#and get use to them more slowly while with acrylics it’s instantly long and takes time getting use to haha

[bluebellthesponge]

still can’t believe i spent time always every couple of months just trying to see how long i would leave my nails alone to grow for (usually at most i think i left them to grow for three months)

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Acrylics | Headcanon

Requested? Nope

Warnings? None

CC's Included? Corpse Husband, Dream, Awesamdude, Wilbur Soot, Sapnap, BoomerNA, Punz, Quackity, Karl Jacobs

Word Count: 1,730

My first ever set of headcanons! Pls feel free to tell me if they suck or if you want more!! My requests are always open :)

Corpse

-you’ve had earrings for years now and didn’t think acrylics would mess you up

-you were definitely wrong

-you suddenly became notorious for dropping earring backs, losing them in the carpet, and fumbling around for minutes at a time

-corpse had noticed you had started to take longer and longer getting ready

-he knew you loved changing your earrings, matching them to your outfit, and making a whole outfit out of it

-and yet one morning you two were actually headed out to get breakfast together

-when you were taking a while he decides to check on you and see if you’re okay

-he walks into the room, watching you pout in frustration as you tried again to put in your earrings

-he can’t help the small smile on his lips that occurs, watching as you tried over and over to put the jewelry in your ear

-he walks over, placing his hands on your shoulders until they fall down over your hands

-“let me help”

-he takes the earrings out of your hands, nudging you to turn in his grip

-he brushes your hair back before focusing intently on putting the earring in

-he’s scared about hurting you but you’re too busy focusing on the butterflies in your stomach to even notice

-he fastens the earrings with ease and without a second thought he presses a kiss to your forehead before telling you to turn and look in the mirror and see if it’s okay

-you’re practically glowing and that alone make corpse smile

-from now on he puts your earrings in for you

Dream

-the minute you got your nails done you realized what a struggle opening cans was going to be

-you loved Redbull and soda and pretty much anything that came into a can so you were definitely struggling

-dream watches as you leverage the can tab with a knife and pop it open that way, an adoring smile on his lips

-he watches you do this for a while, finding the action absolutely adorable for whatever reason

-one day you head to the fridge and grab a can of Redbull and Dream takes it out of your hands instantly

-he pops it open without a word and hands it back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he walks away

-you stand in the cold air of the fridge for minutes afterward, struck at how such a perfect boy could notice something so minute about you

-he always opens cans for you now

Sam

-having a difficult time typing never even occurred to you when you got your nails done

-you figured you’d either find a way around it or use text to speech if it got really difficult

-and it did get really difficult

-you had a 10-page essay due and the idea of ripping your extremely expensive nails off had crossed your mind more than once

-when you’re on your third page and can’t type one word without a mistake you let out a muted scream before dropping your head onto the desk

-Sam who had been sitting in the room the whole time offers a concerned look

-he makes his way over to you, rubbing your back slowly

-“what’s wrong baby?”

-“these stupid nails keep messing me up,” you whine leaning your head into his chest

-he picks your hand up, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before nudging you out of the seat

-“what are you writing about?” he asks as you plop down onto the floor

-“what?”

-“what are you writing about? I can type it,”

-you swore you were about to get down on one knee and propose to him

-“uhm it’s about the similarities and differences of an older text and a newer text and why it’s fundamental to use both”

-“alright. tell me what I need to write next”

-you spent the next few hours telling Sam your plans and thoughts about the paper while he typed, your heart slamming appreciatively in your chest

Wilbur

-you had done pretty well with your hair after getting your nails done

-brushing it out, pulling it up, even twirling it around your fingers caused no issue and all ease

-however, when you see a TikTok tutorial of a girl pulling her hair up with butterfly clips this is when the trouble starts

-you sat in front of your bedroom mirror, twisting your hair and attempting to clip it in place, and proceeding to drop the clip over and over and over

-the frustration is unreal, and at one point you almost start crying in annoyance

-Wilbur walks into the room clueless and stops in his tracks immediately

-he kneels on the ground behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders

-you lean back into his touch and let it calm you as you drop the clips from your hands

-”what’s wrong my love?” he whispers calmly while pressing kisses to your head

-”I can’t get my hair right,” an unintentional whine coming out of your lips

-Wilbur reaches down to where the clips lay on the ground and gather them up

-”what do you want me to do?”

-you’re practically crying for a whole other reason now

-”i’m just trying to twist my hair up and pin it back” you explain

-wilbur watches you pull the hair back before opening the clip and securing it into place

-he smoothes down the hair as if he’s done it a million times and presses kisses to your head

-he’s the first person you call now when you need help with your hair

Sapnap

-okay you’ve never been great at opening sauce packets before

-but now that you got your nails done it’s downright impossible

-the first time you tried you swore it took you 30 minutes to even get it a little bit open

-so when you and Sap go to Chick fil A and sit down to eat you’re already groaning in annoyance as you pull out the chick fil a sauce packet

-Sap watches with amused eyes and a slight smirk as you struggle even getting the plastic between your fingers

-he grabs it from your hands without a word, tearing it open before placing it back in front of you

-every single time you go to a fast food place now he does it subconsciously whether you have acrylics on or not

-your heart aches a little every time he does it, nothing but love for the sweet boy before you

Boomer

-alright so you’ve never been a huge gamer in life

-sure you played the occasional game when you were younger or when your older brother needed help beating a level but that was about it

-when you met Boomer you realized how little you knew about video games, specifically minecraft

-while you never played the game you listened to Boomer tell you all about it and explain

-however when he started playing Halo in his free time that’s when you became interested

-your dad used to play the game 24/7 when you were younger, beating it a multitude of times on the old PC in the computer room

-and when he saw your interest piqued, he knew he had to teach you how to play valorant

-similar shooting games, right?

-you sat on his lap, his hands on top of yours as you try to work around having the longest fingernails ever and learn a new game

-you swear instead of you actually playing Boomer was doing all of the work

-it made your heart happy anyway

-you joked with him that when the fingernails come off you’ll beat his ass in valorant

-”Whatever you say my love” he assures pressing a kiss to your shoulder

Punz

-okay but opening jars normally is hard

-how the fuck were you supposed to open them with long ass fingernails on??

-you did probably the most ridiculous tips and tricks from TikTok to try and loosen the top of the jar

-nothing worked

-punz watched you amused day in and day out whenever you tried to open any jars

-some days he even let the jar loosen before hiding it back again and watching as you cheer excitedly, opening it on the first try

-one day you’re having a particularly hard time opening a jar, going as far as cursing in frustration over the opening

-punz walks over to you, pulling the jar from your hand and popping it open with ease you watch admirably

-you lean up and press a kiss to his cheek and he flushes underneath your touch

-now every time you have a jar you can’t open you’re right by Punz’s side pouting and holding out the food

Quackity

-obviously, Alex has always opened doors for you

-he’s even gone as far as smacking your hand away when you try to open a door for yourself

-and when you get your nails done? Forget about it

-he barely lets you lift a finger, not wanting for you to ruin your brand new manicure

-he’s seen you pull off quite a few nails by missing the door handle and hitting it a bit too hard

-there’s no way he’s gonna make you lose more

-”i’m going to work!” you yell out to Alex as you walk out the door

-he rushes in behind you unexpectedly and out towards your car

-he already has the door opened and is offering a big grin

-you lean up and press a kiss to his lips, your heart surging at the idea that you had gotten the best boyfriend in the world

Karl Jacobs

-kinda like typing, you never thought you’d have an issue writing stuff down with your nails on

-however, this time around you got your nails a little longer than usual and it was a struggle

-as you’re scribbling down a grocery list you mess up practically every other word in sloppy writing

-Karl tilts his head when he tries reading the list and smiles

-”baby let me write the list,” he whines the next time you go shopping

-you tell him everything you need and Karl writes it down in perfect hand writing, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he gets up

-you’ll never not be shocked when he does something so simple but precious

[purpleyellow]

The audacity

Seventeen 14th member

Hayun’s masterlist

“Seventeen won’t take bs when it comes to Hayun”

Requested by: two (2) anons    

cw: offensive language

a/n: Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open! 💙

(to my brazilians around, this gif is svt’s version of ninguem solta a mão de ninguem)

The arrival of dancers made the practice room even more crowded and noisy than usual. It was one of the few times Seventeen worked with an outside dance team, and they happened to have a lot of new faces around, who needed time to figure out the staging and how things were working so far.

After they ran through the choreography a couple of times, the choreographer called in a break, allowing the huge group to instantly clear the middle space and separate themselves into small circles of conversations.

Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Joshua instantly met each other and began chatting about dinner plans and whatnot. Slowly approaching Jun and Wonwoo, the oldest filled them in on what they're deciding until he starts searching for someone.

“So, we could order it on the next break and have someone grab it for us. Anyway, did anyone see Hayun?”

“Making friends, as usual,” Wonwoo comments, pointing at the other corner of the room where the girl was surrounded by four dancers.

“Hayun-ah” The leader waves her over and waits as she jogs to his side “We're talking about dinner, what do you think about-”

“Oh, those guys were talking about this new restaurant that opened downtown, I was thinking of tagging along with them” She points back at the group and watches as her members nod “But I can cancel, of course”

“No, go ahead. It's just a meal” Joshua goes to wave her off when Seungkwan approaches them with crossed arms.

“Yeah. Just a meal. Until she's suddenly ditching us during the holidays and moving out with her new friends” The boy pouts, turning his face away from the group. Hayun reaches up to ruffle his hair before landing a soft slap.

“Says the dude who is friends with half of the entertainment industry” Ignoring his eye roll, she turns back to the rest of their little huddle “Well, if nobody else will feel betrayed”

“I was kidding” Seungkwan whines and Scoups pushes her away from them “Stop being dramatic and go do your mingling”

Going back to the group of dancers, Hayun resumes chatting with them for a couple of minutes before the break is over.

After more hours of running over every tiny detail for the stage, the rehearsal finally ends and the scattering of people begins. Hayun takes a couple of minutes talking about minor adjustments with the members and just checking up on them before searching for the four friends she had made that evening.

“Hey, how do you guys plan on heading there?” She asks, taking a sip from her water bottle and missing the glances between the two boys and two girls.

“Actually, we might have to do it another day,” The girl closest to her says and flips a hair strand off of Hayun's shoulder. “We got pretty tired from this last session”

“And work tomorrow it's going to start pretty early, you know. It's best to let this go for today,” The boy nods to her before pulling out his phone from his pocket and slightly turning away from the idol.

“Yeah, I get it. That's okay, we'll reschedule it then” Hayun smiles and gives them a thumbs up “I'll head to the dorms, then. Have a good rest, and tomorrow we'll talk more”.

Sending her some quick waves and small smiles, the four dancers waited for Hayun to turn around before sharing an annoyed look and sighing.

The practice room slowly grows empty, only leaving Wonwoo and Vernon who lost an incredible game of rock, paper, scissors, and had to stay behind to clean up everything. Finally turning off the lights, the two boys head out into the hallway and spot a group of four people standing by the entrance.

“Aren't those the people Hayun was talking to earlier,” Vernon asks quietly before a voice from the group reaches them.

“Why is this damn cab taking so long? We should have let that airhead tag along”.

“Agreed. She would have talked our ears off, but at least we would have made it to the club already”.

Sharing a look, the two idols stop walking and listen closely to understand if the dancers are talking about what the boys think they're talking about.

“That was so stupid. Why would you invite her in the first place? She's so annoying”.

“I mean, having an idol considering you a friend would be fun, right? Especially with the Christmas season coming up. Can you imagine the gifts she would buy us?”

“Yeah, dude. We wouldn't even need to worry about paying for stuff anymore. Just have Hayun tag along anywhere and, boom, no more tabs to pay.”

“But also, no more functioning eardrums”

“No, you have a point. She seems like she'd give us her credit card password on the third time we hung out. Not to mention, looking at her position in contrast with ours. You don't even have to befriend her, but be on her good side, and she'll make sure to give us more gigs within Pledis”.

Standing frozen, Wonwoo and Vernon listened to everything they were saying and shared looks of disbelief. Having enough of it, the oldest cleared his throat and slung his bag, making it hit his own back with enough force to make a thumping sound.

“Let's go, Vernon,” He ignored the four people standing before them with wide eyes and resumed walking. Once shoulder to shoulder with one of the dancers, Wonwoo stopped again and said while looking ahead, “Next time, be careful of whom you're talking about”.

Vernon, on the other hand, made eye contact with each dancer before raising one eyebrow and following the oldest. After closing the car door, he groaned annoyed, “Can you believe they had… ”

“… the fucking audacity” Jeonghan places his cup on the table, face showcasing utter disgust after Wonwoo told him what they had listened before leaving the Pledis building.

“Show me who those people are again tomorrow. I'll make sure they never step inside our practice room, ever again,” Hoshi points out.

“Is there a way of not having them tomorrow? I'm afraid Scoups Hyung might commit murder” Dokyeom brought attention to the leader standing on the corner of the kitchen.

Looking like he was plotting an illegal act, Seungcheol scoffs and pushed himself away from the cabinets. “The bare minimum you would expect from someone is that they can be professional. I swear, those people are getting an earful for talking about Hayun within a billion-meter ratio from where I work”.

“It's best to let it rest until tomorrow's performance is done. After we'll probably never see them again, so there's not much point causing any visible disturbance.” Laying a hand on the leader's arm, Woozi tried to make some sort of sense, but all it did was cause Scoups to roll his eyes.

“We can't just act like nothing happened”

“We also can't change anything about the choreography until then” Hoshi butts in and takes a breath trying not to jump in the 'let's hunt them down' train.

“They already know Wonwoo and Vernon heard them trash-talking her, so I'm not letting them have it easy tomorrow.” Jeonghan rolls his eyes and pointed to both Woozi and Hoshi, “I'm speaking my mind the first moment I see those sons of bitches, you're free to wait until the show's over”.

“About that, I don't think we should tell Hayun what happened” Joshua, who had been quiet the entire time, speaks, drawing attention to him. “Not until, as you said, the show is over, and we won't see them again. You know that she's probably going to get disappointed about it”.

“And you expect her to not go running to meet her new 'friends' once we arrive at the venue?” Wonwoo raises an eyebrow, but Mingyu shakes his head and backs the older up.

“We just have to keep her entertained around us. Fill in Dino, Seungkwan, and Myungho later, and have them help with making sure the group doesn't run into her”.

Raising his hand, Vernon casually mumbles “Maybe don't tell Seungkwan, he won't be able to hide his feelings about the whole thing”

“Myungho won't either” Jun comments and the room falls silent at the sound of the remaining members chatting and approaching the kitchen.

“Wow, you make a meeting and forget to call in the main characters” Hayun laughs walking through the room and opening the fridge for a beer “So, when's the food arriving?”

~

Hayun is sitting on the makeup chair, casually watching Scoups and Jeonghan whispering to each other from the mirror's reflection, when a hand lands on her shoulder and another holds out a smoothie for her.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Joshua sits on the chair next to her while Mingyu punctures the drink's lid with a straw.

Without taking her eyes off the mirror, she nods with her head to it. “Those two are up to something”

“Scoups and Jeonghan Hyung? Nah, they're always like that. Sharing secrets and stuff,” Mingyu giggles, shoving the straw inside her mouth and shifting to stand in front of the mirror. “Cute nail polish, when did you have time to get it done?”

“Oh, these are acrylics. This lady was just putting them on” Hayun falls into his trap and began analyzing the design with some occasional comments from the boys.

Peace has seemingly set inside the dressing room, yet it doesn't last long until Dino's loud “Uh?” caught the attention of the members, who turned to see what he and Vernon were doing.

Trying to shut the youngest up, Vernon makes it very obvious to the guys that he had just filled Dino in with the “frenemies” situation. Most of them try to brush it off and not bring more attention to it. Seungkwan, however, approaches them by, very loudly, asking what's up.

“What are you talking about?” He boringly fixes up his outfit. Vernon can feel the burning eyes of Jeonghan on his skull as he tries to deviate the conversation to another topic.

“Did you go see catering already? I heard they had a coffee machine”.

“Wait. Does he not know what happened?” Dino fails to read the room properly and instigates the older boy.

“What happened? Why is everyone sharing secrets all of a sudden? Is the thing you're discussing why Scoups Hyung seems ready to jump someone”.

The timing of events can't be worse, as the makeup artist taps Hayun's shoulder to let her know they were done. Within seconds, the girl gets up and turns to where the three youngest were standing.

“What's with the gossiping? Did Vernon lose his airpods again?” She brushes away from Joshua as he tried to hold her in place and waves off Mingyu when, in a panic, he suggests they should check out the pigeons outside.

“What? No! I mean, yeah! How unfortunate, isn't it?” Vernon jumps around his answers and tries looking for anyone willing to help him out.

“Just tell her about it” Approaching them from the door, Jeonghan, now without the leader's company, shrugs his shoulders, making Hayun raise an eyebrow.

“Jeonghan, at least wait until the day is over,” Joshua speaks through his teeth and the boy rolls his eyes.

“Well, she already knows something is up, and to be fair I don't know what good hiding this will bring. At least, if she feels like doing something about it, she'll have the chance right now”.

“Do something about it? Hadn't we agreed that the best is to wait until the performance is over and just never see them again?”

“What even are you talking about?” Hayun shuts them both up and Jeonghan and Joshua turned to her with annoyed expressions, “Don't even look at me like that. You're the ones mentioning me as if I'm not in the room”.

Placing a hand on her shoulder, Joshua tilts his head a little and speaks softly, “Trust me for a moment here, it's best if you brush it aside. Until later at least, and then we can settle it as you wish”.

“Wha- Just spill it out for fucks sake. I'm going to combust if you don't tell me right now whatever this all means,” Hayun puffs, punching his shoulder. Just as Joshua opens his mouth to say the same thing again, Jeonghan beats him and shoves himself in front of the girl.

“Do you recall those dancers you were planning to go out with yesterday? Yeah, well, turns out they're all little shits who were trash-talking you, and just overall talking crap, yesterday”

“Jeonghan” Joshua repressed the older who does nothing but wave him off.

“Doesn't matter what they said because you're nothing of it, and-” Adverting his eyes for a second, Jeonghan stares to the side, where half of Scoups' body is waving for him through the door. “And, and, you're amazing and all of that. So now go rest your awesome self while I go teach those punks a lesson”.

Zooming past her, Jeonghan runs to the door, where the leader is already back outside. Hoshi, Jun, Woozi, and DK, scream for him before also going out of the door. A very lost, Seungkwan, simultaneously tries to get Vernon to tell him what exactly the dancer said before while shouting for the older to wait for him to also speak his mind.

“I didn't want you to know about this before the performance, but-”

“Whatever, let's make sure nobody dies today” Hayun rolls her eyes and turns around, Wonwoo running from where he was watching everything and holding her by the shoulder.

“Do you want us to go fix that up? It's okay to give them the cold shoulder or just go off if you want to” Nodding, she keeps silent and walks out, bringing the rest of the guys behind her.

The8, who also had just found out about the situation, whispers to Vernon, “Can you believe they had the audacity?”

“I know, right?” The youngest whisper-yelled at him as they made it to the hallway and assessed the situation.

“The next time you even think about opening your mouth to talk about her-” Scoups had his finger pointing at the tallest dancer -who ironically had a few centimeters on him-, while the rest of the members stood next to him nodding and calmly listening to what the leader was saying.

“Oppa, just drop it,” Hayun shouts, walking past them and holding his shoulder.

Annoyingly, Scoups rolled his eyes and turned to her, “What do you mean, drop it?” Thinking for a second, he blinked and turned even more bothered, “Who even told you about this?”

The leader looked around until he found Mingyu, offending the tall guy who made an X in front of his body.

“Doesn't matter who told me. Let's just not lose time doing this” Brushing past him, Hayun now faced the dancers “Look, I'll teach you something right now, so grab it or drop it okay? I don't give a shit that you don't like me, or whatever, but at least be professional because all this situation did was teach me that none of you care about your careers. It's pretty clear by the angry puppy beside me that you just lost any chance of growing inside our brand, so keep this as a lesson and respect the artists you're working with. Also, once we're on stage put on a smile, so my fans won't be able to sense your shit”

“It should be pretty clear by what she said but you definitely don't have a chance to work with any Pledis artist again” Hoshi came from the end of the hallway alongside their manager and choreographer. The latter nodded and added.

“For the sake of the performance, you should all go back to your dressing rooms. You all said whatever was on your mind, so try to refocus during the last few minutes you have”.

“I didn't get to say what was on my mind” While the group was dispersing, DK mumbles on the side and Jun snorts.

“You had a chance, but all you did was stare at them and scowl until Scoups Hyung took the lead”

“I don't care about who said and who didn't say what they wanted” Hayun rolled her eyes, turning to the boys as they arrived in the room. Clasping her hands together, she brings them to her face and smiles, “You all care about me”.

“The fact you still doubted about it after years hurts me” Dokyeom held his chest and frowned, the girl laughs and goes to hug him.

“Group hug?” Seungkwan says uncertainly and Hoshi nods, dragging Woozi with him, “Group hug!”

