#and this time in a motorbike and side car instead of bikes with their tops off

[misskattylashes]

Awwww it fits so well.....

[silentmeteorite93]

The Leaping Gazelles 26/34

Memorial

Hot weather, the brutal sun with the hatred for everything on the ground shines down the sun, dry air into the lungs like hay into the windpipe, a breath between the sting is not only the nasal cavity and lungs also piggybacked on the noble sentiments. The engine of the iron horse on the crotch was also radiating high temperatures in an unwise manner. The smell of the tarmac is a pungent and overt sign of summer's arrival, and on the back of the man's motorbike sits a woman, a rare sight. A woman who would be criticized for dressing inappropriately in proper motorbike circles, she wrapped her arms around the man in front of her with a big grin, her half-helmet unable to stop her long, flowing hair from fluttering wildly in the hot summer breeze. And the combination of hot trousers and a tiny tank top would completely take the word "good-looking" away from her in the event of an accident, when the woman's skin, which was so well-maintained that it would reflect a wheat-colored sheen in the sunlight, was feared to be riddled with holes and blood. On the backseat of the motorbike, where comfort was never a consideration, her long, straight, strong legs were forced to curl up together, and the two heavy semicircles on her chest were pressed against the man's back. The woman didn't look at all like she was sitting on the back seat for the first time, she was looking around on the way straightening her long legs every now and then, spreading her arms wide to enjoy the wind and the speed, and every now and then she was pointing at something on the side of the road to show the man. The man didn't care about any of this, he had to concentrate on his bike while listening attentively to the dead gold in his headphones, the raucous woman behind him whose shouts in the wind could neither make it to the man's brain over the dense drums nor could it compete with the exhaust sound from the powerful four-cylinder motorbike in the wind. He wasn't able to enter the serene state of what could be described as meditation while riding, simply because the energetic woman behind him reminded him of an equally slender and fit dark-colored figure from earlier.

It was a shame the man rarely rode in the city, which was why he had casually asked the group for the location of the grove and hurried to the far outskirts of the city that in his olden days seemed to him to be the only place to come for a body dump. The excessively low speed limit along the way had in turn given the man the opportunity to enjoy himself in the dense shade of the country lanes, gradually more and more of the cool air stored in the shadows had been sliced through their chests as they broke away from the urban heat island. The men's smiles under their helmets had been hard to hide, and the friction of the women behind them had no doubt intensified the drift of the driver's thoughts.

It was far enough away from the last hamlet he had passed that the man even feared that if he rode any further he would soon arrive at the next one. The winding lanes were already unsuitable surfaces for the man's motorbike, and it had been a long time since a car had passed them or missed them head-on. He began to slow down and look for a place to stop. At the same time, he had only just felt the tension and restraint of the girl behind him. Apparently it was the woman thinking about what was promised to happen next. As they travelled down the dirt road, the yellow dirt raised behind the car slowly began to fall back to the ground. Behind a clump of bushes, the man hid his motorbike. Looking in a direction that was more barren and hidden than his feet he couldn't wait to get there. The man who had taken the rope and whip and hat out of the sidecar of his motorbike still felt like another archaeologist as he walked through the woods.

Instead of leading the woman in the hot trousers and tank top behind him, he took it upon himself to walk all the way to the woods. Looking around for a site he didn't believe would be there, every now and then he made a sound to warn the woman behind him to watch out for rocks or branches under her feet. There were no birds chirping or fawns, no creeks or mists. The roar of an engine could even be heard in the distance. Unlike the glimpses of divinity that the man had imagined from the sunlight streaming through the shade of the trees directly onto the naked bodies bundled up against the tree trunks, the ground of the site he had found was still covered with yellow, dry earth. Not only was there no mysterious mist or lush greenery there was even a hint of barrenness and desolation. But the man had the feeling that just as little good would happen if he continued walking, and he didn't need to look back to feel the woman's slight loss, thinking of calming both of their current irritations with a moment of her crying out.

The faint sound of the rough twine tightening could be heard during the struggle, the savage and irritating material showing no mercy at all, doggedly leaving marks on the woman's tender skin. The bark was a combination of tarmac and sandpaper for the skin, yet the woman was still forced to embrace the tree. The soporific striking parts were relatively homogenous as it was too much of a hassle to change positions. Luckily, the small number of props were each successful, and the few times the man hit the tree, he was sweating profusely, not sure if it was the openness of the scene or the wildness of the outdoors. The breeze coming from the other side of the woods was cool, like the forest was fanning the man's ears. The man took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking at the woman in front of him whose head was tilted back weakly as if she was deflated, and continued to let the pleas and screams nourish nature. The wind ruffled the leaves and the shade of the trees imprinted camouflage on the woman's body. Unknown insects chirped as the woman, blindfolded and biting her lip, had no choice but to speculate on the time and location of the next lash. Gradually her voice slowly hoarsened and the logic of her words got even worse. If life really was a pendulum swinging repeatedly through boredom and pain, then at the moment she must be at the top of the pain end of the scale, while the man was on the other side repeatedly pushing her further and further away.

The man suppressed his desire to make fun of the woman's wretched posture, and did his best to play his role as stern yet strong as he should. No one knew why, but in the midst of all this tension and excitement, he thought of the days in junior high when he was called a pervert by his peers because he scribbled and drew a lot of murders, tortures, and kidnappings in his notebooks. Even though everyone he had come into contact with while growing up had said he was a gentleman and easy-going person all in one, he had never thought about where this twisted and perverted part of him had actually come from. The man was now just thankful that the scene before him now was rare and harmonious, and that he had once again done what no one else could or wanted to do, leaving a lasting memory on both sides. Though it didn't mean that a scene was as difficult or as elaborate as it might have been, it might just as well have been that the wind was extraordinarily comfortable in the moment, and this experience that would never have existed if he hadn't gone through with it was extraordinarily rewarding.

The poisonous oaths of the deepest mire are the most sincere and the most easily forgotten, and that woman's headlong walk from the man's heart in the freezing cold lit a flame with every step, and from then on that only path burned out, never to return. Every touch since then had been a different kind of mood swing, and never again had the channel been established so strongly and steadily that it was hastily dismissed. He tried hard to find a nobler justification for this desire of his, but he couldn't, he couldn't elevate any of his emotions to the level of hate born of love, couldn't even strip them of their sexuality. He remembered the frozen hell, inspiration and emotion frozen, warm floor lamps with soft blankets still remembered to feel the bones to shudder. The bitterness and bitterness was a hole in a rubbish bag that shouldn't have been ruptured, and everything that flowed out was the worst kind of filth you could ever face.

The roar of the motorbike and the vibrant flesh stimulated the senses, the shock of the acceleration and the enjoyment of his playmates gave the bored man an unrivalled sense of achievement. That was why he willingly became the supreme whip; the tireless pile driver; the elaborate playwright; the silent sadist. Before leaving the house today the man had guessed how difficult it would be to successfully carry out his plan, and hadn't underestimated the complexity and versatility of this conditioning. He just hadn't realised how easily and readily he could erupt into such a surge of reflection and feeling, as if a long clogged pipe had suddenly opened up without hope. The whip in his hand held all the excitement and pleasure through the blows converting the sensations into a back-breaking pain delivered to the unsuspecting woman.

Prolonged obedience gradually disintegrated the sense of resistance, and the harsh punishments and rewards that could only be obtained by her own efforts slowly began to make her give up the ability to think and judge at a higher level. And the various types of sensory deprivation during the meeting, physical and mental control and torture established enough authority and intimidation. He reveled in his own free play, he wasn't a narcissist, but it was hard not to feel like he was entering the realm of the gods at the moment with this process of painting himself on her soul and flesh.

[falloutjay]

Wait, you are my hero? - Kenny x Reader

This is my first ever published x Reader fanfiction ever and I tried my best.

Just as a disclaimer, its not fully proofread, so I am already sorry for that and English also isn’t my first language so sorry again. I hope you guys do enjoy it tho.

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Kenny McCormick/Mysterion x Reader

You walked around South Parks nightlife district, the so called "SoDoSoPa" with your good friend Bebe, when you heard a loud sound from a few streets away. People were running and screaming, some were on their phone calling the police. Curiously, you ran towards the noise, like some others.

"YN, stay here! That's too dangerous!" Bebe called, while she sprinted after you. Coming closer to where fires were already rising, you saw him.

"It's me! Professor Chaos! Scream like the little ants you are!" Professor Chaos was a super villain that had been terrorizing the town for quite a while now. He and General Disarray were feared individuals that only cared about creating chaos and nothing more. But he was not the reason you and others remained here, while most people would leave. People like you stayed for the Professors sworn enemies. The superheroes that protected this town. There weren't many, especially good ones, but one in particular made your head spin, when you heard his name.

"YN please. Let us leave. It's dangerous!" Bebe pleaded looking around the street. Professor Chaos had blown up a construction side and the fires where ravaging among the building. He stood on top of it laughing like a maniac with Disarray be his side.

"We can't leave. I want to see him."

"You're insane!" Bebe said again and looked around, obviously distressed.

"Come on, where are you." You whispered and your hand clutched onto your phone.

You hope to finally snap a picture of him personally instead of always cutting out the imagines in the newspaper or magazines.

People were still screaming when a roaring sound broke through.

Your eyes grew wide and you pressed record on your phone, holding it in the direction of the sound. A purple motorbike came around the corner and the person on it looked just as amazing as you imagined. His purple cape moved beautifully behind him, when he pulled off a sick drift and stopped the bike.

Mysterion, the most badass and beloved hero arrived. You worshipped this man.

In your opinion he was simply amazing. He was strong, courageous, and not afraid to die. You were so busy drooling over this hero, that you didn't noticed Bebe shaking your arm and screaming about the fire. Then a second hero arrived.

The somewhat hated "Coon".

He stood there, somewhat out of breath while screaming at Mysterion.  "Ah, Mysterion, my arch enemy." Professor Chaos laughed evilly and pointed at him from the top of the building.

"I'm here too Chaos!" The Coon screamed. Professor Chaos didn't even give him a glace and just waved his hand, while he laughed.

"Today, I will put an end to your hero career Mysterion." "Oh yeah? I'd love to see that." The purple clothed hero retorted cockily and laughed. “Stop ignoring me for fucks sake!” The Coon screamed angrily, stomping his foot on the ground.

"We will see who will be laughing at the end. Disarray!" Professor Chaos screamed and suddenly you felt yourself being pulled.

You screamed before a hand was put over your mouth. You managed to turn your head a little bit and catch a glimpse of the right-hand man of Professor Chaos, General Disarray. "I have someone, Professor!" He called out to the gigantic seeming blonde and he laughed evilly once more.

"I have a hostage, Mysterion. Now your chances are significantly smaller than ever!" He laughed again and thunder struck behind him.

"Mysterion?" He called out, after he noticed that the hero was nowhere to be seen. You felt yourself getting pushed around a lot and heard some fighting noises before strong hands grabbed you. You let out a quick scream, before you saw into deep blue eyes. You noticed immediately that Mysterion had saved you. You sadly had not seen much of the fight, like you wished you had. He must have looked amazing.

"Run. Now. Get out of here." He said in his extremely deep voice and you needed a second before you could process everything that had just happened, but you managed to nod hesitantly before you took off running. Running for your dear life. You kept a tight grip on your phone in your pocket and when you finally reached the street in which you lived, you took a short second to catch your breath. "What the..." You mumbled somewhat scared and giddy.

Hastily you took out your phone and looked through your gallery. Your heart started beating faster when you took a good look at the beautiful snapshot you took of Mysterion while he arrived on his motorcycle.

"That's so gonna be in my locker at work." You mumbled, smiling like an idiot and you probably were one. You barely managed to escape the sticky situation, but you felt like it was somewhat worth it.

For you it was worth it.

Your little obsession with Mysterion started back when you were in High School and he saved a little girl that was almost run over by a car. Back then he was not all that professional like he was today. He apparently received some funding by the government which allowed him to have that cool motorcycle and a little headquarters. No one knew who he was or where he stashed all of his belongings. But he was a hero. To the town and for you personally.

A little squeal escaped your lips, before you went to shower and then straight to bed. Mysterion was the only thing on your mind during all of this.

When your phone rang early in the morning, you were already up and going about your day. You had the picture you endangered yourself for yesterday already printed out and in your work bag.

You worked for a little company belonging to Eric Cartman. He founded it a few years back and it changed its focus ever so often.

Eric paid you well and that's what kept you in the job. When it was time to leave you simply got into your car and started driving to the outskirts of the town where Eric had his little company. You parked on your employee parking space and saw one of your close friends and also colleagues walk up.

Stan Marsh.

He was honestly better than this job, but he simply wanted to escape his father for some time, because he hated the weed farm he owned, and Eric promised him some good money.

"Morning Stan!" You called out and waved towards the raven haired. He waved back and quickly jogged up to you.

"Hey, YN. Did you hear about the whole thing yesterday with Professor Chaos?" He asked and you showed your phone.

"Already read all the articles aaaand..." You quickly pulled up the snapshot you managed to sneak yesterday. Stans eyes grew wide.

"Woah! You were there?" "Yeah! And the girl that almost got kidnapped by Disarray? That was me." You smiled and Stan shook his head. "weren't you with Bebe yesterday?"

"Yeah." You began, as the two of you sat down at your desks. "She's somewhat pissed about me standing around in danger but she's happy I wasn't hurt." Stan smiled warmly at you and you guys talked for some more until Cartman strolled into your shared office.

"Okay. Okay. So... I want a new article about Coon for my blog and I need you, Stan, to please sort out the client data and phone anyone who hasn't bought our new merch." Eric said and pointed at the "Who is the Coon?"-T-Shits and Hoodies that hang on the wall.

"But no one likes the Coon?" Stan questioned and Erics face grew a little red. "Everyone loves the Coon. Mysterion is just some asshat who plays dress up and tries to mingle with the professionalism of the Coon." Eric said through gritted teeth and Stan and you rolled your eyes.

"Sure thing." Stan mumbled and started typing. "YN, for today, please research me some new money-making ideas." You nodded and went searching.

