

“Oh FUCKKKKK!” She whined as she tried to control her trembling thighs. 

“Hm, look at that.” Terry looked down in amazement at the mess.

“P-put it b-back in…” Ryan panted as she stared at Terry with pleading eyes. 

Terry obliged as he slid back into her slowly at a steady pace. “Look at you gripping me like that…” 

Ryan clenched around him, causing his hips to falter.

“FUCK, Ryan!” 

She patted her pussy as he came inside. 

Terry leaned in to kiss her lips and all over her face before pulling out to watch their cum slide out of her.  

After their late afternoon session, they showered and fell asleep as their Christmas movie played in the background.

✨ Christmas Day ✨

Terry crunched on a candy cane as Ryan sat the cookies on the coffee table.. 

“Where you get these candy canes?” 

Ryan giggled at his excessive crunching. “You like ‘em?” 

Terry nodded as he took another bite off. “They kinda taste like Cream Savers.” 

 “I swear you’re 65 in a 32-year-old body.” 

“Nah, taste it.” Ryan leaned forward to taste the candy cane. 

“It does taste like a Cream Saver but with peppermint. I need to get these again next year.”

 “You ready for your gifts?”

 “Of course!” 

Terry and Ryan were adamant about capturing memories outside of their iPhones. Ryan took the liberty of starting scrapbooks and photo albums when they became exclusive. Road trips, vacations, random picnics at the park, all of it was captured. 

Terry had gotten more into photography recently so she gifted him a camera with all the equipment along with a sports watch he had been wanting. It had a ton of features with interchangeable bands. And it had to have military time settings, of course. Once a Marine, always a Marine. 

Terry unwrapped a handmade scrapbook that included pictures of him and his cousin Mike. They were 12 years apart, but Terry spent most of his childhood as Mike’s shadow. A small smile formed on his lips as memories came flooding back at the flip of each page. Pictures of them at the park with their other cousins, Terry’s little league games, Mike’s high school graduation, and the last family reunion before he went to jail. At the very back was Mike’s hospital bracelet along with his obituary and a few more recent pictures of the two of them. Mike was more than his cousin. He was his big brother. Terry’s eyes welled up with tears when he spotted the first letter Mike had sent him while he was in boot camp. 

“This is —” Terry paused to gather himself. “I don’t even know what else to say…” He pulled Ryan into his lap, holding on to her tightly.

She kissed his face and rubbed his back as he cried . “I know it’s been hard and I wanted you to have something that would help you remember all the happy times. ” 

Terry sniffled into her chest. “Damn, I didn’t expect it to hit me like that. I appreciate this babe.” Ryan wiped Terry’s tears before pressing her lips against his. “Anything for you, my love.” 

Terry collected himself enough to pass Ryan two slender boxes. She tore into the pretty gift wrap and opened the box to a dainty diamond tennis bracelet with her birthstone to add to her bracelet stack. 

“Babe, this is so pretty!” 

Terry smiled at her reaction. “You gotta open the other one too.”

Ryan unwrapped the small square box to reveal a 14K gold bangle engraved on the inside.

For my favorite girl in the whole wide world. Love, TJ

Ryan paused to blink back her tears. The message was so simple, but it came from her loverboy so it was uber special. She couldn’t wait to see it every day while she was getting dressed.  

“I love them both so much, baby! This is the perfect start to my bracelet stack. Thank you, Snookums!”

 Terry snickered at the nickname and kissed her forehead as she sniffled and wiped away tears. 

For the first time ever, Ryan felt completely safe. As the weeks and months went by, the guard she tried so hard to keep up eventually fell down. She allowed herself to be cared for, to have feelings, and be vulnerable. 

“Oh my God, we’ve turned each other into big saps. What the hell is this? Is this what real feelings are?”

“Shit is wild, ain’t it?” Terry chuckled as he shook his head.

 “Very. But I really love it here and I really love you.” 

“I love you too.”

Tags: @megamindsecretlair @westside-rot

I didn't have an official tag list for Terry, but let me know if you want to be added. 💕

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Also this 🫠

miami really gave us so much last year ✨️😘

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me and the devil / unsub!hotch x reader / chapter three

Summary: Hotch has wormed his way into Y/N's life, much to her surprise. What happens when she lets him see the darkness in her? Will he return the favor?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x AFAB Reader

Word Count: 8557 (i got a little carried away)

Warnings: HARASSMENT, MENTIONS OF M*RDER, Y/N TALKS ABOUT K*LLING SOMEONE (in self-defense), HOTCH TALKING ABOUT M*RDER, DARK!HOTCH, BLEEDING, KNIFE WOUND, STITCHES, MEDICAL INSTRUMENTS, strip club, cursing, Derek being a cheeky bastard, pilates (not sure if this should be a warning but putting it here just in case), hotch being pushy, stubborn!Y/N, stubborn!hotch, flirting, reid get's propositioned

Key: y/n = your name

Author's Note: I apologize for the slow pace at first, I have to lay the foundations of the story! Also apologies for the long chapter, I just had a lot I wanted in this one!

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This work is meant for readers aged 18 and over. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

I had just come through the door after a very long day at clinical when my phone started to ring. I cursed, dropped my clinical bag on the floor, and almost tripped over Cujo in the process. Where’s my damn phone? I’m digging through my bag then remember that I shoved it into one of my backpack pockets. I rip my backpack off and open the zipper pouch, not even checking the caller ID. It’s probably Tia, she’s really the only one who calls me anyway, usually wanting to tell me about her shitty boyfriend.

“It’s Y/N, what’s up bitch?”

“Do you answer the phone like this every time?” Hotch’s dry voice stops me dead in my tracks.

“Oh my god, Hotch, um, no I thought you were one of my friends. She’s usually the one calling me.”

“Don’t you have caller ID?”

“Yes, but you have horrible timing. I just got home and nearly landed on my face trying to get my phone out of my backpack.” He chuckles and my stomach flutters. “What can I help you with today, Agent Hotchner?”

“Are you busy right now?”

“Well, that depends. I have pilates in thirty minutes but you’re more than welcome to join me.” I say, knowing full well he won’t take me up on the offer.

“I’m down for pilates. Where is it?” My brain short circuits a little bit.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Where do you do pilates?”

“You? Want to come to the pilates class? With me?”

“Why not? I’ve been cooped up in my office all day.”

“Um, sure.” I give him the address of my favorite gym. “Oh, and the air conditioning is always on the fritz so dress light.” Seeing him drop off the car for me the other day made me horny enough, with him in a tight quarter-zip and jeans, I can’t imagine what seeing him in workout clothes will do to me.

“Got it. I’ll see you there.” The line goes dead, and I stare at my phone for a few minutes trying to understand what just happened.

“Okay. I’m a little confused, but I’ll take it.” I mutter to myself as I put my backpack away, shove my clinical bag in the closet, and head back to the bedroom. I shimmy out of my scrubs, tossing them in my hamper before digging through my drawer of workout clothes. I usually just throw on whatever is on top and call it a day, but now I’m pulling everything out. Y/N, he’s literally seen you in next to nothing and in sweats, it doesn’t matter what you wear to pilates.

I settle on a sky-blue matching cropped tank and shorts and rush into the bathroom to fix my hair before I slip on a pair of shoes, kiss Cujo on the head, and I’m out the door. I jog down the stairs to the car he’s loaning me – he told me it’s decommissioned, but it’s still a black-tinted SUV and draws a lot of attention. I feel like a badass every time I drive it, and also that I might accidentally take out an unsuspecting mailbox.

I hear a low whistle and I see one of my downstairs neighbors, Max, approach with his hands on his hips.

“Who’d you have to blow to get that ride?” He says, grinning at me.

“Would you believe me if I said no one?” I shoot back.

“Not in a million years. Looks military-grade, like the cars they have at the FBI headquarters.” I watch as the gears start to turn in his head, and I just smile at him sweetly. “Wait a minute. Is this an FBI car?”

“A woman never kisses and tells.” I say, turning to walk to the driver’s side and shout over my shoulder, “It’s been decommissioned!”

“Who gave that to you?” He shouts.

“Doesn’t matter! I’m just borrowing it!”

“Can I meet him?”

“Hell no!” I get in the car and slam the door shut, buckling my seat belt. The gym I like is only five or six minutes from my apartment and I make it there in no time. I check my hair in the car mirror, messing with it until I’m satisfied, before sliding out of the giant SUV. I’m locking the car when a matching black SUV pulls into a spot a few down from me. I try to swallow my grin as I stroll over to Hotch’s car, and when he gets out my mouth goes dry. I knew he was muscular under that suit, but god damn he’s hot. He’s in a black tank top and black shorts and I want to do some not-very-pure things to him.

“Hey!” I say, kind of out of breath and I curse myself for it.

“Hey to you too.” He shoots me a disarming smile, and I turn and start to walk to the entrance. "Is now a good time to tell you I’ve never done pilates before?”

“Well, don’t come crying to me when you’re in pain tomorrow,” I say, and grin at him. I push open the door and swing right towards the stairs. “You’ll probably be the only guy in class, so I apologize in advance if everyone’s ogling you.” I wink at him, and he laughs.

“Got it. How hard can pilates be anyway?” He says, and I laugh at that, someone joining in at the top of the stairs. It’s Lily, the pilates instructor.

“Famous last words, my new friend,” Lily says when we get to the top of the stairs.

“What’s the AC status today, Lily?”

“Lukewarm air, so you’re gonna sweat, sorry.” I groan and Hotch and I follow her into the large room. I grab a mat by the door, and Hotch follows suit.

“Do you want to be in the front, middle, or back?” I ask, motioning at the space. There are only a couple of people here so far, so we have our pick of spots.

“Front. So I can see what the instructor is doing.”

“Smart choice.” We make our way to the front and lay out our mats. I immediately slide off my shoes and start stretching. I sit with my legs out in front of me and stretch toward them, folding gracefully. I flex my feet a couple of times as I’m bent over and then come back up, stretching my arms as I go. Hotch follows suit, stretching as well and before we know it the class has filled up and it’s time to begin. I can hear them whispering about them, the two girls behind us. They’re not as subtle as they think they are. I glance at Hotch and mutter, “Well, it looks like you’ve already got two admirers,” and minutely jerk my head in their direction. He just grins at me and shrugs and I roll my eyes at him.

Lily starts off slow, but by the middle of the class, Hotch is trying very hard to conceal his panting.

“Not so easy now, is it?” I say, shooting him a smirk. He glares at me and says,

“Shut up.”

“You’re not doing too bad.” I say, easily shifting to the next pose while he struggles, and I add, “At least, for a beginner.” He glares at me again and I just smile at him. When the class is finished, he flops down on his mat, chest heaving, and shirt soaked with sweat. It clings to his sculpted chest, and I realize I’m staring. I shift my gaze away, busying myself with stretching out instead. I finish stretching and Hotch is still lying there, breathing hard. “Do you need me to call an ambulance?” I ask, sweetly, and I hear Lily laugh. He scowls, pushing himself up and looking at me.

“You’re barely sweating, how is that possible.” He mutters.

“Well, I do this three times a week. Sometimes four.”

“YOU DO THIS THREE OR FOUR TIMES A WEEK? What are you a masochist?”

“Fuck around and you might find out,” I say, winking at him, and I swear the flush on the back of his neck isn’t just from the workout.

He catches his breath a few minutes later and stretches out as I pull my shoes back on. I roll up my map, tuck it under my arm and make my way to the back of the class, putting it away. A second mat thuds next to mine a few moments later and I can feel him behind me, his body heat radiating off of him.

“So, the final verdict on pilates?” I ask over my shoulder as we make our way out of the room, and he falls in step beside me.

“Hard. But good.”

“Not a man of many words, I see.” He chuckles at that.

“Do you want to get dinner with me?” I almost fall down the steps at that, and my hand grips the railing. He must read my response as negative when I’m really trying to get my breathing under control because the idea of spending time alone with him has me sweating. “I’m not expecting anything, I just want to get to know you better. You keep me on my toes – you’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met.”

“And that’s a good thing?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.

“That’s a very good thing.” He gives me a small smile. I’m quiet for a moment before saying,

“I would love to get dinner with you, but I really want to change my clothes and take a quick shower, if that’s okay with you.”

“Of course. I’ll just hang out with Cujo.” I laugh at that.

“Cujo would love to hang out with you.” We part ways at the door, and I get into my borrowed car and drive home with him trailing close behind me. I unlock the door and let him into my apartment, Cujo running up to Hotch first, instead of me. “Traitor,” I mutter at him, and I can hear Hotch chuckle behind me. “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll only be fifteen minutes or so.”

“Take all the time you want. I don’t mind waiting.” I make my way back to my bedroom and I’m struggling to decide what to wear when I hear his voice call to me.

“Hey, Y/N, what if we just get Chinese delivered instead?”

“Fine by me, I have a menu for the local place on my fridge. My favorite dish is circled if you want to go ahead and call it in.” I holler back. That makes my decision on what to wear a lot easier, I pull out a big T-shirt and a pair of gray joggers. I grab a pair of underwear and fuzzy socks and walk into the bathroom, rid myself of my sweaty exercise clothes, and turn on a hot stream of water. I can hear Hotch’s voice through the door ordering food, and I smile to myself as I step into the scalding water. I scrub my body efficiently and am done within ten minutes. I turn off the shower, step out on my bathmat, and dry my body off. I slip into the clothes I picked out, give myself a once-over in the mirror, and walk out of the bathroom. He’s on the couch with Cujo’s head in his lap when I emerge. I suddenly feel self-conscious in my lounge clothes, but I swallow it down. This man has seen me in next to nothing, an old t-shirt and joggers aren’t going to erase scandalous pictures of me inside his head. I settle on the couch opposite him, tucking my feet up under me and my hair behind my ears.

“Seriously, though, how can do pilates and still look angelic at the end of it?” He asks, leaning his head against the couch and looking at me. I feel the tips of my ears grow hot at his half-compliment.

“Lots of practice. And self-discipline.” He furrows his brows.

“Do you not like doing pilates?”

“I like the endorphins, but I mostly do it to look my best for the club. You’d be surprised how much of my paycheck goes to maintenance: waxing, hair care, the gym, makeup, outfits, and shoes. Yeah, I make a lot of money, but I’ve had to make myself valuable to get to that point.” He nods, and I can see him thinking really hard.

“Do you like dancing?” He finally asks.

“Nobody really ever asks me that,” I say, and pause, “I like the money. I like the attention, which I know sounds bad, but it feels good to feel desired. I like Tia, my friend I met because of dancing. But dancing as a whole? I’m not sure. There are a lot of pros, but there are also a lot of cons. Men who don’t understand boundaries, men who expect more than just a lap dance and pretty smile, men who think they own you. I don’t like that.” I watch his jaw clench at that. “I can take care of myself pretty well, but dancing can be very isolating. After all, who wants to date someone who literally takes her top off as a job?” I laugh a little, but it comes out short and harsh.

“Well, if someone doesn’t want to date you because of that, that’s their problem, and they’re wrong for not seeing you separate from your occupation.” He says and strokes his hand over Cujo’s head. Cujo lets out a heavy sigh and we both laugh at that, and it lightens the mood. There’s a sharp rap on the door and I get up and open it to see the delivery guy – it’s James, one of Tia’s regulars.

         “James! How are you?”

         “Good! Whoever bought you food tonight tipped me handsomely, so please thank your new boy toy for that.” He says, handing the food over. I peek my head around the door and Hotch just smiles and shrugs. I narrow my eyes at him but bid James a good night before shutting the door.

         “How much did you tip him?”

         “Doesn’t matter.”

         “Mhmm,” I say and take the paper containers out of the plastic bag. It smells so good as I set the food on the coffee table and my mouth starts to water. “What did you order?”

         “Shrimp Lo Mein.” He says, reaching forward and grabbing a container labeled with an “S” on it. I grab my container of orange chicken and open the vegetable fried rice.

         “Do you want a plate for the fried rice?”

         “I wouldn’t mind one if it’s not a bother.” I set my container down and walk to the kitchen, pulling down two mismatched plates.

         “Do you need a fork or are you proficient in chopsticks?”

         “I’m proficient in chopsticks.” He says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

         “Well, that makes one of us,” I say and walk back to the living room, handing him a plate. We divide up the fried rice and I settle back on the couch. We make small talk as we eat, but it’s not awkward. It feels like we’ve known each other forever. He asks me about being in school, and what I’m doing in my clinical, and I in turn ask him about his cases (which he claims he can’t tell me much about, but I know he’s taking some liberties with that as I do get more than a handful of details about his latest case). We finish our food and set our plates on the coffee table, and he says,

         “Oh, that reminds me. My team has been asking about you since our run-in with them at the bar last week, and Morgan finally conceded and agreed to be their chauffeur for the club. They’re coming tomorrow night, just giving you a heads up.” He scratches the back of his neck, seemingly embarrassed.

         “And will their Section Chief be in attendance as well?” I ask coyly and watch as the tips of his ears turn pink.

         “Well, someone has to keep an eye on them.” He says but won’t look me in the eyes.

         “That’s good to hear. And tomorrow is fantasy night at the club, so it’ll be a different setting than you’re used to, different clothes as well.”

         “Isn’t everything about going to a strip club a ‘fantasy’?” He says, miming air quotes on the last word. I laugh.