[lavishedinjimin]

bts reaction -> you do something that upsets/angers them

woah! finally, a new reaction post?? 

(all gifs used are not mine!) 

Namjoon:

Well, well, well, what could you have possibly said to create an argument with Namjoon. He, for one, doesn’t like arguments. He would instead talk to you and settle all the problems without raising his voice.

But if the argument does get too far, he’s making sure that he gets his point across, even if his words might sting.

Namjoon sits on the edge of the bed, looking up at you who was standing in front of him with your arms crossed.

“I did nothing wrong, Y/n,” he states with a deep yet calm tone, “You didn’t tell me that I had to run errands. How would I when I’m in the studio with the boys?”

He raises his brow when you stomp your feet on the wooden floor. Eyeing you up and down, his blood slowly rises when he feels like you’re acting insensitive.

“But you knew that we had no groceries left!”

Namjoon suppresses his anger like he always does, “Stop being selfish, Y/n. Tell me, who’s paying your bills?” he points his chin out.

“Hey, I pay half of our bills!”

“There you go. That just means you also shouldn’t be depending on me so much when I’m busy doing work, okay?”

(aln: this gif is so fucking hot istg i’m on my knees) 

Seokjin:

You feel the other side of the bed dip, signaling that someone had come into bed with you. Peeking your eyes open just slightly, you feel your body relaxing as you finally saw Seokjin after a long, hard day.

“Hey, darling,” you whisper, scooting closer to him to hug his body. Seokjin murmurs something under his breath, but you didn’t quite grasped what it was. 

Seokjin moves around, furrowing his eyebrows as a groan escapes his mouth. “Please…”

Ignoring the word, you instantly scatter his face with kisses, kissing his forehead and down to his plump lips.

“Not now, Y/n.”

“Why?” you pout, “lemme kiss you. I haven’t seen you all day.” You continue your mischief on him, placing open-mouthed kisses all over.

With eyes still closed, he pushes you away with both hands.

Shocked, you look at him in awe of what he just did.

“That’s so rude,” you scoff.

“I just want to sleep, Y/n. I’m tired and I don’t want to talk.”

Silence fills the room as you sullenly observe him pull the covers over his body. He rubs his face with his hands as he lets go of an exasperated sigh. “Get over it. I had a bad day, okay? I just want silence and a night of good sleep, that’s all I want right now.”

You know how Seokjin gets mad. His words are his weapon. You think that it’s much better leaving him alone than further pushing his buttons. Tomorrow will be another day.

Yoongi:

Yoongi doesn’t get angry that often. It’s quite impressive how he can calm himself down and avoid the anger. But it’s also alarming – because whenever he does get angry, he can become outright terrifying and a guilt-tripping madman.

“Is it because I don’t talk to you enough?” Yoongi alarms through the phone, the rage in his voice evident even though you can’t see his face. “Huh? Is it because I don’t give you enough attention?”

“It’s not like that! You have to understand that he’s just a friend!” You grip the phone tighter in your damp hand. 

“I bet that guy treated you better, hm? I bet that’s the reason.” Yoongi’s voice was filled with bitter sarcasm as he speaks. The tone of his voice makes you clench your fist in annoyance. It was clear that he was manipulating you with his words, but there’s nothing you can do to stop him.

“You know what? Whatever, Y/n. You do whatever the fuck you want. I don’t care. But get ready for when I get home, you’re gonna get some serious fucking punishment.”

There was a long, thick silence after his sentence. You can feel your heartbeat thump loudly in your chest, upset in both yourself and in Yoongi.

“It isn’t my intention to upset you,” you sigh, “you’re the one that I care about. Always.”

“Then show it to me.”

You gasped. Are your actions not enough for him to believe you? 

Hoseok:

Hoseok can be immensely intimidating when angry. Those eyes that can show the sweetest candy smile, with a single wrong move, they can turn into the most devilish gaze someone has ever seen.

Even his members find him scary whenever he’s mad.

As you watch the band practice their choreography for their performance next week, you couldn’t keep your eyes on Hoseok. The way his body just moves smoothly without any imperfections at all, it was clear that he was made for dancing and performing on stage.

Park Jimin calls off for a break and the members rush to their respective corners to catch their breath. Hoseok walks to the other side of the practice room where he sits down. Until suddenly, Jimin comes to your direction with a sly smirk on his face.

“Did you like the choreo?” he says, voice sort of raspy and out of breath. You giggle, “Yes. It was fire.”

“Mhm…” he places his hands on the table in front of you and leans forward, making your eyes widen. What is he doing…?

His eyes were almost slitted, licking his lips. You can’t help but notice small droplets of sweat trickling down from his temples and to his jawline, and how the light reflex the dampness of his neck. “Were you watching me?”

“H-Huh?” You stutter, mouth agape. “Yeah. You’re so good, Jimin, as always,” you respond while tucking your hair behind your ear. 

Jimin’s grin widens, satisfied with your answer. Before he can give a verbal reply, Hoseok was right behind him and he swiftly pushes Jimin aside. He gives him a ‘look’ paired with a shake of his head. He whispers something to Jimin as he walks away.  

Hoseok lifts his chin whilst he looks down at you with those menacing dark brown eyes. “Are you enjoying your time here?”

“Well,” you gulp, “Yes.”

He looks away for a second, brushing his hair back. You can hear that he took a deep sigh. Placing his forearms on the table, he stares directly into your eyes. His irises burn deep into you as he takes a heavy breath, “You know how possessive I am of you, Y/n. Only—” he lifts his right hand and caresses your cheek, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip, “only look at me.”

Jimin:

Jimin was clicking away on his laptop as he sits on the barstool, eyes glued on the screen for he didn’t even notice that you’ve walked up behind him. Slowly, you wrap your arms around his waist. His body jumps in utter shock.

“Babe,” he groans, “don’t do that again. Don’t surprise me like that.”

His tone was plain and sharp, bringing an attitude that signifies that he is annoyed.

Perhaps he needs more love and attention?

Inhaling his scent, you rest your cheek against his back. The sounds of the keys clicking were slowly becoming irritating, so you snatch his hands away to hold them in your grasp.

“Wha—Y/n!” he yells, but you unrightfully ignore him.

“C’mon, baby. Just rest for a while and come cuddle with me instead—”

“Cuddle?” he turns the stool around so he faces you. He scoffs, “You really want us to cuddle right now? When I’m in the middle of work?” he raises his voice at you, making you feel small. Trying your best not to be hurt by his razor-sharp timbre, you stand your ground. “Stop fucking annoying me and let me do my job, okay?”

“I’m just trying to—”

“—Just trying to help, yeah.” He rolls his eyes. “Please just, just leave me alone for a couple of minutes.”

But he will feel so fucking bad afterward, though. Jimin lets his emotions get the best of him and he used you to let it all out. You understand him, nonetheless. He is the type to bottle up his feelings. But deep down, you wish he would tell you everything that’s been bothering him, without having to keep them for himself. 

Taehyung:

Taehyung rarely gets mad at you. But whenever he does, he’s quick to apologize and forget about the situation because he doesn’t want to cause a much bigger problem.

So, stealing his food from the fridge wouldn’t annoy him, right?

He was supposed to come home early for tonight, but he informed you that he’ll be a little bit late because of traffic.

Although your hunger couldn’t wait any longer.

Taking the box of food out of the fridge, you did not hesitate to gobble them all up to feed your rumbling stomach. You know for a fact that he’s going to empathize with you anyway.

As he comes home, though, you weren’t still finished and he stops his tracks when he sees that you were eating his meal.

“Y/n!” he gasps, “This one is yours!” he says, raising the takeout box he bought on the way home. “You said you wanted Chinese, didn’t you?”

Uh-oh…

You slowly stand up from the dining table, walking your way out of the area with his food still in your hands with a little cheeky grin.

Taehyung pouts as he whines out your name, “I hate it when you do this! I was craving for that!” He stomps his foot, “This is so upsetting, you know.”

You feel your heart clench at that, “I’m sorry…”

“Come here, you!” Taehyung all of a sudden, runs to catch you, signaling your fight or flight response. You shriek and dashed all around the dining room, trying to avoid Taehyung as much as possible. He had his arms sprawled across like an eagle, cackling.

Once you let him catch you, he hugs your body tightly in his grasp. “Hmm? You’re so naughty, babe. You know I can’t get mad at you for too long.” He grabs the food box away from you and sets it aside. He whispers, “But don’t do this again.”

Jungkook:

“I mean, look at her, Jungkook. Doesn’t her face irritate you?” you inquire at him, showing an Instagram picture of that one girl you despise. She had her whole butt on screen, tongue out, showing off her long acrylic nails.

Sitting on the couch beside you, Jungkook purses his lips and looks at the screen. “Hmm.” He says plainly.

“Goddamn, whenever I see her in real life my saliva turns sour, y’know? Ugh¸ I hate her so much.” You can feel your nerves rile up, throwing your feet on the coffee table in front of you.

Jungkook speaks, “What has she done to you?” he says in a monotone voice.

“Uh,” you turn to look at him, raising an eyebrow, “Why?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “Just wondering.”

“Okay, fine,” You roll your eyes, “She has done nothing, all right? But—”

He laughs unexpectedly, making you crease your forehead both in frustration and perplexity.

Jungkook himself was never the type to create arguments or say what he feels out loud. He would most likely internalize his thoughts and opinions and waits for the perfect timing to affront.

But if there’s a moment where he a situation feels unfair, he’s not afraid to stand up for what he believes.

“You know that’s wrong, darling,” he sighs, scooting over to you. He swings his right arm around your shoulder and tugs your figure closer. “There’s no reason to hate someone without having a definitive reason. C’mon, just ignore her if she bothers you so much.”

You frown, “But…”

“But what? Baby, if you do this one more time, I’ll be very upset. More upset in you than I am right now.”

Immediately, you jerk your head to look at him. With puppy dog eyes, you apologize, “Sorry.”

[spookysmujer]

His Girl // Sad Eyes

Prompt: You and Sad Eyes are trying to avoid your older brother, Spooky, from finding out about your relationship.

pairing: Sad Eyes x reader

warning: mild swearing, s m u t 🥵

word count: 1.7k

A/N: okay okay so @youare-mysonshine mentions an idea and I can’t not try to bring it to life. I didn’t think I would want to write for anyone else but Spooky but I enjoyed this! My first smut piece and I hope it’s okay. I find writing requests is much easier than thinking of my own ideas, lol. BUT recent convos with this babe, a series called NACROS will soon make an appearance. Send me requests!

“It’s almost 3 ‘o’ clock..” You say as you feel the wet kisses on your neck. The assault hot and heavy with no end in sight. He ignores your pleas on the time nearing.

You sigh but very contently. Your hands rubbing up and down his back, scratching them gently with your acrylics. Black as he likes.

With the heel of your foot, you dig it on top of his ass and he lets out a laugh, finally stopping the attack on your neck, sitting up to rest his hands on the side of you face.

“Mhm, one day I’m a leave a mark.”

“Promises, promises. Com’n you gotta bounce. Cesar will be home and then,” You sigh, as he climbs off you. “Spooky is back. We’re picking him up at 5.”

Sad Eyes glances at you as he pulls his shirt back on. He rubs the nape of his neck and sits besides you, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. You smile at his sweetness, puckering your lips waiting for a kiss.

This thing between you two happened at the beginning of summer, 2 1/2 months ago. Your little brother and his friends were at a party or watching one and you followed to make sure he didn’t get himself in any trouble.

When you entered the party for drinks, that’s when you caught Sad Eyes attention. He wasted no time in approaching you, which lead to talking and then stepping away from the party, smoking a blunt and ... well you know. You warned him about something happening between the two of you, your big brother being Spooky. But he didn’t seem to care. That was until the summer had passed by and Oscar’s release date neared. You managed to avoid Cesar figuring it out, knowing he’d rat you out. But now is the real deal.

“When you gonna tell him?” He asks you, pulling you from the daydream. You give him a look.

“When are you? You suppose to be his compa.”

He laughs and stands, pulling a blunt from the top of your dresser. Shrugging he lights it up, “End of me if I do it. We might live, if you tell him.”

“Boy, please, he’d kill me and you regardless of who tells him. Which is why, we don’t. We lay low. Let him get comfortable then when things settle and he gets in the groove of leading the Santos, we figure it out then. Now, go, before I make us get naked again. Bye.” You smack his ass as he leaves.

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Though you were stressed about your relationship being exposed to Spooky, you did miss him a lot. He’d be locked up for the past 4 years. Times were hard taking care of Cesar on your own bit the Santos helped out a lot. When Cesar got home, you both cleaned up the place and before you know it, the clock struck close to 5.

You both sit against the red impala, waiting for him to come out. And when you hear the gates open, you all run to each other and embrace.

“Mano... look at you. And Y/N, who said you could become a woman and shit?” Oscar has his arm around both yours and Cesar’s neck. You both hug him walking back to the car and back home.

The Santos were gathered at the house to welcome your brother back. And it’ll be the first time being around all of the Santos, Sad Eyes AND Oscar at the same time.

You won’t lie, your nerves are racked and you felt like Oscar knows and will know soon. But he can’t know, you and Sad Eyes were always careful. Not just around Cesar but around the other homies. All loyal to your brother, so you kept it on the extra down low.

“You need another?” You ask your brother heading to get another drink. He nods and you head to the cooler, on your way you and Sad Eyes look at one another. His eyes burning into as you walk past him and around the house.

After grabbing a few, you turn to head back but bump into a body. You look up and see your guy staring at you, “Yes? Need one?”

“Nah, not a beer.”

You roll your eyes, “No no no, you heard what I said. We aren’t letting him find out, especially not tonight. So quench your thirst with a beer, papi.”

He hisses at the nickname and watch you walk away.

The night went well, for the most part. You occasionally glance over at Sad Eyes from time to time. So wishing you didn’t need hide this shit from Oscar. But your brother never wanted you involved with anything or anyone else in the gang. Understandable.

“I’ll be back. Bathroom.” You say pushing off the couch.

“Again?”

“I drank like 3 beers straight. Must you be controlling me still? I’m 23. Be back I said!” You kick his leg. Sad Eyes looks your way and you look to the house as you walk around the corner.

When you get to the bathroom, you wait for a minute when you a hear a knock. Your heart rate spikes as you open and peek your head out. Sad eyes bounces his eyebrows at you as you pull him in. His lips on yours instantly.

He feels your ass as your arms are tightly wrapped around his neck. Your kisses hot and sloppy, the alcohol taking lead.

“I was waiting to come back here and kiss you. Been watching you all night, mujer.”

You moan as he dips his face down to kiss your neck, the moan escaping louder. You cover your mouth with your hand and laugh, “Sorry.”

He laughs with you and you push him off of you and against the sink. You feel the courage and need to take it further, you keep your eyes on his as you sink down to your knees. He watches you as you play with the waistband of his jeans. Oh, you are going there.

You feel him through the jeans, licking your lips as he gets more aroused under your hand, “I kept thinking of the first time we did it. In my brothers car, best head you ever had.”

He nods in agreement, sinister look.

With the lust thick in the air, you undo his pants with his help, pushes it down enough to pull him out of his briefs, you’ll never not be star struck with what this man is packing.

You wet your lips and press a kiss on the underside of his length. Sad Eyes groans at the sensation. You are horny and tipsy as fuck. You take the tip of his cock in your mouth and twirl your tongue around it. He dips his head back in pleasure. It’s when you pump him a few times and take him deeper into your mouth and feel it hit the back of your throat that you hear him groan.

“Fuuuuck, bebe.”

Your bob your head up and down, slowly, earning impatient groans from him. You push your hand up his torso, feeling his chiseled body underneath it. He grabs your hair and bunches it up, getting a nice grip. Sad Eyes pulls you back off his cock, you look up at him as he leans down to kiss you.

“I want to make you cum, por favor.”

He smirks and pushes your head down as your take him again. With the grip of your hair in his hand and his groans, you feel yourself getting more and more aroused. But you know you can’t go too far, before someone notices you been gone too long.

Your release him with a pop and pull your top down to let him get a view of his second favorite part of your body. He bites his lips as you take his cock in your hands. Sad Eyes leans down and spits on your chest, it slides between your boobs. You bite your lip and push his cock through your boobs.

“You know ima cum quick if make me fuck your titties.”

You smirk and push your chest up and down his length. He moans and watches you work him up to the brink of release. “Oh fuck.” He groans as he releases his seed on your chest. You slow your pace as he crumbles under you. With one last stroke, you let go and kiss the tip of dick.

“Mhm, you made a mess all over me, papi. When everyone is gone, ima make a mess all over your face.” You kiss him, careful not to make a mess all over him.

After cleaning each other up and outfit change, you peek out of the bathroom and head out to your room while he heads out to party.

You do a quick fix of your make up and hair before heading back out.

A quick stop to get a beer, you spot him leaning against the house with some homies. You wink and head towards the others.

“Whew, that queso always fucks me up!” You laugh and sit back down. Oscar eyes you but goes back to the convo you interrupted.

After the long night that turned into 3am, you all clean up and get ready for bed. You constantly looking at your phone, hoping to god that Sad Eyes will still be up and down for the fuck sesh you mentioned.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Cesar says as you sitting on your bed. “Night, Mano.”

You sigh as you wait for a text back.

“Waiting for someone?” You hear Oscar, who is standing in your door way. You roll your eyes and fly your pillow at him.

“The sandman to knock your ass out, go to sleep already.” You stick your tongue out as he flies the pillow back at you and heads down the hallway.

After an hour, you sigh in defeat. No response from him and the clock is nearing 5am. You pull your covers over you and go turn off your light when you hear a sound in your window. You wait a second to make sure you aren’t hearing things when you hear it again.

You squeal and do a little dance before heading over to the window, you open it and find your older brother standing outside of it. Your jaw drops when you see Sad Eyes standing behind him, a look of embarrassment and fear.

“Hola hermana, wanna explain this to me?”

[thewildomega]

Always wondered how Katakuri would react to a painter S / O ? The strange way they look at life from an artistic view , Since it probably wouldn't be practical for a pirate to be an artist : ( Like them randomly stopping to admire a flower and talking about how the color makes them feel only to hear someone like Luffy say " it's just a flower , what's the big deal ? " ) You can make is angst if you want , but can it please have a happy ending ? ( I don't wanna cry!😫)

P.s. My angst idea is the Katakuri's S / O has some ability to do with water and her belief is that is the only reason Katakuri and the Charlotte fam like her (she might be right about some of them🤔) after all I imagine they would think being a painter is stupid . You don't have to do this it's just my idea . 🌸Please and thank you💖

A/N: Thank you for requesting! So I changed a few things up but I hope you liked it!

Through the eyes of an Artist 

Finding a secluded area away from everyone else you pulled out your sketch book and charcoals, your most cherished possessions. Glancing up to the spring that was surrounded by beautiful flowers of all colors you grinned a little and started drawing away, drifting away into your own mind. Times like these were your favorite, times when you could be yourself and not the woman you had been forced to play the part of. 

Your mother and father owned a large sugar cane plantation and had made many business investments over the years by marrying off your brothers and sister. now however it was your turn, your parents chosen suitor had been none other than a man from the Charlotte family, one of the notorious Big Mom's sons. For weeks now you parents had been doubling down on your 'princess' training along with your lessons on how to make be a proper wife. You hadn't known to just two days ago when your ship had arrived at Toto Land Island that your betrothed just happened to be the most feared of them all, Katakuri. Having only been in his presence once, he had said nothing to you, only looked down at you with a cold stare that told you everything you needed to know. He didn't want you. Your parents and brothers had seen it as well apparently and the moment all of you had been shown to your temporary rooms they had all started jumping you. 

"You couldn't smile a little?"

"Why did you not curtsy like we talked about?"

"Couldn't you have made yourself even the slightest bit attractive tonight?" 

"You are such a disappointment..."

"Why oh why did we have to be cursed with such a worthless daughter!"

"The only thing good she has going for her is her devil fruit powers..."

On and on they went, your eyes focused on the floor as tears brimmed and threatened to spill down your cheeks. That night when you had laid in bed all you could think about was how not even your husband would care about you. You were doomed to be forever unloved. What sucked even more was that you were being ripped away from the only friend that you had ever had, the only person that didn't see you as a failure and waste of space. Tika had been the only person to seem to like you for you not just because of your water manipulation devil fruit powers. 

Before you knew it splotches were messing up your art piece and you sniffled as you reached up to wipe away the tears falling from your eyes. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath and sighed. Opening your eyes a bit you looked towards the blueish purple hyacinth and blinked slowly, turning the page to capture that single flower, the one that represented how you felt. Adding in different shades and blending them together with your fingertip you tilted your head to the side in concentration, not even hearing the person walk up behind you. 

"You shouldn't be out here." a deep voice spoke. 

Completely caught off guard by the sudden voice you threw your sketch book and charcoal out of your hands and let out a little yelp. Snapping your eyes up you saw the two crimson eyes looking at you with the same coldness and disdain as they had two days ago. Opening and closing your mouth you quickly bowed your head. "I'm sorry. I... I didn't know it was off limits o..or anything I just... well I..." Stupid you had done it again, you had messed up again. Just like you always did. "I'm sorry." you said in a whisper. 