Hours went by in which Stan and you would love to just bang your head against the tables. "Why is he so obsessed with the Coon? You could almost think he is the Coon." Stan mumbled. "Almost but... You never know. I mean, we probably will never know who Mysterion is." You answered and filled out the papers needed for a new money-making idea. Last time you guys tried NSFW-Patreon drawings; the problem was though that none of you could produce enough hentai to keep up with the demand. You guys did not notice that you had been working for a while until two beautiful blonde-haired boys poked their head in.

"You guys coming for lunch?" Butters asked. "Yeah, haven't noticed it's lunchtime yet." You said and peeked at your watch. "Hardworking as always." Butters smiled and just now you noticed he had a black eye.

"Butters, what happened there?" Stan asked and he looked scared for a second. "Just some guy who beat me up at the bar, nothing to worry about fellas." He smiled and honest to God, he was just a little sunshine all around. Unlike the blonde next to him.

Kenny was more of a player and very down to earth. He was super charismatic and confident despite his troubled upbringing.

You packed your bag and followed the guys.

Kenny didn't work for Cartman. He worked in a small car shop just a few buildings away. You didn't know why he refused to work with Cartman, but you could guess it was maybe due to Cartman being a little shit sometimes and him telling the blond always "You're pooooor Kiiinny."

Maybe Cartman’s terrible attitude really was the reason the blonde refused to work for him and only came here to have lunch with you all. "Where are we eating?"

You asked and watched Stan and Butters discuss on where to go. "How about Cafe Monet?" Stan proposed and you all agreed. Well, not really, Kenny didn't agree, he just tagged along. Once you all arrived and you were seated you guys searched through the Menu.

Kenny didn't and you knew he wasn't going to order since he was adamant about saving everything he had.

You know that since he once told you that he was saving everything he had for his sister.

You had met Karen a few times and she was a pure little angle, so you felt hard for the blond.

It melted your heart that he was trying so hard to better himself and help his siblings. Feeling generous you slid your Menu over to the blonde and smiled. "Pick something. It's on me." You whispered and he eyed you confused.

"I don't need some charity shit or something. I'm fine with eating my lunch later." He said, his blond bangs framing his face elegantly. "I know. Just see it as a friend treating a friend." You whispered back and he gifted you a half smile and went to look what he would like. Finally, you decided on a nice Fav/Dish and Kenny picked a bit of fish with potatoes and greens.

"Eating all healthy?" You questioned when the waiter out down the plate in front of him. "Yes. Staying fit is important." He said and winked confidently. You were so busy talking to the blond next to you, you did not notice the topic of your other two friends. "No no, YN was the girl." You turned your head to look at Stan pointing at you. "Huh, sorry, what was that?" You asked and Stan laughed.

"You were the girl who got almost caught up in professor Chaos evil plan weren't you?" Butters looked at you with wide eyes. He seemed trembling.

"Oh yeah, that was me. General Disarray was about to take me somewhere, but I was saved."

"Why were you there anyway?" Kenny asked with a full mouth. "Snapping pics of her crush." You eyed Stan angrily.

"He's not my crush."

"Tell that to your locker." You rolled your eyes.

"I managed to snap some good pics of Mysterion. I mean.... look!"

You digged out your phone from your pockets and showed the pictures around. "You should be a photographer or something I mean, damn. His ass Looks amazing in this one." Kenny said and inspected the pictures intensely.

"Don't encourage her to endanger herself anymore. And besides that, I don't think Mysterion would want to bang your boney ass." Stan commented snarky.

"Still more ass than you, flat cake." The blonde retorted and you and Butters simply watched the small verbal fight between them, before the two of you talked about some fashion things you knew about.

After lunch it was all back to work. It was getting tiresome around the last hour and it felt like a horrible drag. But eventually, you were finally done. You walked outside, together with Stan and you stood there.

"You need a ride home?" You asked him and he shook his head.

"Nah, I'm eating out with my family today. Just a small way to walk." You nodded and the two of you bid your goodbyes.

You got into your car and let out a deep breath. Work was tiring today, and you felt like just relaxing at home. It would be nice to maybe fill your bathtub with some loving hot water, some candles would also be nice. And cake. Yes. A cake would be needed.

So, you decided to make a small stop at the bakery before you would go home. You left your parking space and began driving through the night as you noticed a special someone sitting at a bench at the bus stop. You pulled the car up to the bench and rolled down you window.

"Kenny, what are you doing here?"

The blonde looked up from his phone and seemed surprised that you stood or rather parked there.

"Oh, I'm just waiting for the bus, the usual." He said and looked around. "But I feel like it's not coming."

He shrugged and you leaned over to open your car door.

"Hop in, I'll bring you home." You said and he reluctantly got it.

"Stop being nice, I feel like I am taking advantage." He mumbled and closed the door.

"What happened to your truck?" You asked, wondering what must have happened that Kenny had to take the bus.

"Some stupid racoons infested it and bit through some cables. I can swap them, but I had to order them online and it takes a while until they arrive." He crossed his arms, thinking about how much he wanted to strangle those stupid racoons.

"Honestly, I'm starting to see a pattern on why Coon is a raccoon."

Kenny laughed wholeheartedly with you. "That's the best thing I heard about him." Kenny bit his lip and wondered if it was okay for him to ask what he had on his mind for a while.

"Now that you already picked me up and all that..." You stole a quick glance at him before your eyes went straight back to the road. You nodded to signal him to continue.

"Would you mind hanging out for the evening?" He asked, charming as ever.

You thought about it for a moment.

"Sure, why not. I'll still get me some cake though." You said and pointed at the approaching bakery.

"Why?" He questioned curiously as you parked swiftly in front of the store.

"I feel like taking a nice long bath later and maybe I'll relax with some cake."

"You don't need cake to relax when you can have me."

Kenny's smile was incredibly devious and playfully. Normally girls would probably freak out or something about this comment, but between you and Kenny it had become somewhat normal.

"No thanks. The cake won't disappoint me after thirty seconds." You said and got out.

Kenny wanted to protest but you simply smiled devilishly and went straight into the store. Kenny used this time he was given to think of some witty comebacks.

He was not gonna let you have the last word about this. When you came back to the car, and got in, you were told: "You don't need to hide that you just wanna masturbate and think about Mysterion while touching yourself.

Kenny sat there with a smug expression and you rolled your eyes. You placed the package in the back and then gave him a light punch onto the arm.

"That one was good, I'll admit that. But you know, I'd rather think about Mysterion than be touched by you." You said and laughed.

Kenny needed to laugh too, mainly because the whole topic was simply in his favor, even when you were not aware of that.

"Ah, I love our banter." Kenny said and got comfortable in the passenger seat while he watched you drive.

"So do I. Oh, by the way, I got you and Karen some cake too. You'll treat me another time."

"Treat you with my dick? Or would you like my tongue?"

"If your name isn't Mysterion, no chance."

It was more banter to you than actually real. You were not that horny for Mysterion.

Everyone just loved to make this shitty joke at your expense ever so often, but you honestly didn't mind.

"Ah come on. And if I get a costume like his and change my voice a little?"

"Still no chance. Sorry Ken."

That still was a stupid lie. You sure were attracted to Kenny, I mean, who wouldn't. He was a tall, dirty blonde, blue-eyed hard-working man, with a soft spot for his family and great humor. You weren't surprised when you learned how many girls had little crushes on him. He was good looking and even when he wasn't the wealthiest, he was a kindhearted soul.

When you finally reach your apartment complex the two of you got out and Kenny followed you patiently to the fourth floor. Inside your apartment he went straight for the couch and relaxed. You let him be but reminded him of the no shoes rule. He begrudgingly took of his heavy and run-down boots and put them aside. He also, to your surprise, took of his orange trademark parka and tossed it into a corner.

"You'll pick it up later." You remarked from the kitchen when you saw him do that.

"Yeah, Yeah, I will."

You knew full when that he just said that so you wouldn't start a discussion with him. You knew that but still let it slide. For now, at least. You prepared a little sandwich for yourself before you plopped down onto the couch next to the blond.

"So, what are we doing?" You asked with your mouth full and he shrugged.

"How about you take that bath you were talking about and I watch you do so."

Did this shit eating grin ever leave his face?

"Nah, I'm good." You said and smiled back.

"Ah come on." He whined but laughed immediately after.

"Let's just watch some TV." You proposed and snagged the remote to put something on.

You guys were just lazily watching some random show while also being on your phones. All that was on your mind was that bath though. You loved Kenny to death but right now you were just craving some hot warm water all around you.

"Would you mind if I take that bath I was talking about? I really feel like I need that."

You said and the blonde smiled without taking his eyes off the phone. "I'd need you naked too."

You threw one of the couch pillows at him and pretended to laugh.

"Ha ha ha. You're sooo funny, it almost hurts me." You said, got up and walked into your bathroom to start the water.

In the next minutes you were setting up the candles and got your cake ready. When the water was almost ready, Kenny leaned in the doorway and watched you ignite the last candles.

"Jeez, you're going all out. Looks nice though." He said and gave you a low whistle.

"You wanna have me join you sweetheart?" He said and walked over to your kneeling figure. Kenny also got down to one knee and basically massaged your shoulders. You let out a deep sigh and rolled your eyes.

"Hey, Ken, listen, I really appreciate you and love our jokes and shit, but I don't think we should bang. It would be like... I don't know, super awkward if we had something and then just keep being friends and all that. And You're a great friend and I don't want to lose you, you know."

Kenny's smile faded and he frowned a little. "YN, I fucked so many girls and guys and I'm friendly with most of them and even their old or new partners. I'm sure it won't change a thing." He said charmingly and turned your head towards his.

You stared deeply into his eyes and you inspected the beautiful bright blue spots that highlighted it and the dark blue edges, while your heads came closer. You had never seen Kenny’s eyes up close.

And suddenly it struck you.

It felt like an ice cube slide down your spine and you trembled. You pulled your head back and basically fell onto your ass. Kenny eyed you confused and offered you a hand to get back up.

"No, I'm fine... I-I'll just take the bath if you don't mind." You laughed nervously and still confused Kenny nodded and held up his hands in defense.

"I get it, I get it. You won't resist me forever." He smiled and walked out. You were left there, breathing away the strange feeling of panic.

You quickly undressed yourself and went into the hot water. It calmed your racing thoughts down for a little bit and you managed to order them.

The blue, the highlights, the dark edges that formed a beautiful circle. The few freckles underneath the eyes. Why did Mysterion and Kenny have identical eyes? What, How, why, just... Argh!

You began stuffing yourself with cake and tried your best to make any sense of the situation. Was Kenny Mysterion, or did they just have similar eyes?

Or... You thought about it long and hard and eventually.... It kind of just... Clicked?

It made sense.

Kenny was living alone, he was young, in shape, the piecing blue eyes, the need to protect others, some jokes he made... It... It just fitted together like a puzzle.

You quickly finished up your bath and went outside after blowing out the candles.

"What a view." Kenny joked from the couch and you just went straight into your bedroom.

This perverted guy you were close friends with was really the pure and kindhearted Mysterion? In your head it barely made any sense but you kind of just felt like your theory was correct.

You got dressed quickly and just sat on your bed, trying to picture the blond in the purple costume without the hood.

It just fit.

The height, the figure.

Everything.

After a few minutes you heard a knock on your door and carefully Kenny came in.

"Good, you're dressed. Even if I don't mind you in less clothes."

You didn't respond or gave him any attention.

"YN, is everything, all right? You're suddenly so wei- You're Mysterion, aren't you?" You interrupted him and looked straight at him.

He seemed surprised, taken back, unsure.

Everything, Kenny was normally not.

"Me? Mysterion? Sweetheart, was the water too hot?" He laughed when he collected himself again.

"No. Not at all. When Mysterion saved me, he starred straight into my eyes. You guys have the same eyes, freckles, skin tone." You said and waved your hands around.

"I guess no point in denying then. I should have been more careful." He said and sat down next to you.

"Please keep it to yourself. I'm sure if someone knows who I am, they will target the people I'm trying to protect." He said and his hand went through his hair.

"Does anyone else know?" You questioned and he shook his head.

"Nope. Not even Karen. It is dangerous if someone knows who I am. So, I always kept it a secret. I guess my only mistake was trying to fuck you after you were that close to Mysterion but..." He grinned evilly, "You said no one could fuck you except Mysterion. So... Here I am." His hand moved from his head to his knees, presenting himself.

"I wish I was as confident as you." You mumbled.

"I can't believe the hero I always looked up to is... You?" You said, raising and eyebrow and inspecting the blonde once more.

"Disappointed?" He questioned and tilted his head.

"I don't know."

"You wanna know what's funny to me?"

You looked at him, waiting for his reply, but as soon as you saw that shit eating grin on his face, you knew it'd be bad.

"That ass you admired and took pictures of was mine. The guy in your locker is me. It is so funny. You obsessed over me, without knowing it was me. That's so fucking funny, I wish I could tell someone."

He laughed his ass off and fell onto your bed. He just kept saying how funny it is and you felt more and more like a fool.

"Can you shut up, this is embarrassing and confusing you asshat." He finally got back up and held his hands up in a defensive manner.

"Woah, woah, no need to be so hostile." He spoke. You simply rolled your eyes.

"I love that I now have more material to make fun of you. But also, I feel flattered that you love me, without having seen this beautiful face."

"Someday you'll choke on that humongous ego of yours."

"I'd rather choke you."

You had a small starring contest and you lost when you just busted out laughing.

"So, now that you know my secret, I'm sure you will not say anything about it..." He asked and took your hand.

"I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Good, otherwise I'd have to kill you." He said in his Mysterion voice and the grip on your hand got stronger. You felt scared for a second, before he smiled again.

"Just a joke." You just nodded.

"Ahh, come on Sweetheart..." You looked at him again and he had this smug expression once more.

"Don't you love this." And he switched the voice again.

Still somewhat embarrassed and also confused because the guy you had a small crush on turned out to be a friend of yours, your cheeks heat up and immediately Kenny picked up on it.

"I can tell you like it." He whispered into your ear.

"Dude, this feels like some weird roleplay or something." You giggled.

"We can make it that. I still have some of my older costumes."

You laughed once more and bit your lip, while Kenny pushed you slowly onto your bed and got on top of you.

"Oh, shut up Mysteribitch."

"Oh, I'll make you my bitch."

He laughed, before he slowly pressed his lips onto yours. His lips felt somewhat rough and at the same time smooth, kind of just like you imagined what it'd be like.