         “Yes, you’re correct, but this is like witches, elves, princesses, pirates, all of that sort. We started it a few months ago, and if I’m remembering correctly, you haven’t attended one.”

         “Keeping an eye on me, are you?” The room suddenly feels stuffy.

         “Just staying aware of my surroundings, especially of men who seem to stare at me.” I shoot back, grinning, and he holds his hands up in mock defeat.

         “So, what’s your costume?”

         “I usually go as an elven princess. I’ve got fake ears and everything.” He chuckles at that. “And I typically wear a white wig with bangs.”

         “Sounds like quite the getup.”

         “People love it, I make a lot of money on fantasy nights. My friend, Tia, the one you’ve seen, always goes as a mushroom fairy.”

         “What the hell is a mushroom fairy?” He looks genuinely confused.

         “You’ll see tomorrow,” I say with a laugh. We continue talking late into the night, and we jump from one topic to the next with ease. It’s nearing midnight when he suddenly grows serious and says,

         “Tell me your deepest secret.” I blink a few times in surprise.

         “Well, Mr. Hotchner, that’s a very serious question for a first, whatever-this-is,” I say jokingly, but I know he can tell I’m deflecting.

         “I’m just curious. There’s a lot I don’t know about you. A lot I’d like to know about you. If you’ll let me learn.”

         “And there’s a lot I’m sure you don’t want to know,” I mutter, and he just watches me. Finally, I concede with a sigh and whisper, “Sometimes I worry that I’m not a good person. That I’m there’s something twisted and evil inside of me, just waiting for the right opportunity to snap.”

         “Snap and do what?” It’s a non-judgmental question and I’m grateful for it.

         “I don’t know, but sometimes I’m afraid of the violence I feel inside of me.”

         “I understand that.”

         “You do?” I ask quickly, glancing at him.

         “More than you know. Thank you for telling me that.” It’s quiet, and I don’t know what comes over me, but I blurt out the next sentence quickly.

         “I killed a man once.” His hand stills from petting Cujo but resumes quickly. I can feel his eyes on me as I stare at my hands and pick at my cuticles. “A few weeks into working at the club, a man started to take a special interest in me. He started to request dances, and then private rooms where he would say horrible things and try to get me to do things that aren’t allowed. Then he started to threaten me when I told him no, saying he knew where I lived, and that he was going to kill me and my dog. I didn’t know what to do. I told my boss and she just made other girls dance for him, never really kicking him out or anything. After what happened, we now have tighter security, and my old boss was fired for negligence. I always rejected his advances, desperate to find someone else to service. One night, it was really late when I came home, and as I was unlocking my door, I was grabbed from behind and thrown to the ground. It was him. He pulled out a hunting knife and advanced toward me. I scrambled back and as he approached, I kicked him in the crotch, really hard. He dropped the knife, and in a mad scramble for it, he pinned me to the ground, hands around my throat, intent on choking the life out of me. I had almost lost consciousness when I felt the edge of the hunting knife. I was able to slide it towards me and grab it. Without thinking, I slit his throat and he bled out on top of me. The court dismissed it, due to the fact that it was self-defense.” I collect my thoughts for a few seconds, then add, “Sometimes, late at night, I think about that moment and the power that I felt. He thought he was the one to be afraid of, but it was me all along. That’s why I’m afraid of myself. I have no idea what I’m capable of.” I pause and look at him. I’ve never told anyone that story except for Tia. He has a very contemplative look on his face but doesn’t say anything. “I understand if you don’t want to continue whatever this is, anymore,” I say with a dry laugh and glance away. I feel his warm, calloused hand grab mine, and he squeezes it.

         “Nothing you say could scare me away, Y/N. I’ve seen and killed evil people, and I can tell you, you aren’t one of them.” My throat closes up and he has a sincere look on his face when I finally look at him.

         “Thank you,” I whisper, then clear my throat, “Now it’s your turn, what’s your deepest darkest secret?”

         “Well, mine’s along the same line as yours. I killed the man who murdered my wife.”

         I nod and rationalize it, “Well, he can’t hurt anyone else close to you if he’s dead. Good riddance, I say.” I throw in at the end, trying to lighten the mood, and he obliges me, tipping his head back in a laugh.

         “Good riddance indeed.”

         I don’t remember falling asleep, but I shift awake when I feel a blanket draped over me.

         “Huh?” I mutter, blinking slowly. “Oh, hi, sorry, did I fall asleep?” I whisper to Hotch, who’s standing over me.

         “Just for twenty minutes or so. I didn’t want to wake you, you looked so peaceful.”

         “It’s okay,” I reply, smiling up at him. “I guess I’ll see you out? Thanks for hanging out with me.” I stretch my arms over my head and yawn. Cujo is passed out on the couch beside me, and he doesn’t wake as Hotch helps me up. I walk over to the door, unlock it, and lean against it. “Well, I’ll see you,” I check my phone, “Tonight, I guess.” I give him a sheepish smile.

         “I’ll see you tonight.” He kisses my cheek and jogs down the stairs. I watch him leave, then lock the door. The food containers are gone from the coffee table, and the plates have been rinsed off and are sitting in the sink. I smile to myself as I open the fridge, and sure enough, my leftovers are sitting right on the middle shelf. I brush my teeth and fill up Cujo’s food bowl before getting into bed.

         It’s well past 1:00 PM when I finally force myself to get out of bed. I sit on the edge for a few minutes and collect myself, remembering that Hotch was over last night. I can’t believe I told him that. He didn’t need to know that about you. I scold myself. He’s a federal agent, Y/N, he’s probably done much worse than what you did. There’s something about him that I can’t quite put my finger on. It’s like he only lets me see so much, but despite that, I can feel that dark thrum from him, it’s something dangerous, akin to the feeling I had about him during the first meeting. He’s hiding something, and I’m desperate to find out what he thinks I can’t handle. I sigh and rub my eyes, Cujo sprawled across my bed and breathing heavily. I finally shuffle to the kitchen and make a slice of toast with strawberry jam, eating it over the sink, not wanting to dirty a plate. My phone starts to ring, and I walk back to the room to grab it. This time I check the caller ID, and I’m a little disappointed to see it's only Tia.

         “Hey bitch, what’s up?” I ask, wedging the phone in between my shoulder and ear as I dig through my closet to find my fantasy outfit. We only have fantasy night once a month, so I keep my outfit wedged in the back of my closet so as to not take up what little space I actually have in there.

         “I came by your apartment last night to hang out, and can you imagine my surprise when I saw you and your man get out of matching cars and head up to your apartment? When were you gonna tell me about that?”

         “It’s not like that! We were just hanging out and eating some dinner. Tia, he came to pilates with me!”

         “I’m sorry, a man willingly went to pilates with you?”

         “Yes!”

         “Did he almost die?”

         “You know it. It was so funny; I was holding in a laugh so hard.” Tia laughs at that. “I’m sorry for not telling you. It was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing.”

      ��  “I’m just giving you a hard time. So did you fuck?” She asks the question so nonchalantly and I choke on air.

         “TIA! NO, WE DIDN’T!” I exclaim. “Jesus.”

         “What? I’m just curious.” I can hear the smile in her voice.

         “He’s coming to the club tonight. With his whole team. He said they keep asking about me. Remember I ran into them a week ago at the bar?”

         “Ah yes, after your man heroically saved you from that group of men.”

         “Stop calling him that! He’s not my man! And I’m the one who threatened to beat the shit out of them, Hotch was my backup, remember?”

         “Okay, Black Widow, whatever. He’s coming tonight? On fantasy night? That man is going to be on his knees for you.”

         “You flatter me.” I snort.

         “We’re seriously getting the whole Behavioral Analysis Unit in the club tonight?”

         “Yes, but don’t tell them I told you about them. You already know about Derek, but I swear these people can read you like you’re an open book.”

         “Noted. What did you and Hotch talk about?”

         “Nothing really, just chatted.”

         “Yeah, sure. And how long was he over at your apartment?” I go quiet at that. “That’s what I thought. All I’m saying is, get your bag, get your mans, and get the hell out. I don’t care how many people you have to step on to do it, me included. I’ve seen the way he watches you; he would do anything for you if you simply asked.”

         “Tia, now you’re reading into things. Last time I checked, you’re not a profiler.”

         “I’m a dancer. That’s just as good, you forget that we know how to read people too. Use it to your advantage.” I finally find my outfit in the back of the closet and pull it out, throwing it onto the bed.

         “You’re talking like I’m going to war, not getting a boyfriend.”

         “Well, hopefully, you’ll be getting a husband.”

         “Tia! God! We’ve hung out once! We’re not getting married!”

         “You say that now. I’ll ask again a few months from now and see where you’re standing.”

         “I’m hanging up now. I’ll see you later.” I end the call and toss my phone onto the bed. I groan. Tia can be up to no good a lot of the time, but I don’t know what’s gotten into her lately. All she can talk about is how Hotch looks at me, and believe me, I’ve noticed that myself.

         I busy myself with homework for the next few hours; I’ve got a big test next week and I really want to do well on it. I heat up the leftover Chinese food midafternoon and eat it, still studying. I take Cujo on a walk closer to 4:00 PM and then gather all my stuff to get ready at the club. I kiss Cujo on his nose before carrying my bag and outfit to the car. I drive to work, parking closer to the entrance than normal. I’m not taking any chances after being followed last week.

         Tia’s already inside getting ready – her fantasy night looks are always extravagant and take a lot of time to put together, so she always shows up earlier than me. She’s halfway through her makeup when I sit down next to her and dig around for my makeup bag. I find my primer and get to work. I go with a dark eye with gold winged eyeliner, dramatic lashes, and black lipstick. Tia helps me get my wig on and secured, and then I put my fake elf ears on and slip into my dress. Tia buckles my shoes for me, and I glance at myself in the mirror and grin. I’ve always loved fantasy nights – a night where I can pretend to be someone else for a few hours. I look every bit like the dark-elven fantasy I’m trying to capture. I wait for Tia to finish her makeup and we chat; it only takes her fifteen more minutes and then I help her into her baby doll dress that she hand-painted to look like a red mushroom.

         “There you go, my little mushroom fairy,” I say, patting her on the shoulders when I finish zipping up her dress. She does a little twirl for me, and I laugh. “Come on, let’s get out there and make some money.” We make our way into the club and it’s starting to fill up quickly. I don’t have any stage sets tonight, due to my dress being a little longer than usual. I fidget, nervously adjusting the gold caps on my cape as I survey the crowd. Tia’s already run off somewhere, so I’m alone.

         “Look at you, baby girl!” I hear from my left and I let out a sigh of relief when I turn to see Morgan approaching me with a grin on his face.

         “Morgan! It’s so good to see you. Hotch said you and the team would be here tonight.”

         “Hanging out with Hotch, are you?” My cheeks grow hot at the insinuation. “Just messing with you. God knows Hotch needs some loosening up. Do you know how many times I had to ask him to come here with me? I asked for months. When he finally conceded, all it took was one look at you for him to ask me to come back with him.” My jaw drops a little bit. Morgan just winks at me, offering up his arm. “Want to come and talk to the team?”

         “Lead the way, Agent Morgan,” I say, and he chuckles. We walk towards the back left corner of the club, and sure enough, the team is commandeering an entire table. Penelope shrieks when she sees me, jumping out of her seat and rushing over to grab me in a hug.

         “You look like someone straight out of a fantasy game! You’re stunning! I’m literally obsessed with you.” She speaks quickly, smiling at me.

         “Thank you,” I reply and give her a small smile. JJ and Emily echo her sentiments. I feel suddenly shy as I turn to Hotch. “Well, what do you think?” I say low enough so only he can hear as I approach him.

         “You look like an evil queen. I like it.” My cheeks grow hot, and I glance down.

         “I need to go make some money, I’ll be back though, I promise,” I say to the whole team. “Please, enjoy yourself!” And with that, I make my way into the dense crowd.

         I’m true to my word. I’m back an hour later and eight hundred dollars richer. I take note of Hotch’s body language as I approach. He sits up straighter, eyes always following me. God damn it, Tia’s right, we are profilers…kind of. He looks me over like he’s assessing for damage, or he just wants to look his fill. I approach him, and lean down to whisper in his ear,

         “Can I sit in your lap? There are not really any open chairs here.” I glance at him, and he nods, shifting so I can sit in his lap. I feel the whole team pause for a split second, then continue their conversation, trying really hard not to stare. It gives me the opportunity to whisper in his ear, “I’m feeling generous, so I won’t make you pay for this.” He lets out a loud laugh at that and the table grows quiet again before quickly picking back up.

         “Thanks for sparing my wallet.” He murmurs in my ear, and I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up. This is the closest we’ve been since that first meeting when I laid him out. I lean back and rest my back on his broad chest before joining in on the team’s conversation. They’re currently trying to figure out how many times Dr. Reid, whom I just met, is going to get propositioned. I laugh at this.

         “How many times has it been so far?”

         “Three!” Morgan exclaims, “Unbelievable!”

         “Not really. You’d be surprised how many girls prefer nerdy guys over, hmm, muscle head men like you, Derek?” I say with a smirk, quirking an eyebrow at him. Emily laughs at this, and JJ even smiles into her drink.

         “Aren’t you going to fawn over Dr. Reid as well, Y/N?” Hotch whispers in my ear. I twist my head back to look at him before simply saying,

         “He’s not my type.” I wink at him, turning back around and the team busies themselves with not looking at us. At that moment, I see a man making his way towards us. “Oh, fuck, come on!” I groan. The team looks confused, so I elaborate quickly. “The man that’s approaching kept trying to get handsy with me earlier. His hand literally tried to go up my skirt.” I feel Hotch stiffen underneath me, a hand coming to rest on my hip.

         “Hey, why’d you leave?” He says, coming up to the table, oblivious to the federal agents – one whose lap I was literally sitting in.

         “I got bored. Please leave me alone, I’m with someone right now.” The man looks Hotch over, and I feel his grip tighten on me.

         The man snorts. “Yeah, right. Why don’t you come with me, and I’ll show you what a real man is like.” Hotch’s anger is rolling off of him in waves.

         “If you keep bothering me, I’m going to get security and have them kick you out. You already tried to grope me; they would love to kick you out just for that.”

         “Fucking bitch.” The man says, lunging forward and grabbing my wrist, pulling me out of Hotch’s lap, but he isn’t too far behind, and as I trip over my shoe, he’s quick to catch me, his arm slinging low around my waist.

         “Leave her alone or you’ll regret it.” His tone is dangerously low, and I know if I were to look into his eyes right now, they would only show the promise of violence, not the man who always laughs at my jokes.

         “I’ll get a hold of you eventually, bitch.” The man spats, finally letting go of my wrist and he shoots Hotch and me a hateful glare as he retreats into the crowd. I massage my wrist, holding it close to my chest. Hotch turns me around, taking my wrist into his hand.

         “Does it hurt?”

         “A little bit. Doesn’t feel broken though, so I’ll be okay. It’ll probably just bruise.” His gaze darkens at that.

         “Are you okay?” He asks quietly, eyes searching mine. I just nod and he takes a seat again, making room for me. I step over on shaky legs from the adrenaline and position myself in Hotch’s lap again. He starts absentmindedly tracing patterns onto my thigh, and my mind narrows down to the feeling of his hand on my leg. I know he’s just trying to calm me down after the confrontation, but I feel like I’m manually breathing as he continues, before quickly remembering who else is at this table. I calm my breathing, forcing myself to talk to them when talking to anyone but Hotch is the last thing I want to do right now. If he’s aware of the effect he has on me, he doesn’t show it.

         Before I know it, an hour has passed, and I’m really enjoying talking to his team. They’re funny, and I find myself easily trusting them. I lean back to whisper to Hotch,

         “I’m gonna go and make more money.”

         “Will you be okay?”

         “I think you know I’m more than capable.” He grins at that.

         “Indeed, I do.” His hand retracts from my thigh, and I feel like I can breathe again. I slip out of his lap.

         “Where you off to, baby girl?”

         “To do my damn job, Morgan!” I shout over my shoulder and push my way back into the crowd.

         I just finished giving a lap dance to one of my regulars when I feel strong fingers grab my shoulder. I turn around, seeing who has the audacity to touch me that rudely and I’m face to face with the man from earlier. I try to wriggle out of his grasp, but he’s got me backed into a corner. To anyone else, this would just look like a more intimate moment, no one would suspect anything.

         “Get the fuck off of me!” I shout over the loud music.

         “You made me look bad, little girl. Now, you’re gonna pay for it.” He raises his hand to strike me, and I’m pinned in the corner, with no room to move. I brace myself for the blow that never comes. I open my eyes and see that Hotch’s large hand has closed around the man’s wrist. He pulls, hard, and the man goes flying back and lands on his ass.

         “I told you to leave her alone.” He growls, and many eyes are starting to watch us. Hotch starts to advance on the man, nothing kind left in his eyes. I rush up and grab his bicep.