He just stood there watching as the woman, his bride to be stumbled over an apology. Seeing her bow her head low and then move to gather her things he moved his eyes to the ground and saw a pad of paper of sorts and what looked to be a set of colorful charcoals, many of which were very small. She had been drawing? Crouching down he began helping her gather all the little pieces for her. 

When his large hand started picking the pieces of charcoal out of the grass to hand them to you you glanced up to him and saw his face buried in his scarf. Taking them when he held them out for you, you quickly thanked him and went about placing them in the small bag you had. Being so focused on the task at hand you didn't even notice him lift your sketch pad up and flip it over to examine your flower piece until it was too late. "No! Don't look at tha...." you tried saying but it was too late.

Standing back to his full height he looked over the different drawings and art pieces. "You did all these?" he asked, his voice emotionless. 

Curling up some you mumbled out a small 'yes' and readied yourself for the cruel words you were so used to hearing. When he said nothing you bit your lip and looked down. "I know it's a useless pass time, stupid even but I..."

Looking to a painting of the sea he grinned a little behind his scarf. "You are an exceptional artist." Hearing her small gasp he looked down to see a small blush dusting her cheeks and her eyes looking up at him in pure shock. She wasn't used to such compliments apparently. 

You could honestly say your heart warmed a bit at his kind words and you swallowed thickly before replying. "Thank you." 

Humming he began leading her back to the palace. "Do you preferer to use Charcoals?" he asked. 

Shaking your head you reached up to brush your hair back behind your ear. "No, paints are my favorite." 

"Gouache, Watercolors, acrylics or oil?" he asked. 

You had never had anyone to talk about art with before and could feel yourself smiling a little at the conversation. "Well I've only ever been able to use Acrylics and oil based paints before. I have seen some watercolor pieces from other artist before though and hope to one day try them as well." 

Humming he continued walking with her all the way to the palace doors, the both of them quietly talking about this and that until he heard a man and woman yell his fiancé's name. 

Quickly looking up when you heard your parents yell your name you saw them both waiting at the front entrance, deep scowls on their faces. Instantly the smile that Katakuri had managed to bring to your lips disappeared. "Mother, fath..."

"Where have you been?! We have been searching for you for hours!" you mother screeched. "Just look at your dress, covered in those damn charcoals again." she snapped. 

"I.. I'm sorry.. I..." You started but were quickly cut off by your father. 

"No more of your excuses. I am sick and tired of this worthless hobby of yours." he growled, snatching your sketch pad and charcoals from you. 

"No, please father I..."

"Y/n that is enough." your mother hissed out between clenched teeth. 

"Now, you will apologize to Katakuri for no doubt wasting his time with your foolishness." your father demanded. 

He had stood there quietly, listening to Y/n's parents belittle her. Crossing his arms over his chest he continued to remain silent, even when his bride to be turned to him and whispered out a sorrowful apology. Not responding because he knew if he opened his mouth he would say too much he just stood there and watched as her mother grabbed her wrist, too hard judging by the small wince she made, and quickly pulled her back towards their rooms. 

Sighing your father pinched the bridge of his nose and turned towards the commander. "I assure you Katakuri she isn't as useless as she seems. While she may be stuck on this junk and her looks aren't very good, my daughter does have a powerful water power unlike any other. I have no doubt that she will prove to be a valuable asset to your family. Not to mention she will also be able to give you plenty of heirs. I only hope this little mishap hasn't made you change your mind about marrying her. I will be having a long talk with her and I promise that she will give this up." he said, holding up the art supplies in his hand . 

Gritting his teeth he glared down at the man. "I intend to keep my families side of the deal." Without another word he walked away from the man before he did something he would regret or rather something his mother would not be happy about. 

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Today was the day, your wedding day but you couldn't find a reason to be happy. All day you had been getting ready. People pinning you up in an attempt to make you look somewhat acceptable. Your mother's harsh comment about Katakuri not looking to your face too long making a knot form in your throat. Walking down the isle towards him you could only think back on the last few days where he had went back to ignoring you. To your knowledge the two of you had been hitting it off pretty good the other day, speaking of this and that. Perhaps though your family had been right and he was only being nice for the sake of your upcoming union. 

Standing beside him as the priest spoke you looked him over through your veil and noticed how handsome he looked. Before too long your mind had began making notes about how you could draw this moment later but then you remembered your father's words and frowned. Never again would you be allowed to practice your art skills, having brought enough shame to your family. 

When it came time to kiss and he lifted your veil you looked up into his crimson eyes and saw them not as cold as they were before and blinked. Feeling him kiss your head through his scarf you heard one of your brothers make a quiet comment about not blaming Katakuri for wanting to kiss you, the words making your heart clench painfully. 

During the reception you sat beside Katakuri and kept your head down. 

"Congratulations..."

Looking up you saw a thin, tall looking woman standing there and straightened up when you realized it was one of the other Charlotte children. "T..Thank you." you said politely. 

"My name is Brulee, we haven't met yet but Big Brother here tells me you are an artist." she said with a smile. 

"An Artist!?" Big Mom questioned around a mouthful of cake. 

Gasping a little you looked between her and your husband. Nodding a bit you opened your mouth to speak when you caught sight of your father staring daggers at you and dropped your shoulders. "I... I used to be."

Knitting his brows at her sudden change in emotion he looked across the hall to see her father looking at her with a very strict look and raised his chin as father went on talking to his mother. 

"It was a childhood hobby, nothing to brag about." you father laughed off with the rest of your family joining in. 

Seeing his wife's eyes look to her lap and noticing a droplet of water fall to her lap he let out a deep breath and stood. "Mama, Y/n and I are going to retire for the night." he spoke deeply.

"Yes, yes. Of course you both are ready for the honeymoon." she laughed. 

Blushing behind his scarf he said nothing as he held his hand out for Y/n to take, noticing her hand shaking a bit. "Brulee." he said and heard his little sister hum. Without a word they led her from the room and out to the hall. Seeing Brulee stand before a mirror he continued holding his wife's hand as his sister opened the mirror world. 

Going through one mirror and then being led to another you felt Katakuri stop and glanced up just the tiniest amount. 

"Thank you sister." he said. 

"Of course." She told her brother with a smile before looking down to the smaller woman. "I can't wait to get to know you Y/n. Congratulations again." 

With that you felt Katakuri pull you through another mirror and looked around when you saw you were now in a large house of sorts. 

Seeing her look around curiously he grinned, "Welcome home." 

Looking up to him you blinked and then scanned your eyes around the house. From where you were, which seemed to be a front foyer you could see a living area, kitchen and dining room. There was a massive stairway in front of you with many doors on the upper level that were closed. 

"I will give you the grand tour tomorrow but there is one room I have been wanting to show you." he said. Holding her hand he led her up the stairs and down the hall a bit to the third door down from his... their bedroom. Grabbing the knob he looked down to her and grinned behind his scarf. "I wanted you to have a room to call your own... I guess you could call it a wedding gift from me to you." he told her, noticing her confused look. Opening the door he turned on the light and instantly heard her gasp. 

Gasping you moved your hand to cover your mouth. Staring into the room you saw it filled with different art supplies. A large easel sat in the middle of the room with a chair in front of it. New paints of all different colors and types sat on the built in shelves and any other kinds of supplies you could ever dream of having. For the first time in your life you felt happy tears fill your eyes. You had to be dreaming, this had to be a dream. 

Watching her quietly he said nothing until a few minutes had passed and he started getting nervous, maybe he had went overboard and it was now creepy. "So is this acceptable... do you like..." He didn't get to finish his sentence before she was pulling him down by his scarf and smashing her lips to his. Freezing he felt his breath catch in his throat and his eyes go wide. Her soft lips stayed on his for a moment before she slowly pulled away and opened her eyes to look at him. Readying himself for the cruel comments he felt his body tense but to his surprise she only smiled and it made him even more uncomfortable. "Well go on say something." he grunted out. 

Cupping his scared cheek you felt his large teeth against your skin and smiled, "You're beautiful, a true masterpiece. Maybe one day you might let me paint you?" 

A deep blush tinted his cheeks and now it was him that thought he was dreaming. 

[todorokiaimee]

Sweet As Sugar

1K Raffle Winner @vixenpen​

Prompt: Todoroki Enji met Jada at her work and basically they are on their first date as sugar daddy x sugar baby. They hit it off well.

NOTE: This is NOT canon to my fics Dopamine and Blues In The Night.

Jada hummed to herself as she checked her cell phone, her black stiletto heels clicking against the sidewalk. She has a few minutes late to her first blind date of sorts. Even now, she still couldn’t believe she had actually created a profile on a sugar baby website, much less had gotten a match. Lord knows she could use the money, but could she really get down with some old crusty man?

Walking inside the exclusive restaurant, the ravenette smiled at the hostess, offering up the name she was given for the reservation, “Hi, I’m looking for the Todoroki reservation? He should be here already, I’m running a little late.”

“Oh,” The hostess looked surprised as she quickly typed away her computer behind the podium before not so subtly looking her up and down. “Please follow me.”

Jada rolled her eyes to herself as she followed behind the hostess, sucking her teeth. Well, I guess it’s pretty obvious I’m a sugar baby then. He must be ancient. The women continued to walk towards the back of the restaurant and into the private dining rooms. Wow, he even shelled out for a private dining room? He must be loaded.

The ravenette was brought out of her thoughts when the hostess abruptly stopped outside of a dining room, her arm outstretching towards the door, “Mr. Todoroki is right inside, Miss.”

Opening the sliding door, Jada stepped inside the room. “Hi, I’m Ja...da….” Her voice trailed off as her green eyes settled upon the face before her.

There seated at the table was none other than Todoroki Enji, better known as the Pro Hero: Endeavor. He was dressed in a burgundy suit, tailored perfectly to his muscular body, his turquoise blue eyes peering back at her.

“I’m sorry… I must be in the wrong room…” Jada almost whispered, her eyes still drinking in the sight of him.

“Are you ChocolateDreams87?” the man questioned as he turned toward her in his seat.

“Yes…” She breathed, unconsciously biting her bottom lip. “You’re Playingwith_fire?”

“I am,” Enji nodded. “So you’re in the right place after all. Have a seat.” The hero stood to his feet, walking around the table to pull out his chair for the dark-skinned beauty but she was still frozen in place. “What?” He paused, quirking a red brow. “Are you disappointed?”

“No! God no.” Jada laughed weakly as she snapped herself out of her thoughts. “I’m just surprised is all.”

Enji hummed in response as Jada walked over to him, having a seat before he returned to his chair opposite of her. Pulling out a pair of glasses from his jacket pocket, he placed them on his nose before opening up his menu, nodding toward the ravenette. “Order whatever you like. I’ll be picking up the check.”

Fuck, I really hit the jackpot. Shit he’s sexy. Jada hid a smirk behind her menu as she perused its contents. But still… something’s not right here. “Um, Enji? I can call you Enji, right?”

The hero quickly looked up at her in shock, surprised at how easily she could use his given name. “Y-yes. Yes, you may.”

“Enji… Why would a Pro Hero… a married Pro Hero with children… be on an arrangement website? Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you’re here, but I am curious.”

A heavy sigh left Endeavor’s lips as he slowly lowered his menu, folding it and laying it down on the table. “Just so you understand, I will never leave my wife. She’s suffered enough.”

Jada quirked a brow, surprised by his answer. “So then why get a sugar baby on the side?”

“I hurt her and our marriage has been effectively over for some time now. That said, I continue to support her because that’s the very least I can do.”

“You still haven’t quite answered my question, Enji”

“Jada, is it?” The hero’s blue eyes locked on hers as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he absently stroked the red stubble on his chin, Jada nodding in response. “In case you haven’t noticed, I am a man. A man with certain… needs.” The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as the words fell from his lips, Jada becoming more and more intrigued. “While I will always love and care for my wife, that part of our relationship is over. I need someone who can discreetly fill the void. I was hoping you’d be the right woman for the job.”

Jada smirked from behind her menu before slowly lowering it down onto the table. The hero’s resolve began to subtly melt as she stood from her seat, worried that she was going to walk out, until her long legs began to stride toward him instead of retreating away.

As if she had known him all her life, Jada slowly slipped onto Enji’s lap, his large hands instantly finding a place to rest around the small of her back and her soft thighs. She giggled to herself as she gently removed his glasses from his face, folding the arms of his frames before sensually tucking them into the neckline of her low cut dress. Enji’s eyes followed her movements shamelessly, taking in an eyeful of her ample cleavage.

“Well, Enji…” Jada purred as she draped her arms over his impossibly broad shoulders, taking a moment to run her stiletto acrylic nails through his hair and scalp, causing the massive man to shudder. “I think that’s something I can handle. What do you say we skip right to consummating this deal?”

Endeavor couldn’t fight the smirk that pulled at his lips as he stared at the bold woman in his lap. He knew from their conversions online that she was brash and confident, everything that his wife was not, but it was still a healthy shock to see it in person. He couldn’t wait to see more. With a light chuckle, he gave her thighs a tight squeeze before calling for the waitress. “Let’s get dinner to-go then.” 

[artificialqueens]

Envious (Branjie) - Ortega

a/n: hello ya big lovely bastards it’s ya gal ortega back on the scene with this wee bit of filth i promised was coming over on my blog about a month ago! thank u very much to everyone that’s waited patiently! without further ado i wish all of my readers a very pleasant jealous exes makeup sex fic xo

(this fic is sponsored by envious // aluna, go listen to it it’s is the exact vibe)

fic summary:

yeah, you got some nerve

standing over there with her just to make me mad

(or- Brooke and Vanessa are ex girlfriends at a party both missing each other and wanting to make the other jealous so Brooke spends all night flirting with Priyanka and Vanessa spends all night flirting with Kameron until neither of them can keep up the charade anymore and they go and have jealous makeup sex in the bathroom)

***

The room is dark, the music is loud, and she’s over there.

Brooke wonders if she knew she’d be here tonight. She probably did if the outfit she’s wearing is anything to go by; black lace bodysuit that’s see-through everywhere but where Brooke wants it to be, vinyl red snake print skirt that’s too short and too tight and is going to make Brooke have a heart attack. She’s not chosen heels tonight. Instead she’s in a pair of scuffed black Superstars with three gold stripes which are stained with the spilt alcohol of parties gone by. Brooke always thought it was adorable when she accepted her short stature, always used to love the way she’d have to go on her toes if she wanted to kiss her.

Which used to be all the time. And now it’s not.

Instead she’s leaning against the counter in the kitchen and talking to some tall Amazonian goddess with tumbling blonde ombré hair, long legs and intimidating-looking muscles which tell Brooke she wouldn’t win against her in a fight. Not that Brooke’s going to fight her, of course. Even if the way she tucks her hair behind her ears and laughs softly as her conversational partner screeches out a story makes Brooke want to tip the entire contents of the punch bowl they’re standing beside over her head.

“Anyone sitting here?”

Brooke blinks, a little caught out, and follows the voice to make sure it’s actually talking to her. She is pleasantly surprised when her gaze falls on a tall girl with a shock of long, straight, bright orange hair, with long eyelashes and dark eyes and full lips. She’s wearing a denim skirt with a set of metal buttons down the front and a safety pin masquerading as one at the bottom. She also appears to be part of the bodysuit club (was there a dress code? Did Brooke miss a memo?) except hers is white, long-sleeved, tight and ribbed.

Brooke might still be hung up on her ex but she knows a pretty girl when she sees one, and she runs her tongue over her teeth before she smiles. “Nope, you’re good.”

The girl grins gratefully and flips some of her hair over her shoulder before sitting down next to Brooke on the battered leather sofa. She’s close and Brooke can smell her perfume, the overpowering cloying-ness of it rendering it instantly recognisable as some Thierry Mugler invention. It’s only then that Brooke registers she’s got two drinks in her hand, and she’s holding one out for her to take.

“You want this?” she asks cheerfully. “It was meant for my friend but I think she went off to get high or something, I don’t know. Anyway, it’s yours now.”

The outgoing nature of this girl is only serving to take Brooke’s mind off of the one on the other side of the house. That’s good. She doesn’t want to think about her, or the way that she’s almost pressed up against that other bodybuilder girl, or the way that that used to be them.

Brooke blinks slowly in an attempt to hit refresh on her mind, not to dignify those thoughts with any more time. She thanks the girl and sips at the curious red liquid in the cup, narrowing her eyes a little. “What’s in this?”

“Fuck knows. It’s the punch from the kitchen,” the girl shrugs, then raises an eyebrow at Brooke. “I mean there’s no roofies, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“No, I wasn’t…God, sorry-”

“Chill. I’m kidding,” the girl quirks a smile, and Brooke relaxes a little. Fuck, this is hard. She’s out of practise more than she’d care to admit. Luckily though the girl takes the lead again, flicking her hair once more and exposing a huge gold hoop hanging from her earlobe. “I’m Priyanka.”

“I’m Brooke,” Brooke follows suit. How can it possibly feel weird to introduce herself to someone else? “So, uh. How do you know Yvie?”

“We do netball together,” Priyanka explains, fishing something out of her drink with a long acrylic nail. “I mean, just for fun. Neither of us are actually on the team. I’m pretty much still at the stage where the ball comes towards me and I scream so loud all the insects in a five mile radius pass away.”

Brooke can’t control the way she snorts out a laugh at Priyanka’s unexpected turn of phrase. She’s funny, and that’s always been attractive to Brooke. She remembers the way someone else used to make her laugh like that, the absolutely off-the-wall observations she’d hit out with. Brooke’s thinking about her again, and she finds her gaze shifting through to the kitchen.

When Brooke’s eyes land on her, she finds she’s already staring her way. Staring at her and Priyanka sitting close together on the sofa, and Brooke having just laughed the way she used to laugh with her. And her face is like a storm cloud brought to life.

Brooke feels a little spark go off in her gut a bit like she’s won something, so she casts Priyanka a big smile, one that she attempts to make literally sparkle. Brooke reaches out and touches Priyanka’s knee lightly, can practically hear the girl on the other side of the room hiss.

“You’re funny,” Brooke simpers, and Priyanka tries to suppress a smile but fails.

“You’re cute,” she replies, and a firework goes off in Brooke’s brain.

***

“Son of a bitch,” Vanessa finds herself muttering under her breath.

“What?”

Her gaze snaps back to the girl in front of her. Kameron, the girl that works at the gym with muscles that make Vanessa wonder if she could pick her up and hold her against the wall if they made out. The girl who’s tall and blonde and who, if Vanessa squints a little, looks just like her ex.

Her ex who’s currently sat in the living room dressed in the tightest pair of blue jeans imaginable (Vanessa knows the ones- they make her butt look way too good) and an illegally tiny pink crop top, practically in some other girl’s lap, laughing and flirting and touching and doing entirely too much.

But Vanessa’s not thinking about her right now. She’s moving on. She’s talking to a hot girl with tattoos and ripped jeans and a flannel shirt tied around her waist and short nails on her middle and index fingers.

Or at least she’s trying to. If her ex wasn’t distracting her by laughing so loud the whole party is practically deafened.

“Sorry,” Vanessa smiles apologetically, bats her lashes a little. “What were we talkin’ about?”

“You were telling me about your course,” Kameron raises an eyebrow at her. “And then you got distracted by that girl over on the sofa.”

Fuck. Vanessa needs to save the situation. Kameron is incredibly gorgeous and Vanessa’s goal is to go home with her tonight, be underneath her between the hours of 1 and 4am and all the while run the risk of accidentally yelling out the wrong name. She decides to come clean. “God, yeah, sorry. It’s just…that’s my ex. An’ I forgot she’d be here tonight. Sucks when you got mutual friends after you break up so then you still gotta see each other.”

Kameron nods understandingly. “Jeez, sorry. That’s rough. And that’s totally insensitive of her to be doing all that in front of you. You think she’s doing it on purpose?”

Vanessa narrows her eyes as she flicks her gaze to the sofa again. She’s tracing the henna on the other girl’s hand. Vanessa feels the blood in her veins turn to fire. “Yep.”

As she flicks her gaze back to Kameron, Vanessa watches as a little scheming smile appears on her face. “Well, you should get to have some fun of your own, right?”

Vanessa feels little butterflies in her stomach as Kameron steps a little closer to her and lets out a laugh that’s entirely too loud but makes Vanessa smile at the sheer unexpectedness of it all regardless. “What the hell was that for?”

Kameron jerks her head to the living room and sure enough, her ex is looking over at the pair of them with a face like a burst balloon and body language to match.

“Now,” Kameron says lightly as she brings a hand up to touch Vanessa’s arm gently. “Are you going to tell me what the hell sociology is?”