And also, just like you imagined, his tongue found its way into your mouth rather quickly.

You continued making out for quite a while and honestly, to you it felt like heaven. But eventually you carefully pressed your hands against his chest after they had wandered down from his soft hair and you pressed him away.

"What... Don't tell me you're thinking about this staying friends shit again." He said somewhat aggravated. You shook your head.

"No, I just wanted to ask if you could bring one of those old costumes next weekend. Maybe we can pick up on that roleplay idea." You whispered against his lips and he smiled into the now following kiss.

"Good. I was just gonna say that I don't wanna be friends. I kinda wanna be more. I like you a lot YN." He whispered in-between the kisses.

"I'm fine with that." You whispered back and the two of you just smiled into the many kisses you now shared. And pretty much, just like you expected, it didn't take long for Kenny’s hands to roam around your body and finally wandered underneath your shirt.

You did not just make out that night.

It led to much more and you loved every second of it. When your alarm woke you up in the morning, it felt strange to feel these strong arms around you. You carefully woke Kenny up and told him it was time to get up.

"I don't wanna. It's so nice here. The view it to die for." He said as you got up.

"Go shower. I'll drop you off at work."

"Fine." He mumbled and walked past you, naked.

"The pure confidence of this man."

You got dressed and ready for work, as did Kenny begrudgingly. While you also made him a bit of lunch, he stole some kisses ever so often. You honestly were surprised at this, you imagined this part differently, but of course you did not complain. When you were finally in your car and on your way to work, he proposed an idea.

"Okay, so of you wanna do that roleplay shit, I'll Go the extra mile. Just for you, I'll surprise you with the whole thing. Just leave your window open next weekend and you might be visited by the hero with the great ass." He winked.

You bit your lip, feeling aroused just thinking about it.

"I will do so. Hope Mysterions dick is as good as my boyfriends." You teased and Kenny laughed rather hard.

"Feels strange hearing you say that, but I can get used to it."

"Good." You answered and you two smiled like idiots, thinking all about your crazy plans, while you pulled into your parking space.

"You walk over to your work?" You questioned as you saw Stan approaching from the corner of your eye.

"Yeah. See you at lunch, Babe." He pressed a final kiss onto your lips and took off to his own work.

Stan whistled as you caught up to him.

"I thought you were crushing on Mysterion?" Stan questioned with a smile on his thin lips.

"I kinda got over it. Kenny's a pretty good catch anyway, I think he's the closest to Mysterion that there is." You smiled and Stan laughed at your comment.

"If You say so."

"Oh, you don't know the half of it." You smiled, knowing this secret between you and Kenny will spice thing up in your relationship.

[some-dr-writings]

Fuyuhiko x Reader who won’t confess

·       Of all people you could have fallen for, why did it have t be the YAKUZA BOSS!? He has a bad temper on top of that! What if you tried asking him out and he was insulted by it so he had you killed!? Nope! No! You couldn’t do it! You were way too scared! It would be best you ignore the feelings…

·       …

·       But how could you!? Sure, he was a hot head, but he was a good guy, kind and loyal to his friends. It didn’t help either that you saw each other every day because you were in the same class. It also REALLY didn’t help that your best friend there was Peko, her and Fuyuhiko never spent much time together but the few times they did they seems to be good friends, and Peko seemed to know a lot about Fuyuhiko, so the pair of you would end up talking about him and your crush on him often.

·       “I understand your apprehension, but you can try talking to him more, nothing has happened to our other classmates who have gotten close to him.” “Peko. Gurl. I am the Super High School Level Crime Boss. I may be bold and cunning, but I’m not going to approach the heir of the biggest and greatest crime syndicate in Japan with something like this. I could go with the excuse we are both great powers and should be on amicable terms so we don’t slaughter one another, but that would be a lie, and we don’t lie in my family.” “… Would it be a lie to say you wanted to get to know him because you like him, and he is your classmate?” “… Hmm… perhaps. Even so, I don’t need others on looking, possibly seeing us getting chummy and taking that as a threat.”

·       You didn’t avoid the man per se, but you did try to spend as little time with him as possible, fearful of him asking something in just the right way where you couldn’t dance around it and would have to confess. The few times you did get to spend time together was rather nice.

·       The wind rolled past carrying bright green leaves along with it, a much-needed break from the heat that came pouring down from the cloudless sky. You sighed, taking a sip of your cold drink. With the condensation on the glass, it slipped in your hands for a moment, almost spilling into your lap. You and Peko chatted away at the balcony of the café, loving the summer day. You sighed noticing Fuyuhiko from the corner of your eye. You had figured out long ago that Peko was Fuyuhiko’s secret bodyguard, the man always was near by whenever the pair of you spent time together outside of school. He was even generous and kind to his subordinates letting them live life outside of his syndicate. It truly kind man.

·       “Hmm, oh, Kuzuruyu, hello.” “Huh?” “What?” Clearly both you and the man were caught off guard, it evident on your faces. “What are you doing here?” “Uh… Well, this place just opened but I’ve heard nothing but good things, so I decided to check it out.” “Same with us. Say why don’t you join us?” You spat out your drink, choking on it mid-sip hearing the suggestion, thankfully for the heir who only would have gotten flustered if you had noticed the bright scarlet that had erupted on his cheeks when he approached you and Peko. “Y/N!?” “I’ll get some more napkins.” Peko immediately dashed off, leaving Fuyuhiko with you. You were still coughing, covering your face with napkins, embarrassed by the whole situation and not wanting your crush to see you like this. Nervously Fuyuhiko pat your back, feeling too awkward to do much else. When you settled down you were completely embarrassed but tried to remain calm and let the staff clean the table. “You okay?” “Physically, yes. Emotionally, no, I am a wreak right now.” “Ah.” …

·       …

·       Thankfully for the awkwardness neither of you tried to make idle chit-chat allowing you to notice… something. “Since the staff are taking care of things let’s look for Peko.” “Yeah.” Instead, you both immediately left the premises. Your suspicion was confirmed, you were being followed. At the first opportunity you raced to anything you could use for a quick getaway, a motorcycle this time. Mentally you apologized to the couple and made sure make a note to repay them with a new motorbike later as you slammed a helmet on Fuyuhiko’s head, dashing away on the bike.

·       “Sorry for getting you caught up in this. I recognize the bastard, some assassin who’s like a cockroach, won’t just die no matter how much lead I pump into em’!” A bang sounded, a gun having been fired, the bullet landing right beside the tire sending a few sparks flying. “A cockroach. I’ve dealt with the likes before. Focus on driving, I’ll take care of them.” “Alright. Let’s see how good of a shot you are!” A chuckle seeped out of you, the thrill of the chase always something you couldn’t help but enjoy no matter the danger. With a rev of the engine you took a sharp turn, turning around, leaving skid marks on the pavement as you did so before charging head on for the car behind you. Fuyuhiko blew out a tire as you raced past. “Only two in the car, usually has at least ten assistants. Don’t let your guard down!” “Wasn’t going too. This isn’t my first assassination plot.” “Except you’re a bystander who got dragged in this time, so at least you aren’t the primary target.”

·       Fuyuhiko kept up carefully aimed fire, only having so-many bullets, but you though trying to escape and dodge fire you also specifically made opportunities for Fuyuhiko to get good shots in on any attackers.

·       “Fuck! Gun’s jammed!” “OF COURSE!” Fuyuhiko kept muttering swears under his breath desperately trying to get the damn thing to work again. You looked over your shoulder for a moment, finding Fuyuhiko opted the hurl the junk at the car, cracking the windshield right on the driver’s side. “Hah! Nice one.” “Don’t celebrate just yet. We’re out of fire now.” “Hell no! We could die at any moment, so we’ve gotta celebrate when we can!” You laughed, speeding away as the car behind you wavered, almost crashing. Still though it made chase. Now it was completely up to you to keep you both alive. Taking a sharp turn off the street you instead raced down an alleyway in between buildings. You smiled seeing where you were. “Take in that ocean air Kuzuryu! We’re almost home free!” “Home free you say? Alright, show me what you’ve got!”

·       “There’s more assassins!” “Got it.” Unfortunately the streets by the sea side were much narrower than deeper in the city so dodging was near impossible, all you could do was weave between cars and hope for the best.

·       “Kuzu, Hold on tight!” You dashed through traffic, turning into the opposite lane and cutting across it, slipping between spaces in the railing. Unfortunately, the hill beyond the railing was a bit steeper than you remembered, the pair of you being in the air for a while before crashing down, wavering too much you could only keep balance for a few moments before flipping over.

·       “Hey. Hey, Y/N!” You groaned, slowly getting up, your head ringing and the world swirling and spinning. “Y-you alright?” “For now, but we need to go!” Taking your arm he pulled you up and ran along. The motorcycle left deep marks in the ground, signaling where it crashed, pointing out where you were. “Just gotta get to the docks. We’ll be safe there.” “Got it!”

·       Quickly the pair of you ran along, hiding behind anything you could, from shrubbery to beach umbrellas, the gun fire raining down around you. However for a short time it did suddenly come to a stop. “Peko!” Indeed it was the swords woman, putting a stop to the attacks as long as she could.

·       “Young Master!” Finally you had reunited on the docks. Not stopping for even a moment you raced for a building, kicking the door down upon entering. “Get in the seaplane, now!” The moment your companions were in, you started the engine, immediately going not even giving them the opportunity to strap in.

·       You were surrounded by nothing but blue. Blue skys, blue water, not another plane or boat in sight. You let out a shaky breath, shuttering. “Holy hell, I have not had a chase like that in a while! You two okay? If not there’s a first aid kit under my seat. If you have any serious injuries we’ll have to land and do work on the wing of the plane. But if it can wait for an hour or so we can take care of it on the island.” It was a rather small plane, just for personal use so there was little room, only enough for four seats to be squished against to one another. “I’m fine. Peko-” “I am unharmed. However, you have several cuts.” “Y/N, you’ve been shot!” You gritted your teeth, instead focusing on piloting. “Maybe… but it can wait.” “No! You’re landing this thing right now!” “Kuzuryu! The island has much better supplies for this, and though I know there are no other sea planes in the docks they could have them hidden elsewhere and I want minimal risk of them finding us and my private hideaway. So we have to out run them” “… Fine, but we’re using the first aid kit on you.”

·       You winced as Peko and Fuyuhiko tried patching the wound as best they could. The bullet didn’t get in too deeply but the longer your flight went on the more that fiery pain seeped into you, it no longer being ignorable as your adrenaline lowered and slowed. You could feel our heart pounding against your rib cage, your breathing getting heavier. “Y/N, you’re pale.” “I-I’m fine.” “Like Hell you are! Don’t pull that bull shit with me!” “I can fly this thing, if I can keep doing that I’m fine. It… it’s not too much farther now.”

·       …

·       You were in the cabin. “A-aunty, Uncle.” You smiled, knowing you had arrived at the island safely seeing the elderly pair. “Wh-where’s my guests? How are they?” The woman simply gestured to the wide open doors leading to your tropical paradise, the sand and ocean waves so close, Fuyuhiko and Peko standing in the frame. Fuyuhiko had a few bandages but seemed fine. Both of them looked relived. “Boss shall we leave you with your guests?” “Yeah, but before you go, how long till I’m healed?” “You may get up now.” You looked questioningly to the older gentleman. “We sedated you with sleeping drugs this time so you would not have to just lie in bed and constantly sneak out instead of resting for your health.” “H-hey! I’m not that reckless!” “Boss, you had three bullet wounds.” You simply shriveled in your bed. “I-I needed to check on everyone else myself. Too many got injured that time. Those basters needed to pay.” “And you can not risk your health when doing so, Boss.” “… Thank you, Uncle. You and Aunty prepare some food for us.” In unison the elderly folk said ‘Yes, boss’ heeding your command and making their leave. “I shall assist.” And Peko left with them. Slowly you sat up, getting out of bed. “Well… care for a walk? I feel rather sluggish from having slept for several days at least apparently.” “Sure.”

·       Even if you would regret it later, you could safely spend time with the man now, knowing none other than Peko where here to protect him and heed his command. Just this once you could get a little closer without fear, and more importantly, learn exactly how bad his injuries were.

·       You took the chance to explain to Fuyuhiko just who exactly your assailants were, how they were actually an organization made by rogue government officials who wanted you dead no matter the consequences. How this island was your personal place you only allowed the most trusted of family members in your organization to go to, or those injured should this place be the most convenient, how you ‘Aunty’ and ‘Uncle’ were individuals who had worked in your organization since you first created it and were like family though not actually being blood related to you or even married to one another. And… you just kept talking like how you found this island and made it your home away from home, about school and your classmates. You both just talked about whatever through the day.

·       And soon there you were sitting on the sandy shore, looking up to the starlit sky. “Really? I don’t believe it.” “No, I really did crash the car there.” “You call the assassins cockroaches, but that more so describes you.” “What!?” Fuyuhiko couldn’t help but chuckle a little seeing your reaction. “Yeah, surviving car crashes, being shot through the chest, poisoning, now a motorcycle crash. Seems you’re unkillable.” “Excuse me, but all of those were calculated risks!” “Exactly. Even in crazy situations you can keep calm and take the less disastrous outcome…” His smile faded, a more serious expression taking on his features. “Y’know… When I step up as the leader of the Kuzuryu clan, I’ll need someone strong, and capable by my side… maybe… someone like you.” “……… Are you… confessing, or am I horribly misreading this.” Fuyuhiko froze, a blush flaring up on his cheeks. “Well, I think we worked rather well together today so… W-wanna go out?” “Yes! Absolutely yes!” “O-oh… alright then.” Clearing his throat he stood up. “Well… it’s getting late, I’m shoving off to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow… maybe you could give me a run of the grounds here?” “Yeah, definitely!” “Good… I’m looking forward to it.”

·       “Oh my god, Peko, I finally asked them out! And they said ‘Yes’!” “Good for you, Young Master.” “I didn’t even hesitate! I know you said they it would be safe since nothing had happened to our other classmates, but… they’re still the Boss of the greatest crime syndicate over seas! This could have gone horribly and I just did it! I didn’t even use the excuse we should be on good terms or allies, so we don’t kill each other. I just asked them out!”