         “Hotch. Not here. This is not the time or place to make a scene.” I hiss. “I’m fine.” He won’t stop. “Hotch. Look at me, I’m fine.” I squeeze his arm, hard. The last thing we need in the club is an incident. He finally turns and looks at me. “I’m fine. Let’s just get security and have them kick him out, okay? I don’t need you getting kicked out too because you beat this man into a bloody pulp.” He just nods, jaw clenched tight, and I run to get security. They quickly kick the man out, telling him he’s no longer welcome in this establishment. He looks pissed, but not as pissed as Hotch, and frankly, he should be more afraid of Hotch than anyone else at this present moment. If looks could kill, that man would be dead in a heartbeat. When the man is firmly out the door, Hotch turns and grabs my face in his hands, searching it. “See? I told you, I’m fine. I thought for sure you were gonna shoot him.”

         “I wanted to.” He finally grumbled. The first words he’s said to me since the altercation.

         “You scared the shit out of me, Hotch. I thought you were going to murder him.” I say, looking up at him. And I can see it in his eyes – just how deep the darkness goes. Despite that, there’s not an ounce of fear in my body, as if my darkness acknowledges him and welcomes him in. What secrets are you hiding, Aaron Hotchner?

         Finally satisfied that I’m okay, he grabs my hand and leads me back to the table.

         “Morgan, are they still teaching that self-defense class this weekend?” He asks, his voice clipped.

         “Hotch.”

         “Yeah, 11:00 AM at the recreation field, why?”

         “Y/N will be there.”

         “Hotch,” I say again, yanking on his hand. “I can take care of myself.”

         “And I would feel better if you attended the self-defense class.” He shoots back. Neither of us budges for a few seconds, just two stubborn people staring each other down before I sigh.

         “Fine. I’ll do it.” Hotch nods, pleased. I narrow my eyes at him.

         “Lover’s quarrel?” Morgan jabs and Hotch shoots him a glare so harsh that he holds his hands up in mock defeat. “Forget I asked,” he mutters.

         “Keep an eye on her. I have some business to attend to.” He shoots me a look as if to not ask questions, and there’s a glint in his gaze, something hard and unyielding, and I just nod. I’m not sure if I want to know what he’s about to do, but the less I know the better. He turns and leaves.

         “What the hell happened?” Emily asks, and I recount the incident to them and they all grimace. “Is this a common occurrence with your occupation?” She asks kindly, not judgmental at all.

         “You’d be surprised, but things like this don’t happen all that often. There are a few outliers here and there, but people are respectful for the most part.” My mind flashes back to that night, and I push it quickly out. Now is not the time to be thinking about that. “They’re typically whipped into shape when they get threatened the first time.”

         “And the more persistent ones?” I grin.

         “They get kicked out. Sometimes I like to kick out the ones who are harassing me. It’s very emasculating to be talked down to by a woman and then kicked out on your ass. I enjoy it. But I only do it to the guys I deem as not dangerous.” JJ looks sick to her stomach and Dr. Reid looks appalled, but Morgan just grins.

         “No wonder Hotch likes you; you have as much fire in your veins as he does.” I laugh and it lightens the mood. I talk with them for a few more minutes before saying, “I think I’m actually gonna call it a night, I’ve made enough. Thanks for coming you guys. I’d love to hang out with you all again.” The girls all give me a hug and bid me goodnight. I pass Tia on my way back to the locker room and she waves at me from someone’s lap. I wave back, grab my stuff, and walk to my car. I drive home, radio off, just spending some time in my own head. I park and head into my apartment, Cujo greeting me at the door like always. I fall into my routine quietly, eating a late-night snack as I undress, unpin my wig, and use a makeup wipe to get my makeup off. I take a long shower, needing to decompress after tonight. I’m out of the shower and in my pajamas when there’s a knock at my door. It’s 3:00 AM, and no one should be knocking on my door. I quickly grab my gun from the ottoman, holding it in my dominant hand. My peephole has been warped for ages now, distorting the image of whoever is outside of my door. I rip open the door, holding the gun up.

         “JESUS HOTCH!” I shout, then realize he’s wounded. I click the safety on and toss the gun on my entryway table. “What the fuck? Get inside!” He walks inside, teeth grinding as he holds his hand to his arm. “What the hell happened to you?” I say, peeling his hand away from his arm quickly. His shirt is stained red. I swear again. “Sit on the couch. And don’t move.” I grab my clinical bag from the bedroom, dig around and find my gauze pads. “These aren’t the most sterile, but they’ll do.”

         “That’s fine.” His words are short, leaning back on the couch. I chuck a bottle of ibuprofen at him, and he catches it easily, opens it, and swallows four pills dry.

         “What the fuck, Hotch. Showing up on my door at three in the morning bleeding? Who does that? That’s what a hospital is for!” I’m rambling in my panic.

         “I know, I’m sorry.”

         “Take off your shirt, I need to assess the damage. His arm is stiff as he attempts to remove his dress shirt. “Do I need to cut your shirt off you, idiot?” I ask and he just sighs and nods. I grab my scissors from my bag and make quick work of his dark blue shirt. Thank god he has a t-shirt on underneath it. “You have to take your hand away from the wound for me to assess it,” I say quietly, gently pulling his bloody hand away. I let out a low whistle. “Serrated hunting knife?” I ask.

         “How can you tell that?”

         “The way the skin ripped, it’s obvious if you know what you’re looking at. I can stitch it, but it’s going to hurt like a bitch.”

         “Do it.”

         “Are you gonna tell me how this happened?”

         “It’s better if you don’t know.” I pause my frantic digging through my bag and glance at him. He just looks back and I sigh, finally finding my suture kit.

         “Do you need something to bite down on?” I ask drily and he lets out a small laugh at that.

         “This isn’t the first time I’ve been stitched up on someone’s couch, and I doubt it’ll be the last. Go right ahead, sweetheart.”

         “Oh, so now you want to pull out a pet name when I’m stitching you up on my couch? You really know how to get women.” I mutter, stepping in between his legs. I rip open an alcohol wipe. “This is going to sting. I’ll be quick.” I press the alcohol wipe to his skin, and he hisses, hands coming to grab the backs of my knees. “I know, I know, I’m sorry. I’m done.” I toss the alcohol wipe to the side. “Well, the bleeding has slowed, that’s good.” It’s only three inches long, but I’ve never done stitches on a real person before. “I’m really sorry if you end up with a scar after this. Are you sure you want me to do this? I’ll happily drive you to the hospital.” I’m stalling and he can tell.

         “I trust you. The hospital will ask even more questions than you do.” He adds with a half-smile.

         “Fair enough. If you need a break just tap my thigh. I’ll make it as quick as I can.” I unwrap the sterile needle and grab the needle driver. My hands shake but I take a deep breath and use the tissue forceps to expose the wound. It’s deep. I line up the edges of the wound and push the needle through his skin. His hands tighten on me, but he doesn’t tap out. I pull it until the thread is two to three inches long on the end, and tie three knots in the thread. I readjust the needle driver and push it through his skin again about a quarter inch down. I make quick work of the wound and he never asks for a break, just breathes deeply, in through his nose and out through his mouth. I tie off the last stitch. “I didn’t do a bad job, but it’s not spectacular.” I say, stepping out from between his legs. He twists his head to look at the mostly straight line of stitches I’ve left.

         I grab the large Band-Aid I had pulled out earlier and unwrap it, gently placing it over his sutures. I then realize in my haste; I didn’t put on gloves. My hands are covered in his blood, staining them red.

         “You, uh, don’t have any blood diseases I should know about, do you?”

         “Nope, clean as a whistle.” I nod, retreating to the kitchen to wash my hands. I’m scrubbing them but some of the blood underneath my fingernails is stubborn. I try my best, then dry my hands with a paper towel. I walk back to the living room.

         “Do I want to know what you did to him?”

         “How did you?” I cut him off.

         “I can read people too. You’re not as subtle as you think you are. At least, not when I’m involved.”

         “He won’t hurt you again, I promise you that.” I decide to leave it at that, the man looks exhausted.

         “Is your son with your sister-in-law tonight?” He nods.

         “Come on, I’m not letting you leave until I know you’re okay.”

         “Y/N, I’m fine. I can drive home.”

         “If you’re making me take that damn self-defense class you can let me keep an eye on you for one night.” I snapped.

         “Fine.” He narrows his eyes at me. “I’m not sure who’s the more stubborn one here.”

         “And we’re not about to start a pissing match and find out.” I cross my arms. “Let me get you some clothes.”

         “Y/N, you’ve done enough.”

         “Shut up and accept my generosity,” I mutter and walk back to the bedroom pulling out a pair of lounge pants and large flannel left behind by a shitty ex-boyfriend. “Now, do you need help getting dressed?” I ask sweetly, trying to irritate him. He shoots me a look that tells me I’m already in enough trouble for making him spend the night. “Jesus, okay. Someone’s not in a good mood.”

         I walk back into the bedroom to give him privacy to change. I give him a few minutes, petting Cujo as he lay in his dog bed.

         “You decent?” I call quietly and get a muffled yes in return. I walk back out into the living room, and he looks so comical that I can’t keep a smile off my face. “Okay, come on, I’m not letting an injured man sleep on my couch.”

         “Y/N, seriously, I’m fine.”

         “I’m not in the mood to argue, Hotch. Get your ass in bed before I drag you, okay?” He sighs but follows me back to the bedroom. “I sleep on the left side.”

         “Well, that’s good, because I sleep on the right side.” He gets into bed, grunting as he has to move his injured arm.

         “You better not die in the middle of the night, or else I’m gonna beat your ass in the afterlife,” I mutter, pulling the covers over me. “Here I was thinking it would be an easy night, but, no, someone had to show up bloody on the nursing student’s doorstep.”

         “I’m sorry. I understand if you’re mad at me.” He says quietly into the dark room. I sigh.

         “I’m not mad at you, Hotch. You just scared me, okay?” I admit. In just two weeks this man has seemingly wormed his way into every inch of my brain.

         “I’m sorry.”

         “Just don’t do it again.” I pause, “Or at least give me a warning next time.”

         “I’ll do that.” I hear his smile in the dark.

         “Goodnight, Hotch.”

         “Goodnight, Y/N.” I listen as his breathing deepens and he slips off into sleep. It’s a long time before I do the same.

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[kabillieu]

My students’ final projects are due Monday, so I really have nothing to do this weekend other than the regular catch-up-from-the-week housework. It seems like maybe it’s permanently warm here? I think tomorrow is supposed to be a little chillier, but no more cold weather hopefully.

Baby and I both slept in until 9:45. Excellent.

I have big plans for a walk today. That’s about it. Tomorrow there’s a potluck for the English grad students and faculty. Not sure how well attended it will be, but I’m going and bringing my family. I know probably no one cares about my baby, but I have a little bit of a compulsion to show him off. Like, here, here’s what I made. It’s probably tied up in so publicly losing the first baby and wanting to show that the second baby is here and made it and is ok.

Oh, and I'm going to make blueberry pie bars for the potluck. As much as I've talked about baking in the last few weeks, I'm still NOT a baker, so I'm nervous, but these bars look so good, and I want to try them.

I'm not at all, at all at all, looking forward to being separated from Dominic most of the summer. It's still the worst, and I hate it. But I am looking forward to being in Florida, in our house, for so long. The Midwest is pretty in the summer, but I miss big water terribly, so I can't wait to be able to see the bay every day.

Speaking of water, I bought some new swimsuits at Target, including (gasp) a two piece! I guess a bit of a content warning here that I'm going to talk about body image a little: Okay. So I have never in my entire life, even at my lowest weight, felt comfortable in a bikini. My body is very different now after my last two pregnancies. My weight is at a high point, which is fine, but I wanted to challenge myself to wear a high-waisted bikini at least sometimes this summer. Target is not great for high-wasted bottoms, but I did manage to find one and a matching top that are genuinely cute. I think I'm also going to order a Cupshe two piece as well. Probably bad because fast fashion, but they seem like a viable option for low-priced swimwear.

I also bought a cropped tank top that I'm planning on wearing with some elastic high-waisted shorts I have. I have always carried more weight in my stomach, and it has always made me feel like I can't wear certain things, but at almost 41 I just want to wear the cute things that other people wear and not think about it too much. So that's my plan for the summer. To wear my clothes and not think about whether I have the "right" body type for them.

[disengaged]

fashion icon please walk me through the brands ur wearing espesh the shoes and pants 🙏

i have been accused of being a lot of things but a fashion icon is NOT one of them …… thank u wtf that’s hilarious

anyways, below the cut. hopefully you meant my most recent selfie otherwise that’s embarrassing

these shoes are actually Caterpillar brand, weirdly enough ??? they’re the Rise Sneaker (P723406). for some reason they don’t sell them on the CAT site anymore but you might still find them elsewhere if you look. seriously can’t recommend enough, they give me a solid 1” height boost, they’re insanely comfy, & they have great treads! they were on sale for like $100 when i bought them, but i’ve worn them nearly every day for the past 3 years (including throughout the winter & walking like 20-30km/day for two months while in europe lol) & they’re only just now starting to wear down on the inside of the heel, so worth the investment. i also have foot issues (bunions, overpronation) and they’ve been a lifesaver, really wanna get another pair ASAP :’-) if i were a cartoon character these would def be in my permanent outfit

the pants are Underarmour brand HeatGear no-slip waistband ankle leggings (in this colour), except i have short legs so they’re not ankle leggings on me at all tbh. very comfy tho! very squat-proof. & super bright, i even wore them to a rave last month. got ‘em for $20 at Winners last year. love the random side pocket

and uhhh the tank top is just a random shirt i thrifted 3 years ago, my shoulders got too broad after T so i cut the sleeves off. and then cropped it. because what’s the point of having a stomach tattoo if no one can see it .

anyways !! this was random but also fun !! thanks for the ask, even if i really don’t think i’m one to be giving fashion advice. i wish i were the type of person who wears cute matching sets to the gym, but yknow. they’re expensive, i do laundry like once a month, and these days i mostly go to the gym after work at like 3am when no one is around to appreciate me looking good, so uhhh . it ain’t happening. random t-shirt + pants that don’t match ftw

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello! Could I get a matchup for Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, and Obey Me?

PRONOUNS: She/Her

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

Zodiac/MBTI: Aries, INFP

APPEARANCE: I’m 5'2"/160 cm, have a long wavy hair. I usually wear a soft girl aesthetic clothes. Short skirts and a crop top / loose shirt plus 2-inched sandals. But if I'm not in the mood to search for outfits I go for short shorts and t-shirt / tank top with flannel on top.

PERSONALITY: I always have this resting bitch face and quiet when alone and only smile to people I know. My friends are always amused to my sarcastic and sassy personality. They always find my words funny even if I don't intend to joke. I may be sarcastic and sassy, but I am also a cheery type of girl. I'm a fast learner plus book and street smart. Have high grades even if I'm a laid-back type of student that loves to procrastinate. I rarely review for exams, but I still get high scores.

LIKES and DISLIKES: I love to listen to J-Pop and K-Pop music. I also love sweets especially chocolate (that makes me a sweet tooth and also a chocoholic). I’m not fond of sour food. I also hate complete darkness; I need a bit of light. I also hate it when I’m already doing a chore or a task then someone had to tell me I need to do it (like, I’m already doing it, now I’m not in the mood to do it anymore)

HOBBIES: Writing, reading, listening to music, watching anime, play league and genshin as well as some rhythm games.

~⛅️

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

Thoma would love making sweet treats for you. He’s great at cooking so no matter what you’re craving, he’ll be able to make it.

He loves spending time reading with you. He doesn’t get a whole lot of time to relax so any time he does have free, he wants to spend it with you.

If you share your writing with him, Thoma will always read it carefully and give you good feedback on everything he liked about it.

Thoma completely understands how annoying it is when people ask you to do something you were already doing. He’s had that happen too many times so he knows that feeling all too well.

He’s also really good at knowing when you’re doing things so he’ll never ask you to do something you’re already doing.

He loves it when you smile. He knows you only smile around people you know so he likes that you smile around him. It makes him feel connected to you.

In Honkai Star Rail, I match you with...

Caelus loves playing video games with you. I see him as a fan of rhythm games so he’d love playing those with you.

I think he’d also be a fan of J-Pop and K-Pop. He’d love to dance with you while listening to your favourite songs. If there’s a dance routine that goes along with the song, Caelus would absolutely learn it.

While I don’t think Caelus has a sweet tooth himself, he’s always on the lookout for treats when he gets to a new planet.

He will always do his best to make sure there’s some light wherever you go. If it’s unavoidable, he’ll hold your hand and give it a reassuring squeeze whenever you need it.

Caelus loves your sarcasm. There are a lot of things he thinks when people ask him to do their menial jobs for them. He’s glad you vocalise those thoughts sometimes.

In Obey Me, I match you with...

Levi absolutely has a sweet tooth to rival your own. During gaming sessions, he would absolutely share any chocolates or sweets he has stashed in his room with you.

Video game dates are an absolute must! Levi plays pretty much every game under the sun so whatever you feel like playing, he’s happy with.

Likewise, he would love to watch anime with you. Of course you’re going to watch The Tale of the Seven Lords but Levi’s pretty open too watching most things, especially if you like them.

His room is a bit dark but the soft glow from the fish tank means it’s never properly dark.

Dance parties where you’re both just goofing around listening to J-Pop and K-Pop songs. Levi would love it if you enjoy Sucre Frenzy’s music but he’s also more than willing to listen to stuff you like as well.