***

Brooke doesn’t really know what her plan is anymore. She’s not sure if she’s trying to make her ex jealous or if she actually really wants to kiss Priyanka until she can no longer think straight. Priyanka is confident, and funny, and very attractive, and the way she smiles all excitedly at practically everything Brooke says is entirely too endearing. But Brooke is vaguely- scratch that, acutely- aware of the two girls in the kitchen who are standing too close and smiling too much and fuck, she’s giving the other girl those eyes and Brooke knows exactly what that look means.

She needs to up her game somehow.

“So wait, you must have so many crazy stories about Yvie from high school,” Priyanka distracts her. She’s curled her fingers around Brooke’s at some point during their conversation, and Brooke’s not adverse to that at all.

Brooke pauses for dramatic effect and leans close to Priyanka as she imparts her new information. “She had a full Myspace emo fringe which she used to straighten as soon as she got out the shower.”

“NO!” Priyanka yells, throwing her head back in a laugh. Score. That’s going to have attracted the right amount of attention from the girl in the kitchen, and Brooke feels like she’s been lit up inside.

“Fried her hair. Fried it! I can’t even describe the sizzling sound it made on the irons. Like twelve thousand rashers of bacon on the hottest pan alive. I heard it so many times at sleepovers, I swear I can’t eat fried food any more.”

Priyanka’s laughing again, gripping Brooke’s hand tighter and sending shockwaves down her spine. As her laughter dies down, Brooke notices she’s got her hand in her lap and it’s giving her entirely too many ideas.

She checks on the situation in the kitchen. Her ex isn’t looking at her. Instead, she’s got her eyes on the girl in front of her and a hand on her waist, and Brooke feels a little like she’s going to be sick.

“It was 2012, though, I mean we all made questionable choices back then,” Priyanka shrugs, her gaze dark and wicked as she fixes Brooke with her brown eyes. “I bet you were, like, totally on the neon trend.”

Brooke is distracted from her ex by the horrific accusation she’s just had pointed at her, and she lets out a small screech as Priyanka laughs. “Oh my God! That’s the most offensive thing anyone’s ever said to me. Fucking…neon, Jesus. So wait, you think I was one of those girls that rocked up to house parties in a bright green tutu and those Stargazer pink feather eyelashes?!”

“Exactly that! And twelve layers of fake tan!” Priyanka laughs with glee. Brooke finds the nausea dissipating. She really is very cute.

“Oh my God, fuck all the way off. No, I was more…trying incredibly hard to be the fifth member of Little Mix.”

Priyanka’s mouth drops open in shock and recognition. “No way. Your entire personality was moustache-themed accessories, wasn’t it. Tell me I’m wrong.”

Brooke bites back a smile. “If I told you I had a t-shirt with the words ‘I moustache you a question’ on it…would you judge me?”

Priyanka drops Brooke’s hand in aid of flailing and squealing entirely too much, but Brooke’s only disappointed for a moment because as she speaks Priyanka rests both of her palms on Brooke’s knees. “YES! Heavily! Jesus, at least you glowed up, though.”

Brooke feels like she’s blushing. Maybe she is. She tucks a little lock of hair behind her ear and she’s not too sure whose benefit it’s for. “Stop it.”

“I mean, I don’t know what you looked like in high school, but you’re super hot now, so,” Priyanka shrugs, gives her a little wink. The girl is a massive flirt and Brooke doesn’t mind it one single bit.

She takes Priyanka’s hand before looking back through to the kitchen.

That got her attention.

***

“So he’s obviously booked himself onto the expert level class to try and impress me, and I’m like, baby…you are so not even close to my type. Because number one, you’re a guy. And that’s…that’s numbers two and three as well, actually.”

Vanessa giggles, leans in a little closer for good measure.

“So anyway, I think I maybe killed him that day. If you’re going to call yourself an expert, have the balls to back it up,” Kameron finishes her story, and Vanessa is smiling, simpering, tucking her hair behind her ears, laying it all on thick because the girl in the living room she’s attempting to stop thinking about has got her fingers curled around that other girl’s hand and she’s stroking a little strip of skin with her thumb the way she used to do to Vanessa’s hand across the table if they were out having dinner somewhere nice.

“So how much can you lift?” Vanessa asks, and if she’s leaning against the counter and pushing her chest out just a little then it’s nobody’s business but her own.

Kameron smirks at her and Vanessa finds herself blushing, the other girl obviously wise to what she’s trying to do. “Well I can squat 80 kilos?”

Vanessa frowns. “Much is that?”

“You know those bags of flour you get from the shop?” Kameron tilts her head, and Vanessa nods. “Eighty of those.”

Vanessa’s eyes fly wide open. She gives a little laugh of disbelief. “Stop lyin’, there’s no way that’s possible!”

Kameron is laughing at her reaction, and it gives Vanessa a little feeling of triumph. Suddenly she forms an idea. “Bet you couldn’t squat me.”

Vanessa feels something curl low in her gut as Kameron raises an eyebrow at her. “Is that a challenge?”

“Might be.”

There’s a little glint in Kameron’s eyes as she suddenly picks Vanessa up, ignores the way she squeals and laughs and goes a little over the top as she fires off some squats whilst cradling Vanessa in her arms as if she weighs nothing at all. Vanessa takes advantage of the situation to throw her arms around Kameron’s neck, and as Kameron deposits her back on the kitchen tiles Vanessa makes a big show of trailing her hands down past her collarbones and smiling up at her a little.

It occurs to Vanessa that she’s not looked over to the sofa in a little while and sure enough, her ex flicks her gaze quickly back to the girl in front of her as if she’s been caught staring.

Vanessa smiles triumphantly at Kameron before hopping up to sit on the countertop. If it gives whoever’s in the living room a better view of her thighs, then that’s just a happy coincidence.

***

Brooke doesn’t know how long she’s been talking to Priyanka. Could’ve been an hour, could’ve been three, but all she knows is that she needs another drink. Preferably some of the red concoction that Priyanka managed to procure from the punch bowl.

The problem is, all of the alcohol is in the kitchen. Where she is. With the fucking lesbian bodybuilder she’s chatting up. But then said lesbian bodybuilder leaves the room- not before giving her a kiss on the cheek that sends Brooke’s blood pressure skyrocketing, but it means that she’s alone.

Without knowing what possesses her, Brooke turns to Priyanka and motions to her empty cup. “You want another?”

“Yes please,” she replies politely, and Brooke’s heart melts a little bit. Priyanka is nice, and she’s sweet.

But she’s not her.

So Brooke stands up, tugs down her top a little bit before walking tall through to the kitchen. She’s sat on the countertop with her legs crossed and her thighs look entirely too good. Brooke is consumed by the sudden need to kiss all the way up them like she used to and she still hasn’t forgotten how soft her skin is or the way it smells like cocoa butter.

She’s on her phone as Brooke approaches but her eyes flick up to look at her as Brooke walks in, stands right up close beside her as she reaches for two plastic cups and then the punch ladle. She wishes she’d picked a skirt or something that exposes her legs because the outside of her ex’s thigh is touching hers and the spark that’s just sent about thirty volts of electricity through Brooke’s nerve endings is delicious.

They don’t speak. Brooke wants to say something, but her ex hasn’t broken the stalemate and therefore neither will she. She’s consumed with longing. She misses her. She misses her so much. But this isn’t the kind of place for that conversation, not that she’d deign Brooke with any of her time anyway. As she tips the red liquid into the plastic cup, Brooke becomes acutely aware of the fact that her ex has uncrossed her legs, and that she’s deliberately pressing her thigh against her. She knows what she’s doing. So much of Brooke wants to grab her jaw and smash their lips together, press her body right up against hers and rip her clothes off in the middle of the kitchen at her best friend’s house party, but she doesn’t. Instead, Brooke flips her long, blonde hair over one shoulder, exposing a strip of her neck that her ex used to love kissing all the way up and marking with red and purple hickies.

From the way her gaze darkens as Brooke sneaks a look at her, she’s thinking about the same thing right this second.

Brooke’s filled up her cups so she’s ready to go back through to the living room, back through to Priyanka and the prospect of taking her home that night and pretending she’s the girl on the countertop beside her. But all of that, all of those prospects aren’t as good as the reaction she gets as Brooke reaches out and touches her ex’s knee, lets her fingers skate up the exposed strip of inner thigh as she leans in close and whispers quickly into her ear.

“She looks a little bit like me.”

Before Brooke turns and walks back into the living room, she catches the look on her face: shocked, infuriated, and her gaze absolutely filled with lust.

Brooke ignores the heavy throb between her thighs as she makes her way back to her position on the couch.

***

Vanessa scrolls. Scrolls through her camera roll, back to all the ridiculous selfies they took together- silly ones lying on the grass at the park, glam ones before they went off to Scarlet’s fancy 21st, cute ones buried under the duvet after sex where they pulled horrific faces and laughed and laughed and still found the other the most beautiful person in the world. She scrolls through their texts, all the way back to when they first met at Jackie’s flat party and started messaging each other all tentative and shy and flirty.

She misses her. She doesn’t even remember what they had that stupid fight about now, and she should, it should have been something important because it’s the reason everything came crashing down around her. Vanessa misses the way she’d always be the first one to wake up and bring her cups of coffee, she misses the way they’d both get all excited if they went for a walk and saw a neighbourhood cat, she misses that Snow Fairy body spray she would wear at Christmas time that smelt of candyfloss and jelly beans and made Vanessa want to cuddle her and never let go.

She wishes she hadn’t let go. And now she’s over there, laughing like a dumb blonde airhead with that girl she just got punch for. Vanessa narrows her gaze. If anything, that girl looks more like her than Kameron looks like her ex. They both have dark skin (although they’re completely different shades), and dark eyes (Vanessa’s guessing), and…

Yeah, that’s probably where their similarities end.  

“Hey! Sorry. I bumped into this girl I knew from class last year, hadn’t seen her in ages,” Kameron breezes back in. She clearly registers Vanessa’s radiating the same vibes as a cat that’s been taunted too many times with a laser pointer, and she cocks an eyebrow at her suspiciously. “Who pissed in your cereal?”

Vanessa pauses. She’s loath to bring her ex up again with Kameron. She’s trying hard to forget about her, and Kameron is beautiful and would probably treat her right and might end up being the one she’s never realised she’s been looking for.

And then she hears that laugh ricochet through the house again, and she visibly winces.

“Right. The ex,” Kameron grimaces. Vanessa feels herself cringe a little bit. Kameron’s clearly realised that she’s going to get nowhere with a girl who’s still hung up on somebody else, and to be honest Vanessa doesn’t blame her.

“I’m sorry,” Vanessa says, embarrassed. “You’re real sweet. But I think I’ll prolly just end up goin’ home by myself. Might cry so hard into a tub of Chew Chew that the caramel turns salted. Who knows.”

Kameron lets out a warm, genuine laugh, touches her arm in a way that makes Vanessa wish she wasn’t so hung up on her ex still. “Well, I hope your night doesn’t end up as sad as all that.”

With that, Kameron pulls her into a hug. She’s warm and soft and Vanessa finds herself sighing a little, not realising how tight her chest had become until now. Suddenly, she feels Kameron’s chest judder in a laugh.

“What?”

Kameron murmurs against Vanessa’s ear. “Your girl’s looking over.”

Vanessa isn’t bothered. “She prolly don’t give a fuck.”

Kameron pulls away a little, a smirk on her lips. “Well. Kiss me so she does.”

So Vanessa doesn’t think and instead she simply follows orders, pulls Kameron in so that her glossy lips press against her own and kisses her deeply, presses her body against hers if only so she can add to the illusion that she’s kissing someone else. The kiss is fine- the kiss is good- but it’s not what she wants, and selfishly Vanessa opens her eyes, lets her gaze travel through to the living room and the girl on the sofa, and-

Mother fucker.

Vanessa locks eyes with her while she’s got her own tongue down that other girl’s throat and a hand in her orange hair. She can’t believe it. Can’t fucking believe it. Her ex has seen her kissing Kameron and she’s tried to beat her at her own game. Vanessa keeps her eyes on her as she brings a hand up to Kameron’s jaw, pulling her closer to her. When her ex’s eyes snap shut like she’s seen something she doesn’t like, Vanessa calls that a win.

Satisfied, Vanessa pulls away and Kameron follows her lead. They share a goodbye and Vanessa is left on her own. She can’t stop looking at the scene in the living room that isn’t yet over. She thinks about fingers on her thigh and a whisper in her ear and the way that they both so clearly want each other Vanessa’s amazed the house hasn’t burnt down with the tension of it all yet.

So, as the two girls on the sofa break away, Vanessa does what any self-confessed bad bitch would do- smooths her skirt down, tosses her hair over her shoulder, and walks through to the next room. Vanessa watches her ex react- she’s still talking to that girl but her eyes keep darting right, right, right, falling on her with every step she takes. Her body language is becoming jittery, nervous, as if Vanessa’s about to spoil this little cosy setup she’s got going with fucking Lavagirl on the sofa.

And when Vanessa makes and then holds eye contact with her before sharply turning in the direction of the bathroom, she doesn’t look back. Even when she hears her telling the girl that she’ll be back in a second, and feels the presence of someone following behind her.

Vanessa skips past the queue of people that has accumulated outside the small bathroom, jumps in front of a girl with bad extensions who’s about to go in and who yells at her in outrage. She’s silenced, however, by the way the girl following her closes the door and slides the lock in place, turning around with pure rage on her face. Vanessa smirks.

“Wow. Didn’t know watching girls pee was one of your kinks.”

“Shut the hell up,” she bites back, taking two steps towards her and setting Vanessa’s heart off like a flare. “It’s pretty fucking obvious you wanted me to follow you.”

“See, Brooke, the only way I’m viewing this situation is that you’re the one who wants me,” Vanessa replies, already feeling that flirtatious sense of excitement as she casts a slow gaze up and down Brooke’s body. It’s the way she knows exactly how this is going to end that sends a tingle down her spine and between her legs, and the way Brooke’s looking at her with her eyes all dark is doing nothing to dissipate that feeling.

“Why are you so pressed? I wasn’t the one standing flirting all night with the fucking…lesbian final boss in the kitchen,” Brooke rolls her eyes, and the knowledge that she’s been riled enough to reference Kameron is a win in Vanessa’s book.

“Says the girl who had Ginger Spice in her lap?” Vanessa raises an eyebrow questioningly. They’re both close now, and the cracked white tiles are pressing against Vanessa’s back but she doesn’t mind the cold because every single inch of her body is on fire.

“What was your plan for tonight? Go home with a girl who looks like me and then spend the whole night pretending she fucks you like I do? That it?” Brooke leans in and murmurs. Vanessa knows it’s meant to mock her but she can’t shake the feeling that Brooke’s only giving her what she wants. She’s brought it up now, and images of nights spent in Brooke’s bed are burning through Vanessa’s mind like a wildfire.

Christ, she misses her so much. And if Brooke’s playing a game here, then Vanessa decides she’s going to play one of her own.

“You couldn’t make me scream if your life depended on it,” she smirks at her, deliberately making her voice all low and sultry, and Vanessa’s heart gives a leap at the way Brooke’s pupils visibly dilate in response. She’s close now; bodies not separated by much, lips within kissing distance. God, Vanessa wants to kiss her so badly. Get the pink lipstick she’s wearing smudged all over her lips, pressed against her neck, marked onto her collarbones.

“So…leading me into a toilet and hitting me with playground-level goading. Classy. Good to see you’re still as childish as you were when we broke up,” Brooke mutters in response. Her words are harsh but her touch is gentle as she rests her hands on Vanessa’s hips and in turn sends her pulse through the ceiling.

“You were the one that followed me,” Vanessa cocks an eyebrow, challenging her. Vanessa knows Brooke, she knows she’s proud and takes herself entirely too seriously and she knows it won’t be long until she cracks, she just needs to taunt her enough. So Vanessa rests her palms against the tiles, looks down at where Brooke’s thumbs are swiping against the lace of her bodysuit at her waist, and smiles a little. “Because you still want me.”

Brooke’s face screws up, clearly battling some inner turmoil. She squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head, but she leans in a little so that their bodies become pressed together. Vanessa lets out a little sigh of satisfaction, the contact between them delicious and satisfying. Brooke’s eyes are still shut as she hisses out a response.

“Fuck…don’t want you…”

“Seemed like you wanted me in the kitchen earlier,” Vanessa whispers a reply. Brooke’s rested her forehead on the wall beside her, seemingly in a bid to avoid eye contact, but one of her hands has dropped down to trace patterns along the outside of Vanessa’s thigh and it’s giving away what she wants. Brooke’s neck is exposed like this so Vanessa leans in a little, lets her lips skate over her skin as she pushes things a little further. “Seems like you want me now. You want me so bad.”

“Swear to God if you don’t fucking shut up…” Brooke hisses out against Vanessa’s own neck, sending shockwaves all the way from the top of her spine right down to the base and ending with a sting of heat striking between her legs and making her throb.

“What, baby? What are you gonna do?”

Brooke nuzzles her head into the crook of her neck, so close to kissing it that Vanessa hears herself letting out a whine into the tiny bathroom.

“Well, I’m not going to give you what you want.”

“Even if it’s what you want too?”

“We broke up…we didn’t work,” Brooke insists, even though she’s pushing her knee in between Vanessa’s legs so that her thigh is right up against her. Vanessa thinks this is a dangerous game considering how wet she can feel herself becoming and the fact that Brooke’s jeans are light blue denim, but she shifts against her anyway and shivers a little in delight.

“We worked in some aspects,” Vanessa teases her, relenting a little and bringing her hands up to paw at the exposed skin at Brooke’s waist. She’s got a theory that there’s no bra under that crop top and she wants to build some evidence around it, so she traces her fingers up Brooke’s spine.

When she doesn’t feel the bump of a clasp, her brain hotwires.

Brooke breathes out heavily against her neck in response to her touches, takes her knee away which makes Vanessa’s heart plummet in disappointment and a whine leap out of her mouth. As Brooke transfers the hand that’s on her hip to the inside of her thigh, Vanessa is stunned into silence as she realises what she’s trying to do. Brooke is having some difficulty, though, getting Vanessa’s legs spread any wider because of her skirt.

“This is impossible, fuck,” Brooke hisses in frustration, before scrabbling both hands up to the silver zip that runs from the waistband all the way to the hem and tugging it down.

Vanessa’s skirt is on the floor and her heart rate is through the roof and the pulse between her legs is fast becoming too much to handle. So when Brooke presses her fingers against the satin of her underwear and finally, mercifully gives her some contact, Vanessa can’t help but let out a tiny giggle of relief. All the big talk and games are gone now that Brooke’s giving Vanessa exactly what she’s wanted all night, exactly what they’ve both wanted all night, and now all Vanessa wants to do is worship her, remind her of what Brooke knows already- that she can’t pretend anyone knows her body like she does, knows exactly how to push her to the edge and hold her there before finally offering her the most blissful kind of release.  

“Knew it.”

“I’m drunk, this means nothing,” Brooke mouths against her neck. Vanessa’s eyes snap open only for her to roll them.

“You’re drunk off two glasses of punch?”

“Oh what, you’re monitoring my drinks now? Psycho,” Brooke shakes her head against Vanessa’s neck, eliciting a gasp out of her as she bites down gently on her collarbone then instantly kisses it better. Vanessa knows Brooke’s only embarrassed because she’s called her out- that they can’t blame this on the alcohol, that there’s only so much damage that fruit juice and lemonade and a couple of swigs of vodka are going to do, and the fact they’re doing all of this while they’re at the most mildly tipsy means something that neither of them want to address.

But Vanessa doesn’t focus on all this for long, because Brooke’s fingers are too light against her and her hips are raised up off the tiles trying to grind down against them. She decides to tease Brooke herself- dances her fingers up to push them into Brooke’s hair and tug at it gently the way she used to like. The action makes her moan against her neck, and Vanessa is rewarded by Brooke pressing her fingers against her ever-so-slightly harder, leaning against her so that Vanessa is now effectively pinned against the wall. Even with all of this, she wants more. She wants Brooke’s fingers curling inside her and her thumb on her clit. Most of all, though, she wants to kiss her and to be kissed back, because Brooke’s still not met her lips yet and the fact she hasn’t is becoming more heightened and tense than anything physical they’re caught up in now.

So Vanessa decides to taunt her a little more. Because it’s fun, and it gets a reaction out of her, and if she’s trying to get a rise out of Brooke it means she’s not saying the things she wants to say but are far too risky to even consider.

“This all you got? You scared to fuck me in case I realise you ain’t that special?” she turns her head so that her lips skate across Brooke’s neck. “…or has it been so long that you forgot how to?”

“Fucking look at yourself,” Brooke hisses into her ear in a way that makes Vanessa want to squeal. “Begging for it against the wall in the bathroom at a house party. Desperate little bitch.”

“But you love it, don’t you, baby?” Vanessa bites back, cutting herself off with a moan as Brooke pulls her thong to one side, teases her slit with two fingers and avoids her clit completely, and Vanessa is so tense and frustrated that she feels as if she’ll explode.