·       Even if Peko’s plan didn’t go quite as she thought it would it still worked out. Her duty is to protect her young master, so it would not do for him to kill himself due to stressing over asking his crush out. She already knew things were going to turn out great for the pair of you. You were so alike and so drastically different you just complimented one another perfectly.

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Party Girl - Chapter 1 - JJ x Reader

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: Swearing, underaged drinking (Basically the same as the actual show).

Synopsis: JJ x reader where reader feels trapped in her upper class world and meets JJ at a party before proceeding to have her life turned on it’s head.

I’m considering making this into a series but we will see what happens. P.S if there are mistakes it is because it is rather long so I probably missed out some things while editing.

The sea was your home, you’d been brought up with it. The waves lapping at the sandy beach shore had been your only constant and therefore it had come as no surprise to anyone who knew you when you said you wanted to become a scuba instructor. The dream had been far fetched and just that, a dream. To anyone from a less controlling world, such a job would seem like something reasonably easy to attain – aside from the cost of all the course’s and gear – because high grades aren’t needed. The people who think that don’t have your parents.

You had been born into a rich family and you weren’t complaining as far as money goes but money can only go so far and materialistic ideals often fail to bring happiness. With the money had come expectations and obligations which controlled your whole family’s lives and with the expectations and obligations came unhappiness. Your youthful dreams had been crushed by the ideals of your parents and sculpted into goals more accommodating to their high standards.

Your life had taken this turn when you were just 14 and you had gotten your first low grade in school. After your teacher called up your parents to inform them about your grade drop – which had been considerable – you had had to have the talk with your parents about your future. “Dive instructors don’t need high grades,” you had said only to have your sessions at the dive school you went to on the weekends ripped away from you; math tutoring filling up your weekends instead. From then on life as you knew it changed for the worst, partying later on became a habit because it was something you could do to help ignore the path your parents had laid out for you. This brings us to the now.

“Okay, what do you think of this?” you say peaking a head through the drapes covering the entrance to your closet, before throwing them away from your body dramatically. “Awe, why is no one looking?” Pouting you place a hand on your hip and stare expectantly at your two girl-friends. Abigale is lying on your bed on her back scrolling through her phone and Marlene is fixing her hair at your dressing table.

“Babes, sorry but this is far more interesting.” Abigail says continuing to scroll through her phone.

Marlene looks up, “It’s cute, but a bit revealing don’t you think?”

“It’s not by fault boys can’t keep it in their pants,” you reply flopping down next to Abigale on your bed and poking at her shoulder. “Time?”

“6.45, be patient. Just five more minutes till we go.” Abigale continues to scroll through her phone.

“Your brother and his friends are taking us, right?” Marlene says, pulling at the pieces of her hair that are too short to fit into her high ponytail.

“Yeah, well he said he would anyway. The hair-spray is in the second draw to the right.”

“Thanks, you’re a life saver.” Marlene proceeds to rummage around in said draw, finally pulling out a large can of hair-spray and getting to work on plastering her baby hairs to her head.

You lay there for a minute, the room silent aside from the music playing from your stereo before there is a rather harsh knock on the door.

“You girls commin’ or do we have to leave without you?” Blake, your brother, yells from the other side of the door.

“We are coming now,” you call back before bouncing up and off the bed and almost skipping around your room to switch off your fan, radio and finally the lights when both Abigale and Marlene have exited. You also remember to grab a jacket from the storage cupboard in the hallway so as not to be drilled into by Blake about your less then decent top.

When you get downstairs, you see both Rafe and Kelce standing near the door. A 6 pack of beer is in Kelce’s right hand and there is another one on the counter.

“Topper not with you tonight?” you question, skipping past both your brother’s friends and out the open door.

“No, he’s spending the night with Sarah,” Rafe says, following you out. Rafe has always had a thing for you and it makes you slightly uncomfortable when he blatantly hits on you. However, due to you always shutting down his advances he usually ends up with some other girl by the end of the evening – more often then not, Abigale.

“I call shotgun,” you yell as you get closer to Blake’s expensive new car.

“No, you don’t, you’re getting in the back.” Blake responds, coming up from behind you and guiding you to the back door. You pout but get in anyway, both your friends following you in. Blake and Kelce get in the front, Rafe not getting in at all and instead going over to his old motor bike. Rafe follows behind on his bike as your brother drives out the drive way. Rafe has been complaining about that bike for a while because his father refused to buy him one of the newer models due to Mr. Cameron not being a fan of motorbikes.

The car journey is short and soon you are near the beach. Blake parks up, Rafe gliding his bike in next to the car.

“You stay out of trouble tonight. I’m not being responsible for anything dumb you do,” your brother says sternly as you get out of the car looking a bit too excited.

“We’ll try keep her out of trouble,” Marlene says, getting out of the car behind you. You scoff slightly because you know that both Marlene and Abigale will be off with random guys at the end of the night. With a warning look from Blake you shut you mouth and turn away from him.

“See you suckers,” you say pulling off your jacket and chucking it into the still open car before running onto the beach. You slow to a walk when the gathering of people comes into sight. You here Blake curse you out in the distance and Rafe laugh but you don’t turn back and keep heading down to the party.

The first thing you go to do when you get down to the group is head to the kegger for a drink. The boy handling the kegger, is blonde and attractive. You can tell from his attire that he isn’t from the wealthier side of the figure eight – not that you expected him to be. His hair is matted with a mixture of sweat and beer.

“A cup, please.” You say as you reach him.

“Got lost on your way back from the golf course, princess?” The rugged boy says, running a hand through his blonde hair.

“Do you really take me as the kind to play golf?”

“Fair,” he says, pulling a cup from the packet and filling it up. Even though he is pouring you a drink he still seems slightly hostile. You get the feeling that he doesn’t want you on this side of the figure 8.

Giving you a now full cup, he begins to speak, “Now beat it, princess. You don’t belong here.” Your mouth involuntarily opens and affronted you turn you nose up at him slightly.

“Last time I checked there wasn’t any rules about where I can and can’t go,” you reply, annoyed. “Your allowed on our side of the island.”

“’Your side’,” he scoffs and you cringe at what you just said. “The only reason we are allowed on ‘your side’ is because we work there.”

You consider apologising but your pride gets in the way. Before you can turn and walk away Rafe comes up beside you.

“Praying on my kind now are you, JJ? Didn’t know you had the guts to try it with one of our girls.” Rafe comments slyly.

“As if I’d ever want to get with her,” he replies, looking you up and down. Now you are even more annoyed then before. Was he suggesting you weren’t good enough for him? Calling you ugly? The judging look he shot at you pointed to both of them.

“Let’s go Rafe, don’t waste your time on him.” You say out of anger and Rafe grins nodding before wrapping his arm around your waste, making you slightly uncomfortable, as you walk away.

“Yeah, run away like the cowards you are,” JJ shouts after you and although you can feel Rafe’s arm muscles clench, he and you keep walking towards your brother and friends.

Once you are far enough away from JJ you shake Rafe’s arm from around your waste and down your drink. Marlene has disappeared but Kelce, your brother and Abigale are standing in a group together. A girl you have never seen before is hanging off your brother’s arm and another one is standing beside him as he lifts his beer up to his mouth whilst talking to Kelce. Abigale is subtlety glaring at you from where she is standing over by Kelce. You guess it is because she must have seen Rafe’s arm around you before you shook him off. As you get over to the group you get another set of eyes on you. Your brother gives you a stern look and you role your eyes and sigh feeling like everyone is mad at you tonight.

“(Y/N), we need to talk,” Abigale states when you get over to the group. Kelce raises an eyebrow at you but says nothing as you bow your head and - grabbing two beers off the ground - you follow your friend away from the group. When you both stop walking you drop the beers into the sand and go to sit down, but as you see Abigale make no move to sit down as well you stop and straighten up.

“I saw you with Rafe, you snake.”

“Abby, I swear it is not what you think. He put his arm around me, not the other way around,” you close your eyes as you start to feel the buzz from the drink you downed earlier.

“Oh yes sure and I guess it was just a coincidence that you shrugged his arm off right when you got in eye sight of me.” Abigale pushes at your shoulder and you stumble back slightly.

“It isn’t like that.” You massage your temples.

“Tell me what is it like then?”

“For goodness sake Abigale, it is not my fault that he put his arm around me!” you exclaim rather loudly, frustration in your voice.

“You know what, why should I believe you? You have always been a slut. Don’t come near my man again or I’ll give you more just a push.” With that Abby turns away from you, flicking her long hair in your face and strutting back to the group. Slapping both hands to your cheeks you sink down to the ground and sit on the sand, facing out to the sea. Getting a beer and open it with one of the keys in your back pocket. You think about what she said to you. I’m not a slut, am I? It isn’t my fault boys come up to me when I’m dancing. It isn’t like I ever give them any indication I want more. You take a long sip of the beer before putting you head in your hands. Great, you think, I’ve probably just lost my best friends. Too be honest with yourself they weren’t amazing friends in the first place, you weren’t even sure Abigale liked you beforehand but you’ve known both of them since you were little so you stuck with them.

Taking your head out of your hands you finish up the beer. You crack open the other one and putting both lids in your back pocket and picking up the other glass you head back to where you had left your brother and everyone else. To your surprise they aren’t there but hearing a commotion from the main group of people you drop both your empty bear bottles next to the pile your brother and his friends had left and head over to the noise.

When you get over there you see what has been causing all the noise.

“Blake!” You yell, pushing through the people in front of you to get to set of fighting boys. A boy with slightly long hair is going at it with Rafe while JJ has your brother in a choke hold. Although your brother is bigger and a lot bulkier than JJ, JJ seems to over power him with fighting experience. Not knowing quite what to do as you see your brother gasping for air and in JJ’s grip, all that is rushing through your head is that you need to get JJ off him. You don’t trust the boy not to seriously injure him, after all he seemed spiteful enough to want to do so earlier. Thinking fast you run at them, jumping on JJ’s back. He lets out a startled huff but doesn’t let go of your brother.

“Let go of him, you dick!” you yell and when he still doesn’t you have another – not fully thought out – idea. You sink your teeth into his shoulder hard and he yelps, letting go of your brother and dropping him to the ground. The crowd are all making a ruckus behind you and the noise from them is all you can hear as JJ shakes you off him and you fall onto your but on the ground. Your brother gets up from the ground where he had been trying to catch his breath and punches JJ repetitively until he falls to the ground. He then sends a kick JJ’s way not paying any attention to you. Seeing the well-aimed kick at the boy you had just bitten; you jump onto JJ who is on his back on the ground.

“Stop, Blake! He has had enough!” You scream out ready to take the kick which never comes.

Suddenly, everyone starts bolting and you hear a yell, “Police!” someone says.

The beer hits you in that moment and you aren’t able to move fast enough. Next thing you know you find yourself pushed into a police car next to a pretty battered JJ. He ignores you for the whole journey, looking out of the window but you aren’t to bothered by it opting to worry about how your parents would react to this. You get to the station relatively quickly and once you have given the officers your name and parents details you are placed in an empty holding cell with JJ. You sit in silence for a while, considering the mess you are in and how you are going to deal with your parents who you know will be fuming.

“You really bit me,” JJ says, breaking the silence and massaging his aching shoulder. This brings you out of your thought and you look at him as he rubs the place you bit.

“Yeah,” you say sheepishly, scrunching your nose. “Sorry about that”

JJ shrugs it off, the malice from earlier some what gone. “Can you come take a look at my side for me? I can’t see it but it kills.” He turns around so you are facing his back, so your nod is lost to him, but he hears you as you shuffle closer to him. Your cold hands touch his bare back as you fingers pull his shirt up and he flinches slightly.

“Awe, can the poor baby not handle the cold?” You tease, opting to put aside your disagreement from earlier now that you will be sharing a cell for the foreseeable future. Running a cold finger up his spine, you feel him shiver again and you coo as he huffs, irritated. You can almost picture his expression and you laugh smugly.

“Just check my side, smart-arse.” He grumbles sounding slightly amused. You finally check his side and sure enough it is starting to bruise.

“That looks like it hurts,” you say, voice laced with concern even though you have only just met him. He tugs his shirt out of your hand and pulls it back-down.

“No-shit-sherlock.” He turns around to face you and you fall into him slightly as you had initially been balancing on you knees, hands on his back.

“I have a name you know,” you say pulling away from him quickly, face flushed. You’re not sure why you are getting so hot and bothered because sure he is good looking but you’ve known and know many good-looking guys and have always managed to keep your cool around them. You figure it must be all the drink going to your head.

“Oh, I know.” He smirks at you and you raise your eyebrows.

“So why don’t you use it then, Mr know it all.”

“Does it annoy you that I don’t use it?”

“Yes.” He gives you a look, eyes sparkling. He seems so free, so lively and full of adventure – these qualities draw you to him.

“Well, there is your answer then.” You huff in response and move slightly away from him and put your back to the wall. He moves to put his back against the wall as well, forgetting about his side temporarily. It is brought to the front of his mind again as he hits it against the wall and hisses.

“You okay?” You turn to him and scan his face. He just grimaces.

“Peachy.”

“Stop with the smart replies, you’re not falling anyone. I know you side must be hurting you more then you seem happy to admit.”

“And how would you know?”

“I’ve had my fair share of injuries.” His brow crinkles as he looks at you.

“You?” He sounds surprised.

“Let’s just say I’m not the most rational drunk.”

“A party-girl, huh? I never would have guessed.” He says, still grinning but his brow creases slightly; you don’t bring him up on it. “So, what else do you do in your free time?”

“Why do you care?” You ask, suddenly getting defensive. In truth since scuba diving had been stripped from you, all you had really been doing with your life was partying, studying and hanging out with your most likely fake friends.

“I don’t but in case you hadn’t noticed, sweetheart, we aren’t getting out of here any time soon, so amuse me.”

His comment annoys you slightly but not seeing the point of arguing you indulge him. “Oh, you know, the usual kooky things, shopping, big soirée’s, hanging with friends.” You say only slightly sarcastically.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that, but there has to be more to you then that.”

“I used to scuba-dive,” you say, looking down slightly and JJ can’t help but notice that the memory seems to pain you.

“Used to?” He questions you but is cut off as a police officer comes up to the cell door and takes out a set of keys, shoving one in the lock and unlocking the cell.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” he calls out and you stand up.