[cinnamonnnbear]

The Creation of Assassin Spider - The reunion

I had to write a short story for my english class but I ended up writing an entire story on my character so I decided to post it here

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The rain poured down onto the city, People rushed to get their umbrellas out and to get under cover, The splash of people’s shoes in newly made puddles and cars turning on their windshield wipers. The neon colors of the building shot through the rain, reflecting in the puddles on the floor.  A record store door opened, “I’m just going out for lunch!” the person yelled inside. The person pulled a hood over his head and grumbled out something. 

Keith Killjoy, not many people knew who he was, they only knew one thing, he was the husband of Doctor Nathan Octavious Killjoy. He didn’t like to remember that time of his life. Did Nathan mean everything to him? Yes. Did Nathan hurt him? Yes. What most people don’t know is that Keith’s real name is Keith Yuri Soloman Parker, He was the son of Peter Parker. His father died during the fight with Thanos. Keith moved from New York to California to live with his mom and his grandparents. From what people could see Keith looked like a young adult, around the age of 19, he had short brown hair with the front bleached blonde and dyed a light pink. Normally he’d wear a cropped black tank top with baggy jeans but today he was wearing a hoodie with ripped jeans.  

Keith grumbled again. He hates the rain, it gives him bad memories. He pulled his hood higher on his head. Of course, the one day he didn’t bring his umbrella it was pouring rain. His phone in his pocket buzzed. He knew what it was, either A- Jeremy sending everyone’s lunch request or B- Another attack in the city. He wanted it to be option A, but he had a feeling that it was option B. 

He checked the message out; Jeremy: Hey! So, there is a group of vigilantes that are fighting in the downtown area. Mr.Stark was wondering if you could go check it out before getting our lunch. Of course. He had to go do Stark’s dirty work. 

Devin Stark; Son of Tony Stark. Just like Keith, Devin lost his father in the fight against Thanos. Devin ended up moving with his mom and twin sister to California to ‘get a fresh start’ but they actually came to restart Stark Enterprises. His sister ended up being the heir of the company and Devin went on to open Match Box Twenty Records; which is where he works. Devin also ended up restarting the Avengers, Which Keith was a part of, as well.

Jeremy Quill; Son of Peter Quill. Unlike Keith and Devin, his dad survived the fight against Thanos, but his mother did not. His father sent him out to live with his aunt in California. Keith had met Jeremy before in high school, they had dated for a while until they split up after graduation. They didn’t have bad blood, it was an easy break-up. 

Keith sighed and walked in the direction of the downtown area. He took a shortcut through the fire escapes to climb the roofs. Downtown wasn’t far from the record shop, so it was just a couple of blocks to hop from. On the way to the fight, Keith put on his Spider suit. This is how people knew him, Assassin-Spider. People gave him that nickname due to him killing his own kind, like the Assassin spider, and having the agility of a spider. Keith never inherited Peter’s spider powers, He was genetically modified to have them. Keith stopped at the end of the roof he was on and looked over, He watched the umbrellas walk down the street and the people getting to lunch or their jobs. Then he saw it, the fight, he couldn’t tell who it was but he was praying that it wouldn’t take too long.  Keith slipped his headphones on and jumped off the roof, “Hey Siri, play crime-fighting playlist,” his phone clicked on his playlist. Keith hummed in satisfaction, No One Lives Forever by Oingo Boingo.  

Keith swung into the fight and kicked one of the people in the jaw. Now that he got a good look at the guy he knew who it was. The Winter Soldier, Logan Barnes. He’d met Bucky Barnes a couple of times growing up, His mother would bring him over to Bucky’s house to play with his son. Logan made a yelping sound, and Keith swung back around to try and get another hit in. Logan grabbed Keith’s leg and slammed him into the ground. Keith groaned, and Logan went in to kick Keith. Keith rolled away but felt a great surge of magic next to him, He looked up to see the Scarlet Witch. Keria Maximof, Daughter of Vision, and Wanda Maximof. Keith had only heard of Wanda, He was kind of scared of her, to be honest. Keith pushed himself off the ground, he looked around the area to see what he could use around him. 

“What are you doing here Spidey?” Logan scoffed, “This isn’t even your fight,” Logan grabbed a bag that was dropped on the floor. 

“I see you’re still a little hurt that Stark didn’t invite you to the Avengers, huh?” Keith snapped back. Keith tossed a knife at Logan, nicking Logan’s cheek. Logan hissed at the pain and glared at Keith. 

“You brat!” Logan picked up the knife Keith had just thrown and ran over to Keith. Keith dogged out of the way and into an alleyway. He heard Logan and Keira talking about something, probably where he disappeared off to. Keith looked around, what could he use to fight these super soldiers. A sound of robotic tentacles made Keith poke his head out of his hiding spot. 

“You lost him?!” The new person yelled. Keith knew this voice, he knew it well. Doctor Nathan Killjoy, better known in the criminal circle as Doc Ock. Keith had to check his breathing, he hadn’t seen Nathan since he had escaped from the lab. Keith quickly stood up and ran in the opposite direction. He didn’t want to be near that guy.

[sukunasxsub]

Bakugo Katsuki

Looking at me.

Bing’ my phone vibrates on my computer desk as I’m in my office of my apartment.

“Aye, y/n coming over in 5”- pinky pie

I roll my eyes as I set my phone back down where it was and continue to work on my paperwork for my hero agency.

Typing away in my jogger sweats and tank top that crops just below my tits.

Fuzzy slippers around my small feet.

Strands of hair lies all over the place on top of my head in a sloppy messy bun.

You could say I look like a hot mess.

I own my own hero agency called red

floral

My quirk consists of rose oil/ water that turns into explosions and I usually take red rose petals and use my substances whenever I want them to implode.

I can plant petals anywhere I choose and with the heat of my substance building up on the petal I whisper a certain phrase or word making it explode. You could say that my quirk is similar to that of the pro hero Dynamight’s.

Deku, kirishima, bakugo, Mina, Momo, shoto, Denki, jirou, sero, and tokiyomi, have all been friends since first year of high school in 1A.

Ochoco and asui and invisible girl you ask?? Nah I don’t fuck with that drama group. As in I don’t fuck with ochoco. Why you ask? It’s because ochoco has proven to her self she can’t stay in her own lane as a lady.

“Y/N!!!” I look over at my office door way and see Mina but I call her pinky pie

With what seems to be two boxes that have bows on them.

I look at her with a dead ass look that I was not amused. She rolls her eyes and puts them on my desk.

“There not from me. They were left on your door step.” She laughs and I smile at her.

“Why are you in the most formal dress I have ever seen you in?”

I ask. Now realizing what she walked in with. Her hair curled to a cute like doll way. Her eyes are smoky with eyeliner.

Her dress a long and elegant with a v neck and leg slit that shows off her pink skin and her back is exposed in a way that it cuts close to showing her ass.

Her heals are wrapped with butterfly laces up her entire leg to

Mid thigh.

Her dress the color of a dark pink.

Her heels a light blue and purple color.

She carries a name brand purse like wallet.

“That’s it y/n we are going on to that gala weather you like it or not! Like look at you! My best friend does not need to be dressed like a hobo and be overworked with what your agents should be taking care of.” She opened the top box that shows has a dark red cloth. She pulls it out and a note that reads “wear it or die.” -K

She tosses the note on the desk and unfolds the cloth.

A silk dress with two leg slits and long. In the stomach and back area it’s opened and shows the curves of the hips. With a thin cloth of about 3 inches that would cover the belly.

Top is almost like a crop top and looks like it will bearly fit my breast.

“Was he expecting me not to wear any underwear with this? Like damn pinky this looks like something you would wear in the bedroom.” I say annoyed that my boyfriend wants me to even go to this gala when he clearly doesn’t want to go either.

“It’s sexy for sure. But as the number 2 hero’s fiancée, the press is expecting you not showing up so they need a wow picture.” She giggles and I roll my eyes with a soft chuckle.

She throws the dress at my face almost like a face palm.

I groan and see I have no choice in matter of going. It’s either Mina drag me like I am now or I can at least show some class.

She opened the other box with a longer note. “If you leave me alone at this fucking stupid gala shit, I’m breaking up with you.”

“Ma picked the shoes and purse out f’ ya.” -K

I look at the designer blood red bag to match my dress with the heels inside the box as well as they are dark red with black bows on the top of the stiletto with a lift of 3 inch and the heel it self like 6-7 inches.

Mina pulls out also a beautiful diamond necklace with a red ruby in the center.

My heart flutters at the outfit. God I owe his ma for the gifts.

I sigh and Mina drags me to my bedroom and then I slide the dress on with a pair of laced red thong and a red laced push up bra that was strapless

I tie my silk ribbon Gardner. Placing a full pouch of dried red roses in it.

Mina does my make up and didn’t give me a chance to look in the mirror also doing my hair.

She curled my darkened hair and put it up but where some curled hair pieces were hanging from the cute little rose like bun. Braided entwined through the sides of my hair.

My scent radiated of roses.

Chit chatter was echoing through the court room of the monthly hero association event.

Hero’s from all over japan attended with family and friends.

“Dude! Can you believe this year the women are going to be announced as our dates!” Minneta practically drooling over himself. “I can’t wait to see those big tits on y/n and that bubble ass on Mina through there dresses!”

A dark energy was hovering over the purple grape boy.

Two pair of crimson eyes scowled at the tiny grape boy

Kirishima was first to punt the little bastard for talking about his fiancée like that.

Bakugo then grabbed the little grape and singed the boys hair with his quirk leaving him look like An old man.

Denki gulped and raised his hands like he was not part of that conversation. Sero laughed at his friends.

“Now announcing the top 15 pro women hero’s!!”

All the men lined up at the foot of the curved spiral large staircase.

“First is pro hero invisible girl! You may not see her until she starts to glimmer in the light.” Yaoma takes her hand as everyone gasps at her beauty. You just roll your eyes. You search the crowd where the men can’t see the up next women. Your searching for your man. Your boyfriend of 3 years. But loved him for 6.

I see a certain ash blonde man next to a certain red headed man.

His scowl seemed annoyed he was here but anxious to possibly see me come down those stairs. Not knowing if I’m next or not.

“Next is jirou and date is pro hero chargebolt. Denki! She is glamorous as she is rocking!” Denki curtseys and takes her hand.

“Pro hero froppy! Date is shoji! Watch out ladies and gents she is very spicy for a women.” Shoji takes her hand.

“Please welcome Mina ashido prohero acid! Her date is eijiou kirishima! Known as pro hero red riot!” Mina curtseys to kirishima as kirishima bows to her.

I still see Katsuki, he’s getting nervous as he is looking around for me. Not being able to see me. Then suddenly he spots a certain y/e/c on him. He sees my eyes stare down at him very slightly and a small smirk is raised at me.

I close the curtain with a blush and try to slow my beating fast heart.

“Welcome prohero uravity, prohero to court her is Dynamight!” My heart drops as present mic announced ochoco’s escort.

She turns to me with a devilish smirk. And walks down the stairs of the palace of heroes.

I run in my heels out on the stairs and a sudden piercing light is upon my blinding eyes.

“Oh- Um please welcome prohero red floral! Accompanying by….. also prohero dynamight.” I try and have the most genuine face a hero can have. But as I’m walking down the stairs. All mens eyes are on me.

All necks turned to me only. The eyes don’t bother me as I glare down at Katsuki.

While walking down the stairs. I stop at ochoco.

My eyes narrow at hers and my hand sits on her shoulder as I say.

“Don’t just stand there staring honey, try and move your feet. If you think they’re looking at you, they looking at me.”

I take the lead and leave my rose scent on ochoco with a singe of a crisp to her shoulder warning her to fucking stop getting at my man.

I leave her behind as the broken necks still follow me toward the bottom.

My hips are bare with a sparkle that shines as the light hits on me.

My chest busty and big I feel like my tits are gonna pop from under the cloth. My legs are showing my thighs through the slits with my tattoos. My heels click as I walk down with my matching purse his ma gave me as a gift. My necklace with the red ruby glimmers and sparkles in the bright light.

Rose scent is radiating off me as it fills the noses of all the men. Some are going crazy and drooling.

But there is one I keep my eyes on the entire time.

Bakugo Katsuki.

My one and only.

The man who dragged me here with him and Mina.

He gets down on one knee. My heart stops as he kneels in front of me.

A diamond red rose and orange diamond in the middle, His signature color ring sparkles in the light.

I meet him at the bottom just a few steps away.

A few gasps are heard around me.

Silence is still heard through out the way.

“Y/n marry me or die.” Katsuki. Didn’t need to ask. He knew my answer.

I nod and he places the ring on my left ring finger as he stands up and I jump into his arms. He wraps his arms around my waist and twirls me softly once and places me down on the carpet again. He brings me to the line up after deku.

“Yo deku. Put your girl in her place. Katsuki is mine.”

Deku flushed pink and nods. I kiss his cheek to get a reaction out of ochoco.

“Thank you sweets” I say to deku. A low growl escapes from Katsuki. But I ignore him.

“Mr mic sir. Actually ochoco is my date tonight.” Deku shyly blurts out and I look up at ochoco with the most mischievous smirk as I have the man she always wanted but can’t have. I look at my Katsuki and reach up to kiss his soft lips.

“Can we just go home now princess.” He demands softly against my lips. “I can’t wait to rip this dress off you tonight.” He growls in my ear as a warning.

“And if you ever touch deku like that again I’ll have to punish my little stupid brat. Understand.”

I gulp and feel my inner thighs get sticky and grind my legs together to keep the sensation of Katsuki lips off me.

The thong I wear is to thin to keep my fluid from not spilling if he decides to make me wet.

“A few dances you owe me for making come. Then yes we may leave.”

During our dance Katsuki couldn’t help but whisper sweet nothing and sweet naughty nothings in my ear to tease me for the bedroom tonight.

[demoiselettes]

hi! i saw you were doing matchups and was hoping if you could match me up w one of the guys please??

appearance: i’m 5’1 w a curvyish body and tan skin. my hair is black and straight, it reaches a little past my shoulders and i have bangs. my eyes are basically black and my fashion is all over the place. i go from wearing goth, to y2k, to smth really girly w a mini skirt. my fashion taste is also not exactly conservative and my friends like to joke about how i always have my tiddies out bc i always wear cami tops, tank tops, crop tops, or bralettes so do what you want w that info 👨🏻‍🦯👨🏻‍🦯

pronouns: she/her

personality: i’m not shy but i kind of hate having to talk to others im not close to and am usually quiet. i also don’t hate physical touch but i do hate when someone i don’t know touches me and make it obvious w my facial expressions. i also hate crowded areas and have a really short temper when i’m in one. despite all that, i’m really easy to get along w and make friends really easily. when im w my friends im kind of loud and never stop talking bc i always have smth to talk about. i also actually really like giving physical affection and love holding my friends hands, hugging them, and even kiss them on the cheek sometimes. i’ve been told i need to be meaner bc i have a hard time saying no and end up doing thing i don’t want to. like buying food for people, giving people money, and giving test answers. i’m a hopeless romantic and love reading romance stories and seeing couples in public. i also love cats and always pet them, hug them, and kiss them (despite being severely allergic) i also feed stray cats whenever i have the chance. i also kind of have a dirty sense of humor and love teasing my friends whenever i have the chance. i love being able to help people and one day i hope to become a nurse or a detective (mostly nurse) i’m also the friend that whenever someone is scared i offer to hold their hand

likes: cats, pastries, reading, going for walks, romance books, comic books, action movies, coffee, spicy food, and im absolutely obsessed w anything horror related

Eventide

I match you with Sanemi Shinazugawa!

•Your relationship with Sanemi starts off rocky

•Like if you’re on a boat and the kraken decides it does not like you kind of rocky

•Your first interaction would probably be him asking you about something related to a mission— if you’re a demon slayer it could be you being partnered up with him or if you’re a civilian it’d be him asking you if you’ve seen unusual demonic activities

•Whatever the case, you give short answers and give him war flashbacks of his fellow water hashira and he prematurely decides he hates you

•But he also kind of doesn’t. because now mans can’t get you out of his head and it’s his poor trainees that are facing the brunt of his infatuation

•So Shinobu, having had enough of treating the slayers that come to her after his training, decided to start a friendship between the two of you by hosting.. meet ups

•Soon, Sanemi warms up to you very gradually but he’s still as harsh and cold as ever

•He notices you’re not all like Giyuu and decides that he doesn’t hate you as much he never did he’s just dumb af

•He’s a goner the moment you give him a hug or a kiss

•He’s probs gonna push you away(gently) but he also can’t stop thinking about how nice you feel,,,

•It’s both a blessing and a curse to be around you bc of the clothes you wear

•See, Sanemi drinks his respect women juice and would never try anything without your consent but god dammit he’s going a lil crazy with those clothes you wear..and he doesn’t mind it a lot

•He sees anyone taking advantage of your kindness or generosity and they’re losing either their fingers or their arm, depending on how nice he’s feeling

•Unfortunately for you, Sanemi rarely gets scared buttttt he wouldn’t mind you holding his hand still.