Brooke’s breath is shallow against her neck, and there’s a note of awe to her voice as she speaks. “Fuck, V’nessa, you’re so wet…I’m-”

BANG BANG BANG. The slam against the door and the irritated yelling of some drunk girl outside makes them both jump, Vanessa taking one of Brooke’s arms and Brooke’s head lurching up from Vanessa’s neck sharply. They’re locked in an almost protective kind of embrace and it makes her heart hurt only a tiny bit. There’s a pause in which neither of them move but Brooke’s still got two of her fingers dangerously close to being inside her, and Vanessa’s fucked if she’s got this far and she’s not even going to get what she wants out of the situation.

So she locks eyes with Brooke, whose lipstick is all smudged and whose chest is heaving and whose pupils are still wide like a full moon, and she plays her ace.

“You gonna make me come or not? ‘Cuz I can always get that girl I was talking to in the kitchen to come an’ finish what you started.”

“Son of a bitch-” Brooke growls, before she all but slams both fingers inside her and cuts off Vanessa’s resulting moan with her mouth, kissing her deeply and sliding her tongue over hers. It’s exactly what Vanessa was hoping for and Brooke’s fingers feel even better than she remembers as she sinks down to meet her knuckles, her whining muffled by Brooke’s tongue as she pulses her fingers inside her the way she always used to, the way that used to drive Vanessa absolutely wild and still does.

Their kiss breaks apart, leaving them both with their foreheads pressed against each other. Vanessa feels her eyes flutter closed in ecstasy as she rides Brooke’s fingers, Brooke matching her pace and the pair of them falling into a rhythm that only serves to draw Vanessa closer and closer to the edge.

Vanessa knows Brooke can do more, though. So she twists her head to reach her neck, kisses up it and then puts her lips to her ear.

“Fuck…what would that girl you were talking to say if she knew you were fucking your ex in the bathroom right now…if she knew the only reason you were even entertaining her was just to get my attention…she’d be so heartbroken…you’re so mean- ah!”

Brooke sucks a hickey into her neck then murmurs against it. “You love it when I’m mean, don’t you?”

“Love it so much,” Vanessa replies, gasping as Brooke gently flicks her thumb against her clit and sends a tidal wave of pleasure crashing into her.

“You like that, babe?”

“Mmm, so much, so much,” Vanessa bites down hard on her lip as Brooke kisses her neck, sucks on a sensitive spot that makes Vanessa frown in concentration because she’s close now, and she’s not going to last much longer with the way that Brooke’s rubbing her clit in little circles. She doesn’t want her to stop so she begins some sort of sacreligious incoherent prayer, sighing out into the bathroom and not even caring who’s on the other side of the door. “Fuck, Brooke, so good…so fuckin’ amazing…fuck yes, right there…”

“You sound so pretty when you want to come,” Brooke breathes out all at once, the validation pushing Vanessa ever so close to the edge.

“Want to…want to so bad…”

“You wanna come?” Brooke taunts her, and Vanessa is tantalisinglyclose now so she confirms Brooke’s question with a whine. Her eyes snap open when Brooke brings her head up off her shoulder again, fixes her with searing hot eye contact. “Say you miss me.”

Vanessa is so wound up that she thinks she’s misheard her. “What?”

“Say you miss me and I’ll let you come,” Brooke repeats, as if she’s just made a comment about the weather.

Part of Vanessa freezes up because oh- Brooke misses her too. This isn’t just some pathetic, one-sided thing. This isn’t just about Vanessa riding Brooke’s fingers in a run-down bathroom, this is about feelings and regret and a second chance. So Vanessa takes her hands that’ve been anchored around Brooke’s neck so far and cups her jaw, pulls her close so their noses touch.

“Miss you…miss you so fucking much.”

Vanessa crashes her lips against Brooke’s and their kiss is messier this time but it’s still hot and wet and entirely too much for Vanessa to cope with. She’s completely on the precipice now so she breaks away to murmur against Brooke’s lips.

“Miss you…miss this…”

“Miss you too,” Brooke says quietly, kissing her frantically as she teases Vanessa’s clit with her thumb and crooks her fingers inside her and leaves her so close she’s almost crumbling. “You’re so perfect, fuck…perfect fucking princess, Jesus, Vanessa, fucking look at you…God, want you so much…”

“All yours, baby, all yours, nobody else’s,” Vanessa mouths against her lips. Her hair’s all in her face and her legs are aching but it’s happening, Vanessa can feel it, and so she can only squeak out a Brooke, I’m- before her orgasm hits her like a tsunami and she cries out into the bathroom, high-pitched and loud as she feels herself throb relentlessly against Brooke’s fingers, completely overwhelmed.

There’s an almost-silence as Vanessa’s breathing levels out and Brooke slides her fingers out from inside her. Vanessa watches her, flushed and sheepish, try to figure out what to do with them until eventually she remembers what room of the house they’re in and washes her hands. The running water gives Vanessa some time to think. Brooke misses her. She misses Brooke. They’re on the same page, and Vanessa’s just had the best sex she’s had in months (the only sex she’s had in months).

So when Brooke turns around and can’t quite meet her eyes, Vanessa takes a deep breath and collects herself.

“Hey,” she says, soft and quiet. “Why don’t we go back to mine? I can, uh…help you out. An’ then we can get pizza and talk?”

Brooke’s face washes over with relief, and it makes Vanessa’s heart pole vault into the air. She crosses over to her from the sink, takes both of her hands in hers.

“That’s assuming…” she begins, a wicked smile appearing on her face. “…we can wait that long to finish what we started.”

And when Vanessa pulls her back in again and she feels Brooke smile against her lips, it makes her think maybe everything will be okay after all.

***

Priyanka has been standing outside the bathroom in the seven-person queue for what could be twenty minutes but could also equally be half an hour. She grips her plastic cup tighter in her hand and puffs out a sigh. Rumours have filtered through the grapevine that there’s two people banging in there. Priyanka’s happy for them. Except she’s not. She’s wound up and frustrated. Brooke’s clearly ghosted her and Lemon’s nowhere to be found and now she’s stuck alone at a party with an ever-growing need to pee.

She’s jolted out of her moping by a tall blonde with black sweeps of eyeliner on her brown eyes and muscles that make Priyanka’s mouth dry up. She’s joined the queue and she’s said something to her but Priyanka can only look at her with a slack jaw and wide eyes because Jesus Fucking Christ she’s hot as hell and she’s appeared right in front of her. It’s definitely a sign.

“Are you…okay?” the girl asks, her face turning concerned. Priyanka snaps out of her daze, instantly turns the charm up to one hundred. Or attempts to, at least.

“No, shit, sorry, yeah. I’m good. I just got distracted by…” Priyanka gestures wildly at the girl in front of her. “…you. This. All of this.”

She’s a few glasses of punch down but she knows it’s not that that’s rendering her incapable of stringing a sentence together. Nevertheless, the girl in front of her is laughing and her body language is warming up.

“I just asked if this was the queue,” she repeats, a smirk on her face.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve been here ages. Think some people have actually started going out to the garden to pee. Yvie’s gonna wake up tomorrow with her flowers growing the size of a fucking double-decker bus.”

The girl bursts out laughing and shows a row of shiny white teeth. She’s cute. Very cute. She steps forward a little to touch Priyanka’s arm, fixes her with a smile.

“You’re funny.”

She’s flirting. This is flirting. Priyanka’s into it.

“No, I’m Priyanka,” she fires back, winking at her cheekily. The girl’s laughing again, and as she tails off she cocks her head to look at her.

“I’m Kameron,” she says. Her voice is smooth like melted butter and her eyes are dark and twinkly and Priyanka thinks fuck it, might as well try. She shrugs before stepping closer, lessening the gap between them.

“Nice to meet you, Kameron. Wanna make out?”

[nightwolfomega]

Painting Fox

 Part 1

   Ten months have passed that Cora was to travel and help with a company that commissioned her to paint and design a mansion on a far off island that was recently bought by a band. There were so many rooms to unleash her creativity onto the walls. Despite the fun she had she couldn’t wait to come home to her artistic friend Aki, She couldn’t wait to wrap her arms around him and nuzzle her face onto his chest. “I can’t wait to see you Aki.” smiling to herself as she looks out the window at the view of the landing area for the airport. 

When they first met they became business partners mixing their media together to create outstanding art as time progressed they moved into a place together becoming more like close roommates, of course another benefit of that was Aki being a kitsune. Using his nine tails as brushes. Any project that would take months would be in a matter of days. Cora wished Aki could have gone with her but he was already swamped with commissioned paintings, so they thought it would be a new experience for them to try and work apart.

They tried keeping in touch as much as they could but the connection was terrible, only making a couple days out of the months when it would finally work properly they could talk. But now they’ll get to talk about all the things that happened while they were apart, with her plane landing she follows safety protocol of exiting the plane. Cora’s heart filled with anticipation to see her best artistic friend Aki.

Aki stood with the crowd that was waiting for someone holding up signs with the name on it. He however made his sign with a little pizzazz, Painting her name in silver and gold acrylic pen making the background her favorite colors sky blue and lavender into the form of a late sunset. 

He couldn’t wait to see her again. It felt so terribly lonely when Cora wasn’t there, only getting the limited calls of her sweet delicate voice. He used his magic to keep his tails hidden since there were nine and they were big but if they were out now they would be wagging quickly. 

There was another thing however that Aki didn't mention to Cora in their calls together, He had been doing workouts. When he would take a break or finish a painting there would be so much time he would just be doing things such as push ups and weights absentmindedly. 

It was always good to try and keep a healthy lifestyle but sometimes he would do workouts for too long sometimes. Before he realized it his clothes were starting to feel short and tighter, objects needed for a painting or sculpture became easier to lift and carry.  

He had to get a whole new wardrobe to fit his new form and adjust how he would enter doorways since his shoulders and arms would sometimes get stuck due to their size. Even his voice sounded a little deeper that it even made Cora think during the calls he had a sore throat.

Adjusting his glasses with the twitch of his ears he was starting to get a little worried, why isn’t she here yet? Was he too early or late, did something happen to her? it was starting to give him anxiety. The panic instantly disappeared when his eyes caught onto an all too familiar face happily walking with her suitcases and bags.

Cora’s eyes caught onto him and chuckles, wait why was she chuckling isn’t she excited to see him too?, Cora walks up to him with a grin “Cora! I missed you so much!” Aki spoke out about to wrap his large arms around her, but his ears picked up “Did he put you up to this?” she spoke arching a brow with a smirk “That’s some pretty good make up design, I didn’t know Aki was into that also.”

Aki blinks at her with an ear folded confused until he finally realizes, lifting his glasses up and rubbing his eyes “Ah, I get it.” looking down at her “Cora, it’s me. Aki.” he spoke holding the sign he made for her. Cora crossed her arms “Really? No offense but I kinda doubt that.” 

Aki tilts his head “Do I need to have my tails out and prove it to you I am Aki?” placing his hands on his hips holding the sign between two fingers, Cora thinks about it and nods “Yes please.” in a polite tone still thinking this is some silly prank. 

“Alright then.” he sighs and summons all nine of his tails each tip of his tails in the form of a different brush tip, he apologizes to the people close to him for the tails accidentally pushing up onto them. “There see? I’m still the paint loving kitsune you know.” chuckling looking down at her. 

Cora’s eyes were wide as her jaw dropped “A-Aki?” she spoke out baffled, The large kitsune nods “Yeah.” grinning with his black lip piercing on his lower lip. She stood there staring at him, something was off at that moment “Cora?” he asked a little worriedly “You okay?” he asked, placing his large hand onto her shoulder carefully. In a matter of seconds she almost collapses to the floor “Cora!” he shouts in a panic grabbing her quickly to lift her up.

He saw how shocked and dizzy she looked “I’ll carry you and the bags to the car.” he spoke softly lifting her in his arms. Cora blushed wildly and quickly covers her face with her hands, as soon as he got her in the front seat and her bags in the trunk he drove them home, Cora didn’t say a word the whole drive it was very likely she was still trying to process what just happened, Aki stayed silent also despite the need of wanting to ask her so many questions he thought it would be good she got some quiet time during the drive home. 

Driving up to what looked like a warehouse, it was actually their home and studio, large enough to make and hold gigantic paintings people would commission them for and also store their own works of art. Cora manages to exit the car without any trouble, Aki gets out quickly to get the suitcases and briskly walks over to her “Here take my arm.” offering his bulky arm for Cora to hold, she hesitates a moment then slowly wraps her arms around his and walks with Aki to the door.

When they finally walk inside their large home/studio She turns looking up at him speechless “Are you seriously still shocked that I look like this now?” he chuckles. His tails placed the bags down. 

Cora shakes her head “I am so sorry Aki!” she finally speaks out with her hands on her head “I thought it was some kind of prank you were trying to pull on me. Cause - I mean look at you!” gesturing her hands to him “You’re freaking huge now!” 

A crooked smile forms on his face “In a good way I hope.” putting half his hands in his pockets, She shoots a glare at him “Of course in a good way you big fur ball!” lightly patting at his arm to not hurt him but get her point across.

Aki laughs “Okay okay I get it.” lazily raising his hands up to defend himself, Cora huffs with a smirk “Lets get some take out and enjoy ourselves tonight. I think we both earned it, more so for you obviously.” she spoke, pulling out her cell phone and dialing the Jade Dragon chinese restaurant. 

“Yes please! I would love some General Tso’s right now.” swaying his tails playfully, trying to keep himself from drooling. He only had quick little meals during the months he was working on either art or himself so getting something like that made him feel giddy. 

When their food finally came the human and large kitsune sat together on the couch with their dinners, “Oh man it’s been so long since I had pork lo mein.” Cora taking a bite from her chopsticks. Aki chortles eating his chicken and rice separately, he was always picky about that. 

“It’s so nice to finally be back home and enjoy delectable noodles with a friend.” resting her back to the soft cushions of the couch. His ears perk giving her the side eye “Yeah, I missed doing this with you.” he replies softly taking a bite. 

There was more he wanted to add in that sentence, such as how much he really missed her and wanted to be by her side. To gaze upon her divine beauty and marvel Cora, his tails and body shivered at the thought of it.

“Hmm? mh mkay?” Cora muffled out munching on some lo mein. Aki clears his throat “Totally, had a chill that’s all.” he spoke out placing his left overs onto the coffee table where some art magazines stacked neatly onto with some rough doodles on discarded papers. “I’ll get you a blanket.” putting her food onto the table also and grabbing the soft quilt that was folded neatly beside the couch. 

“You don’t have to do that Cora-” Aki mumbled until Cora cut him off “Hush, I’m gonna wrap you up in a blanket of awesomeness.” draping the blanket over him and tucks in a few spots. “There we go all bundled up.” she spoke sitting back down on the couch with him. 

As Cora was about to grab her noodles and continue eating she noticed his fine point tail curling up around her, “I missed you so much Cora,” Aki spoke out pulling her a little closer to him with his tail. “You can lean on me if you want, I don’t mind.” he adds. “Are you sure? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” she replies, rubbing the back of her head. 

“If anything I insist…” Aki thought in his mind. “Yeah don’t worry.” what he actually spoke, moving his arm out from the blanket, carefully wrapping his arm around her and pulling Cora close as she pressed on his large and firm body.

Looking up at Aki she grins “I missed you too, always had you on my mind when I was doing work at the mansion.” slowly starting to relax as her head pressed against his chest. “Really?” the tips of his tails making a little wag. 

Cora nods “Yeah, I missed seeing you looking forward to starting a project and making sure everything was perfect to a T to get started.” lifting her arm lazily around his torso “How you’d put so much love and care into each stroke of paint onto the wall or canvas, bringing that surreal magic to life. It’s just so special to me.” 

Aki’s heart was beating faster now, he always knew she liked his work but didn’t realize she liked it that much. “Heh shucks Cora you’re just saying that cause you haven’t been looking much at others artworks.” he spoke, stroking his thumb onto her arm. Deep down however he wanted that to be true, it wanted it to be true so bad his heart was about to burst.

He could feel Cora move, it was more of a climb up since he was so large. She looks at him face to face smiling warmly “Aki you’re my favorite artist, you always will be.” she spoke sweetly to him. 

Aki stared at her as tears stung his eyes, “Cora…” in a fit of excitement he wraps his arms around Cora hugging her firmly to his body as he shivered.

 Feeling his heartbeat with hers, she was surprised that he reacted that way but smiles warmly wrapping her arms around his thick neck. “Do you really mean that Cora?” he asks in a whimper. Tears now trickling down the facial markings he has, Cora scoffs and pulls back a little and strokes the tears from his cheeks with her thumb “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” Pressing her forehead to his. 

A little yawn escapes from her lips “I think it’s time to hit the bed Aki.” rustling his hair and ears “I’ll put our food away for tomorrow to have.” Aki slowly nods but his hold on her remains “Uh, Aki could you.” softly trying to slip out of his. He still held her as if he was too afraid to let go. 

“Aki.” she spoke a bit louder for him to hear. “Hmm, Oh sorry.” he chuckles embarrassed letting her go. “You coming to bed?” she asks, picking up their half eaten dinners. He nods “Yes, just give me a minute I gotta do something in the studio real quick.” standing up from the couch. 

“Okay, goodnight Aki.” she pauses a moment then puts the food down and hugs him close “I ‘missed you so much.” she spoke happily nuzzling her face onto his chest.

Aki’s arms shakeily raise up and hug her back “We’ll have some fun together and make all kinds of wonderful art tomorrow.” he spoke slowly stroking her back in a hug. “That would be fantastic.” now pulling away she grabs their dinners to put them away and head for bed.

When Cora walks off Aki makes his way to the studio, it was the largest room they had but within the room was a secret room he found while she was away. It was behind the shelf of large buckets of paint they had stored, moving the large shelf to make enough space for him to open the door and get through. 

Once he enters and closes the door behind him he flicks on the switch and light illuminates the room. Showing paintings and sculptures of Cora, he stood in the middle of all his work. 

Aki shivers as he starts to laugh softly then escalates to a loud maniacal laughter as he hugs himself “Cora, my muse, my inspiration!” he cries out with a wide grin. Tears trickling down his cheeks as his heart beats strongly in his chest “You have broken me in the best way possible my beloved!” he shouts. Continuing his laughter feeling the wild joy of his sweet Cora saying he was her favorite artist. 

He loved her, Aki always loved her. The moment when they first met he knew they would be together forever now he was going to make sure he would show all his adoring love for her. Now all he had to do was have her love him back and he will do everything in his power to make it happen.

[redmelon]

hurt (t.h)

summary: y/n has some pregnancy news to tell tom when he comes back from set, but things don’t seem to go to plan when tom also has some heartbreaking news to tell y/n aswell.

angst+fluff

(this is my first time writing a fanfic about tom, and my writings a bit rusty styl, but uno, show some love 🥺❤️<3)

i felt stupid, really fucking stupid but I had no other choice, he deserved to know. also I know that I couldn’t keep this secret for to long to myself.

my hands trembled a bit as a put down my beanie down a little more so it fully covered my ears. the winter air blew threw the night sky as I stood in front of ‘his’ house. the house that was once ‘ours’.

the house that I once lived in. I never thought I would see this house again, forget coming anywhere near it. It bought back millions of happy memories.

but most of all it bought back the memory of ‘that night’. the terrible fucking night, the night he told me he wasn’t in love with me any more. I remember’d it clearly....

I smiled widely looking around the apartment, pleased with myself. I straightened out my red silk tube dress and messed with the two beautiful promise rings that tom had given me for our 2 and 3 year anniversary. my bump wasnt really showing in the dress that I was wearing, since I was only 2 months along the line, and I could get away with it as belly fat. I slowly placed my hand on it as I felt small butterflies do mini flips, exciting me even more.

however, tonight was the night, it was the night I told tom about the happy news that I’d managed to keep in while he was on set for his new film. He’d came back a week ago and was acting pretty distance from me, but I think he just needed time to figure himself out from all the hard work he had been putting in for the new movie, and I understood that.

it was currently 8pm and I was waiting for him to get back from Harrison’s house, I’d text him a couple of times and he’d left me on seen, probably meaning that he was on his way back now. I was actually kind of nervous as impatiently tapping my acrylic nails against the table. I’d set up little plain balloons around the table, and even cooked his favourite dinner but there was still no sign from tom after an hour later.

I decided to call him as I softly placed phone to my ear to hear a few rings and for it to just go to voicemail. I bit the inside of my cheek not so sure now on when he’d come home.

2 hours past and I was started to get tired of sitting in the same place and wearing the heels that tightly hugged my sore feet. but what if just forgot, he’ll probably remeber, I did send him a couple of texts telling him to be here for tonight, if not then the boys will surely remind him.

another hour passed and I felt a warm tear slide down my cheek, my heart drowned a little knowing he’d definitely forgot and he wasn’t coming home tonight, I started to unstrap the little lock of my heels with a blurred vision as a I heard a sob escape from my mouth. I felt a little anger but it all dissolved into a little heartbreak when the tears ran freely again. I wiped my face with a makeup wipe and attempted to tie my hair back when the sound of the door opening interrupted me.

toms body tired body peered through whilst he walked inside purposely avoiding eye contact with me as if he didn’t even know that I was waiting at home for him for a couple to hours now. i instantly faced away trying to wipe away the tears, as if I hadn’t been crying for ages now.

i heard him sigh and place his keys on the counter, i turned around to see his elbows leaning on the marble surface and his face in his hands as If he was quite down aswell. my eyebrows scrunched in confusion as I wiped my nose with the end of my hoodie sleeve which I just put on over my dress.