“That’s me,” you say trying to act more confident then you really are.

“Your parents have come to pick you up; they are waiting in the waiting room. You are free to leave,” the man says.

“Perks of having kook parents,” JJ spits out spitefully and when you go to look back at him, he won’t meet your eyes. His ‘angry at all people who are rich’ façade is back up and you roll your eyes at him.

“Are you going to be okay, JJ?” You say – one last attempt at making peace with the boy.

“Just fine, don’t worry about little old me.” He says will malice.

“Fine. Bye JJ,” you say icily.

“See you around, Princess.”

With that the police officer leads you out of the cell and to the explosion that is going to be the argument which is guaranteed to break out between you and your parents, but only when you get far enough away from anyone who could possibly hear.  

Part 2

[chelsfic]

Accident Forgiveness - Part 2 - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Part One | Masterlist

A/N: Part two!! This is so very fun to write. I hope you enjoy! Thanks to @sabinemorans​ for listening to me talk about it! Reader gets a nickname in this one, because I can’t deal with Y/N.

Summary: Your wrist is finally healed after your run-in with a certain brooding freight train. You score a great deal on an adorable little motorbike and fix it up with your dad. All you want is a nice Sunday ride...what could go wrong?

Warnings: Fluff, Crack, automobile accidents...

---

The bike calls to you. It’s leaning up against a garage with a hand-written “For Sale” sign on it. It looks old, rusted, and well-used. Considering the low price scrawled on the sign you’re betting it needs some work.

You need it.

You pull out your phone and open your frequent contacts.

“Hey dad? How would you feel about coming down to the city with your pick-up this weekend?”

Your dad’s gruff voice rumbles over the line, “Sounds awful. When and where?”

---

You spend the weekend at your dad’s place in White Plains, fixing up the bike in the garage. Under the layers of rust and grime, it turns out to be a 2001 Honda Super Cub. Beyond a tune up and an oil change, the only thing really wrong with it is the body. Nothing a fresh coat of paint can’t fix. 

“This is a nice little bike, kiddo,” your dad congratulates you, wiping grease and sweat from his brow with an old rag. “You gonna keep it here or ride it around the city?”

You’re perched on a tall stool at your dad’s workbench, your short legs dangling as you consider, “It’d be fun to have it with me in the city on the weekends. I just gotta convince my landlord to let me keep it in his storage shed...I don’t want to leave it on the street…”

You hop off the stool to run your hand over the motorcycle’s refinished body. You’ve painted it in a sleek two-tone pattern: red and cream. Hawkguy is going to be so jealous.

“I don’t think it’ll be a problem.”

---

“Nah,” Clint waves you off as he unlocks the door to his apartment. You’ve been lurking out in the hallway waiting for him to get home. 

“What do you mean, ‘nah’?” you whine, following him inside without asking. Pizza Dog jumps up to greet you, nearly knocking you down in his enthusiasm. You smile and give him a quick hug before starting again. “You still owe me, Barton!”

Clint’s head has disappeared into the refrigerator and he emerges with a Chinese food box and his mouth already stuffed with lo mein.

“Wahhh doo eein?!” he chews his food, swallowing and trying again, “Whadya mean? I threw you an apology party, didn’t I? You know how long it’ll take me to clean out that shed to fit a motorcycle inside?”

“C’mon, Clint! If I leave it on the street it’ll get stolen. Or it’ll end up collateral damage in one of your little superhero battles,” you wheedle. You walk into the kitchenette and grab his arm, looking up at him with your biggest puppy dog eyes, “C’monnnn!”

Clint sighs dramatically and finally gives in.

“On one condition...”

---

The bike struggles to reach 30 miles per hour under your combined weight and Clint’s massive form looks ridiculous clinging to you on the back of the little motor bike. But you have to admit--this is pretty damn fun. 

“Weee!” Clint yells from behind you as you putter through the streets of Brooklyn with a giant smile on your face.

---

People are passing you and giving you dirty looks as you make your way over the Brooklyn Bridge. Well, futz them. You’re enjoying your Sunday afternoon ride. You feel like a real rebel without a cause in your worn leather jacket and the bulbous, cherry red helmet you bought to match your bike. Nobody needs to know the saddle bag strapped to the back is full of library books and a take-out container from your favorite bakery.

The sun is just getting low and it’s orange-red glow reflects on the surface of the East River as you chug along. The sounds of car engines and the occasional curse from an annoyed motorist are suddenly interrupted by a long, deafening screech. You glance over your shoulder and your eyes widen in alarm as a black SUV barrels through traffic, heedlessly colliding with other vehicles as it clears a path over the bridge. 

“HOLY SH--”

The SUV screams past and you barely have time to process what you’re seeing before you’re suddenly, brutally thrown from your bike. You tuck your limbs into your body and slam into the cement with enough force to knock the wind out of you. You roll several feet before skidding to a stop. The leather jacket mostly saves you from road rash but your hands are a bloody mess and it feels like your whole middle is one big bruise. What the fuck was that? It felt almost like someone pushed you off but that’s--

You look up just in time to see your bike zooming--well, doing it’s best to zoom--away with a dark figure riding it.

Oh, hell no!

---

The red-wigged impostor is in handcuffs and leaning against the side of the SUV with a surly expression. Bucky glares at the woman, clearly connected with the Red Room and attempting to frame Natasha for the string of murders she committed over the last week.

“Don’t feel like talking, huh?” he shrugs, removing a knife from his belt and flipping it expertly in his hand. “Don’t worry, mladshaya sestra...I’ll help you find the words.”

The woman refuses to meet his eyes, fixing her gaze in the middle distance instead. Only the faintest sneer curling her lips indicates that she’s heard him at all.

Sam lands gracefully a few feet away and is already talking into his ear piece to call in backup. 

“Lotta damage, here,” he states, glancing around at the crashed cars and the wrecked motorcycle. “You’re almost as bad as Banner, Buck. Think you can manage one mission without smashing something?”

“Hey, I captured the target, didn’t I?” Bucky rolls his eyes and slips the knife back into his belt holster. 

Clint finally arrives, huffing and puffing after trying to keep up with the super soldier. He’s bent almost double, catching his breath, when his eyes light on the familiar red and cream motor bike lying mangled on the ground. 

“Hey...isn’t that--?”

All three superhero’s heads snap up as you come limping up to the scene. You’re carrying your helmet at your side and your hair is an impressive tangle whipping around your head in the breeze. When you lay eyes on the wrecked Super Cub you let out a shriek.

“MY BIKE!!”

Bucky freezes in place, his eyes wide and every muscle tensed in anxiety.

“You gotta be shittin’ me,” he mumbles under his breath. 

Clint eyes him accusingly. He is never going to hear the end of this…

You stand there looking down at your ruined bike and thinking about all the adventures you’d planned to have with her. You were going to take her to Coney Island...Rockaway beach...maybe even take a road trip to the Berkshires… Your poor sweet Cubby didn’t ask for this!

“You!” you snarl, marching up to Bucky with your hands on your hips. “Why is it always you!? Do you have it out for me or something?”

Clint snorts and mutters, “He’s got somethin’ for you…”

“SHUT UP!” you and Bucky both yell simultaneously.

You turn back to Bucky and arch your brow in expectation, “Well?”

The super-spy ex-assassin Avenger stumbles over his words, “I--uh, well...I didn’t mean...I didn’t know it was--”

“Didn’t know it was ME?” you finish for him with renewed fury. “Bucky! You can’t just go around shoving people off their motorcycles!”

“‘S hardly a motorcycle…,” he mumbles angrily. “More of a scooter if anything.”

“You! You...ugh!” you fall on him in a flurry of practically useless punches aimed at his chest. Bucky stands there looking bemused as you rain down fury with your tiny fists on his solid, immovable muscles.

“Hey!” Clint shouts in an excellent approximation of a frustrated dad voice. “Enough! Don’t do a hit on Bucky! That’s not nice.”

He puts his arms around you from behind and drags you away from the super soldier who looks--infuriatingly--unscathed. 

“But he stole my bike and wrecked it!” you whine, finally going limp and dropping from Clint’s hold.

Clint rolls his eyes to the sky like a martyr. 

“And do two wrongs make a right, young lady?”

“Pshh,” you scoff, shaking your head and leaning over your bike to check the saddle bag. You flip it open to find that the box containing your cherry pie has been pulverized and…

“MY LIBRARY BOOKS!!!”

---

The next morning you’re awoken by the cacophony of sounds coming from the alleyway behind the building. It sounds like Monty Python building the frickin’ Trojan Rabbit. You growl and roll out of bed, falling to the floor and catching yourself on your bandaged hands, cursing at the stinging pain.

“Stupid…’vengers...think they can do whatever they want...just cuz they save the world sometimes…” you’re muttering under your breath as you stagger to your feet and pull the cord on your blinds to look out your bedroom window. 

The door to the supply shed is open and two guys are bent over your wrecked bike. You throw the window open in an instant and climb out onto the fire escape.

“Hey!” you bellow. “Uh--stop! That’s my bike! I know the Avengers, buds! And I can have them down here so fast--”

The two men crane their necks to look up at you. One of them is wearing a welding mask but the other one is definitely--

“Bucky?”

He looks up at you with a sheepish smile and gives a little wave with his metal hand.

“Hey, Kit Kat…” he greets and you frown in confusion until you look down and realize you’re wearing a baggy nightshirt you’d got at Hershey Park. It’s emblazoned with the Kit Kat logo. Even from two stories up you can see the gleam of humor in his eyes. You can also see...a lot more. He’s wearing a black tank top that shows off his impossibly toned shoulders and back. Your brain short circuits momentarily as you rake your eyes down his form. 

The man beside him flips up the mask and you see he’s an older guy with a sharp goatee. 

“Are we taking a social break or are we getting to work, Barnes? You know I gave up brunch to do this for you. Brunch,” the man voice drips with sarcasm.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, alright, Tony,” Bucky shakes his head and turns back to the bike. 

Wait, Tony as in--?

“Hey!” you call down and Bucky lifts his head up to lock eyes with you. How can those blue eyes still have so much power from so far away?? “You still owe me for the library books!”

Bucky laughs and turns back to the bike.

“I mean it! I have a clean library record, Bucky! I’m gonna have fines!”

“Don’t push it, doll!” he calls as Tony ignites the blow torch.

---

A week later you scoot up to the curb on a side street near the Bedford Branch of the Brooklyn Public Library. Cubby has been restored to her former glory thanks to Bucky and Tony’s loving care and you give her an affectionate pat as you dismount and walk down the street toward the squat, brick library building. There may be grander libraries in New York but this is your neighborhood branch and it feels like home. You mutter and shake your head at the prospect of having to pay replacement fines for the books that Bucky ruined.

The librarian behind the desk is about your age with dyed bright red hair and a sleeve of tattoos that look like children’s book illustrations. Cool. 

“Hey--um,” you roll your eyes in irritation at yourself. “I have to pay some replacement fees? I kind of...got cherry pie all over some books.”

The librarian laughs good-naturedly and pulls up your account on her computer. She asks you for the titles and frowns at her screen. 

“Looks like...yeah--they’ve already been paid for,” she tells you with a shrug. “Guess you have a mysterious benefactor.”

You smile faintly and shake your head. Mysterious, my ass. You thank her and you’re about to leave when she stops you. 

“Do you want to pick up your hold?”

You don’t remember putting anything on hold...but you’ve had occasional bouts of late-night enthusiasm that resulted in excessive library catalog searches, maybe you forgot...

“Uh...sure,” you say and watch as she disappears into an office behind the circulation desk.

She returns a few minutes later with a slim paperback volume in her hands. She scans the barcode and slips the receipt into the book.

“Enjoy!” she says with a smile and you thank her once again. 

You glance down at the cover as you’re walking out and you let out a bark of laughter even as irritation spikes behind your eyes. 

“Motorcycle Safety: Basics for Beginners”

Bucky Frickin’ Barnes...

Tags: @watsonwise​ 

A/N: “Don’t do a hit on Bucky”-- yes that was a McElroy reference. 

[marvels-writings]

Pairing: Carol x reader Prompt: reader and some if the avengers go to a diner where carol works as a waitress, and carol keeps staring at the reader and the group noticed (the reader is oblivious) and carol starts flirting with the reader at any opportunity she’s given and the avengers are all living for it and find it incredibly entertaining that the reader is still oblivious. The reader finds her attractive but thinks she’s out of her league, that’s why she’s oblivious. Make it romantic please

A/N: I made this into a normal AU where literally all the avengers are just normal people with normal jobs that suit their personality (stark is a mechanic, steve is a soldier, etc.) so hope you like it! And i changed it slightly so the reader isn’t oblivious, just ridiculously flustered. 

“Would you like some drinks?” Carol asked, looking around the table, her eyes pausing slightly on you.

For her, it was supposed to be another normal day at Pancho’s, but you, were an unusually attractive customer. I mean, Carol had her share of flirting with the more attractive customers, but you outshone all of them in a plain fav/color blouse and high waisted navy jeans. 

You found yourself staring at the woman. She was a tall, tanned, blonde woman with beautiful hazel eyes glinting in the soft light. She wore the waitress uniform of navy jeans and a black t-shirt tucked into it, but looked much better than everyone else wearing the uniform. She had a small Carol tag on the right side of her shirt, you assumed that wa s

“Yes, I would like an old fashioned” Steve said, putting down the menu and sipping some water. 

“And I’ll take the martini.” Tony said, putting down the drinks menu.

“I’ll have the bloody mary.” Natasha stated, leaning back in her seat. 

The rest of them stated their drinks, Carol quickly noting them down, Clint with a cosmopolitan, Thor with beer, Bruce with chamomile tea, weirdly enough. 

“And I’ll have fav/beverage please.” You asked, realizing you were the only person who said please. 

Carol nodded, then stated out the drinks while thinking of a pick up line. “And a fav/beverage for the gorgeous woman.” She stated with a smirk on her face. 

“No I’d ordered a bloody mary.” Natasha joked. 

Everyone laughed at the joke, including carol, she left to bring the drinks shortly after. 

“I think she’s into you y/n” Tony said, leaning his elbows on the table. 

“Yeah but,” You began, practically checking out Carol’s ass as she walked away. She noticed and sent a wink your way, causing you to blush and stutter on your next sentence. “She’s out of my league.” 