•He’d come up with this super half assed excuse like ‘your hands are as cold as a corps’s wtf’ or ‘you’ll get lost’ but you know better c’mon

•Sanemi gets that you love cats and all but he’s never letting you near one bc of your allergies. Like if he sees you drifting towards one he’s gonna casually throw you over his shoulder and walk away

•If you’re a nurse at the butterfly estate, he’s gonna demand to be treated by you only

•Like he could be bleeding out and this mf will still wait for you to come and patch him up like we get you’re down bad but stillllll

•He turns bright red at the mere mention of one of your dirty jokes and it’s all cause his mind takes a deep dive down the gutter

•He might just start screaming if you start teasing him

•But he finds it very amusing to tease you about your height difference and loves to flex by lifting you up to help you reach something

•You can be talking non-stop about whatever and he’s gonna mumble this really quiet ‘shut up’ but like don’t bc at this point he’s drunk on your voice lmao

•He gets used to your love for physical affection in the later parts of your relationship but he still gets close to having a hear attack whenever you touch him

•He’s gonna try his best not to bring you to crowded places but if you have to be in one he’s gonna hold your hand and give it little squeezes or run his thumb over your knuckles to calm you down

•If anyone you don’t know tries to touch you without your consent haha they’re as good as dead

•So Sanemi isn’t a hopeless romantic since he’s been raised in sort of a less than desirable way and he believes love can’t exactly solve anything

•At least that was his mindset before he met you bc now he finds himself dreaming of a future alongside you at night when he can’t sleep and god, does he hate it

•But that still doesn’t mean he’s a firm believer in love since he’s scared he might lose you. He practically thinks he’s a death magnet to the people he loves

•Mitsuri has definitely sensed that the wind pillar is totally head over heels for someone and she has tried to help

•Of course he pretends he doesn’t listen but why do you think he’s gotten better at romance? Mitsuri’s advice is quite useful ya know :)

•He often absentmindedly twirls a strand of your hair around his fingers. He usually does that when something’s bothering him

•He can never keep up with your changes in fashion taste, but he does notice and honestly you look good in anything to him

•If he notices you’re going for a specific style, say, the girly style, he’s gonna try and get you clothes that fits after seeking Shinobu’s help. Like for example, he can buy you an awfully cute kimono! Bc we kind of in the Taisho Era here and then practically shove it in your hands unceremoniously

•He starts making you lots of ohagi after he finds out you like pastries and by that i mean a lot off ohagi, it’s like you arranged a subscription or something

•So, Sanemi sort of isn’t fond of horror related stuff since being a demon slayer is an entire lifetime’s worth of horror, but for your sake he might try to recall the traditional scary stories his mum used to narrate and proceed to narrate them to you

•He might get a few details wrong though

•He’s learnt to always order spicy food whenever you go to restaurants and he watches you eat them with the widest eyes ever

•He’s not gonna be writing to you much at the beginning and you might think it’s bc he doesn’t like communicating with you but when he gets comfortable with you he’s gonna admit to not being able to write

•If you decide to teach him to write he’s gonna be super thankful internally, but also he’s gonna take so much time to learn cause the entire time he’s staring at you and when you catch him staring he’s gonna be like ‘what’re you looking at’ the hypocrite smh

•At this point the entire corps knows he’s into you but he thinks no one knows 🤷‍♀️

[smells-like-mettaton]

Perhaps #5 (Hold my Hand) with Papyton for the fic ask game if you are still doing it?

(I hope you're okay with me writing this as a sequel to one of my other papyton fics! This could still be read on its own, but it will make more sense if you read the first chapter. If you don't want to, just know that the part in italics at the beginning is from a fanfic that Alphys wrote.)

The Greatest Fanfiction of All: The Sequel

Rating: T Word Count: 1687 Read on AO3: here

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Papyrus’s hands are warm. Of course they are. Theyre always covered in gloves. Not even Mettaton, his boyfriend of one month and thirteen days, knows what his bony phalanges look like beneath the plush red fabric.

But tonight, that's going to change.

xxx

Exactly one month and thirteen days had passed since Mettaton had read the beginning of Alphys’s “papyton” fanfiction. It also happened to be one month and thirteen days since Papyrus had agreed to be his boyfriend, sending him on a magical journey of love and romance.

That journey had given him plenty of new perspectives and discoveries. Yet the mystery of what lie under Papryus’s gloves was not one of them.

He sat next to Mettaton on their usual bench at the center of the hedge maze. The sky was dark with stormclouds, which kept any stray spectators away from the park. Papyrus was prepared, as usual; a tall MTT-Brand Umbrella leaned against his femur. Nothing and no one would ruin this moment.

Now Mettaton just needed to have the moment. Preferably without resorting to calling Alphys and Frisk again.

“METTATON? IS SOMETHING THE MATTER?” Papyrus asked, his browbone furrowing in concern.

Mettaton’s fingers were already laced through his; Mettaton rubbed his thumb against the back of Papyrus’s glove.

“Well. It is a very special day, darling.” Special enough that Mettaton had worn the outfit Papyrus loved most—a cropped shirt that said COOL ROBOT and galaxy-print leggings that hugged his metallic thighs. Papyrus himself had worn a bright Tetris shirt and shorts that exposed his gleaming femurs.

“IT IS?” Papyrus blinked. “IS THERE A SALE ON RIGATONI? BECAUSE I THOUGHT THAT STARTED NEXT WEEK.”

“Hm? Oh—not that I know of, but I will keep that in mind.” He imagined creating a pasta bouquet for Papyrus, and a smile graced his lips. “Today is the one month and thirteen day anniversary of our glamorous romance.”

“WOWIE! TIME FLIES WHEN YOU’RE DATING A HOT ROBOT!” Papyrus grinned, pressing his teeth to Mettaton’s cheek in a close approximation of a kiss. “HAPPY ONE MONTH AND THIRTEEN DAYS, METTATON! IS THERE A SPECIAL WAY YOU WANT TO CELEBRATE?”

It was perfect. Mettaton couldn’t have set it up better if he tried.

“Actually…” He turned Papyrus’s hand over, examining every seam and stitch in his crimson glove. “I was hoping to see your hands. I know they’re just as handsome as the rest of you.”

He winked, and a light blush spread across Papyrus’s cheekbones.

“MY HANDS? I’D GLOVE TO! BUT, ERM…” His fingers disentangled from Mettatons, instead fidgeting nervously with the hem of his right glove. “I DON’T KNOW THAT YOU WOULD FIND THEM AS UNBEARABLY ATTRACTIVE AS THE REST OF ME.”

Coming from Papyrus, that was practically a statement of self-loathing. Guilt bubbled in Mettaton’s soul-tank.

“Beautiful.” He grasped the top of his boyfriend’s arms and squeezed them gently. “There is not a bone in your body that I would not find attractive. Of course, I will not ask you to perform if you are suffering stage fright, but I do think you shine so much brighter in the light.”

Papyrus smiled a little, though his browbone was still turned upward with worry.

"IF YOU'RE SURE…"

"Positive as my ratings, darling."

Papyrus nodded slowly. "I TRUST YOU, METTATON."

Those words were like ambrosia to Mettaton's soul. He would do anything to remain worthy of his boyfriend's trust.

"PLEASE, JUST… DON'T BE FRIGHTENED, ALRIGHT?"

Mettaton couldn't imagine anything about Papyrus being frightening.

Then, with agonizing care, Papyrus peeled off his gloves. And Mettaton understood.

The bones of his hands were scorched an ashen gray, nearly black. Hairline cracks laced through them like spiderwebs. Mettaton was half afraid that if he touched them, they would crumble to dust.

"I'M FINE, REALLY!" Papyrus must have noticed the look on his face, no matter how quickly Mettaton had schooled his expression. "THESE BURNS ARE SO OLD, I BARELY NOTICE THEY'RE THERE!"

His grin was strained. Mettaton wanted nothing more than to reach out and squeeze his hand, but he didn't dare.

"They don't hurt?" Mettaton asked, then winced. He could've phrased that more tactfully. It was probably better than asking how on earth the injury had happened, at least.

"WELL… THEY ARE A BIT SENSITIVE WITHOUT MY GLOVES. THEY HAVE HEALING MAGIC, YOU SEE." Papyrus held out one of his red gloves, his expression turning to one of pride. "SANS DID THE SEWING, AND I DID THE ENCHANTMENT."

"No wonder you love them so much." Mettaton smiled. It was adorable how much Papyrus loved his brother. Their love had inspired Mettaton to finally patch up his relationship with Blooky and Mew Mew.

Papyrus smiled back, running a charred fingertip fondly over the fabric. "WOULD YOU… LIKE TO TRY ONE ON?"

"Me?" Mettaton blinked.

"OF COURSE! WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO EXPERIENCE THE GREAT PAPYRUS'S LEGENDARY HEALING MAGIC FIRSTHAND?"

Mettaton chuckled at the pun. "How could I possibly refuse?"

He slipped off his white gloves, revealing the unsightly bolts in his own fingers. He hardly felt self-conscious about that after seeing Papyrus's hands, though.

Papyrus's glove fit like a dream. Like holding his hand, only from the inside. Warmth seeped from the fabric into his metal joints, slipping through his cracks like sweet oil.

"This is… quite the enchantment," he breathed.

Papyrus couldn’t be in pain with that much healing magic caressing his bones. But on the other hand, even the constant healing magic had failed to permanently erase the scars. Mettaton still wasn’t too familiar with physical injuries, but surely that wasn’t normal, right?

Papyrus’s wink sounded like magical glitter."WHAT CAN I SAY? I'M VERY ENCHANTING."

He looked just as bright as ever. Just as energetic, as full of life.

Just as beautiful, inside and out.

"That you are, darling." Mettaton kissed his cheek.

Papyrus pulled his left glove back onto his hand, then twined his fingers with Mettaton's. Red on red, warmth on warmth Their hands matched perfectly.

"YOU PROBABLY HAVE SOME QUESTIONS," Papyrus said quietly.

Mettaton's eye flickered to Papyrus's bare right hand before returning to his eyesockets.

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't feel comfortable with, darling."

Mettaton was curious of course. If this injury had been caused by another monster, they would face the wrath of a true killer robot. Knowing Papyrus, though, he had probably forgiven whoever was responsible.

"I ALWAYS FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH YOU." He smiled. "AND IT IS… NICE. TO HAVE SOMEONE BESIDES SANS KNOW THIS."

"No one else knows?" Mettaton’s eyes widened. He'd thought Undyne would have found out, whether Papyrus told her on purpose or she burned off his gloves during one of their cooking lessons.

"I AM A SKELETON OF MANY SECRETS." Papyrus winked again. This time it sounded like tinkling bells. "IT HELPS THAT NO ONE ELSE REMEMBERS THE ACCIDENT, THOUGH."

An accident. No one had hurt Papyrus on purpose.

Mettaton sighed in relief, powering down his killer robot protocols.

"I WAS HELPING MY DAD WITH HIS WORK ON THE CORE. I ALWAYS CALIBRATED THE PUZZLES WHILE HE CALIBRATED THE GEOTHERMAL POWER LEVELS."

Papyrus looked down at their tangled hands, his expression distant.

"I STILL DON'T KNOW EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED. ON THE DAYS SANS REMEMBERS, HE PROMISES THAT IT WASN'T MY FAULT. THAT DAD WAS TOO CARELESS. BUT THERE WAS AN EXPLOSION, AND DAD, HE… HE FELL…"

Something in Mettaton crushed as Papyrus's voice cracked.

"I WAS LUCKIER. THE BLAST ONLY GOT MY HANDS." The smile returned.

"Papyrus…"

Mettaton didn't know what to say. What could he say? Ghosts didn't have parents. His cousins were his family, but he couldn't imagine them dying, either. Blooky physically couldn't.

But this wasn't about him! It was about Papyrus, who had lost his father and scarred his hands and still counted himself lucky.

"DON'T BE SAD, METTATON. IT WAS A LONG TIME AGO. LONGER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE."

Papyrus looked into his eyes, and for a moment, Mettaton saw something old. Mettaton had been alive—albeit as a ghost—for nearly two centuries. Right now, though, Mettaton wondered if Papyrus was even older than that.

"I suppose so,” he reluctantly admitted. “I don't even remember an explosion at the CORE."

"OH, THAT'S NORMAL. APPARENTLY DAD WAS RATHER FORGETTABLE." His smile was sad. "EVEN SANS DOESN'T ALWAYS REMEMBER HIM. BUT I… WELL."

He closed his blackened fist.

"IT WOULD BE DIFFICULT TO FORGET."

Mettaton opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Luckily, it didn’t seem like Papyrus was looking for a response.

“WHEW! ALL THIS HONESTY IS EXHAUSTING!!” Sweat beaded on his skull. “DO YOU WANT TO GO GET NICE CREAMS?”

“Of course, darling, but—are you sure that you’re okay?” Mettaton couldn’t help the concern in his voice. It wasn’t every day that he unlocked his boyfriend’s tragic backstory.

And here he’d been so concerned about something as trivial as holding hands. He truly was as selfish as everyone believed.

“PLEASE, DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME,” Papyrus said firmly. His hand gave Mettaton’s a tight squeeze. “I MEANT IT WHEN I SAID IT WAS LONG AGO. PRACTICALLY A DIFFERENT LIFETIME. I ONLY TOLD YOU SO THAT YOU WOULD KNOW HOW MUCH I TRUST YOU.”

Trust. Mettaton trusted Papyrus, too. Trusted that he didn’t need Mettaton to coddle him. Trusted that if he wanted Mettaton’s help, he would ask for it.

“I… thank you, darling.” Ghostly tears welled in his eyes. “Your trust means everything to me.”

“WELL THEN!” Papyrus’s grin turned mischievous. “I TRUST YOU TO KISS ME UNTIL I CAN’T BREATHE!”

Mettaton’s fans whirred and whirred. The sound was quickly drowned out by the raindrops that began to fall and fizzle on his shoulder pads.

“Darling, you’re a skeleton. You don’t have lungs.”

“NEITHER DO YOU.” Papyrus twirled the umbrella before popping it open, protecting Mettaton from the threat of short-circuiting.

(From the rain, at least.)

“You truly know how to give me a challenge, darling.” Mettaton cuddled closer, reaching up to brush his red-gloved hand against Papyrus’s cheekbone.

“ONLY BECAUSE I KNOW YOU’LL RISE TO IT!”

Mettaton grinned back, and that was exactly what he did.

[okskz]

Official.

Elsy + Chan

chan finally takes elsy on a date, making things official with her.

I bet everyone has been waiting for this, hope you guys enjoy and please feel free to leave some feedback because it is always appreciated!

[8th Member of Got7/Soloist]

Elsy rushed back and forth from her bedroom to bathroom, getting ready before Chan would arrive to her apartment. She couldn’t decided between wearing a white cropped tank top or a red tube top. “This or this?” She questioned herself looking at both tops through the mirror. She shook her head then, going with the white top, seeing it would look better with the light ripped jeans she was wearing.

“Okay perfect.” She huffed, why am I nervous? She thought to herself. It was just Chan, but this wasn’t going to be like any other day she hangs out with him, she was finally going on a date with him. It was also her first ever date going with anyone. So the girl was feeling a lot of things.

The doorbell suddenly rang, causing the girl’s heart to race. But she still rushed to the door to answer it. Taking a deep breath, Elsy opened the door to meet Chan. He was already smiling when seeing Elsy and the girl couldn’t contain herself as she went in for a kiss. “Hi.” She whispered, noticing the big basket Chan had in his hand.

“Hello to you. You look great.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself- hey, we’re matching!”She chuckled, looking down at her outfit and at Chan’s. Him wearing a white shirt and some jeans.

“I guess we are.” Chan looked down at himself.

“May I ask where you’re taking me on this date?”

“How does a nice picnic at Han River sound? Maybe even see the sunset.”

Elsy’s smile turned bigger at the thought. “I’d say that sounds perfect.” She said. Elsy placed her earrings on before the two went off to start their date.

***

Elsy and Chan walked until finding a nice spot on the ground so they could set up. Opening up the basket, Chan took out a blanket and pillows as well as some fruit and sandwiches that he had made for the two. He mentally thanked Mia for helping him with everything.

Elsy only watched in admiration, Chan catching her staring as he let out a small chuckle. “What?”

“Nothing.” She smiled. “It’s just, you look kinda cute setting everything up.”

Chan looked down, feeling his ears burn up from Elsy’s words. It didn’t go unnoticed by the girl, going in to pinch his ears softly while giggling. “Also I like how you take me to places that we used to go a lot during our trainee days. I remember coming here all the time with you.”

“Like when you threw that frisbee towards my face?”

Elsy covered her mouth as she let out a snort. “I do remember that! I told you I was sorry over and over again but you didn’t accept it.”

“Still don’t.”

“I didn’t mean to!”

Chan unwrapped one of the sandwiches to give to Elsy. The girl took a bite, smiling at Chan. “How’s Kingdom going?”

“It’s going good, it’s great seeing the other teams and their performances. You’ve been watching?”

“Of course! You guys really know how to put a performance. And you, look great.”

Chan smirked at Elsy, clapping his tongue. “Just say you’re watching it because of me.”

“And so what if I am, Bang Chan?”

“Then I’d say that you’re obsessed with me.”

“Very untrue.” Elsy chuckled. She grabbed one of the strawberries, bringing it up to Chan’s lips for him to take a bite. He stared at Elsy, her being slightly close to his face. “You’re very pretty.”