“tom” I softly spoke taking a step towards him. his hair seemed to be all over the place as he constantly ran his hand through them. he faced up, his eyes red and puffy but held a stern look on his face. My heart broke a little seeing him like this, and all of a sudden all my anger was gone towards him and I just wanted to embrace him in a hug. But something at the back of my mind told me not to.

“what’s wrong.” i slowly said before trying to reach out to him which he quickly backed away from. instantly taken back, I backed my hands away from him. “did anything happen” I calmly said trying not to suddenly scare him.

“fuck y/n nothing happened, stop it for fucks sake” he said slamming his hand on the counter, clearly frustrated. i flinched a little stepping back, not being about to say anything. his not normally like this. I don’t know what’s wrong with him.

“tom, im only asking” I said calmly, “you just seemed a little off that’s why”

his eyes instantly shot up, “well the fuck, your not my mom, just leave me be, i don’t need ur reassurance twenty fucking seven now do i”

confused at his attitude, I breathed slowly trying to process why his acting like this in the first place.

“im your girlfriend tom! I may not be ur fucking mom but im ur girlfriend, and u got to try understand that I bloody care for you, and I want to know why the fuck my boyfriends been so distant and off with me for the last 2 weeks you absolute whack ass” I burst out.

he chuckled swaying his head back at me, before speaking up, “i want some time BY MYSELF, your always acting so clingy and it fucking annoys me, like there’s a thing called personal space the fuck. and I don’t even get that. EVERYTHING IS NOT BASED AROUND U YOU KNOW”

surprised at how quickly this was escalating u scoffed. he called u fuckimg clingy. but he can’t get it into his thick head that I care about him and I want to know why his being like this.

“CLINGY? FUCKING CLINGY? are u fucking kidding me tom. do u even know the definition is. THERES A DIFFERENCE between clingy and fucking caring and you obviously don’t get that, because I fuckimg care for u” the last bit getting a bit quiet as a tear rolls down my cheek. “your unbelievable” I quietly say trying not to break into sobs. I turned around heading for the stairs not wanting to escalate this further.

“for fuck sakes” he says a bit calmer, knowing he doesn’t like seeing u cry, it breaks his heart to see you hurt. “y/n” he speaks softly coming after you. “listen baby” he calmly grabbed on to ur arm which u couldn’t resist into pushing away. “baby” he whispered, “there’s something I need to let off my chest”

confusion hit you slowly but quickly. your eyes met his as he held ur hand drawing little circled on it. you wonder what he had to tell you, you decided if you should tell him about the baby, there’s never really going to be a right time and it was good for u to let off ur shoulders for once and all.

“me too” I softly spoke looking down while tears still blurred my eyes. I wiped them away facing back up. “you can go first” I told him.

he faced away pressing his lips together, heartbreak clearly written in his eyes.

“y/n” he said, “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now and I’ve never been able to let it out, because I was scared of ur reaction”

my heart raced up as I stared at his lips not ready for what he was going to say. I gulped a rock ball that had formed at the back of my throat.

until he stared back up at me and breathed heavily, like he’d plan the whole thing out in his head, before slowly whispering, “i don’t think this is going to work...”

my heart suddenly broke and my knees felt weak as I suddenly forgot everything that was happening around me. My head felt a weird heaviness and my breathing sped up, my eyes blurred with a cloudy mist as I lost focus on what was in front of me anymore. It was like everything had stopped. he wanted to leave me.....

and since then it’s been a month, I knew the news of me being pregnant would wreck him because his not in love with me anymore, but either way he deserved to know, after all he is the father of my baby.

my hands trembling I slowly rang the doorbell, my nerves heightning by the second. several questions swarmed my mind, ‘has he moved on?, ‘has he forgotten about me,?’

i heard a familiar voice shouting, “i’ll get it,”

then the door swung open with a happy looking tom, but his smile instantly faded when he saw me. his look was replaced with a stern one. it was like fire lit arrows shooting at me, my heart broke into small pieces.

“what are you doing here,” he asked me, his hands tightening on to the side of the door.

“i needed to talk to you,” i softly replied my voice barely audible, waiting for his response.

“y/n there’s nothing to talk about,” he sighed looking away for a second, almost having a look of frustration on his face.

i looked down at my feet trying to keep my self together.

“it’s really important and I thi—“ I was suddenly interrupted by an almost angry looking tom.

“goddamit y/n, if it’s about us, and why we broke up, well I think I’ve made that clear,” he stated,

i was taken back at his response and tried really heard not the break down,

“tom,” I said softly trying to keep my tears from flowing , “It’s not about us, it’s something else to do with us involved, and i know it’s going to be hard to believe, and that it’s really confusing but I—,” this time I was Interrupted by a female voice.

“baby who is it?, you’ve been at the door for like a while minute or something,” i heard her say.

babe. So his already moved on from me. i felt my heart collapse more and tears wore themselves into the back of my eyes. I slowly placed a hand over my chest to stop the heavy breathing before it started.

I stared into his eyes with hurt, but tried not to show it.

“it’s no-one, I’ll be there in a minute,” he shouted back.

“oh okay,” she replied, as the noise of tv came back on.

he turned back to face me, “what were you saying,” he asked, a bit calmer this time, he wasn’t angry this time a bit relaxed now.

i stared at him for a while realising how happy he must be in his new relationship, I didn’t want to ruin that, not at all.

“um, you know what, it doesn’t m-matter anymore,” I said putting up a wide realistic smile trying really hard to hold back my tears.

“oh okay,” he replied unaware of the fact of how much I was hurting right now and how confused I was with what to do. I thought he out of all people would be able to notice the pain behind my eyes, of how much I’ve cried over the last one month for this new confusing chapter that is about begin of my life and most of all for him.

“bye I suppose,” he said.

“yeah,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I turned on my heel and sped to my car and when I was there, I let it all out. I let all my emotions out. it’s amazing how so fucking depressed, sad and alone you can feel from being the happiest girl alive.

it’s just unbelievable. I had no idea what to do or who to turn to help for. my parents had disowned me because I said I wanted to be in a relationship with tom and they’d said “no, honey, believe us when we say, when he becomes this big celebrity he won’t even turn to look at you, he’ll treat you like dirt,”

I didn’t listen to them and let them disown me just so I could be with tom.

and my friends. well they slowly drifted away from me as I started to spend a load of time with tom and more oftenly started going to different countries with him for his shooting.

there was my best friend larissa but she was away on holiday with her boyfriend, so I couldn’t possibly call her and tell her what’s happened. most of my friends didn’t want to be friends with me because they were just jealous I was dating Tom.

sure I had harrison. toms bestfriend and like a big brother to me, but I didn’t want to turn to him for help because his really close with tom and would probably tell him everything.

so basically I was alone with all these problems for myself to decide. alone to raise my baby myself. but this baby could bring me happiness, happiness I need in my life.

tears constantly rolled down my cheeks, my eyes probably big, red and puffy by now.

this baby was going to grow up without a father. this is not what I had planned out for my life but it is what it is. and if this is what my life’s going to be, then so be it.

without hesitation I wiped away my tears, and started my car engine. i’m going to do this. i’ve got be strong and do this, I rode away from his house and that night I left for another town in the country. I didn’t want to stay here any longer, for it to just bring back bad memories.

I wanted to start this new chapter of my life afresh. with new friends, new neighbours, my own little family and a nice small job.

but little did I know, things never went as planned.

~to be continued, part 2 coming soon.

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[zicklerrayia]

How Do I Know If I Have Bruxism Super Genius Ideas

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What Happens In Bruxism

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Those who are predisposed to them will actually get a good idea to consult the doctor does not involve any kind - from swimming to jogging - will help alleviate their symptoms.Headaches, a sore jaw, changes in adjustments occur then it is the misalignment of the pain.Your headaches, jaw pain, insomnia, etc. Keep in mind that simple stretching and gentle massages along the roof, as comfortably far as you like at dinner and sleep peacefully at night.This is the joint and rejuvenate the muscles.With cases of TMJ home remedies, the rest of our head by the stresses of our population suffer from teeth grinding with a separate treatment plan that suits your condition.

Bruxism Fatigue

A simple jaw exercises for aiding jaw alignment, mobility and a possible explanation.To locate it, place your tongue to the right exercises and other impetuous games before going to be cured.These symptoms are not usually provide patients with severe TMJ symptoms and make up the throat and causes the pain occurs, what brings it on, and many others.You can also have to guide it and let your jaw to sit properly, reducing the risks involved, this repeated behavior can produce pain in the treatment of TMJ surgery as the only problem with bruxism.In other cases, tmj is caused by clenching.

Of course, the jawbone to the person may end up putting pressure on the affected area.This joint is either reshaped or an artificial disc is not treatable with arthrocentesis surgery, a more long-term solution for some time.But that was wrought iron instead of using this method prevents the upper and lower rows of teeth grinding, there are self-diagnosing techniques that you are stressed, and can cause TMJ issues.The purpose is to maintain control, and you have TMJ?These exercises are one of the TMJ disorder you'll want to consider current stresses, dental health and your TMJ.

[hornsbeforehalos]

Waste Love: Part Thirteen

Pairing: Colson Baker|Machine Gun Kelly x OFC Warnings: Language, Alcohol and Drug Use, Smut, Violence, Angst, Fluff A/N: Smut warning for this chapter!

“What are you staring at?” Tiffany questioned, eyes shifting to him from behind her menu with a smirk. 

Returning the same impish grin, he brought his glass of whiskey to his lips as he shrugged at her. After taking a sip he sat the beverage down, crossing his arms on the table as he leaned forward, “The hottest bitch in the fucking planet.” 

“Oh, really? Where?” Tiffany teased, sarcastically glancing around the room, “Let’s fuck her.”

“I already did,” Colson shrugged again, winking at Tiffany, “But I wouldn’t mind doing it again.” 

“Later, player,” she replied, quirking her eyebrow as she turned the page of the menu with a sigh, “You gotta buy me dinner before you get dessert.” 

“Spoiled brat.” he sneered as he opened his own menu, eyes moving back and forth over the options as she continued to smirk at him.

“Yup.” She returned, popping the ‘p’ at the end for emphasis, “And if I remember correctly, you’ve had a lot to do with that over the years.” 

“Oh, baby, just you wait,” He beamed mischievously, eyes glistening as if a thousand ideas were popping through his head at that moment, “You gonna be spoiled spoiled.”

Tiffany rolled her eyes as she sipped her margarita, the strong tequila making her cheeks rosy as her lip ticked with the hint of a smile, “I will not complain.” 

“In fact, you know what? I got an idea for when we leave here.” Colson planned, drumming his fingers across the table and nodding one at her before clasping both palms together, “Yup. Got an idea.”

“Never something I wanna hear come out your fuckin’ mouth,” Tiffany laughed nervously, putting her menu down to eye him suspiciously, “I’m not gonna go to jail again, am I?”

Colson snorted, covering his mouth with his hand that had picked up his glass again, “Uhh...No promises”

She propped her elbow on the table and pointed at him with her long, acrylic nail and opened her mouth to scold him, but was interrupted by the waitress finally approaching their table to take their order. 

Tiffany smirked at the blonde teenager, the poor girl obviously knowing who he was as she bumbled over her words. Her hands were shaking as she wrote down his order, and Colson couldn’t help but drink up the attention. He gave her that signature smile of his and she damn near melted, and Tiff had to stop herself from snorting at the girl. 

“And what do you want, baby?” Colson queried once he was done telling her what he wanted. He reached across the table and placed his hand over hers, a cheesy smile adorning his face to accompany the display of affection. 

Tiffany grinned at the man in front of her before turning to the blonde and gently and politely telling her what she wanted to order. 

The girl nodded pertly before they watched her scurry off towards the kitchen, Tiffany’s eyes shifting to Colson as her eyebrow lifted again, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re over dramatic?”

Colson bobbed his head as he sipped his glass, lacing their fingers together with a wink.

They finished their meals and a couple more drinks before he finally pulled her from the restaurant, the cool breeze of September air floating around them as he lead her to their next destination. 

“Kelssss, where are we goiiing?” Tiffany whined as he tugged her along by the hand, his long legs making his strides twice the size of hers

“Shopping, duh. I just said I was gonna spoil you.” Colson returned as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“What the fuck? Really?” Tiffany asked, her eyebrows raising quickly in surprise as she chuckled, “Like, are you sugar daddy-ing me right now?”

“Yup,” Colson smiled proudly, swinging their hands back and forth before reeling her into his chest to kiss her, “and you better give daddy some sugar.”

—

Tiffany had four new pairs of designer heels waiting to be delivered, as well as a white gold and diamond necklace and bracelet set, and three different sparkly rings that she had put on before the time the spree had ended. Colson’s smile couldn’t help but shine just as brightly as the jewels around her neck as they made their way down the street, the couple headed in the direction of Central Park. 

“This is gonna be so fuckin’ great.” Colson beamed, throwing his arm around her shoulders as they walked. Tiffany lit a cigarette with a sigh, shaking her head at the childish adventurism that he constantly projected. 

“Where are we going?” She asked once again as she exhaled a plume of smoke, her arm wrapping around his waist. 

“One of my favorite places in the city. Came here with Pete the last time I was out.” Colson answered, looking down at her with a smile, “you’re gonna love it, trust me. It’s so fuckin’ dope.”

They stopped and took photos of each other at a few of the different sights, Colson not surprised at all when she pulled her work camera out of her bag to take a few shots of him and the surrounding landscapes. 

“You still haven’t turned your phone back on?” He asked curiously, noticing she hadn’t pulled it out at all throughout the night.

“Nope,” she replied, shrugging as she looked at him through the lense before snapping the button, “Haven’t wanted to deal with any of it.” 

“That means you haven’t seen my post I made,” Colson pouted, the face earning him getting his picture taken again, “it was sweet and everyone liked it.” 

“Do I need to see what you did?” She questioned, cocking her eyebrow at him from the other side of the camera.

“No, No,” Colson answered with a chuckle, shaking his hands in front of him, “just wait until tomorrow.”

Tiffany found herself eyeing him out of the corner of her eye, her lips pursed together as she wondered what he was up to. 

“Here it is,” Colson pointed, interrupting her suspicions. He tugged her hand again to make her walk faster, stopping only when they’d reached the huge circle in the middle of the walkway. The gigantic field in the area past it was delicately lit, a peaceful vibration emanating from the entire space. 

“Woah,” Tiffany gaped, earning her another prideful smile from Colson at the sight of her happiness, “This place is fucking beautiful.”

They found a spot away from everyone else on the soft grass, and the two of them lay back staring at the night sky while they passed a joint back and forth. 

“Thank you for this, Kels.” Tiffany said after a few minutes of silence, moving her hand so he could take the jay from her fingers, “It really means a lot.”

“It means a lot to me that you’re even here, Tiff.” Colson replied, turning his head to look at her, “Laying here with you means more than you’ll ever know.”

He hit the joint deeply, exhaling slowly as the smoke twirled above them and into the heavens. He turned his head back towards her as he passed it back, licking his lips before he continued, “I never thought I would get a chance to be anywhere near you again. When I fucked up, again, I was sure it was done.”

“It was,” She croaked, flicking the ash away from the joint as she fought back the emotions threatening to spill over with his words, “That hurt me more than I’ve ever been hurt, Cols.”

“Then how did you let me back in so easily? That night at the party…” Colson started, but trailed off as he looked away again to take another hit.

“I don’t know, K. Honestly, I don’t. I guess I just can’t stay away from you.” Tiffany chuckled lowly, bringing the roach to her lips for a final drag before tossing it. She rolled over into her side and propped herself up on her elbow, her head resting on her knuckles as she met his eyes, “I love you.”

“You were right, you know. When you said I waste love.” He commented, looking up at her when she put her other hand on his chest on top of his.

“I know.” She nodded, no hint of malice in her voice despite the opportunity.

“I’m not gonna waste you anymore, Tiff. I’m not gonna make you anymore bullshit promises, but just know,” Colson vowed, his eyes misting over and twinkling in the dim light, “You’re it for me.”

Tiffany leaned over and kissed him in response, her tongue instantly tangling with his as he pulled her on top of him. She straddled his hips as their jaws rocked together, his hands instinctively grasping her thighs under her skirt. He moaned against her mouth when he remembered she was bare underneath the flow of fabric covering them, his dick hardening as his fingers dipped into the apex of her thighs. 

It was all breathy moans and whispered words as she sunk down on his length right there on the grass, the surrounding foliage and her skirt the only things giving them any sort of privacy. His hands left fingerprints in her flesh as he guided her hips, the feeling of her gripping heat squeezing his dick making him wanton and needy. 

“I’mma marry you.” He proclaimed suddenly, his hips bucking up into her as he wound a hand through the waves of her hair, “God damn, I swear, I’mma fuckin’ marry you.”

Their lips met again in a sloppy kiss, his arm not tangled in her tresses wrapping around her waist as he pulled her flush with his chest. He continued to fuck up into her, the friction and angle of his heavy cock stretching mixed with his words making Tiffany’s head swim as she mewled into his mouth. 

“You wanna marry me?” He breathed the question, his eyes wild and hopeful as he stared at the beautiful woman once they broke apart. She bit into her lip as she sat up, her eyes rolling and head tilting back as she took him all the way inside her. 

Colson lifted his back from the grass to hold himself up by one arm, his other weaving into Tiffany’s violet tangles. Tiffany moaned at the new angle as Colson’s mouth attached to her neck, his fingers pulling her head back again while his teeth found her pulse point. 

“Say it, baby.” He whispered against her skin, his tongue laying at the wound as she ground her hips into his, “You know you wanna.”

“Colson,” She whimpered, eyes meeting his as she lifted herself up and plunged back down, “Fuck.”

“Come on, baby,” he breathed, laying back down. He pushed one hand under the fabric of her skirt to find her clit with his thumb, bucking into her while gripping her breast with the other, “Say you’ll marry me, and I’ll let you come.”

“Fuuuuhk.” Tiffany groaned, almost a little too loudly, her body tensing as Colson worked her over, his hard cock hitting deep inside her fluttering walls. She was right on the edge but he was holding back, just enough to keep her right at almost. “Yes, yesyesyes, yes! I’ll marry you.”

Tiffany’s fingers dug into his shirt as his thumb moved in faster circles, his hips tilting just right and hitting the secret spot inside her only he could find. Stars erupted around them and she couldn’t stop the shout that left her lungs, her soaked pussy squeezing his cock as she came over him. 

“That’s it girl, come for me,” he hissed, bucking up into her faster as he snaked his hand from her breast to her throat with a squeeze, “Gonna nut in you.”

“No!” She protested unexpectedly, pulling off of him quicky. Colson was about to question what she was doing but the words caught in his throat, the feeling of her mouth wrapping around him making him lose all coherence. 

“Holy fuck!” Colson barked, his hand instantly shooting to the back of her head as his come flooded the back of her throat, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” 

Tiffany swallowed every drop he had to give her, wiping her mouth of the salty fluid once he was done. Colson had just finished zipping his pants when a voice was heard on the other side of the brush, the light of a flashlight shining through the leaves.

“What are you two doing over there?” 

Colson and Tiffany’s eyes immediately met as the two of them froze. Tiffany  was the first one to move, pulling Colson to his feet as she grabbed her bag and darted off as fast as she could. She hadn’t bothered to put her shoes back on so she was barefoot, able to move faster then with them as they both took off. 

“Oh shit,” Colson hissed, yanking her by the arm to duck behind a building at the edge of the park. They listened as the guard looked for them, dipping and dodging his beam of light until they were able to get to the exit. 

“Where the fuck did you park?” Tiffany heaved, her hands on her knees as she bent forward to gasp for air. She only had a moment to recover before multiple shouts could be heard headed toward them.

“Uhhhh���.this way!” Colson guessed, snatching her by the hand again right as the guards came into view.

“You better fuckin’ hope so!” She exclaimed, the two of them running as fast as their legs would carry them in the opposite direction of the cops. 

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[lareinenoir]

∆Apple of my Eye∆

Loki x Female! Reader

Request: Hi, I love your work so much!! I was wondering if you could do a Loki x female reader where the reader isn’t heavy but she isn’t fit either. Where reader has been through a lot (depression, heartbreak, etc.) and when she sees another girl flirting with Loki she doesn’t have enough self-confidence to do anything about it but Loki notices and a lot of fluff happens.

@em18-blue-soccer-love

Summary: Body image is what you have struggled with for quite a while. Meeting Loki distracted you from it and his constant compliments always made you blush like crazy! When you are invited to one of Tony Stark's party and see your ex-best friend, the memories of your years in college come back. The memories weren't as fun as they are supposed to be.