“If by that you mean she isn’t like the usual dorky girls you date.” Clint said, then leaning back and crossing his arms as Carol served the drinks. “Then yes.”

“Can I take your order?” She asked after putting the drinks out. The touch ups on her hair didn’t go unnoticed by you. 

“Yeah I would like a medium well steak.” Steve stated, putting his menu down. Everyone ordered their meals quickly, leaving you for last as usual. 

“Best for last?” Carol asked, winking at you, you grew flustered once more. 

“Um, yes, I’d like a fav/dish please.” You asked, trying to hide your blush behind the menu before you had to put it down. 

“Anything for our attractive customers.” She said, taking the menu and everyone else’s. Tony snickered at the flirting as she left. 

“If you don’t say anything to her before we leave, I’m going to give her your number myself.” Natasha threatened. 

“Hey leave her alone.” Bruce said defensively, then smirked. Practically all of them raised an eyebrow at the sudden defensiveness. “It isn’t her fault she doesn’t want to date the good-looking waitress.”

“Here I thought you were defending me.” You said almost angrily. 

“Hey, I’m just saying.” He defended, putting his hands up in the air. “I mean she is practically staring at you.” He commented, you glanced in the direction she had left to find her staring, you barely paid attention. You just thought she was this way to all the customers. 

“Y/n should leave her number on the receipt.” Thor stated, crossing his arms above his chest. 

“Some friends you are.” You joked, everyone snickered slightly but continued teasing you throughout the meal which was brought by another waitress, Carol was too busy touching up for you. 

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“Any desserts with that?” Carol asked, coming up behind the waitress who had just collected your empty dishes. Everyone noticed the mascara and the change in hairstyles. 

“Um, no, could we get the check?” You asked, Carol winked at you again. 

“Of course, here.” she said, then left for another table. You watched a bit, she acted defensively and not flirtatious at all to the other table, maybe you did have a chance. 

“Jesus let me.” Tony exclaimed, snatching the check from you and undoubtedly putting your number on it. 

Carol frowned slightly when she took the check from Tony, but was sure to wink at you again before you left. You caught a glance at the note he wrote on the receipt before Carol took it.

As far as you could read, it said ‘my apparently “gorgeus” friend thinks you’re out of her league, here’s her number, and do me a favor’ but that’s all you got, you had little to no idea what the favor was. 

You got all your things and started to leave with your friends, before Carol walked up beside you. 

“I was told to escort you home, and get you some ice-cream on the way.” She said with a smirk, now out of her waitress uniform and wearing a crop top, high waisted jeans and a brown leather jacket slung over her shoulder. She showed you the note, the favor was what she just said. 

“Tony,” You muttered, but covered it up quickly when you saw her raise a perfect eyebrow. “Uh, my name is y/n, y/n l/n.” You introduced, outstretching a hand for her to shake. 

“Pretty name for a pretty woman.” She commented, shaking your hand with a smirk. “I’m Carol Danvers.”

You nodded and took your hand back, using it to rub your cold arms slightly. You glanced over to see all of your friends leaving in Tony’s car after winking at you. 

“Well there goes my ride.” You muttered, shivering from the cold. 

“I can drop you off if you want.” Carol suggested, gesturing to a bike. Your eyes widened slightly, it was a damn good looking bike. 

“I’m not sure if I could repay that favor.” You joked with a slight smirk, trying to flirt. 

“Let me take you for a dessert today, you can repay me then.” She answered smoothly, you rolled your eyes but agreed. 

She led you to the bike, then noticed you’d practically freeze to death on it. 

“Here, take my jacket.” Carol said, putting her jacket over your shoulders, you looked slightly shocked and confused, causing her to chuckle. 

“I’m used to the wind, you aren’t darling.” She said smoothly, her hazel eyes glinting playfuly. 

You blushed again at the nickname, hesitantly putting on the jacket. It was ridiculously warm, it smelt like burnt gasoline, harsh winds, Calvin Klien perfume and old leather. 

Carol swung a leg over the bike, gesturing her head for you to do the same after putting on her helmet with the shades down. After a bit of struggle, you managed to mount the motorbike, and sat there a little awkwardly, unsure of what to do. 

“Unless you want to fly off the back,” Carol chuckled, “Then I suggest you hold on.”You rolled your eyes and grumbled a fine before wrapping your arms along Carol’s waist loosely. You pressed your chest into her back as she started the bike with a loud series of explosions. She was ridiculously warm compared to your surroundings. 

The ride started off slowly, thankful enough. Once she was on the highway, she turned the speed up drastically. You let out a squeal in surprise and held on tighter, your hands coming up to hold onto her shoulders. 

Carol laughed at your scared reaction, instead of slowing down, she sped up even further. Even though you barely knew her, you nuzzled your face into her back in an effort to protect yourself from the wind. Your grip tightened on her shoulders whenever she turned or turned up the speed, you didn’t know she was driving this recklessly on purpose. 

Once she slowed down and parked, you refused to let go for a few moments, still scared. 

“You can let go now.” She joked, a small blush highlighting her face when she realized just how close to you she was. 

You pulled away after a few more moments, and grumbled something before heading off with Carol to the ice cream shop. It turned out much better than you had expected, Carol was funny, attractive, smart and clearly interested in you. Still cold, and loving the smell and feel of the jacket, you refused to take it off and kept it on the entire time. 

After the small ice cream date, she drove you to your house at a much slower pace, allowing you to treasure the moment instead of being scared for your life. 

She treasured the moment too, in the few hours she’d known you, you’d been immeasurably nice to her, despite her just being a waitress. You were a bit shy, but once you got comfortable with people, you turned much louder and chaotic and she was living for it. You were beautiful, and she wanted you, badly. 

“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked, pulling the jacket closer towards yourself as you got off the motorcycle. 

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow darling.” She replied smoothly, smirking at your blush as she removed the motorcycle helmet. 

“Thanks for the date by the way,” You said, leaning up to her and pecking her cheek softly. A large blush and grin broke out across her face at the action. “Oh and here’s your jacket.” You started to take off her jacket. 

“I’ll collect it tomorrow,” Carol said, winking at your surprised expression. “Goodnight y/n.” She put on the helmet, started up the bike and drove off, leaving you standing there with a lovesick smile on your face. 

You couldn’t wait till tomorrow. 

A/N: YOU TOLD ME TO MAKE IT ROMANTIC SO I WENT ALL OUT ON IT. sorry if this isn’t what you expected and feedback on this one in particular would be AMAZING thank you!!

[kurosara]

Izaya Orihara x Reader (Durarara)

I’m Human

Ikebukuro. Such a lively but boring little place. So full of people bustling around but everyone is bustling to do boring things like work. Everyone except Izaya Orihara, the information broker. Izaya was out and about, making his observations of the humans he regularly checked up on from the rooftop of a downtown office building. He put his binoculars down and let out a hearty laugh before being interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He looked at the number that only read "Blocked" on the screen and the time. He gave his signature smirk as he answered.

"Ah, I am so sorry to keep you waiting. I got lost in some research. Be there in just a moment." Izaya said into the phone, and instead of a response, the number just hung up. "Such an impatient worker. I'm only three minutes late."

He shrugged it off and plastered a Cheshire cat-like grin. He took the stairs from the rooftop to the first floor of the four-story building he was sitting on and shoved his phone and his hands into his pockets. The alley he was supposed to be going to was merely on the next block. Not that far of a walk for him. He hummed softly as he walked with a bit of a spring in his step. This particular worker was different than his other ones. Sure this worker was always right where Izaya wanted them, but it was never really where he wanted them. Izaya stepped into the alley and saw the slim figure leaning on a dark blue motorbike with a file in hand.

"Ah (Y/n). I see you have exactly what I asked for as always."

You tilted your head up to look at him and your face was blank for a moment, as it always was before you gave a crooked grin that Izaya recognized all too well.

"Yeah whatever Orihara. You'd think after six years of working for you that you'd invite me to your place for one of these transactions instead of dragging me all across Ikebukuro to meet you all the time," you said with a bit of joking in your tone.

With the flick of your wrist, you tossed Izaya the file, which he caught effortlessly. He peered into the file and walked closer to you as you picked up the helmet from your bike. He grasped you by the wrist and wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, your chests pressed together. Izaya's dark eyes stared into your (e/c) eyes with a smirk as your face went blank again. Well, almost blank. Izaya saw it. You knew he'd seen it. You knew because instead of some perverted or snide remark he let you go. Without a single word.

"You humans really are something else. But you (Y/n). You're on a whole other level. And I've told you to call me Izaya. Orihara is so formal for six years of services." Izaya pointed out while he stepped back. "But before you go I have another task for you."

You frowned slightly and glared at him, "Jerk..." you mumbled under your breath, "Two jobs back to back is gonna cost you extra."

Izaya waved his hand dismissively, "I know I know." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded slip of paper and an envelope with your payment for the job you just completed. "Three days from now around nine at night, there's going to be a man at this address. Your task..." he gave a long unnecessary pause to let you look at the address, "Pay this man a visit. Just talk to him. Your task is to ki-"

"IZAYA!!!" screamed a voice, interrupting Izaya.

"Seems I must get going. Don't forget." Izaya said as he turned around, "Shizu-chan!"

You and Izaya ducked to the side as a small beetle style car was thrown at Izaya. The pair ran off to fight their brawl on the opposite side of Ikebukuro. You looked at the address on the piece of paper and folded it back up and put it in your pocket with the money.

"He's gonna take this mistake and run with it..." you mumbled in an upset tone.

You put on your helmet and sped off to enjoy your money and two days off.

~

You sighed as you looked at your reflection in the full-length mirror, letting out another sigh. Something you did a lot when you did jobs for Izaya because they were never simple. You pushed your (h/l) (h/c) hair back, running your fingers through it as you prepared for the job. Your phone read 8:30 and so you left your room to your bike outside. You dressed in form-fitting black clothes from head to toe. You took off, and in 20 minutes you were a block away. You parked your bike on the second floor and took the elevator up to the specified floor. It was a quiet and decent looking building which means that you'd have to be quiet with this one. You tucked your knife in its secure spot on your waist as you stepped off the elevator. You approached the door, carefully placing one strip of black tape on the peephole. You took a calming breath, kept one hand on the handle of your blade and with the other you knocked on the door, stepping to the side. You didn't wear a mask because you felt they were confining and you were so sure of your skill that anybody who saw your face never lived to tell about it. You heard footsteps and the door was pulled back as far as the chain latch would let it go.  You used your blade to cut the chain and burst in, and the battle began. You were moving too quickly to pay attention to who you were fighting but they were good, flipping and darting around the space to keep you too busy to see their face. Usually, your mark would be dead by now, but this one had other plans. Not even five minutes into the battle and the mark already stood behind you with a knife to your throat and the other at your heart.

"You didn't even call to confirm that this was a kill command~" they whispered.

Your eyes grew wide as you stiffened up, realizing who you'd been fighting and a deep frown settled in on your features as you tried not to get severely irritated or sliced.

"Izaya."

His name came out bitter and hateful on your tongue as he let you go with a chuckle, "My my. Now you can't go around killing the person who's going to pay you."

You put your blade away and stepped back but Izaya took two steps forward, "That's what you hired me for isn't it?"

Izaya closed most of the gap between you two, "I can see where you get the idea considering Shizu-chan interrupted what I was saying."

"Then what exactly am I supposed to be doing here?" you asked growing weary and defensive to whatever he could be planning.

Izaya merely smirked as he slid his knives into his jacket and in one swift motion grabbed you once more, placing one hand around your wrist and the other on the small of your back, practically how you had been in the alley three days prior. You went to speak, to ask the info-broker why he was doing this but you couldn't. Izaya's lips had connected with your's in a kiss. Your eyes were wide but seeing his eyes calm and closed, you relaxed a bit and kissed him back. Your eyes closed and you kissed for a while. When you two pulled away your cheeks were pink, and you were at a loss for words.

"Your lips taste delicious. Your mission was to come here and kiss me.  Not kill me." Izaya clarified.

"B-but why?" you asked trying to find the root of this.

Izaya walked over to his desk and sat down, "Well you said I never ask you to meet at my place. Well here you are." he said gesturing to the area around him, "And because I know." he said softly, his eyes narrowing showing you both knew what he was talking about.

You turned your face away, "So this was a game. To prove a point."

Izaya shrugged, "Something like that. You love me. And if I'm being quite honest, I lo-"

"Shut up." you said, balling your hands into fists as you turned to glare at him, anger clear in your expression, "You haven't lied to me since the day we met. Don't start now by spouting nonsense like you love me." You walked over to his desk, "You're not going to sit here and play with my emotions like you've done your other pawns."

"(Y/n). How could you say such things? If anything I've loved you since the day we met." Izaya defended, sounding uncharacteristically serious.

You blew him off and turned your back to him, leaning on the desk, "You can't love me. I'm human. You love that aspect of me. Nothing more. Which means I'm nothing special."

Izaya climbed on top of the desk, straddling you from behind while he fiddled with your hair and... you let him. You kept your head down to keep him from seeing the glazed look in your eyes from the hurt you'd just experienced.

"Just give me my money and never contact me again..." you said harshly as a couple of tears trickled down and dripped onto the floor. Izaya took notice of course.

Izaya forcibly turned you around to look at him, "Now I'm confused. I thought you'd be happy."

You laughed dryly, "In what world would anybody be happy to have their emotions played with?"

Izaya tilted your head to look at him with his signature smirk, "You said it yourself. I haven't lied to you since the day we met when I told you my name was Shizuo Heiwajima." he said and pecked your lips once more, but quickly so you couldn't react.

"S-so... you're serious?" you asked with a curious raised brow as he wiped your tears away.

"Of course I'm serious! I don't let just anyone come to my apartment." Izaya said letting out a soft laugh.

You rolled your eyes, "Next time can't you just say that instead of sending me on a mission to kiss you?"

Izaya shrugged, "Now where's the fun in that?" he said and smirked a bit more, "Besides. You wouldn't have believed me anyways would you?"

You bit your lip gently before pecking his lips just as he'd done you. "You're right." You paused momentarily, "So why now?"

Izaya got off the desk and twirled around the room a bit, "I had my suspicions, but you were never careless with your expressions when we spoke. But you slipped up at our last meeting."