“I think maybe you’re the obsessed one.” Elsy chuckled, giving Chan a small peck on the lips.

Chan was already laying on his side with his arm propping him up when he got ahold of Elsy and brought her down to lay next to him.

The sun was finally setting, which is what they had been looking forward to seeing. Elsy felt very happy at the moment, Chan feeling the same as well. The boy had dreamt about this forever, from the moment he met Elsy. And today, he was going to make things official with her.

He was a bit nervous, not really knowing how to bring it up or what exactly to say. So in the mean time, he was only going to enjoy watching the sunset with Elsy. Chan looked down at Elsy, smiling as he did so and kissed her right on top of her forehead before going back to look at the view.

Elsy bit back her smile that wanted to appear, she wanted to scream out loud to let everyone know her excitement. But she kept calm, especially when Chan intertwined his free hand with Elsy’s.

“Hey, Bang Chan?”

“Hm?”

Elsy stared up at him. “You smell good.” She chuckled. “Is that the cologne I got you?”

“Why yes it is.” He snorted.

After the sun had finally set and the moon was currently out, Elsy and Chan had decided to go for a walk. They stopped right in the middle of a bridge, Elsy couldn’t help but look up at the sky to see the moon and stars. All while Chan had his arms wrapped around Elsy from behind with his chin on top of her head.

“I had a great time today.” Elsy said in a quiet voice. Chan had tightened his grip on her and began slowly swaying Elsy. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” Elsy hummed. “Thank you for today.”

“So this means I scored a second date with you, yeah?”

Elsy let out a small laugh, before turning around in Chan’s arms to face him. “Perhaps.” She said, smiling.

With the way Chan was looking at Elsy, the girl knew what was coming next. It made her both happy, as well as nervous. The thought of being in relationship still somewhat scared her only because she never had one. But because it was Chan, she felt more at ease.

She never imagined dating him because of the fear of ruining their friendship if their relationship wasn’t to work out. But Elsy was ready to take that risk, because there was no denying she liked him very much. And Chan definitely felt the same way.

And who knows, in the long run, they probably would have regretted not doing anything about the feelings they had towards each other.

“Then let’s make things official now.” Chan softly said to Elsy. “You and me.”

“You sure you’re ready to have me as your girlfriend, Bang Chan?” Elsy softly chuckled, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck.

“I’ve never been so sure in my life.”

“Well then I guess you’re stuck with me.” Elsy pressed her lips to Chan’s, kissing him slowly but then picking up the pace. She even tugged on the back of his head to deepen the kiss.

“So does this mean?”

“Yes.” Elsy breathed out, a grin plastering on her face as she nodded. “I’m officially your girlfriend.”

Chan couldn’t help the huge grin that appeared on his face. He cupped Elsy’s face, attaching his lips on hers then after kept giving her small pecks.

To end the night, Chan walked Elsy all the way back home, hand in hand.

They stood right in front of Elsy’s door, not wanting to end the date already. Chan sighed, putting a string of Elsy’s hair behind her ear. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?” Chan smirked while lifting Elsy’s head up.

“Yeah, I’ll see you soon, boyfriend.” She smiled.

“Have a good night, girlfriend.” Chan chuckled for a bit.

They kissed for one last time before Elsy walked into her apartment after saying goodbye to Chan. She let out a small sigh, grinning as she did so and only thought about Chan for the rest of her night.

[writingbakery]

“so hard to ignore ya’ [‘specially when im smoking, swim]”

title & slight inspiration from swim, by chase atlantic. a very nasty lil threeway i’ve reworked to fit new characters, enjoy ✨ taglist; @lady-bakuhoe @katsukisprincess @burnedbyshoto @redbeanteax @theleaningtowerofpizazz @mothwithteeth @bakugou-katsukisgf @lordexplosionsextra @deadassqueeraf 

[pairing; katsuki bakugou x fem!reader x eijiro kirishima]

[warnings; mentions of drugs & alcohol, rough sex, threesome, degrading language, shotgunning, semi-public sex, car sex, everyone is sober enough to consent]

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you’ve always been a handful.

insatiable, unstoppable, over energetic with a refractory period so short it almost hurt & a smile that made everyone weak in the knees.

a handful.

you’re a shameless flirt, all sultry glances & hooded eyes to whoever managed to pique your interest. you’re a bar fairy to the tips of your toes, flitting from spot to spot with a mouthful of cheap liquor & a goal in mind; someone to take home.

most of your little conquests end up being one night stands, something you’re not ashamed of; you like sex, & sex likes you. you’re young, pretty, & having fun, nothing wrong with that. but most of your chosen partners don’t last more than a night, don’t have the drive nor the stamina to keep up with you, & it’s starting to wear a little on your resolve.

you’re not expecting to marry any of your little trysts, obviously not, but having them stick around for more than a great night & a sloppy morning handjob would be nice. still, you think, it could be worse.

you could be stuck in a dry spell.

you make your way over to one of your favorites, the infinity lounge & bar, to try your luck for the night; you know you’re gonna score, but you like to make a game of it.

tonight’s objective is clear, even with the two quick vodka shots & half drunk beer in your system - you’ve always been good about holding your liquor. you’re gonna find the hottest guy in here, & you’re gonna fuck his brains out.

simple.

there’s rules to the game, still. you can’t make it too easy, or too hard. the game’s no fun if you win too fast, & it’s no fun with blue balls.

you scan the surrounding crowd, eyes jumping from face to face. rule number one; not too much bigger than you. you prefer lean, corded strength, the hidden challenge of drawing that roughness out of them. it’s also just safer, makes it easier to escape an… unpleasant situation.

rule number two; not too shitfaced. you were a firm believer in consent, no matter what, & you definitely don’t want to clean puke out of your more tender areas - one awful night had confirmed that it wasn’t a good feeling.

rule number three; no experiments. stick to the comfort zone, the things you like. waking up regretful is never the goal.

your eyes rest on a tattooed, tanned shoulder; trailing up to a cut jaw, a sunshine smile, & a face that could melt stone, even with the piercings poking through his nose, lip & eyebrow. a perfect combination of sexy & sweetheart. you smirk.

objective spotted.

you slip through the crowd like water, fluidly weaving between sweaty, moving bodies until you’re right in front of mr. sunshine-and-tattoos, smile soft & demure.

“hi!” you call, stand on tiptoe to be heard over the music & bless him, sunshine just wraps an arm around your waist, pulls you in gently to be able to hear you. you bite your lip, eyes softened just so as you ask the taller man to dance, & you can see it in the appreciative look you get in kind, the simple, smiling nod.

you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger already, & you haven’t even started.

turning so that you’re flush against the other’s solid chest, you wiggle a little, half to adjust & half to tease, before letting the music overtake you. sunshine brings large, warm hands to rest on the bare skin at your waist, & he smirks at nothing in particular.

and then you start dancing.

you know these particular ripped jeans are serving you well, ass cupped tight & snug by the fabric & the fishnets underneath give you a little edge. the cropped shirt you’d tied just above your belly button exposes soft skin that sunshine seems to love having his hands on, & you thank whatever god might be listening for body shimmer lotion, the tops of your breasts glimmering in the low bar light.

you look delicious. sunshine definitely wants to eat you.

you start off slow, don’t wanna overdo it: grinding is an art form, & you are a master. you push back in time with the bass, hips swaying just so, & sunshine’s grip tightens.

perfect.

using that as a green light, you bend, ass up perfectly against the others crotch as you sway & grind to the music. sunshine is appreciative, keeps you close & tugs you up by the hips after a few heady minutes. he's got his lips just under your ear, pressing little hot, open mouthed kisses to the skin there & you simply lean back, expose more & more skin to be kissed.

it’s like the entirety of the dance floor has slimmed down to just the two of you, hot & heavy & just fucking right & all you can feel are hands on your waist & lips on your skin, the music pouring through every inch of you. it’s addictive, hooking.

perfect.

the song melts into another, then another, until your skin glistens with sweat & you can feel sunshine’s hardness pressed up against the curve of your ass. you take a breath, steady yourself before pulling away, lacing your fingers in the taller man’s & leading him away from the noisy crowd.

“i’m [[y/n],” you finally say, a satisfied little smirk on your lips. sunshine’s passed all the tests so far, & you’re eager to take him home.

“i’m kirishima, kirishima eijiro, & i really, really wanna smoke you out,” the other replies, a lazy smile mirroring yours & it makes you a little weak in the knees.

just a little. not that you’d tell him that.

instead, you cock his head, the portrait of innocence at eijiro’s remark. “oh really? you got a good dealer?” you ask coyly, & usually you don’t smoke with strangers, but you’re feeling a little adventurous tonight.

“the best,” eijiro promises, his smile growing ever wider. “he’s a friend of mine.”

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eijiro’s dealer friend ends up being in the lot just behind the club, finishing up a quick exchange & you let the taller man lead the way. in the glint of the moonlight you admire him properly, eye the lean muscles of his arms through his sleeveless tank & the dark swirls of ink decorating them. you’re too busy watching the way his lip piercing reflects the sheen of the streetlights to realize you’ve stopped walking, picture it catching along your clit—

you pull yourself out of those thoughts. not yet.

the game’s still going.

you’ve got the upper hand right now, have the whole night & you trail a slim hand up eijiro’s spine, feel him shiver at the touch. you like winning.

and then eijiro’s dealer steps out of the car, & you stop breathing for a second.

if eijiro is sunshine & sex, this man is downright sin.

broody looking & angry, he’s dressed a little more polished than eijiro, a leather jacket accompanied by ripped black jeans & a matching t-shirt. even with all the clothes, you can see the beginnings of colorful tattoos at his neck, dipping past the collar of his shirt & sprawling over his large hands.

beside him, eijiro smirks. you pull yourself together.

“katsuki!” eijiro cheers, slinging an arm around the other’s neck. the slightly shorter, yet broader man just scowls playfully, shoving off his arm & rolling his eyes.

“you saw me this morning, eiji, fuck off,” he says good naturedly, before his eyes drift over to you. “new friend?”

“of sorts,” eijiro smirks, slips a hand in your back pocket & you’ve got the presence of mind to blush a little, play it coy. katsuki just smirks, expression mirroring eijiro’s before he opens the back door to his truck - nice & roomy, you think - & waves a hand.

“in that case, mind if i join? i’ve got the good shit, & it’s on me,” he offers, & the innuendo just brings more heat to your face. you’re a little out of your element, a little off-balance; you can handle two men just fine, but two men this ungodly handsome is a little overwhelming.

still, the thought of fucking the both of them high, in the back of a truck, is the culmination of several of your wet dreams, & you easily follow eijiro inside.

the seats are plush leather, wide & spacious & you find yourself right between them, eijiro’s hand on your thigh & katsuki’s leg against your own. you watch as katsuki deftly rolls two neat, fat blunts, the smell of the weed strong in the air.

eijiro gets the first hit, the easy flick of a lighter filling the backseat with hazy smoke & you’re in awe at the way his cheeks hollow out, accentuating his already sharp jawline. he slips it to you next, holds it to your mouth & finally, you think, a little smirk hovering at the corners of your mouth. you can get a leg up.

pouting your lips out just so, you take the blunt between them easily, hollow out your cheeks as you suck in the smoke & you know you look a sight, cheeks a little flushed, hair swept over your forehead & your mouth pouted over the blunt so pretty. you lean back when you exhale, send a few even smoke rings up & you’ve got their full attention now, katsuki’s hand slipping up your leg to rest on your other thigh.

katsuki takes the blunt next, eyes never leaving eijiro’s as he inhales & it’s like some silent sort of agreement, some unspoken deal. you repress the shiver you get when eijiro smiles down at you, a little predatory, a little hungry.

they finish the first blunt with nothing more than a few lingering stares, eijiro & katsuki never moving their hands from your thighs & you’re already feeling floaty, a little loose, but still coherent.

katsuki sparks up the second blunt but pauses before he passes it to you, cups your jaw in one hand gently to tilt your head up. “inhale & hold it, baby,” he murmurs, but his voice is firm & low; it isn’t a question.

you do as you’re told, suck in the smoke & keep your mouth closed as katsuki turns your head towards eijiro with the same hand, gentle but firm. “hold it in baby, that’s right. give it to eijiro, like a good girl,” he says, right in your ear & you nearly whine at the proximity. you press your mouth to eiji’s without questioning, let the taller lick into your mouth easily & suck all the smoke from you with another small whine. your cheeks are flushed when eijiro pulls away to blow it out, lips pouted in the foggy interior.

katsuki smirks.

“what, baby? not enough for you? come here,” & he’s taking a slow drag off the blunt before tugging you closer, slotting your mouths together & breathing in the smoke. you can barely focus on exhaling, mouth turning up into another pout as katsuki pulls away & you whine again, high & needy in the back of your throat. eijiro slips his arms around your waist then, pulls you back into his lap & leans against the door of the truck to mouth at your neck softly.

“tell us what you want, baby,” he mumbles into your heated skin, katsuki watching you both. he’s got his hands on your thighs while eijiro slips cool fingers under your shirt, flicking over your nipples through your mesh bra to make you whine again.

“want you, both of you,” you whine out, back arching at eijiro teasing touch, & katsuki snaps.

pushing forward to crowd you against eijiro’s chest, katsuki kisses you hard, lips pressed together like he can’t get enough of you. one hand rests at the back of your neck, forcing your head up to lick into your mouth easily, eijiro nipping & sucking down the length of your throat to make you whine into katsuki’s mouth. you’re trapped between them, rutting your hips up against katsuki’s & back into eijiro’s lap as you kiss, sloppy & heady & wet.

eijiro lets you rut between them for a little, lets you work yourself up until you’re whining & whimpering against katsuki’s lips, silently asking for more. he presses down on your waist with one hand, the other deftly undoing the button of your jeans. katsuki pulls off of your mouth just long enough to help eijiro wiggle your jeans down, a low growl building in his throat at the sight of you on eijiro’s lap in just fishnets, no panties.

“naughty, aren’t we? someone wanted to get fucked tonight,” katsuki hums, pressing lightly against your already soaked cunt with the palm of his hand, chasing down your moans with his mouth once more. “prep her,” he tells eijiro over the top of your head, tossing him a little bottle of lube from the glove compartment before kissing him, a little wet & messy before kissing you again.

eijiro slicks his fingers up, traces around your swollen clit once, twice before pressing inside you with his middle finger, groaning low at the feeling of your tight heat around him. “next time i’m eating you out,” he swears under his breath, & katsuki mumbles his agreement as he swallows your moans & whimpers, tongue licking into your mouth relentlessly.

you like the sound of a “next time”, moan a little louder into katsuki’s mouth as you fumble with his jeans & he takes pity on you, helps you kick them down so you can palm at his cock, hard & heavy in his boxers. “i wanna fuck her first,” he tells eijiro, voice rough as you squeeze his cock in one hand & you whine at that, like that they're talking about you like you’re not there.

“gonna fuck her loose & sloppy for me?” eijiro teases, pressing in a second finger just to hear you moan, & katsuki grins.

“of course, eiji,” he smirks, leans over you to kiss him again, making you whine between them.

“what, baby? you not getting enough attention? you've got your hands on my cock & eijiro’s fingers inside you, don’t be greedy,” katsuki chastises & you just whine, hot & needy.

eijiro’s got three fingers pressed inside you by the time katsuki’s rolled on a condom, kicking off his jeans & slicking himself up. he’s got the hem of his shirt caught between his teeth, eyes dark with want & you arch in pleasure, eijiro’s fingers just barely brushing against your sweet spot as he scissors you open. you’re so gone you can barely register yourself begging, a steady stream of “please please please” slipping past your lips as eijiro pulls out his fingers, shifting you lower on his lap to help katsuki line up with your slick hole.

katsuki’s big, cock long & thick & wet with lube as he pushes in, slowly sinking into you with a low groan. eijiro kisses him over your shoulder, rubs gentle circles into your hips to ease you both into it, little whines filling the smoky air.

katsuki’s patient though, alternates between kissing eijiro & whispering praises into your ear - “doing so well for me, sweetheart, taking me so well, such a good girl” - until you’re ready for katsuki to move, pushing back against his cock with another needy whimper. katsuki’s hips don’t slow after that, slamming into you so forcefully the car shakes, windows fogged & steamy.

he’s cursing & moaning under his breath, hips slapping against the fat of your ass with every thrust & eijiro’s got his hands all over your body, caressing your nipples, toying with your clit, pinching your hips. he’s muttering a steady stream of praise in your ear, mouthing kisses along your flushed skin - “you’re taking katsuki’s cock so well, princess, gonna come? come on katsuki’s cock, sweetheart, so i can fuck you” - & you’re barely holding on, nails digging into katsuki’s clothed back & messy whimpers escaping you with every thrust.

katsuki stops, pushes your legs up close to your chest & thrusts hard, cock hitting your sweet spot head on & you keen, eyes rolling back in your head as you come all over his cock, legs twitching as katsuki fucks into you harder. your walls clench up as you cum & you milks katsuki’s cock, whine into his mouth as he kisses you & his hips still, stuttering into you as he comes in the condom. eijiro kisses katsuki through it, peppers little bites onto your shoulder until katsuki’s pulling out, tying off the condom & pulling you against his chest to let eijiro sit up.

they switch positions easily, you on katsuki’s chest as he leans against the door & eijiro kneeling between your spread legs, hands massaging your ass cheeks gently. “think you can take me, baby? not too sore?” eijiro checks, & it makes something inside you go warm, a little soft. you nod quickly, turning so that you can kiss eijiro over your shoulder. “want you too,” you whine, wiggling your ass for extra emphasis, & eijiro just laughs as he tugs open his jeans.

katsuki kisses you softly when eijiro pushes in, keeps your legs spread for him to make the press in easier. it stings a little, your body over-sensitive but you like it, kissing katsuki until eijiro’s fully inside. you push back against him almost immediately, whimpering a little against katsuki’s lips until eijiro starts fucking you in earnest, hands tight on your hips.

if katsuki was quiet when you fucked, low moans & growls, then eijiro is mouthy. he doesn’t stop praising you, keeps pressing kisses to your sweaty skin & whispering “good girl, such a good girl, so pretty like this baby, fucked open on my cock” & it only makes your orgasm build faster. the familiar tightness pools in your stomach, makes your whines even more desperate & katsuki’s pressing kisses wherever he can reach, eyes stuck on where eijiro’s cock keeps disappearing inside you.

it’s all too much & not enough at once, & you’re whimpering once, twice, three times before you come all over eijiro’s cock & katsuki, slumped over the other man’s body as eijiro keeps fucking you. it doesn’t take the taller much longer to come, the tight heat of your walls & the breathy, whiny little moans sending him right over the edge as he spills into the condom.

you’re boneless, fucked into a soft sort of haziness & there’s tears in your eyes - good ones, definitely good ones - as the pair of them sit you up, wiping you down & cooing in your ear about how good you were, how pretty & perfect. they pull your jeans back on, tuck your shirt down before pulling their own pants back on. katsuki is the first to speak, voice low & soft.