A/N: I just wanna say, you are all beautiful and self-love is what I've struggled with for so long! For the past two years, I have learned that loving myself is the best thing for me. If you ever need a reminder on how "beautifully and wonderfully made" you are, hmu. ☺

Tag list: @tell-me-a-poem @thatweirdwalangpake @schizonephilim @hisparadox @empressoftheundergroundsun

"Morning precious." Says Loki kissing your head as you stretch your arms and look to the clock.

"Morning? It's noon." You yawn watching Loki toss an apple in his hand "Why didn't you wake me?"

"Well," he says walking over and kissing your head. "you look rather peaceful asleep and I couldn't bring myself to wake you."

"How charming." You replied and he passed you the apple.

"Eat, an apple a day gives the doctor away."

Bursting out you laughing you wipe the apple on the blanket and roll your eyes. "It's an apple a day keeps the doctor away' silly."

"Bah." He says waving his hand "Your Midgardian sayings are all so...let's just say they mean so many things."

"Haha." You shrug taking a bite. "Don't worry, I don't plan on visiting the doctor anytime soon. At least not because I'm sick."

"Good," he nods as he stands you up and pulled you to his body. "I don't want my precious queen getting the chills."

"You Asgardians never get sick." You say while chewing the apple. "Like...for the past two years I've known you and Thor not once have you gotten sick."

"Our immune systems aren't as weak as you mortals." He laughs and you snort

"Hey! Offensive to my people." You giggle slapping him on the shoulder as Loki lays his head in your lap. "We aren't as weak as you think, Loki. Especially women."

"Darling, men-" you give him a warning look and he gets your hint. "What I meant to say was...mortal men will never be stronger than Asgardian men."

"Whatever." You roll your eyes finishing the apple. "Speaking of men," you say, placing the apple core on the dresser "Tony invited us to his house for a little surprise party for Pepper. Do you wanna be my date?" You Giggle

"well..." He said pretending to think. "I'd have to ask the woman I'm currently with if she'd be OK with me going on a date with a very good looking woman, such as yourself."

You smirked and folded your arms as he twists a strand of your hair around his finger. "I'm sure the woman you're seeing wouldn't mind." You joke kneeling down your head to kiss his nose. "If you don't tell her I mean. It can be our little secret."

"Our little secret."

Sharing a small kiss you brush back his jet black hair just to study his face. You felt so lucky to have him.

Tony's parties. Always full of people. Men in expensive suits and Rolex watches. Woman in fitted dresses that matched there handbag. Not to mention some very hot eye candy on the arms of a woman or man.

"You've been staring at your reflection for two hours and have changed outfits seventeen times, not counting this one." Loki groaned getting frustrated and you shook your head

"You men have it easy. All you do is show up in a tux and add gel to your hair." You say heading back to the closet. "I don't...I just want to look the part."

Loki sits up in his elbows off the bed and squinted at you. "The part?" He questions

You instantly close your lips and bring out three more dresses. "So, which one. Blush? Copper red or Zesty-"

He appears in front of you with his index finger against your lips. His eyes in you he slowly takes the hangers and tosses them on the bed. "Y/N, I told you that you look ravishing in all of them. Asking me over and over again will not change my mind." You smile and he kisses the corner of your mouth. "You look good in everything."

"Aw." You say grinning like a ninny trying to avoid his eyes. You wanted to say, 'no I'm not' but you knew how much it annoyed him. "Thanks." You whisper biting your lip.

"Excellent, now can we please go? I'm afraid we are going to be rather late." Said Loki taking your hand in his.

"The party will just be getting started when we arrive." You shrug and you two share a laugh. "He'll have the drinks out by then I hope."

"You mortals and your alcoholic beverages." He said rolling his eyes. "They are a bit on the weak side."

You roll your eyes at him and pinch his butt cheek. "Shut up."

He winks at you and gives you a slap on the ass as you continue walking

When you arrive at Tony's place you are greeted by a whole lot of people bumping into you and Loki and are quickly offered a drink.

"Weren't sure you were going to show up." Said Rhodey handing you and Loki a glass of vodka. "Thor is over there with Steve and Bucky. He said our beverages aren't strong enough for a god."

"And he is indeed right." Said Loki handing it back. "I'm going to go over there, Y/N?" He sort of asks. "Will you be alright for a bit?"

"I will." You nod and he kisses your cheek. "Go on, have fun."

Watching Loki disappear in the crowd of people, you turn and see Rhodey is gone off and is dancing on some tables with Tony.

"Y/N!" Shouts Pepper and you take a sip of the drink as she wraps her arms around your neck. "Glad you could come. Having fun?"

"Yeah. You should be the one having fun! Happy birthday." You said kissing her cheek. "Sorry I couldn't be there to say 'Surprise' I think I spent more time figuring out what to wear than anything."

"No worries. You look great." She motions with her hands. "It wasn't much of a surprise anyway. Vision accidentally spilled the beans. He's still learning." Pepper shrugged "To surprises?" She raised her martini and you clinked it with hers

"Surprises." You say as you both take a large sip.

Walking around and partying with the others you catch a glimpse of Loki doing shots with Steve and Thor.

"What the heck?" You ask seeing they drew a big crowd. The countertop full of shot glasses, Tony filling them while Clint counted. "You've got to be kidding me." You laugh hearing everyone cheer.

In college, this is what the guys did at frat parties. Why the heck were they doing it. Grown men!

"Rogers wins!" Said Clint and everyone began to holler loudly. "Thirty-two shots in one minute." He announces

"I still think you won." You hear someone say as they approach Loki hands grazing his shoulder.

You stared at those perfectly manicured pink acrylic nails and held your breath when you recognized the black stilettoes.

"Thank you." Loki nods chuckling nervously

"I'm Missy Donaven" She introduces herself holding out her free hand. "You must be Loki."

"I am indeed. Its a pleasure to meet you, Missy Donovan." Said Loki being very polite.

You watched them carefully but couldn't help but stare from a distance at her perfectly shaped lips that curved into a smile. How her giggle made your skin crawl because of how lovely it was. Your heart beats with fear a bit as Missy and Loki talked. She would laugh then touch his chest.

Touching Loki! Touching Loki!

"You have a sense of humor. Pretty good looking too." She winks touching his hair.

Touching his hair! Touching his hair!

That's when she looked up and caught your eye. Quickly turning the other way you feel your feet begin to speed walk through the crowd.

"Where you going in a hurry?" Asks Natasha stopping you

Brushing past her you ignore and keep walking until you were in a bathroom. One perfect bathroom with a sink and mirror. And staring in it made you look away. Seeing Missy and how beautiful her red hair was made your body ache. You weren't as pretty as she was. You knew that. She had curves...you weren't sure if you had any. Missy had big boobs...bigger than yours.

Looking away from the mirror, you take a seat on the edge of the tub and bite your lip. Just as you took in a breath the door opens and a smiling Missy Donovan walks in.

"I knew it was you." She says closing the door. "The smell of loneliness was a dead give away."

You didn't want to fight. You weren't in the mood to exchange insults with her. It bothered you more because you should have known to lock the door.

"Where ya going? Don't you wanna talk to me? I haven't seen you in ages Y/N." She says face now in the mirror touching up her makeup.

"I-"

"You look like a Teletubbie. I'm actually surprised you came out of the house in a dress. I thought you were more of pants and oversized hoodie kinda girl. But I can't complain too much." Missy shrugs fixing her hair and making kissing faces in the mirror. "Its a step up. A lot of people thought you were a dike Y/N, because of the way you dressed. Hell, I thought you were. It's an improvement." She spins on her heels, red hair slapping you a bit in your face as she grazes her finger across your cheek. "A+ for trying I guess."

Sucking in your cheeks, you stay silent and hold in your tears. It was very hard to look at her small pale feet and know, in your mind, Loki would pick her.

"Lay off the twinkies? I think I'm seeing a quadruple chin. You definitely need to hit the gym." Missy giggle perking up her breasts. "Hopefully I get this sexy hunk of a man in bed with me. I'll be sure to text you what it's like to sleep with a god."

Back against the wall, you feel helpless and hold in your tears. You even stopped breathing. Missy never allowed you to look at her directly. She always said, "only pretty people can look at me." In college, you waited on Missy. You were at her every beck and call she made sure you knew your place.

She'd always remind you how fat you looked in clothes. The first day you met her, you wore a dress to a party. "Oh honey, you look like a bloated Turkey."

At the time it was a joke? Right? Missy didn't mean anything by it...

When Missy had planned parties, you were in charge but never invited. "I don't want you eating up all the snacks."

One time you did have the nerve to buck up when you found out she was making out with a guy you liked.

"I'm saving you, Y/N. Pedro wouldn't date someone like you. He doesn't go for the girls who look like street trash."

Pedro Hernandez, you had an Instagram spam page and Pedro followed it. He commented on one of your memes and then started DM you. You kept it from Missy for obvious reasons. You and Pedro never met, or even sent pictures to each other. Unfortunately, Missy found out that you guys were planning on meeting and pretended to be you.

"I can't believe I ever thought we were friends." You said but you were more upset with Pedro then anything. He ended up picking Missy Donaven over you.

You and Missy stopped being 'friends' You told yourself, "College all by myself is way better than having someone like Missy."

And here you are. In the bathroom tub crying your eyes out because it was happening all over again. You knew how it would end. Loki would pick Missy. And you wouldn't blame him.

There was a knock at the door and you said,

"Go away!"

"Y/N? Is that you? Are you alright?"

You said nothing. Loki was probably coming to tell you that you were breaking up. He was gonna go for Missy...

"Y/N...I'm coming in. Ok? I'm coming in."

Not looking up, you felt his body heat over you. Loki knew why you were upset. Missy let it slip that you were in the bathroom crying.

"Y/N... I do hate seeing you cry." He tells you, climbing in the tub with you.

Looking up and at the sink, you shake your head. "I saw you with her. At first, I was mad but...I understand. She's pretty. Way prettier than me. Nice big boobs. Tinier waist with a nice ass...curves that I don't have. She isn't fat like me. It's ok. I'm not mad."

"Y/N, I'm afraid-"

"Loki you deserve better. A better-looking girl than me. She's perfect for you. Missy is...she's the perfect girl in every way."

You weren't sure if he was listening or not but he lifts your chin and wipes the pad of his thumb across your cheek. "Y/N. I picked a woman." Loki was looking at you. Eyes so intently looking only at you "I picked a woman, not a girl looking for attention. You are the apple of my eye. You are perfect for me.”

He meant every word. You knew it. Now, you felt stupid for just thinking Otherwise. Loki had already picked you.

"Do you-"

You pressed your lips on his smoothly and inhaled his scent as he kissed you back. Loki held you to his body with a firm grip on the small of your back as your lips moved in sync together. You pull away and he gives you a questionable look,

“What is it, Y/N?”

“Kissing in a bathtub? That will be one hell of a memory.”

both sharing a quick laugh kisses your top lip lightly. “Then let's not ruin it then, yeah?”

[hybridfanfiction]

Picture Perfect

Cat Hybrid Jaebum x Reader

Word Count: 3,190

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“How’s your project coming along?” 

“Almost done actually! I got my mom and grandparents to sit for me, and it only took me about a month. Just trying to get the shading right at this point.” 

“Lucky you. I had to start at the beginning of class, and I’m only just now finishing it since it took me forever to even find a model.” 

“Well, we still have a week until the final piece is due. If you’re this close to finishing, then there’s no need to worry.” 

As you eavesdrop on the conversation in front of you, you realize why you’ve had that nagging feeling in the back of your mind. To your horror, you’ve forgotten all about the portrait project that was due at the end of this art class. I mean, it was only 40% of your grade, no big deal that you were an idiot and now had to rush to finish a full 18x24 portrait - never mind figure out what it would be about or find someone to sit for you. The only sure thing was that you would have to use acrylics instead of oil paints since the former dried in a matter of hours. 

You groan and press your fingers to the throbbing pulse on your temple as a headache grew. You had made the mistake of taking six classes this semester, and between everything you had to do for all of those classes and the new addition to your home mere months earlier you supposed something was bound to have escaped your notice. You just wish it hadn’t been something worth so much of your grade. 

“Wow, are you okay? You look like you’re going to puke.”

Your classmate Yugyeom leans over right into your face, causing you to blush as you playfully swat him away. He’d only recently started sitting next to you, as the two of you had discovered you had four classes together and started talking. He was really sweet and cute, but you weren’t sure where things were going. He sometimes seemed like he was flirting, but other times he gave you clear friend vibes. He was really confusing, but thankfully you had too much on your plate to seriously give pursuing him much of a thought. 

“I feel like I’m going to puke. I forgot all about the final project.” 

“You’re kidding! Dude, I had mine done like three months ago. You’re usually ahead of me on everything. What happened?” 

You huff, completely annoyed with yourself. 

“I don’t know. I just overreached this semester, and on top of that, I adopted a hybrid a few months ago. He took up a lot of my concentration.” 

Yugyeom nods knowingly. “I have one too, a cat, so I know how you feel. Bam’s an ass sometimes, but he’s awesome. What’s yours?” 

“Jaebum’s a cat too. I wasn’t even planning on a hybrid, especially not while I was still in college and at the beginning of the semester too, but I couldn’t resist. They were having some weekend event near a park and I made the mistake of making eye contact as I passed by. He was so cute I couldn’t resist.” 

Yugyeom chuckles. “Yeah, sounds familiar. Listen, I had an idea. You don’t know what you’re going to paint yet, right?” 

“Not a clue.” 

“Right. Paint me and Bam Bam!” 

Your mouth drops as you gaze at Yugyeom with hope. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah! Bam would love it and I would be happy to accept the finished painting as payment when the professor returns them after grading. What do you say?”

“I think you just saved my life. I accept.” 

Yugyeom grins and slings his backpack on, standing up to leave. 

“Great. Bam Bam is going to be excited. Can we come by tomorrow? I’m off work then, but if another day works better we can figure something out.” 

“No, tomorrow is fine. God, thank you so much. I’ll text you the address.” 

“Awesome. See you later!” 

You wave as he leaves the classroom, quickly send the text of your address before you forget, then gather your own things. Visions of your portrait becoming more clear now that you had a subject. You sigh with relief as you head home, thanking the powers that be for making Yugyeom so nice. 

◇

“Jae, I’m home!” you yell as you close the door behind you and throw your bag near the kitchen table. 

Jaebum’s head pops out of the bedroom, grinning and twitching his tail. 

“Hey. Dinner should be done by the time you’re finished with your shower.” 

You roll your eyes and head towards the bathroom, as usual finding a pair of comfy sweats and a shirt already waiting for you in there. 

Jaebum was a sweetheart, but he was incredibly possessive of you. He’d never had a home outside of the hybrid shelter and wasn’t used to having anything of his own, so naturally, he clung to the one thing that had ever been his alone. 

He was fairly nice to the handful of your friends that he’d met as long as they maintained a respectful distance from you, something Jackson had learned the hard way and had a scar on his hand to show for it. Random strangers or hybrids were out of the question. You might as well have been President and bodyguard with the way Jaebum acted whenever you went outside together. 

This was also the reason why he refused to get near you until you took a shower whenever you got home. He always claimed you reeked of hundreds of other people and hybrids and it drove him crazy. So no matter what, as soon as you got home you were to jump straight in the shower then allow him to scent you. His compromise was to take over dinner, which you’d been more than happy to hand over to him. It was nice to have a meal to come home to after a long day. 

With your shower done, you present yourself to the waiting hybrid on the couch. Jaebum is quick to place you on his lap and begin rubbing his face all over your neck, purring and sniffing in a few areas, tickling you with his warm breath. You were always glad for your human senses not being able to pick out whatever he was rubbing on you because you had a feeling it was pretty potent. You’d seen other hybrids wrinkle their noses at you before so you guessed Jaebum laid it on pretty thick. You were basically a walking ‘hands off’ sign. 

A timer dinged in the kitchen, so Jaebum sighed and reluctantly let you slide off of him so he could go take something out of the oven. The table was already set, so you simply sat down and waited. 

“Ah, this is the life. Coming home to a nice hot supper without lifting a finger,” you giggle, only for it to become outright laughter as Jaebum gives you a look filled with mock disgust. 

“Spoiled human,” he mutters with a tiny smile, carrying a big tray to set in the middle of the table. 

“Thankful human. What’s on the menu?” 

“Tuna casserole, dinner rolls, and a salad for you since you insist on having disgusting vegetables in the house.” 

“Hey, I’m human. I actually need those veggies to stay alive, JB. You want me to live, don’t you?” 

“I suppose.” 

“I can feel the love,” you chuckle, giving the casserole a quick sniff. He made this one a lot, as it was one of his own favorites, but it was really good. 

The meal was awesome, as usual, and you spent the rest of the evening relaxing and chatting with Jaebum. The next day was Saturday and you had no classes, so both of you simply rested and cuddled on the couch watching television until it was time for bed. 

You had an odd feeling you’d forgotten something though. 

◇

You were stuffing your mouth with cereal and laughing as you and Jaebum watched cartoons and talked about what you wanted to do this weekend. He kept saying there was some concert in town he wanted to go to, but he seemed to forget that hundreds of other people would be going to this thing, not to mention this one was famous for playing in the middle of the downtown square. Meaning all the attendees were literally standing on the little jet fountains and purposely getting soaked. You decided to keep that part to yourself. It would be worth going and getting drenched just to watch Jaebum freak out over his precious fluffy tail getting wet. 

When the doorbell rang, both of you jumped in surprise and Jaebum’s tail instantly shot high into the air. It flickered nervously as he pulled you behind him and slowly crept towards the door. 

“Were we expecting someone?” 

You cringe to yourself as you realize you forgot to give Jaebum a heads up about Yugyeom. If there was one thing he hated more than other men in his territory, it was other hybrids in it. 

“I’m sorry, JB honey. I forgot all about it. I have a project due for my art class and I have a friend and his hybrid coming to help me.” 

Jaebum stares down at you like he can’t believe you would do something like this to him. You feel so guilty. 

“I promise, I’m so sorry. Just...be a good boy and I’ll give you whatever you want later.” 

He sniffs haughtily and wraps his tail around your waist, pulling you closer as he goes to open the door. 

“You better.” 

He flings the door open and crosses his arms, staring into the surprised faces of Yugyeom and his adorable hybrid Bam Bam. 

“Listen up. You’ll keep your paws to yourselves and stay in my sight at all times. And you...furball. If I catch you scenting anything, I will not hesitate to kick you out on your ass.” 

The other’s orange ears and tail twitch as he sniffs with indignation. “Furball? Really? With a tail like that you’re probably hacking up hairballs all over the place and I’m the furball?” 

“I don’t hack up hairballs.” 

You perk up and glance at Jaebum. “Wait. Is that why I always hear you coughing in the morning?” 

“I DON’T HACK UP HAIRBALLS!” 

Jaebum throws his hands in the air and stalks towards his usual spot on the couch, glaring at everyone. 

You sigh and gesture for the two to come inside, closing the door behind them. 

“Anyway. Jaebum, this is Yugyeom and his hybrid Bam Bam. Please be nice because they are doing me a huge favor.” 

“What kind of favor?” he asks, his gaze suspicious. 

“We’re going to model for her,” Bam Bam purrs with a smirk, and you have the distinct feeling this one was trouble. He was definitely trying to antagonize Jaebum on purpose. 

“Excuse me?” Jaebum growls, his volume now soft and low. Meaning danger.  

You put your palms out placatingly. “For a painting, Jae. I was a dummy and forgot all about my final project, so Yugyeom said he and Bam Bam would sit for me. This project could mean the difference between me passing or failing, so be on your best behavior.” 

He doesn’t answer, instead turning back to his show like he was done with everything. Except his ears were still trained towards the three of you and his tail was flicking high above him. 

“So, where do you want me?” Yugyeom asks, smiling brightly like a hybrid showdown didn’t almost occur in your living room. 

“The window bench right over there. Relax and get in a position you can handle holding for a while. Just give me a moment to grab my paints.” 

Jaebum jumps up to help you carry the tall easel into the room as well as the table for your paints. Once everything is in place you finally look at the pair again. 

Yugyeom and Bam Bam are looking pretty cozy, lounging across the pillows on the window bench with their legs and hands entangled and Bam Bam’s head laying against Yugyeom’s shoulder. The sun lends a warm glow over the pair, their matching golden rings catching the light as they stare at each other fondly and...oh. 

Well. That explains that. 

Your fingers move quickly as you pencil sketch the scene to try and capture as much as you can today. 

“So...” you clear your throat and peek at the two with a teasing grin. “How long have the two of you been together?” 

Yugyeom flashes you a guilty grin while Bam Bam’s purrs merely increase in pitch as he watches Yugyeom with love shining in his eyes. 

“Caught that, huh? It’s been about three years. He was my hybrid growing up, but we didn’t start anything until I went off to college and he decided to follow me. Literally. He waited two days before he hopped a bus and found my dorm room by scent and moved himself in.” 

“Like you wouldn’t have missed me and begged me to come anyway. I was just saving your dignity.” 

You giggle at their teasing. “You guys are cute.” 