With a defeated sigh, you spoke, "I made a mistake. I let myself be fooled into smiling for just a second."

"Which was all I needed to confirm my suspicions." Izaya finished.

You laughed softly, "What can I say? Even I make mistakes. I'm human. Remember?"

Izaya wrapped both arms around your waist, "But now you're my human. My (Y/n). And I'll kill anyone who says otherwise or tries to change that." he said with a smile. You tried to hold back a laugh. "What?"

"I guess you're human after all Izaya Orihara."

"I'm... human?" he asked not quite following.

You nodded, "You're capable of love. Which makes you human."

Izaya chuckled and entertained the idea for you, "I'm human."

You kissed him once more and Izaya kissed you back. You pulled away for a moment, "My human." you corrected.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 147

147

Following Keith to his room, his boyfriend didn’t seem enthused about the bags he carried. Sitting on the bed, Lance rested a hand on his belly as he stared up at his boyfriend

“Uh, babe. You okay over there?”

Keith didn’t quite seem to know what to do. Nodding his head turned to shaking his head

“It’s stupid... I got caught up and you’re going to laugh”

Now he needed to know what his boyfriend bought, like yesterday

“I promise I’m only going to laugh if it’s laugh worthy”

“See! I don’t know what I was thinking... I’m so stupid”

Lance’s heart hurt for Keith. Keith wasn’t stupid

“Babe, no. Hey. I’m sure whatever it is, it’s not stupid”

“I just... it was an impulse buy and now I’m not sure...”

Reaching his hand out, Keith came over to him, Lance snaking his arm around his waist as the bags were set down on the bed

“I’m usually the one making impulse buys. You’re overthinking things, aren’t you?”

“A bit. You went outside... you’re supposed to let me know... did you even need us to go out?”

Sprung. Whoops

“Yes and no. I need things for dessert... Coran and Krolia are coming to dinner”

“Babe!”

Lance winced. He’d expected this reaction. He also knew Keith was trying to protect his emotional state by keeping away anything he thought would upset him... including Krolia

“I know. Look. She’s your mum. And it’s better we have dinner here than out in Garrison if we all end up fighting”

“You think that’s likely?”

Keith getting cranky and him crying were probably the most likely outcome

“No. But I did manage to distract you. I’m sure whatever’s in the bag isn’t stupid. You’re not stupid. You’re smart. Smart and very handsome”

Keith laughed as he leaned down to kiss Lance on the top of his head

“I get it. Even if I don’t have the brains I have the looks to fall back on”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve got both. Now, I need to know what’s in the bag before I explode”

“Not until you tell me what’s for dinner”

“Ropa Vieja. Don’t worry, it’s the cheats version. When we make it together, I’m going to teach you mami’s recipe”

Keith sighed at him

“You said we could do it together”

“I know. I guess I wanted to make sure it really was something you’d like to learn how to make”

“I told you I did”

“I know. You’re on dessert duty with me. I thought I’d make banoffee pie”

“Do I know what that is?”

“Probably not... sooooo, can I look now? I really want to look”

Keith kissed his hair again

“Fine... but don’t laugh at me”

Lance wasn’t laughing. He was crying and Keith had thought he’d done something horribly wrong as he tried to pull the onesie out of Lance’s hands. It was their first onesie. Black cursive letters across the soft white fabric reading “I get my good looks from my daddy”. It was perfect. And so tiny... Their kids would stuck in an infinite loop of “Go ask your father”, and it was perfect... and so small

“I’ve got the receipt if you want me to...”

“It’s perfect!”

It took a moment for the tension in the fabric to loosen

“You’re crying. I didn’t mean to upset you. I thought and then... I can return them...”

Lance shook his head, Keith still talking

“... we were shopping and I sent Shiro to go look at dog for for Kosmo... and I kind of just grabbed a few I thought you’d like. I mean I didn’t take Shiro shopping for them. Not with him when I want to do this with you, but I don’t know, I just kind of thought of you’d smile and now I’m making you cry. Have you had enough blood? Did you have your nap? Do you want me to go?”

Lance shook his head firmly as he lowered the onesie carefully into his lap. Wiping his tears he smiled up at Keith

“I love it”

“You’re crying”

God. His boyfriend was so self conscious. How could he not love the twins’ first gift from their daddy?

“Good tears, babe. It’s so small. I mean, our twins are so small... and they’re going to real humans. This is too cute... I really hope they get their looks from you”

“I think I’d like a couple of little Lance’s”

“No. Nooo. God, I hope they have your eyes...”

Keith frowned at him. Everyone who’d ever said anything negative about Keith’s eyes should be dick punched. Everyone who was mean to Keith should have been shoved in a blender

“My eyes...”

Were amazing. Keith didn’t fall into the genetic categories for purple eyes, and yet...

“Are perfect. Like you. Here I was trying to cook a nice meal with you mind and you bring home the best present I could ask for”

Perhaps feeling a tad more confident, his boyfriend changed topic from his eyes and what was for dinner

“Shiro said he’d help us baby proof the house. If we make a plan, they’ll help. He and Curtis will help”

Right. That reminded him. Forcing himself to move the onesie aside, Lance shuffled back on the bed, patting the spot between his legs for Keith to sit. Carefully his boyfriend did as he silently asked

“Babe?”

“You reminded me. I got distracted and never asked you if you’re really okay with Shiro and Curtis raising our children”

“You asked the other day”

Lance resisted rolling his eyes, instead he tucked Keith’s hair back behind his ear then looped his arms loosely around his boyfriend

“No. I had a breakdown the other day and was crying about it. These are you twins. I swore I’d make all decisions with you, then I went and made a pretty massive decision alone”

“Nothing’s going to happen to us...”

Lance remembered the days when he was the optimistic one and Keith was “Sir Emo Energy”

“I know. I want to have these things in place in case of the absolute very worst case scenario was to happen”

Keith turned, moving to rest his legs over Lance’s left leg

“I don’t want to think about the worst”

“I know. I don’t either. Coran doesn’t mean to scare us. He knows I do better with blunt honesty, even if I can’t cope with it right now. He’s always been honest with me when I asked. I asked him to dinner because I didn’t want to keep feeling awkward. If you don’t think Shiro and Curtis are acceptable, I can ask him to look after them. Or there’s Pidge and Hunk?”

Shiro was the best option. Keith adored his brother. Hunk would love their twins as if they were his own, but depending on how “the worst” happened, Shiro may be the safer option.

Sighing, Keith leaned into him

“I don’t want to think about it, but I suppose you right. Shiro’s going to help me with my will. All hunters have them. It... made me realise I don’t have much to offer as a father. I don’t have a car, I have my bike. I don’t own a house. I don’t have degree or anything... I don’t have much to teach them”

Lance hissed. Actually hissed. His ego not liking this at all. They’d chosen the best human they could have. He was proud of his boyfriend. Both of them were proud. Keith doubting himself was a slap to the ego seeing Keith was so wrong

“Excuse me!? Since when do you have nothing to offer?!”

Keith went to climb from Lance’s lap, Lance holding him so he couldn’t, angrily muttering

“I don’t”

Lance shooting straight back

“You do too!”

“What? What can I offer?”

“Love”

“That’s useless in the real world when you’re starving”

Rude. He had to set Keith straight about this

“Our kids aren’t going to starve. And you have a lot to offer. You’re smart. You’re brave. You’re funny. You’re great at photography. You’re not teaching them how to ride a motorbike, but you can teach them basic mechanics. I will castrate you if you put our kids on your bike. And you’re still learning. I can see you making pancakes with them. Macaroon one helping you with your bike. Macaroon two hanging off your shoulders as you tell them what you’re doing. Tucking them in. Teaching them to read. How to tie their shoe laces... You think you’ve got nothing to offer? The best thing you can offer them is the chance to know you”

Keith sighed again. Lance wanted to smack him upside the back of the head, but forced himself to listen to his boyfriend’s objection

“That’s all trivial stuff”

Trivial. Trivial was him murdering Keith for hating himself, then bringing him back to punch him in the dick. How could a man show so much love and think he had nothing

“It’s not. It’s important stuff”

“I don’t... I mean, anyone could teach them”

Must. Resist. Urge. To. Throttle... Taking a deep breath, Lance let it out slowly

“That’s true. Every kid goes through loving their teachers more than their parents. But, you’re going to remember all these memories. You’re going to read them stories at bed time. You’re going to show them that they’re so fucking loved. We both know how it feels when the people we love aren’t who we think they are. I was lucky to have Mami. But Papi, he struggled and I felt distant from him as I got older. We know how much that hurts. We’re going to make sure our kids know how much they’re loved and that they can do anything because their daddy Keith had got their backs”

Keith played with the edge of his shirt as he spoke

“You make me out to be some kind of super human. I don’t have my high school certificate”

Keith was a “super human”. He was super amazing and awesome, totally radical, amazeballs... like... the best person he could have by his side ever

“Babe, as a kid, would you have rather be raised by someone who was smart but distant, or someone who loved you and showed you it was okay to be you? You took a different path. There’s nothing wrong with that”

“I feel like... I should have more”

“And I feel like with your line of work it was hard to have more, but now you’ve settled down, you’re going to be a total hoarder. I’ll be transformed into a bat, lost under a sea of things, and you’ll have too much stuff to know what to do with because you’re finally living and not just alive. I love you. We’re going to build a warm and loving family together. I love the onesie. I love that you thought about it. I love that you love the twins. You’re going to be the best daddy you can be”

“Shiro said it sounded like I had cold feet”

And Lance hadn’t? He was pregnant. Him. He. He’d been born without this crazy arse ability. Him. He didn’t know how to grow babies. No clue. That hadn’t been part of his life plan. Falling in love hadn’t been part of his life plan either. Sometimes Keith forgot that Lance had literally waited 37 years to fall in love

“Literally talking to your boyfriend who’s carrying our kids. I think I know what it’s like to be freaking out”

“But you’re... you”

Lance chuckled. Keith was a special flower. Hugging him close, Lance nuzzled into his hair

“The me who’s been constantly crying because you’re finally back, and my heads been up and down, more than you sucking me off. I am terrified. I’m like a zillion other things, but I’m working hard to keep going. You know I’ve been worried. About having the twins. About making ends meet. About you not feeling trapped. About how I’m supposed to give birth now that they’re in there. About how unstable my mood was before I got my stupid arse stolen on Halloween. You know how I keep going? I look at you and think “Fuck. I want to be every bit as good as the man who loves me thinks I am”, because you make me want to be a better man”

He saw the moment and he took it. Keith missed the moment. His bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he tried not to let it wobble

“Now. I want to see what else you got for our babies, then I need blood and maybe a nap before we get started on that pie”

“Can I hug your belly?”

His belly was now a reserved parking spot for cuddle time. Lance had been feeling the twins moving more and more lately, he hoped that Keith would finally pick up on the small movements. His boyfriend adored them so much and he wanted Keith to be the first one to feel them move. The first time felt them move, he hadn’t been sure what it was. It’d started as bubbles, the feeling like bubbles in his belly

“Yeah, babe. Blood and snuggles. You are going to be an amazing dad. I believe in you”

Lance expected Keith to shine with praise, not to cry

“What if they don’t like me?”

“Oh, babe. I’m worried about a lot of things. Like what if I accidentally turn them? What if I accidentally turn you? What if I can’t be a good father? But I’m not at all worried about them liking you. You’re likeable. You’re very likeable. They’ll love you. I love you”

“Am... I really going to be good enough?”

“You’re already good enough. All that other stuff, we’ll work it out”

Keith nodded slowly

“I’m sorry. You’ve been so stressed and I’m dumping this on you”

“Idiot. Yeah, I’m a wreck, but I’m doing better... I mean, I think I am. You’ve been so strong for me. I feel... better. I feel safer. And that’s thanks to you. Now, for like the tenth time, can we please look at what you bought? I’m dying of curiosity”

“It’s not much...”

“Keith. Don’t you dare put yourself down again. Or I really will punch you in the dick”

He was trying his hardest. He hated his injections, but still took them. He hated how much blood he had to drink, but he still ate. He hated throwing up, but he still forced food down for the sake of their twins. What he really wanted to do was show Keith happiness. He’d even face crowds if it meant seeing him smile... Maybe today was the right day. Dinner was on, prep for dessert would take a little while but they’d have time... Today he’d take Keith to see where Mami rested, and tell her all about their twins first onesie from their father.

*

Lance had changed. Keith blushing over how happy his boyfriend seemed to be. Aside from buying two bat beanie babies because... well, Lance, he’d picked up half a dozen onesies he thought would make Lance smile... and he’d also picked up some pants for his boyfriend. Lance’s jeans didn’t do up anymore. His jeans fitted, but they wouldn’t for much longer. He was worried Lance wouldn’t like his choice in pants, but he felt like his boyfriend had to be tired of wearing the same sweat pants over and over. Keith hadn’t been sure Lance would appreciate his choices, all black. They’d been an impulse buy too. And a couple of shirts with this weird “in built bra” which made no sense when it was pretty much a strip of fabric with elastic on the edge. They were black too. His boyfriend looked great in black. It set off his skin tone and seemed to make his eyes all that more blue.

Standing in front of the mirror, Lance was checking his curves, his smile goofy as he fangs were showing. This was good right? Lance had been staring at his butt for a while now

“I’ve got the receipts...”

“My arse looks great”

Lance’s arse always looked great. He loved that arse

“I didn’t know if you’d like them, seeing they’re womens”

Lance waved his hand at him, still looking at his butt

“Babe. Clothes are clothes. Too many people worry about labelling things. I’m glad you didn’t get flowers. Do you know how sick I am of sweats? Or my jeans digging in? These are great”

“Really?”

“Truly. I’m lucky that you’re two sizes up from me, but pants that are mine... sooooo good”

“There were other colours... I didn’t want to make you feel you had to change clothes... it’s not weird?”

Lance walked over to him, sitting to straddle Keith’s lap. Keith looping his arms around Lance, really not sure if Lance loved the clothes or not. He didn’t live clothes shopping and he had to guess Lance’s size. He’d tried to match against his size then shrink it down, but then he worried that there wasn’t enough fabric to cover Lance’s bump

“Babe. Honestly. Overthinking things again”

“I don’t do clothes shopping”

“Which makes this even more special”

It did?