“you guys wanna get milkshakes? there’s a 24 hour diner around the block,” he asks, & you can see the hint of a blush on his cheeks, a little shyness to his smile like he wasn’t fucking you senseless twenty minutes prior.

eijiro stretches behind you, the bright smile back full force on his face. “i’m down, i’ll pay. since you so generously smoked us out for free,” he smirks, & you can’t help your giggle.

“let’s do it,” you find himself agreeing, a smile of your own creeping onto your lips, & they both smile back at you, a mess of limbs & sweaty bodies on cool leather.

this definitely wasn’t how you saw your night going, you think as you all squeeze into a booth at the diner ten minutes later, katsuki by the window with an arm around your waist, eijiro at the end doing the same. they squish you in between them, kiss at your flushed cheeks & coo over you as they flick through a menu & yeah, you really didn’t see this coming.

i definitely won, you think smugly when eijiro feeds you the cherry off his shake, katsuki darting forward to lick the whipped cream off your lips.

definitely.

[jadedxrealityw]

-Mind Stone- Peter Parker x Female Reader Part 2

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   Kody: Part 2 in this shit

  Movie/Show: After Endgame, but no one died because ignorance is bliss.

  Summary: In the attack of 2012, you were given powers that you couldn’t understand at such a young age.

  Possible Triggers / Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of blood and harm,

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   Tony handed you a bandaid. You took it from his hand and notice the cartoon picture of Iron Man on it. What a not surprised in the slightest. You peel off of the paper backing and stick it over the small wound caused by the needle. “Were done, but i want you to stay here until we can get Thor and antlers here”

   you exhale deeply. After already spending the night you thought you’d be back at the girls home by now. Not that you wanted to go back, you just didn’t want to hear Nancy’s bitching once you did return “I think my caretaker might worry about me if i’m gone again” 

   Tony placed the tablet he was holding on the counter and looked at you “Yeah she’s a real piece of work isn’t she. You have special permission now” he says. What in the vague. You hop off the chair and feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

   you stuck your hand into the dark grey sweatpants you wore. Wanda offered you clothes to sleep in so you wouldn’t be so uncomfortable. She gave you a matching slightly cropped tank and sweatpants. She was a sweetheart. Once you pull out your phone you tap the screen. 

   it was a text from Peter ‘Can you get away for a minute?’ you hold back the urge to smile and look up at Tony “Can i go?” you ask and he waves his hand, shooing you way “Yeah we’re good. Get some rest and make sure to hydrate. Now get out”

   you roll your eyes with a half smile before walking towards the door “Bye” you say before pushing it open and heading out.

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   you push open the door you were staying in and saw Peter sitting on the bed, picking at his nails. He looks up once he hears the noise and smiles upon seeing you “Hey” he says. You smile back and walk over to stand in front of him, looking down to meet his gaze “Hello”

   Peter looks at you then the bed. What is he a bed? You take a seat next to him, but end up laying back to look at the ceiling “You look tired” Peter says and lays back next to you. You chuckle quietly “Yeah. I got my blood drawn, but at least it’s over with”

   Peter hums in response. You notice he awkwardly folded his hands over his chest, not knowing what to do with them. You shuffle over and lay your head on his chest, feeling him instantly tense up. “Is this okay or are you going to implode?” 

   he shakes his head “No!-” he protests “i mean it’s okay, just uh- just stay there” he says in a more quiet tone. You stifle a bit of laughter and curl up next him, feeling a bit drowsy at this point. Peter wraps arm around your waist “Are you tired?”

   “Yeah a little” you respond, closing your eyes. Peter holds onto you as he moves to the top of the bed, laying his head on a pillow “You should sleep then, i’ll wake you up if something happens” he talked in a more hushed tone now. You smile  before dozing off. 

   “Y/n?” he says before he is interrupted by quiet snores. He smiles to himself, wishing he didn’t leave his phone in his bag so he could take a picture of you. Would that be weird? It’s not like he would made it his lockscreen. Nevermind that’s the exact reason he would take a photo.

   he raised his free arm to try and web his bag to him, but once he did you started to stir slightly “Not worth it not worth it” he mumbles before kissing your head. He stays still until you stop moving before exhaling. He had never cared about another person's nap so much.

   damn his arm was starting to fall asleep. 

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   an hour later

   Wanda opened the door to your room and was slightly surprised to see Peter playing with your hair while you slept on his chest “Uh- i knocked, why didn’t you say anything?” she asked. Peter looked down at you for a moment then Wanda “I didn’t want to wake her up. I also can’t feel my arm”

   she smiles brightly at the young love “Why didn't you just move her” she questions, folding her arms across her chest “I have never moved each time you fell asleep on me” Vision spoke from behind her. Wanda looks at him with a slightly shocked expression “You can move. I wouldn’t have been mad”

   “That’s not the point darling. I don’t want to move” Vision replies. Wanda sighs “Will talk more about this later’ she says to him before “Tony would like to see her in the main lobby. i’m assuming he doesn’t know your here?” she says with a small grin. 

   Peter smiles nervously “Yeah- i snuck in. I- i- can get her up. Just give me a few minutes” he said with a pleading look. Wanda smiles, nodding and grabs Visions arm “Bye Peter” she said and walked alongside her lover, closing the door shut. 

   Peter sighs, not really wanting to move at this point, but knew you had to be somewhere. He starts to softly shake your shoulder “Y/n- Y/n you have to get up. Mr. Stark needs you in the lobby” you mumble something incoherent to him before rolling over onto your other side. “No”

   he chuckles to himself and stretches his arm for a second “Come on- we can always sleep later” he tries to rationalize. You groan out before propping yourself up on your elbows “Fine, but i’m not going to enjoy whatever the hell is happening” you say in an attempt to be petty. 

   you hear Peter laugh at your response “I’ll come with you then” he suggests. You smile slightly at the thought and throw your legs over the bed. “Let’s go then” you say and let out yawn. You walk over to the side of the bed Peter was on nd slip your feet into the slippers on the floor. 

   Peter stands up and reaches up to fix his now bed head. You lift your hand and move a piece of hair from his face “Thank you” he says and you nod. Suddenly, he leans down and captures your lips in his, catching you a bit off guard but you weren’t complaining. 

   you went to pull away when one his hands was placed on the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. Well damn Peter Parker. He deepens the kiss more by placing his other hand on the nape of your neck. After a couple seconds you both pull away “What was that for?” you ask. 

   “I haven’t got to kiss you all day” he says with a brow raised like it was so obvious. “Oh okay” you hold back some laughter. 

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   you and Peter walk to the lobby. During your small walk he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kept you close to him while he talked about how he got his powers. A radioactive spider. That seemed much more awesome then being manipulated by a god at the age of six.

   “Well look at you two” you both look up too see Tony grinning at the both of you so close together. Peter’s face flushes, but he keeps his arm around you “Tony don’t tease them” Wanda comments. Peter hides his face behind your head until the redness went down. 

   “Nice one Spider-Boy” you comment, earning yourself a small growl under his breath, which was interesting to hear to be honest. Suddenly a yellow circle appeared in front of the glass doors. You instinctively take a step back, but Peter keeps you in place “It’s okay” he reassures. 

   you trust his word and stay put as the circle grew quite large. A man stepped out. He was wearing sort of medieval clothes with a maroon cape that seemed to move on its own- Dr. Strange? “Hello” he said to the room and steps to the side as....Thor the god of thunder steps  through the portal, hair cut short.

   at first you were slightly fangirling inside, but then it sunk in who would walk in next. In all his glory, Loki the god of mischief walks through and stands next to his brother. He was wearing an all black suit. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to throw up or run away- maybe both. 

   “Would anyone like to explain why we’re here?” Thor asks, shaking Tony’s hand. “I would also like to know that, considering no one here likes me” Loki adds, fixing the cuffs of his sleeves. “Yeah antlers shut it- 2012 attack. Remember talking to a little girl?”

   Loki gave Tony a strange look “May i remind you all that i was under the control of Thanos and barley remember a thing. Also, what little girl? I hate children” he says with a face of slight disgust. “I might be able to help you all with that” Strange cuts in.

   “Even if you don’t remember anything. Those memories are still locked away in your head. I could access them” he says, gesturing to one of his hands. Loki looks him up and down “I will not have anyone inside my head, that’s sort of my thing” he retorts. 

   Thor crosses his arms over his broad chest “Why is this important?” he directed his question to Tony. “Infinity Stone cleanup.” he says vaguely. Loki sighs and takes a deep breath after “Fine- make it quick and only look at what you need too.

   Strange steps forward “Trust me- i don’t want to look at anything else” he reassures amd steps behind Loki. He placed his hands on either sides of Loki’s head and began to mumble a few words. In an instant it was like Loki became a projector.

   his memory was played in a hologram like manner. Peter and you watch from behind so its inverted for the both of you- not like you haven’t lived through it or anything, but okay. All of you watched as Loki gave you the powers and your tiny body float up then faint. 

   once the memory was over Loki watched the tiny child disappear along with the memory and left standing behind the little girl was you. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together at this point. “Why did you show me this?” Loki snapped, pushing Strange’s hands away from his head. 

   “Because reindeer games. You under the raisins control only gave her a tad of the Mind Stone’s power- just the teleportation and portals. You gave her some of your powers” Tony says. The room collectively gasped “I- What?” Loki replied before looking at you. 

   you felt your body tense a bit. Peter felt his spidey sense flare up and kept his arm tightly wrapped around you, but for so long you wanted to confront this guy. Tell him off. Wish him dead, but you had just learned it wasn’t his fault. What were you to do now?

   you push away from Peter, despite his protest and confidently walked up to Loki, stopping a few feet away from him “Hey, i guess” you say, shrugging your shoulders. Loki gulps and nods at you “Hello. I uh- i apologize for what i did” he said, you can tell he was struggling to find the words. 

   you wave your hand “Don’t be. You can do one thing for me though” you say, a malicious grin making a way to your face. Loki narrows his eyes before answering “and that would be?” he asked. What could you possibly want from him?

   “Teach me how to use it”

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   a month later

   “You can do better” Loki scolded as he circled around you. You were both in the training room and had been at it for three hours. You were regretting asking him to teach you how to use these damned powers. “Go again!” he exclaims and you form to blades as he charges at you. 

   you push yourself left and watch as Loki stumbles a bit. You use this opportunity to drop down and kick him completely off balance. Loki falls to the floor and as you went to hit him, he kicked you in the chest, knocking the wind out of you “OH you slimy prick!” you coughed.

   Loki grins as he pushes himself off the floor “I’ll add it to the list of things you call me” he says before coming at you again. You stood there and waited until he was inches away before dropping to the floor and sliding across. You end up behind him and wrap your arm around his neck, holding the blade against it.

   you could Loki huffs to try and catch his breath “Much better. Now we’re done for the day” he declares. You exhale and let go of him “Thank god” you say and wave your hand, the blade fading away. “I’ll clean up, you leave. I’m sure your bug boy is waiting for you” Loki rolls his eyes. 

   “His name is Peter and he’s scared of you” you say with narrowed eyes. His frown turns into a small grin “Good” he replies. You chuckle to yourself before walking towards the door “Bye Loki” you say before walking out the room. Time to hit the showers. 

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   after taking a shower, you sat down on your bed, looking out the window. You wished Loki was right about Peter waiting for you, but he had been busy all week with crime and patrolling. He was Spider-Man after all. You had just hadn’t expect to be so clingy. 

   it was late as much you wanted to stay up for him you decided to just get some rest. You had put on Peters midtown sweatshirt he left a couple weeks ago. It smelt like him so it’ll have to do until you could see your actual boyfriend ago- holy shit. He had never really asked you to be his girlfriend.

   how come you didn’t notice that before? You were just happy to be with him that you didn’t care about the labels and such. Strange. You climb into bed and pulled the comforter over you while grabbing a pillow to hug close to your chest. It helped you fall asleep sometimes. 

   you plug in your phone and place it on the empty space in the bed. Closing your eyes you force yourself to drift off to sleep so tomorrow could come quicker. It was child like logic, but hey- sometimes children logic is all you need. 

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   a couple hours later

   your eyes slowly open and your met with the sight of Peter in his suit, just outside your window. He was knocking on it and looking around outside. Not creepy at all. You get up out of bed, using one hand to rub your eyes while the other undid the latch of the window. 

   “Hey. Sorry for waking you” he says, climbing into the room and taking off his mask. You walk back to your bed and pick up your phone “Peter it’s two in the morning. Isn’t May going to worry where you are?” you question. YOu turn around just as his suit faded into the spider symbol. 

   Peter shakes his head and places the symbol down on the dresser “No. She knows i’m staying here tonight” he says. You narrow your eyes, walking over to him “You didn’t tell me you were staying over. I haven’t gotten any time with you this week” you say with a small pout. 

   he smiles and grabs your hands “That’s why i’m here- is that my sweatshirt?” he asked, looking down at the blue piece of clothing. You shrug “Maybe” he shakes his head “You look really good in it Might have to let you keep it” he says and leans down to give you a kiss, but you turn your head away.

   “I wasn’t planning on giving it back to you bug boy” you tease. Damn- you gotta stop hanging out with Loki for awhile. Peter’s face drops “I’m ignoring the bug comment for now. You rejected my kiss. I haven’t kissed you all week Y/n” his tone was whiney and made you want to laugh. 

   “I’m sorry” you say trying to hold back laughter. Peter smiles and finally plants his lips on yours, It was like every other kiss, sweet. Until Peter did his whole hand on the back of your neck thing to pull you in for deeper kiss. You reach up to wrap your arms loosely around his neck. 

   Peter lifts you off the ground and places you on the bed, breaking the kiss “Hm. I missed that” he whispers and leans his forehead against yours. You smile, looking up at him. You arms fall as you let out a yawn “and i missed my human pillow, now get under the covers”

   “Yes ma’am” he replies with a quiet laugh and lays on his back. You lay your head on his chest and tangle your legs with his. Peter pulls the blanket over the both of you “Night Y/n” he says and kisses your head sweetly before closing his eyes. You smile and close yours as well. 

   “Goodnight Peter”

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   Kody: shitty end, but hey i thought it was decent. Request be open btw. Anyways, peace. 

[marks-cereal]

i like u

pairing: mark lee x reader

word count: 1,216

warnings: swearing, drinking

genre: implied smut, angst, fluff (i think)

a/n: this is bad. it really is. purely just narrative. i’m still not used to writing smut so this is angst and a bit of fluff (???). inspired by i like u by niki.

I like you.

those three words was the last sentence you told him before he drove away that night you asked to meet him at the park.

you knew well enough that you shouldn’t have gotten yourself into this mess. you knew that even before you started hanging out with him. he was the infamous Mark Lee for goodness’ sake! 

his name itself was already a red flag. everyone warned you, your friends warned you, but there you were crying over him, again. 

your time with Mark wasn’t just about the pleasure, at least on your side. it brought you comfort in a way and that was when you realized you were falling for him. you couldn’t help it, he was such a warm and charming person.

the last encounter you had with him was last weekend when your best friend, Annie, forced you to come to Johnny’s party. you really tried your best to avoid him but if seemed like everywhere you looked you saw his face, literally. maybe, most probably, surely because everyone knows him and he’s kinda popular with people. especially with girls. 

it was never new to you to hear about him hooking up with girls but after your small “confession” that night, you can’t help but wonder why it kind of seemed like he was staying away from girls. nonetheless you ignored that thought.