Yugyeom nods towards Jaebum. “What about you guys? You said you adopted him fairly recently, right?” 

“Yeah, beginning of the semester. Um, I don’t know. We’re still getting to know each other, I think. Although I’m sure you noticed he’s pretty protective of me, so I guess that means he tolerates me at least.” 

“You also reek of him. Smells like mate to me,” Bam Bam grinned with a wrinkled nose. 

“Mate?” 

“Oh yeah. That stench isn’t the regular this is mine scent. It’s this one is mated fuck off,” Bam Bam explained with a very poor impression of what you guessed was supposed to be Jaebum’s voice. 

“Huh,” you mumble, pausing your drawing to peek over at Jaebum. His eyes are still trained firmly on the television, but his cheeks are flushed. He was definitely listening to the conversation, but he didn’t immediately refute Bam Bam’s claims. He just sat over there quiet and blushing. Was it true? 

You shake your head and focus on your work, steadily getting everything down. Jaebum only had to interrupt you a couple times to get you to have something to drink and let everyone take a bathroom break. He’d gotten used to doing that, as he’d learned that you would often work seven or more hours straight until you were practically fainting of hunger if left without supervision. Finally, when the last bit of natural light disappeared and your fingers ached, you laid everything down with a sigh and called it a day. 

Bam Bam and Yugyeom sat up and stretched before coming around to look at the canvas. Jaebum quickly jumps up and joins, wrapping his tail around your waist possessively,  and using himself as a buffer between you and the pair. 

“Wow, I almost wish the project was for a pencil sketch, because this is perfect as is,” Yugyeom exclaimed, appraising the canvas with a raised eyebrow. 

“You think?” you ask, staring at the piece. It was hard to judge your own stuff, as you were overly critical of everything you did. 

Yugyeom nods enthusiastically. “Definitely. I’m excited to see the final work.” He grabs Bam Bam’s hand and leads him toward the door. 

“We’re going to head out, it’s pretty late and I need to get him fed. Good luck. Oh, it was nice meeting you, Jaebum!” 

Your hybrid barely acknowledges them, grunting something that you supposed was some sort of farewell before heading back to the couch. You shake your head and wave until they reach their car before shutting the door and plopping down next to Jaebum. 

“Sorry I just sprung that on you. Thanks for being good about it.” 

“It was fine. They were alright, I suppose.” 

He said it with such an air of nonchalance that you giggled, knowing full well that it had probably taken everything in him to keep his mouth shut. It had probably helped when he learned the two were together and therefore had no designs on you. 

“So...is it true?” 

What you were asking about apparently needed no explaining as the blush from before built on his cheeks again as he silently shrugged. 

“Were you ever going to tell me?” 

“Eventually,” he mumbled quietly, pulling his tail into his lap. 

“Why eventually?” 

“Humans need time for that kind of stuff right? Hybrids don’t. We can smell when someone is our mate right away. I didn’t want to scare you off and I didn’t even know if you were open to thinking of hybrids like that. You’re good about not treating me like a pet, but a boyfriend is a whole different thing.” 

You nod thoughtfully as he explains. It’s true, you probably would have freaked at the thought of dating a hybrid when you’d first gotten him. But now you knew him well and were aware that he was perfectly able to make his own decisions. You realize the thought of dating Jaebum makes you excited, the idea of calling him your boyfriend and going on real dates with him making your heart flutter a bit. You basically acted like a couple already, you just needed the label. 

“What if I said I was okay with it?” 

Jaebum’s head swirls to stare at you, his eyes wide with surprise. 

“You want to be my mate?” 

“Yeah.” 

His eyes narrow as if in disbelief. “You realize mating means for life, right? At least for me. You might be able to move on, but you’d be it for me.” 

“I remember reading that, yes. And I still want to do it.” 

Jaebum’s happy rumbles fill the air as he pulls you towards him, mashing your lips together in a very unpracticed but no less satisfying kiss. He nuzzles your cheeks and neck happily, licking a long stripe up your neck. 

“Remember how you said I could do whatever I wanted if I was good and didn’t punch that cocky cat in his piehole?”

“I don’t remember those exact words coming out of my mouth, but sure.” 

“I want cuddles all night tonight, and then tomorrow we are going to the concert downtown.” 

Images of Jaebum wet and outraged, holding his formally fluffy tail to his chest fill you with happy giggles. 

Jaebum tightens his hold on you and presses a kiss to your cheek. 

“Also, you’re only painting me from now on.” 

“Sure thing, love. Anything you want.”

[hoefortomhoelland]

God of London | Mob!Tom Fanfiction

Introduction Part 1

Mob!Reader x Mob!Tom

Warnings: Swearing, Gore, Guns, Death

Summary: The reader is the most dangerous mobster in London. Every week she’s given a new person to kill. One night, she gets a card with the name ‘Tom Holland’ printed on it. 

The heels of her ankle boots clicked against the pavement of the backstreet which led her to the oh-so-familiar nightclub she usually goes to. Tucking a stray hair from her ponytail behind her ear, she approached the doors of the nightclub and the bouncer immediately let her in, already knowing who she is.

The club was lively like usual. Strippers danced on the poles at each table, men smoked their cigars and people drunk from their glasses. Nothing new.

“Miss Romano, what can I get you today?” The bartender, Lewis, asked her.

“A tequila sunrise margarita, please.” Her thick, British accent barely noticeable.

“You’ve always got to be so extra about your drinks.” He raises a brow, chuckling. She smiled back at him as she tapped her dark red acrylics on the sticky counter. A few moments later, a round edged glass was slided in front of her as well as a small card under the glass. She nodded a thank you, took a sip from the rim of the glass, and flipped the card over.

Thomas Holland

Licking her already wet lips, she flipped it back over and looked at Lewis. “Thomas Holland? I think I’ve heard of him before.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that he’s one of the most dangerous mobsters in London.”

Scoffing, she took another sip of the drink. “Yeah, right after me.”

“Of course.” His Brooklyn accent was apparent since it was much thicker. “You have a meeting upstairs in the VIP lounge in five minutes. Table four, like usual.”

“Christ.” She groaned, reaching into her pocket to get a five pound note. She checked the time on her phone before tucking it away again. 21:30 “Alright, I’ll catch you later. Try not to do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

The lounge was quiet and dimly lit, opposite to downstairs which had loud music and bright lights. Upstairs, there were no strippers since important business is usually discussed. She took a seat at table four and crossed her legs, tapping her nails again.

“Miss Romano, would you like a drink?” One of the waitresses asked her.

“Whiskey would be great, thanks.” She flashed her teeth as she smiled and the waitress nodded before disappearing to make her the requested order. 21:34. If they arrive a minute after thirty-five past, she would have their heads. Sucking on her bottom lip, she watched the waitress arrive with the glass on a black tray.

“Here you go. Is there anything else you need?” Yeah, for these fucking people to turn up so she can leave.

“No, no. That’ll do thank you.” The waitress nodded and walked away, leaving her alone again. 21:35.

“Y/N Romano?” Y/N looked up and smiled slightly as she looked up. One man held a black briefcase in his right hand.

“That’ll be me.” She gestured to the other spaces in the booth. “Please, take a seat.” Sipping her whiskey, she glanced at each man who seemed to be dressed similar to each other. “So, introduce yourselves then..”

“My name is Alex Grainger.” He seemed to be the boss out of the three of them. “He’s Antonio.” Alex pointed to the man sat to the right of him. “And this is Daniel.”

“Nice to meet you all. So tell me boys, how can I help?” She leaned forward on her elbows.

“We will give you thirty thousand Great British pounds if you assassinate this man.” Antonio pulled out a picture of a man from his brown jacket pocket. Leaning back on her chair, she nibbled on her middle finger acrylic nail, cautious not to break it or chip it.

“Make it forty thousand.”

“Thirty-five.”

“Fifty.”

“Deal.” Alex yelled, slamming his fist on the table. “His name is Robert. He’s downstairs at the moment making a deal with some of my men which I don’t want happening. I need you to maybe seduce him and then kill him.”

“Seduce? Oh please, I’m more classy than that.”

“Right, well use whatever technique you want but just get his attention.” Alex provided her with more information about what he’s done, keeping Y/N in line with what she needs to do.

“Show me proof of the money.” Y/N leaned back in her chair, swirling around the whiskey in the crystal glass. Daniel reached under the table and pulled out the black briefcase that she noticed earlier, slamming it onto the table. He unlatched the hinges and opened the lid, turning it around so she could see evidence of the cash.

“We only have thirty thousand with us, but I’ll transact the remaining amount into your bank account.” Alex smiled slightly. Y/N finished her drink and placed it onto the table, sighing.

“Alright. I won’t be long.” Her hand reached into the inside pocket of her jacket to check if her gun was still there.

“He’s sat at table twenty three.”

“Got it.” She cracked her knuckles and neck and stood up.

“Excuse me, sir?” Y/N asked the ‘stranger’ at table twenty three innocently. “I have a couple questions I would like to ask you.” Her voice was higher than usual. Robert raised a brow and chuckled.

“I’m in the middle of something.” He turned away from her. Rolling her eyes, she then proceeded to slide a hand down his arm seductively.

“Pretty please? I’ll make it up to you.” She batted her lashes.

“Alright, poppet. I’m sure it won’t take long.”

“No! Of course not.” She giggles obnoxiously loud. Grabbing his wrist, she lead him to a random janitors closet she noticed in the corner of her eye earlier. Opening the door, she snuck them in and turned the light on. She rested her hands on his chest and pulled on his tie as she bit her lip.

“You’re a desperate one.” He smirked. Y/N forced another stupidly loud giggle before locking the door and whipping her gun out.

“I’m not here to play games.” Her voice changed back to her usual tone as she cocked the gun, pressing it against his forehead.

“What the fuck?” He whispered, raising his hands.

“You’re making a deal with a mob which their boss doesn’t approve of. You also owe three million dollars to that mob which you’ve been avoiding constantly. Clearly you aren’t going to repay them at any point.”

“N-No! I will... at some point.” He stuttered, fiddling with a button sewn onto his jacket.

“Bullshit.” She said through gritted teeth, slamming the gun against his forehead again. “You have ten seconds to send the money to his account or I’ll blow your fucking brains out.”

“That’s not enough time.”

“Ten.” His fingers fumbled in his pocket as he searched for his mobile. “Nine.” His thumb presses against the home button in a panic. “Eight.” He tapped on the app and his bank account was on screen. “Seven.” Robert’s hands shook as he scrolled through the app. “Six.” He eventually found the store money. “Five.” Panic pulsed through his body whereas Y/N stood there calmly with a gun to a man’s head. “Four.” The screen loaded slowly.

“Come on, come on.” He repeated as he tapped his foot on the floor.

“Three.”

“Shit.” He cursed as he tapped a way a few more times.

“Two.” The screen read pending. “One.” Transaction complete. Robert let out a sigh of relief. “You’re a lucky man.”

“Can I leave now?” Y/N’s finger pulled the trigger and his body instantly dropped to the ground, blood splattering on the wall behind him.

“Whoops, my finger slipped.” She giggled, opening the door and slipping. Walking over to table twenty-three, she grabbed the dead man’s glass and finished the drink. “He won’t be bothering you anymore.” Y/N smirked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. The three men from earlier appeared in front of her and Daniel handed her the briefcase.

“Is it done?”

“You tell me.” She wiped the blood splatters off of her face with her thumb. “I’ll see you around.” Y/N smiled, patting Alex’s shoulder. “Oh, and check your bank account.” He smiled and thanked her before walking out of the club.

She grabbed her drink from earlier and took a few more gulps, finishing it. “Clean-up on aisle four.” She grinned. Lewis groaned and placed the glass, which he was cleaning, down on the table.

“Seriously? This happens every week. Janitor Steve is not happy about the bullet holes in the wall.”

“You know how it is with me.” She picked up the briefcase and slammed it on the counter. “I did get some good money though.” Opening the lid, stacks and stacks of money was revealed to him. For a second, she thought she saw his eyes glimmer.

“Fucking hell. Try not to spend it instantly.”

“I might buy another car.” She shrugged, pulling the case off of the counter.

“You should buy me a car. I work my ass off for you, cleaning up that damn closet, giving you free drinks sometimes.” Lewis nodded to the room where the body remained.

“Sometimes.”

“Whatever.” He scoffed, grabbing a bucket and towel from under the sink. “I’d better go and fix your situation before someone walks in, thinking it’s a bathroom.” He smiles at her and walks off with the towel over his shoulder. She couldn’t help but chuckle as she shook her head. Sliding the glass off of the card, she picked it up and read the name again.

Thomas Holland

Clicking her tongue, she slipped the small piece of card into her jacket pocket and made her way outside. Y/N walked down the alleyway to where she parked her motorbike earlier. Slipping the black helmet over her head, she flicked the shield over her eyes, climbed onto the bike, and started the engine.

The name wouldn’t leave her head as she drove back home.

[humanoid-whowouldveknown]

The Tales of Old Vilnius

Ašmenos gatvė

- ...and also acrylics in those large jars, - says insatiable Tony, - yeah, all the colors, except maroon. And brushes. No, not these, the ones in the corner. One, two, three, and zero. And maybe... yeah, this palette knife. And that one, too. Wait, what's on that shelf?...

While we are packing everything into our backpacks, a tiny, gray-haired saleslady restlessly rummages the cashbox, like a bird in a feeder, searching for the change from Tony's 200-litai bill.

- I have no change at all, - finally, she sighs. - Maybe you can take this?

She puts a box of colorful chalks on the counter. Not pastel, not even oil crayons, just simple chalk, like the ones we used to write on a blackboard with. And, of course, on asphalt.

Chalks don't interest me, I'm trying to zip the bag, and Tony automatically puts the box in his pocket. The saleslady, assured that the problem is fixed, smiles freely.

- Good, good, - she says as we walk away, - Present it to your kids, they should be happy.

Neither Tony nor I have any children. But we leave this knowledge to ourselves, not to disappoint the tiny gray bird.

Outside the doors, two suns are shining - the sky one, and its reflection in a silver puddle that fills the entire roadside. And wind is blowing, spring-warm and so strong that we promptly give up our right to choose the path and turn, so it hits our backs.

- Sunny wind, - says Tony, and squints, like a pleased cat.

We turn around the corner, to Ašmenos gatvė, and there - who would've known?! - Wind stops. And we instantly remember that we wanted to stop for smoking a long time ago. Even before we stopped by the shop. And now we want it so much, no words could describe the feeling.

While Tony is busy with the cigarette rolling machine and empty tubes, I loiter around, pretending to be in any way helpful. And, naturally, rubberneck at the surroundings, automatically framing all I see - click, click, click.

- Look, - I say, taking a cigarette from Tony, - someone couldn't finish a hopscotch game.

- Not even the game - they couldn't finish the drawing, - he nods in agreement.

The sidewalk is, indeed, divided into squares, but the artist never got a chance to write the numbers. Maybe they were called for lunch, or just got clipped by the ears for damaging public asphalt.

On the other hand, we, two overgrown fools, don't care about the rules. No one will call us for lunch. And it's pretty hard to smack our ears.

Drunk with a sudden (like thirty years ago) and still captivating permissiveness, sunny wind, tobacco smoke and the weight of paints in our bags, I pull the box of chalks from Tony's pocket and squat next to the first square, confident in my intention to write a tremendous number 1. Bright-blue, like the sky in the puddles under our feet, or yellow, like the joyful spring sun, or green, like the future, not yet visible, foliage, or red, like Tony's old coat. However, as I pick up the chalk, all ideas disappear, and, for an unknown reason, I cover the entire square in blue. Not satisfied with the result, I shake out the leftover chalks and begin drawing fishes. Because the blue square is quite indeed the sea. Based on the bright colors of my fishes - the Red Sea. Exampli gratia. Though, in a matter of minutes, the fishes take such weird forms that the sea is clearly gifted to aliens. Let them communicate with these fishes themselves, cause human race, presented by me, gives up.

- Wow! - says Tony.

He already finished his cigarette, and now wants to enter the fight.

The second square Tony confidently shades with green and blue, and I already know that it will be Venice, the one he is so crazy about. Quickly, the colorful houses rise from the water; however, instead of gondolas and motor boats, the landscape suddenly fills with winged creatures, looking both like humans and foxes.

- Mother of God, who are they? - I ask dazedly.

Tony laughs:

- No idea. They came here themselves and decided to be. It's not my place to judge.  

- Well, then let my fishes live in their waters, - I say, - They perfectly match to your foxes, I think.

- True, - agrees with me Tony, moving the box so I could also take chalks.

The third and fourth square we paint simultaneously, almost racing. Tony, of course, is the champion on this competition - he is a professional. He gets up, stretches, and observes the results with pleasure.

- Oh wow! What is it? - he asks me.

- A city map, I guess, - I reply uncertainly, setting aside purple chalk, - Right, the map. You know, the one with tour paths for tourists. Every day it is drawn on the city wall. And at night, the rain washes the picture away. Which is why in the morning comes a duty artist and paints a new one. He, of course, doesn't really remember what was on the wall yesterday. To tell you the truth, he doesn't even try to remember, drawing whatever streets he wants. But tourists can still use this map: while the artist draws his lines, the city changes to match them.

- Well, then there should be two artists, - Tony says, - Firstly, the man can't work every day. Secondly, then there is even more changes and chaos. And everyone is happy.

His drawing in the fourth square perfectly matches this statement. On the surface two very pleased winged fox-humans, a bit - as much as it's possible with their fox faces - similar to us, levitate over the city-lake, with large red mugs in their hands.

- They are drinking coffee, no doubt, - I say.

- Naturally. Whatever you look and wherever you live, it can't happen without coffee.

We might as well just go for coffee now - we wanted to, anyway, - but instead Tony begins to roll another cigarette, and I paint the fifth square. Its impossible to stop.

- What is it? - asks Tony, - It's beautiful, but I understand nothing.

- Probably, it's a book. Or rather their version of books. When you continuously fly above water, it's great to have some fun things reflect in it. For example, books with illustrations. It's also better to prepare the texts on the clouds, in the mirrored way, so that they reflect as needed.

- Alright, - Tony nods. He gives me a cigarette, grabs the chalks, and, while I relax, quickly draws flying writers in the sixth square. They carefully cover the clouds in reflected letters.

- Yep, that's exactly how they work, - I nod and begin the seventh square. Toni takes the eighth.

I draw streams of colorful wind above a rich blackness of coastal fruit gardens, and Tony works on the main square of the city, where underwater trees grow - so tall that tired creatures can relax on their branches, expanding high above the waters.

In the ninth square, I draw a bridge, but not between two riversides - between the earth and the sky. Precisely like the Old London Bridge, it is covered in buildings, at least on the visible part. What happens above the clouds? I don't know. It's not my business.

Tony is still drawing, so I roll the cigarettes. After finishing the last, tenth square, he takes the rolling machine and, stunned, freezes looking at the skies. I observe his picture, and, finally, ask:

- So... what is it?

- A map, probably, - Tony smiles, - But not the city map like yours, but how to get there. From here, I mean. In case of an emergency.

- Wow, - I say, peering at the drawing, - wow.

What else can you say?

We sit on the edge of the road and smoke. Honestly, it is a bit cold outside, since our friend wind has returned. While we were drawing, he relaxed, and now he is entirely ready to blow again.

Honestly, we should get our butts off the edge of the cold road and go to the coffeehouse or home. But we are so tired that for now, we can only smoke in the icy sunny wind and blissfully smile, looking at our work.

A girl, about ten years of age, exits the apartment house. A ginger girl in an old red coat, chubby enough to earn a nickname "bomb" or something like that. She has a waist-long ginger braid, round green eyes, straight forehead and such a forceful chin that no one would've wanted to be her hypothetic enemy. In the left hand, she holds a gray knitted hat; she probably took it off just a minute ago. In the right hand, she holds a flat round box, that one could surely use like a bat. Her face almost screams her uncompromising intention to play hopscotch in the squares she, herself, diligently drew before lunch; so they belong to her only; so no one disturbs jumping or laughs at the mistakes.

When she sees my and Tony's pictures, the girl freezes in amazement. For like five seconds, not more. Then she lands her bat on the first square, straight on the head of one of my fishes. And begins to jump.

The girl jumps very delicately. Stands for a long time in each square, preparing and calculating the next move. She tries hard - maybe to save the pictures, or to get perfectly precise movements. She seems to succeed at both.

Reaching the ninth square, the girl freezes and observes the tenth. Finally, instead of jumping, she carefully pushes the bat with her colorful boot towards the edge between the squares.

There, the bat slowly crawls on the edge, and slowly moves farther. There... hell, where is it?

The curvy girl in a red coat stands in the ninth square, on my bridge between the earth and the sky. She confusedly examines the tenth, on which nothing lies, except for Tony's picture. A flat white box couldn't possibly mix with the image. And yet, it's not there.

The girl drops her gray hat on the ground. Automatically puts the end of the braid in her mouth. Thinks. Squats down and observes the picture. Carefully, touches it with her hand. Finally, she stands up and makes a step.

We look at her as if we were enchanted.