Annie asked you to accompany her to the mall to buy clothes because yes, she forced you once again to come to another party, not Johnny’s at least, so there was a chance that Mark wouldn’t be there.

while she was looking for clothes, you told her that you’ll get something to eat because you haven’t eaten since breakfast.

while waiting for your name to be called you could sense something in your gut that didn’t feel right but you shrugged it off. after a few minutes your name was called urging you to the counter to get your food but as you were on your way there, you saw a very familiar figure walking in the store, you tried your best to ignore and avoid him. as if the gods were playing with you, you managed to bump into Mark on your way back to your table,

“o-oh, i-i’m sorry.” you managed to utter but it was kind of a whisper,

“y/n i-” you didn’t let him finish and stormed out of the store. good thing you only ordered fries and a drink to-go.

yes, after all these weeks of trying to move on from him, you’re failing miserably. you keep convincing yourself that it’s going to go away but as the time flies, the more you keep falling. love really is such a strange thing. 

the party was in a few hours which is why you found yourself getting ready with your best friend in your dorm room. you were putting a little bit of makeup on matched with some jeans, a cropped tank top partnered with a beige cardigan, and sneakers but Annie on the other hand was the complete opposite, she was wearing such a bold aura, from the smokey eye to a bralette with a mini skirt and black heels. 

for what seems to be 30 minutes into the party, you were already dying of boredom and nervousness, why? because yep, you saw the one and only Mark Lee with his friends playing some beer pong as soon as you got into the house. you begged Annie to leave but she told you not to and just drink it off, to be honest, drinking wasn’t really your thing so sticked with a can of beer.

“alright, fuck it, i’m leaving.” you finally chose to leave because your best friend was already nowhere to be found, but your guess is that she was shooting her shot with Lucas.

as you where opening the door to leave, you felt a hand grip on your arm, “y/n, wait!” even though you already knew who the owner of the voice was, you still wished it was someone else. you turned around and of course it was Mark.

“i-i have to go Mark”

“Wait. no. let me drop you off. come on.”

is he kidding? you thought, right after he ditched me weeks ago, he’s offering me a ride? but why didn’t i refuse? y/n you really are the dumbest.

“Mark, don’t. i can go home alone. you don’t need to.” you refused,

“please, y/n, let me. i also need to talk to you.” his eyed looked genuine, like he really wanted to talk, which made your heart flutter and nervous at the same time.

the drive was really quiet. no one uttered a word until the building to your dorm was right in front of you, “um, thanks for the ride.” you said before leaving the car. 

to your surprise you heard his car door open and close which meant he got out and is now following you. when you got to your door, “uh, you really didn’t have to drop me off until here but thanks..” you said before opening the door.

which was halted because he pulled you into the elevator and pressed the button to the top floor and then lead you to the rooftop. 

the rooftop was one of your favorite spots. if you weren’t into playing around in bed all night, you guys would go up there and just talk. it was one of those things that meant to you more than anything in your relationship.

you two sat on the wooden bench near the low wall, just enough for you to see the city lights and the stars as well.

“y/n, i’m sorry-” 

“Mark please don’t, i’m the one who should be sorry. i shouldn’t have broke our agreement.” tears were starting to form in your eyes again. you looked down on your shoed so he wouldn’t see.

“you weren’t the only one you know,” it was almost a whisper but loud enough for you to hear it which made you look at him in confusion. he felt your gaze and the continued talking, “you weren’t the only one who broke our agreement y/n,” you were speechless. bewildered as to how you should feel. you didn’t if you should be happy or angry but you stayed quiet, urging him to continue.

i love you, y/n. it echoed in your head, unsure if it was real or not, maybe your ears where playing with you. your tears started to fall when he looked at you and that’s when you realized it wasn’t a dream, “i’m sorry for how i reacted that night, i panicked and i was lost,” his eyes too was starting to form tears, which meant he is serious, “i knew i was falling for you too but my pride got the best of me. i really am sorry for hurting you y/n. i would understand if you don’t want anything that has to do with me.” he looked away because tears were also falling.

you couldn’t say anything but actions speak louder than word, right?

you held his face so he could face you, you looked at his eyes before you kissed him. 

it wasn’t like any other kiss. it was long, slow, and lovely.

i love you, Mark.

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credits to the owner of the gif!

[golden-babbles]

Keep the Party Goin’ (Part 1) 

Part 2

Yuu Nishinoya x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, college AU, obv aged up characters. Alcohol consumption. Part 1 is gonna be mostly SFW, with just implications, but part 2 will be all smut. You’ve been warned! 

Summary: Your friend invites you to a party celebrating a win for her boyfriend's volleyball game. One of the guys catches your eye, and it looks like you've caught his too...

Inspiration: Flirt by NEFFEX, Rumors by NEFFEX, Tidal Wave by Portugal, The Man

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: This is my first time writing a fic and I’m so excited for how it will turn out! Let me know what you think! ^-^

It was Taylor who had come up with the idea, whispering in your ear a plan to make her possessive boyfriend get a little jealous. You had glanced at where he stood, leaning against a kitchen countertop, then your gaze travelled downward to the attractive, shorter man beside him.

You grinned as you turned back to your friend, responding with, “Let’s see if we can’t both get a little extra attention.” You whispered back your plan to her, and she giggled and nodded before playfully shoving you in Hinata’s direction to begin your ploy.

“Yo, Shoyo! You taking requests?” You yelled to the redhead over the music as you sauntered over to where he stood on his phone, controlling the bluetooth speakers from where he leaned against the wall. 

He looked up at you and smirked as you leaned in close. “For you, babe? Sure, but it’ll cost ya.” 

You rolled your eyes and groaned at the cocky little prick before leaning one shoulder against the wall as you faced him. “Name your price, Carrot Top.” 

He laughed at the nickname and jutted a thumb towards the liquor sitting on a nearby counter. “Take a shot with me.”

You smirked and straightened, pulling away from the wall. “That’s it? You got yourself a deal.” You moved to grab a couple of shot glasses. “Do I get to pick the poison?”

“Sure, anything but tequila.” He winced. “That stuff messes me up.”

You opted for some fireball and poured a shot for each of you, giggling to yourself as you thought of how the liquor matched the redhead well. You handed his shot to him and held yours up for him to tap his glass to. “Bottoms up!” You downed your shot easily, laughing as Shoyo gave a light cough after he took his own. 

“Fireball? You trying to kill me?” He laughed, but held out his phone to you, as per your deal. You queued up two songs, ready to put your evil plan into motion, and grabbed some solo cups of spiked punch from the kitchen before heading back to where your best friend waited for you near the makeshift dance floor.

By the time you reach Taylor’s spot, your first song has started. You hand her her cup of punch, then let the music flow through you as you begin dancing closely with your best friend, swaying your hips to the electric beats and pulses. You were both smiling and laughing, careful not to spill your drinks as you grinded against each other.

"Think we’ve got Tsuki’s attention yet, hmm?" She whispered in your ear as the hand not holding her drink came up behind your head and she pressed her forehead against yours.

You giggled conspiratorially and swept your own free hand over her hip as you glanced at Tsukishima out of the corner of your eye. He was watching you both attentively, clearly paying close attention as the first song came to a close.

“Oh, definitely. The cute guy next to him is watching, too.” Smirking to yourself, you turned back to your friend, downed the rest of your drink, and set the empty cup on a nearby coffee table, Taylor quickly following suit. 

"C'mon Tay, let's make this interesting." You said as you grabbed her by the hips and turned her so that she faced away from you, pulling her close until your hips were flush. She began to slowly grind against you, bringing her hands back to run across your shoulders and down your biceps as she shimmied downward to the beat of the blaring music, rubbing her ass against your thighs as she moved.

The two of you ignored the crowd surrounding you, eyes finding the pair across the room, Taylor's flitting to her tall, frowning, blonde boyfriend as yours landed on the friend beside him. Your e/c gaze locked with wide dark chocolate irises as you continued to dance, whirling Taylor back around so that the two of you were facing each other once again, with her arms laced around the back of your neck and your eyes watching the pair of men over her shoulder.

You smirked when Tsukishima downed the rest of his drink and watched as he leaned down to say something to his friend over the thumping music. After a short nod, you watched his friend down his own drink and refill it with spiked punch before he followed Tsukishima across the room to where you danced with Taylor. You shifted your gaze back to your friend's and once again leaned your forehead against hers as you grinned victoriously.

"Uh oh, here they come." The two of you giggled together before Tsukishima grabbed Taylor's shoulder and gently but possessively pulled her away from you.

You feigned a pout up at the frowning blonde. "Hey, Tsuki! Why are you trying to ruin our fun?"

He scoffed. "Don't start. I know you're trying to make a move on her." He pulled your best friend close and wrapped his arms around her smaller frame. You had to fight back a smirk when she winked at you as she pressed her cheek to his chest. "And don't call me Tsuki."

Taylor huffed at his words as she looked up at him, clearly trying not to laugh. "Don't be rude, Kei, we're just trying to have a little fun." Then she turned her attention to the brunette who had walked over with Tsukishima.

"Hey Noya! I didn't know you were here!” She lied. “It's good to see you." She tried to pull out of Tsukishima's embrace, presumably to hug the smaller man, but Tsukishima held tight. She huffed in indignation and turned back to you.

"Y/n, this is Yuu Nishinoya. He's also on the volleyball team with Tsuki. He's the libero. Lots of strength and stamina." She giggles and winks for the second time since the males joined you and you roll your eyes. She's definitely a little tipsy.

You turn your gaze back to the man standing in front of you and find him blushing, a hand rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. How cute, you think, he's shy.

"F/n l/n. You can call me n/n." You stick out your hand for him to take, and he hesitates before removing his own hand from the back of his head to take yours, his eyes focusing on your clasped hands instead of meeting your gaze. You marvel in the strength of his grip and the calluses on his palms.

"Y-you can call me Noya." His voice is just barely audible over the sounds of the party going on around you. 

You smile and release his hand and he glances up at you, seeming to blush harder, but he finally finds the confidence to meet your eyes. His hand returns to the back of his head, scratching lightly.

When your attention shifts away from Noya and back to your friend and her boyfriend, you find them passionately making out, even in the midst of everything, and you scowl.

"Yo, get a room, guys!" You lightly smack Tsukishima's arm where it lies across Taylor's shoulders. You can see Taylor blush as Tsukishima growls and glares at you. You stick your tongue out at him and he scoffs.

"Fine, we will." He smirks and grabs Taylor's wrist as he pulls her towards a hallway, presumably leading to Tsukishima's bedroom.

Taylor squeals and turns back to you before calling out, "Have fun, you two!" And placing two fingers in a "v" over her lips before sticking her tongue between them. Then she disappears behind the other partygoers, and you assume that you won't see her again until morning.

You send up a silent prayer of good luck for your best friend. Tsukishima always got insanely jealous of you when you and Taylor teased him, and it always ended in Taylor getting dicked down so good she had trouble walking in the morning.

You turned your attention back to Nishinoya and found him smiling in amusement toward where you last saw Taylor and Tsukishima, before he turned back to face you once again.

With your distractions gone, you took the opportunity to fully drink in the man in front of you. He had dropped his hand from behind his head, now opting instead to cross them over his broad chest, the black muscle tank he wore revealing the strength in his shoulders and biceps. He stood at about the same height as you, give or take an inch or two. Now that his initial shyness had seemed to wear off, likely due to the now empty cup held loosely in one hand. His dark brown eyes glimmered with confidence and a spark that you could only describe as spunky. His gelled spiky brown hair had one bleached spot at the front and center of his head and you couldn't help but wonder what it would look like between your thighs. Your gaze travelled downward to the black volleyball shorts he wore, probably the same ones he wore to practice, and the muscular thighs and claves peeking out of them.

Once your eyes finished their adventure, they traveled back to his face to see him combing you over in much the same way, taking your low cut black crop top and deep red, faux leather pencil skirt in stride before travelling back up and lingering on your black lace choker for just a moment, and then meeting your e/c eyes once again. You smirked when he did, and you could've sworn that you saw a gleam of amusement in his eyes as well.

"Like what you see?" You asked cockily, placing your hands on your hips.

"Mm, you could say that." He cocked a crooked smile back at you and took a step closer.

As he did, the song playing changed and your face lit up. "This is my favorite song! Dance with me?" You asked excitedly.

Noya's blush returned. "Um... sure, but I'm not a very good dancer."

"That's okay, just follow my lead." You wink at him and hold out a hand.

He takes it and you pull him in, hooking your arms behind his neck as the song rolls through a slow verse.

Lonely days will follow,

Days will follow

And that gaze that stuck

The halls will know your name

You heard him inhale sharply as the beat dropped and you thrust your hips close to his, his eyes lowering to watch your body move as his hands found your waist.

Hit me like a tidal wave,

Triggered by the aftershock

He found himself stunned into stillness as you swayed your hips, stepping back to swish your hair behind you and swing your arms out to your sides as the song progressed, bringing them back to his shoulders before shoving lightly to break his hold, then turning away from him as you had turned Taylor, pressing your back to his front. He hissed as your ass brushed against his member, slowly stirring in his shorts.

The contact was enough to wake him from his stupor, and soon he was moving along with you as you danced, gripping your waist and dipping his head into the crook of your shoulder as you swayed in time to the music. When the song ended, you were both panting and you could feel the stiffness in his pants against the curve of your ass.

He leaned up to take your earlobe lightly between his lips before speaking just loud enough to be heard over the music. "Let's make this a private party, hmm?"

You nodded breathlessly, and turned to face him with flushed cheeks, mirroring his expression from earlier.

He smiled and took your wrist, leading you back to the hallway you had seen Taylor and Tsukishima enter earlier. He produced a keyring as you walked, using one of the keys to unlock his bedroom door when the two of you reached it.

Once he had unlocked the door, he held it open and stepped to the side, beckoning for you to enter. As you stepped up to the threshold, you cocked an eyebrow at him, wondering at the extra security. 

“Is the lock really necessary?” You eyed him suspiciously, lingering in the doorway. 

He shrugs. “Can never be too careful with all of the people coming in and out of here all the time.” 

He releases the doorknob and steps in close to you, bringing his hands to your hips and gently pushing you backwards into the room. Once you were both clear, he kicked the door closed behind him and pressing his forehead to yours.

“Now, whaddya say we keep the party goin’ on our own here?” He smirked as his lips crashed against yours, and you felt the wall behind you as your back was pressed against it. 

[foulkingdomenthusiast]

Best Friends

“DRAAAAACOOOO, come on! Move your perky little ass!” Harry shouted up the stairs, hoping to hurry up his roommate, who was currently doing his 60-step make-up routine – which in Harry’s opinion was not needed, the guy’s skin was flawless. Harry glanced at his phone for what felt like the hundredth time in the past ten minutes, and saw they only had 20 minutes to get to his appointment.

“Draco, please? I don’t want to be late and I’m nervous enough as it is. Come on you look perfect as is, let’s gooooooooooo!” Harry heard the anxiety in his voice and could feel his hands getting sweatier and shakier as the seconds passed.

“Jesus, bitch, calm down. Its going to be fine. Getting all jittery is not going to help, so practice your breathing exercises, sit down for one minutes while I finish getting ready.” Draco had sauntered down the stairs while talking and pushed Harry into the chair by the front door. He carried on to the closet in the hallway to fetch his shoes and jacket.

Harry placed his hands palm up on his knees, closed his eyes and started counting his breaths. When he reached twenty, he felt calmer, but still a bit nervous about what was going to happen. Opening his eyes, he looked towards where Draco was sat on the stairs, zipping up his just over the knee black 3-inch heel boots.

Harry rolled his eyes at Draco’s extra-ness, the rest of his outfit included a short black bodycon dress, white thigh high stockings, white leather jacket and a white leather waist purse attached with a gold chain. Today his white hair had streaks of purple, to match his eyeshadow, lipstick and nail polish.

Harry’s outfit in comparison was rather more tame, but no less shocking. He was wearing torn, tight black skinny jeans, purple suede wedges, a black crop tank top with the slogan ‘always hungry’. His pink hair had been pulled into a cute ponytail on the side of his head with a purple velvet scrunchie.

When Harry felt better, he stood and pulled on his pastel pink, long cardigan and grabbed his black leather clutch, before turning to Draco.

“Come on bitch, let’s go!”

“That’s my boy! Let’s get you laid!” Draco swung his arm around Harry’s neck and pulled him towards the door.

“Draco! Shut up!” Harry laughed, elbowing the blond, ducking out from his clutches, opening the door and ran for the end of the pathway.

“What? That guy was totally checking you out!” Draco locked up and casually walked to where Harry was waiting, before grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers.

Walking up to the tattoo place, Harry’s nerves started acting up again. He stopped about a foot away from the door, pulling Draco to a perilous stop as well.

“Christ, Potter. Warn a guy next time, I nearly went arse over tit in these heels!” Draco turned to look at Harry scowling, but upon seeing his face instead grabbed his shoulders and began chanting ‘breathe’ softly. “You got this babe, you’ve been waiting for this for at least three weeks, don’t let your fear take this away from you now. You can do this!” Draco shook Harry’s shoulders once for emphasis, and watched as determination entered his gaze once more.

“You’re right.” Harry took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders. “Let’s get this bitch done!”

“That’s the spirit, lets go seduce your future bf!”

“DRACO!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA”

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