“You seem in a better mood”

“I’m giving you whiplash again, aren’t I?”

Yeah. He wasn’t used to happy tears. He didn’t know what to do with them

“A little”

Lance snorted at him. Resting his forehead against the top of Keith’s head, his boyfriend nuzzled into his hair

“I appreciate them. I appreciate you. I’m grateful. I love wearing your clothes, and honestly I haven’t been thinking that much about them. You took into account what I needed. What our babies need. I also decided I want to go out today, if we can find some time. I’ve got something I need to do”

Lance going out still left him unnerved and fearing the worst. Sendak was gone, but the threat wasn’t eliminated. All it took was the wrong person to see him and trouble could be on our doorstep again. It wasn’t like in Cuba where no one knew who Lance really was

“You do?”

“I do. It has to be today”

“Am I going to like where we’re going?”

“I think you’ll understand when we get there. I know you get nervous, but... I think I’m finally ready to do this and I need to do this with you”

Lance was confusing him. He shouldn’t need to go anywhere. Anything his boyfriend needed, he could bring back to the apartment

“Where... uh, I mean... Where do you want to go?”

“I want to go see Mami. Before we go back to Garrison. I want to go see her. I know she’s passed, but I want to tell her about the onesie... and that you’re back”

Oh. Keith wasn’t sure he believed in life after death, but Mami... He hadn’t thought much about visiting her grave. Not as much as he should have, for all the love she’d given him. Miriam’s resting place... He didn’t know where his dad’s grave was, or what to do. Adam didn’t have an actual grave. A place to go to remember him. He kind of felt once someone passed all that remained was the memories of them

“Are you... are you going to be okay if we go?”

“Yeah. I didn’t know how to bring it up. I know my behaviour has been pretty concerning, but today, I feel like maybe I can. You helped me make my mind up. I want to tell her that I’m not alone without you anymore”

That sounded like Lance was having a good day. He hoped Lance was having a good day. He wanted to see him happy and laughing. Keith also wanted to pay his respects to Mami, but seeing her grave would make her death all that more real. She was gone and the world had lost some of its warmth. He owed her so much

“We should get flowers...”

“Yeah. I’m not asking to believe she’s still around, but I think I’m ready to see her again”

That sounded a lot like Lance was ready for death. Keith squeezing his boyfriend close to him. Lance might be dead already, but he was still there. Keith didn’t want him leaving him too

“Babe, I’m in no rush to die”

“Did I say... I mean...”

“Yeah. But I’m not going anywhere. Not if I can help it”

Keith blushed in embarrassment, mumbling

“You don’t get to leave me too...”

Chuckling, Lance kissed his hair before leaning back. Keith raising his head to find Lance smiling

“I’m not going to. I’ve got too much to do and if I leave you alone, someone’s going to come along and sweep you away”

“Idiot. There’s nothing great about...”

“La-la-la! Not listening to you being negative!”

Keith groaned. He was only being honest. He didn’t know how to be a father. Then Lance went and believed in him so much his heart went silly. Still. At this stage Keith wasn’t sure that he didn’t actually have a heart condition seeing Lance seemed to make it beat strangely so often. When he was with Lance, it felt like after all he’d struggled, after the hours upon hours of training, and all shit they’d been through, all of came together to make him strong enough to be the man Lance needed. He’d been worrying himself stupid over how to support Lance, questioning everything over and over, but this whole time, all his boyfriend had needed was someone to hold him. He really was the clumsiest, dorkiest, cutest vampire ever.

Kissing his forehead, Lance was all fangs as he smiled brightly

“We should get up. The other two are going to be thinking we’re up to all sorts of lewd things in here”

“I mean, we can...”

Lance snorted at him

“I want to show my arse off. These pants make it look great”

Keith pouted. Lance’s arse was his to treasure, and his alone

“Then maybe I shouldn’t be letting you out the apartment in them?”

Leaning down, his boyfriend whispered

“If you let me out the apartment, I promise you can you pull them down with your teeth later”

That. Yeah. No... yeah. Fuck. He could get behind that. Lance giggled at him, he’d been caught dirty thoughted. Giggling and trying to sober himself at the same time, Lance wound up giggling between words

“Okay. But seriously. Thank you for this. Thank you for coming home. Thank you for... for noticing I’ve been trying. I really have been”

“I know you have, babe. I know. Now, you’re going to let me help with dessert”

“Mmm. I think Curtis earned a break. He didn’t break anything, so that was nice”

“The toaster survived?”

Lance laughed as he nodded

“Yeah. I wasn’t game to let him touch the slow cooker though. It’s all new and shiny”

“I’m not sure I know what a slow cooker is”

“Oh, babe. I have so much to teach you”

[strongsassysexysloane]

You and Me -  V - The End

Because I hate the wait as much as you do...Oh and rating upped ;) . . . . 

The rest of the afternoon is quiet, McGee asks every now and then if a recipe would be alright to get his kids to help with but no one other than Gibbs knows if that's safe for kids. It soon hits 1725 and you start to pack up your desk. No one else makes a ove to leave probably because Gibbs hasn't said anything put you close up your folder and place it on Gibbs desk. He just nods his thanks.

"See you all in hopefully two days." Everyone says their goodbyes and you head out.

You saw Jack walk out only a few minute ago, she was in a deep conversation with someone, so you know she isn't in her office.

You had no idea what to expect when you walked up to her car but this definitely wasn't it.

"Jack?" You looked at her with complete surprise.

"You mentioned you loved riding bikes with your dad growing up and regretted never getting your motorbike license so.." She flung her leg, gracefully, over the bike and stood in front of you, bringing her hand up to fiddle with your jacket collar. "It's not weird is it?"

You laugh, still in a bit of a shock that she went to all this effort and then alarm bells go off. "Wait, you didn't buy this did you?"

"What would you say if I had?" You heard the teasing in her tone and relaxed slightly.

"Big gesture, that's how I'd react." You snake one arm around her waist and tug her to the side so you can get a good look at the bike. "She's beautiful." You step closer, you hand falling away from Jack's waste.

"Making it hard not to say something cheesy right about now." Jack teases, standing beside you.

You laugh, running your hand over the bike from handlebars to the seat. "Since when have you held your tongue?" You turn, now wrapping both arms around her waist and pulling her close. She drapes her arms on your shoulders, one of her hands cupping your cheek and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear while the other plays with the short strands of hair at the bottom of your neck.

"You like?" You can tell she's slightly nervous and the shocks you, you tilt your head slightly to the side and watch her features try and keep their composure. "Don't analyse me."

"Sorry, why are you so nervous?" You tug at her hip slightly, she steps closer, your noses almost touching, you close the gap and brush her nose with yours. "Of course I like it, I'd like anything you'd give me."

"I'm glad." She breathes and kisses you, gentle and not near long enough. "It's a friends, he said we can borrow it for the next two days."

"We going somewhere, Sloane?"

All you get for a reply is a peck on the lips and she steps back and onto the bike. "Lucky for you, I can actually drive one of these things."

You watch her straddle the bike, you can see her muscles move under her tight jeans.

"We haven't got all day, you can take these off when we get to our accommodation."

You smirk and shake your head at her sass and take her outstretched hand and not so gracefully hop on the bike behind her. She passes you a helmet and you fasten it. Jack starts the old beast and you wrap your arms around her tightly. You could easily sit back more but having Jack pressed snuggly between your legs for a long bike ride, who wouldn't want to be close?

She heads out of DC, towards the coast and it takes all of 20 minutes for you to figure out where she's taking you. Chesapeake Beach, you went there with her a few weekends ago and absolutely loved it. The sun sets when you are half way there and you relax into Jack. You feel her hand come around and give your thigh a gentle squeeze. She may have ruined your plans for tomorrow but the care melts away when she pulls down the road heading towards Brownies beach. You pulls the bike into the parking lot and you hop off. It's dark, there's only the headlights of the bike and a near by street lamp illuminating the area.

Jack pulls her helmet off and you watch her shake out her hair. You mind running, wanting to run your hands through it and tug her down to you. You shake your thoughts and pull off your own helmet.

"That was fun." She smiles at you, resting the helmet on the handle bars and sliding off the bike.

"What you got planned, baby?" She takes your helmet from you, securing it to the handle bars before turning back to you.

"Patience." She smirks, the sparkle in her eyes evident as she undoes the straps on the side bags and pulls out what looks to be an insulated food container and a small picnic rug and your face brightens, a smile stretching from ear to ear. "Thought you'd like a picnic. Here hold this." She passes you the wrapped picnic rug, while she digs into the side bag again and pulls out a small cooler bag.

"You got the kitchen sink in there too?" You side step to avoid her quick jab with her free hand trying to hit your hip.

"You want chocolate covered strawberries or not?"

"Such the romantic!" You drop a kiss to her cheek and walk hand in hand down the path to the beach. You find a spot away from other people who had the same idea and set up.

"Our favourite." You look down to see Jack pull out takeout containers from your favourite Italian restaurant.

"Wasn't sure how warm this would be so I just got Spaghetti Napolitana." She did a small shrug and you leant over and kissed her cheek again, noticing the slight nerves in her voice. She seemed to be quite nervous tonight.

"It's perfect babe." You lean back on to your elbows, watching the tide slowly inch further out, the candle she brought flickered in the slight breeze and you couldn't think of a better way to spend your Valentines Eve dinner. "You know I don't need all this but it's absolutely perfect."

Jack smiles down at you. You can see the desire in her eyes to roll over and take you but she portions out the pasta into small cardboard bowls and hands you one with a wooden fork. You sit back up and enjoy your meal together. Small talk about the day is had while you both enjoy your surroundings. Once you both are finished Jack puts the bowls away and moves closer to you. Dessert is clearly happening later.

She leans over and crushes your lips with hers in a mind blowing kiss which makes your balance falter slightly and you drop down onto your back. The kiss is broken from both your smiles and you run your hand, finally, through her long blonde hair and she kisses you again, this time exploring, there's no tongue war happening, you let her take it all. You moan as she brings her hand up under your shirt, running her fingers up your ribs and cupping your breast over your bra.

You break this kiss for air. "Pretty sure having sex on the beach is still illegal, hun." You can feel her smile against your neck, her mouth hasn't left your skin. Running a hot path from your mouth to the base of your neck.

"You implying we are going to get caught?"

You breath hitches as she brings your shirt up over your breasts and sucks your nipple through the thin material of your bra. "Don't stop." You moan and all fucks about being arrested have left. Plus it would definitely be worth it. You feel her smile and her fingers fold down your bra and you almost scream when her teeth tug at your nipple. You giggle when you feel Jack's hand come up to cover you mouth and you kiss it instead, open mouthed, wet and you groan when Jack's mouth leaves your breast but your groans are for naught because she's just changing breats and her hand clamps down over your mouth again when you gives just as much attention to your other one. Her other hand however has slowly been moving south and it isn't until you feel her side her fingers between your legs that you almost jolt upright. She's got your nerves on edge, not to mention you two haven't had sex in almost a week. You buck into her hand and she trails kisses back up to your mouth. Removing her hand to replace it with her lips.

"You going to be quiet or shall I stop right now?" She whispers into your ear, her hand slowing its pace and you groan.

"You may have to swallow my screams." You see her wicked grin light up her face and she drops her lips to yours again and she does as you suggested. Her fingers pick up their pace and you moan into her.

"I definitely won't be able to hold back my screams." Jack collapsed beside you, her fingers tickling across your stomach. "How about we eat these strawberries and we can pick up where I left off back at the room."

You sit back up and kiss her cheek while she reaches and brings back a small container with the chocolate coated strawberries as she promised. She hands you the box while she shifts around so you're both sitting face to face. You don't see the sheer panic cross her face as you rip off the lid and almost drop the box when you see whats sitting on top of the strawberries.

"Woops, how did that get in there?" She grabs the bright, gold band before you can pick it up. Your eyes snap to hers and you see the sly smile planted on her face but the slight pink tinge to her cheeks and the uncertainty in her eyes.

"Jack?" You can't find the words. Luckily she can.

"The last 18 months of my life have been the most amazing and it's all because of you. You're the most-"

"Yes." You cant help but cut her off, you see the tears forming in the corner of her eyes and lean forward and crush your mouth with hers. "God, yes." She moans into your kiss but you can't help but smile when she struggles to find your hand without breaking the kiss.

"You ruined my speech. I'd been over thinking it for weeks." She leans back and slips the ring onto your finger. You look down at the simple rose gold band with three small diamonds set in. It's very simple, not flashy and very you.

"We have a lifetime for you to tell it to me." Jack cups your cheek with her palm and pulls you in for another mind altering kiss and you hope, pray that you never get use to the way she kisses you. The way your skin shivers under her touch and the way when she smiles at you causes your heart to skip a beat every dam time.

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:D Hope you liked this story as much as I enjoyed writing it all. Also shout out to @regal-roni who got me into this type of writing. It’s all your fault. ;)

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Five Years Later (ft. EreMika💘)

Hey, Rock You Like A Hurricane anon! I’ve been sitting on this one for ages so it feels good to publish it. #sorryittookme5yearstowritelmao

PS: Please don’t be afraid to send in more requests! :)

The sound was loud and obnoxious following a stench of gasoline that overwhelmed Mikasa's senses, making her already angry migraine throb painfully as she sits in the car listening to music before school. That's when the thorn in her side roared into the empty parking space before her, just as Rock You Like A Hurricane blasted through her car speakers. It was a kowasaki motorcycle and its owner refused to wear his helmet out of clear defiance, so the result was a sexy windswept look. Mikasa hides that she's blatantly staring at this handsome young man behind her aviator sunglasses while he stabilizes his bike and runs a hand through his head of shaggy, chocolate brown hair. She finds herself feeling envious that his shirt gets to be so close to such a deliciously lean yet muscular body and, when he stands up to rummage through the trunk, she gets an appreciation of how cute his butt is in those jeans. Her eyes scan up in time to catch a glimpse of washboard abs when he slips into a black zip up hoodie. They seem to have been chiseled by the gods just like his jawline which is balanced out perfectly with a slender, clean shaved face. Emerald green eyes? How rare! But the only one she has ever known with piercing eyes like those moved away years ago. It can't be. It was almost as if her hand moved on its own accord to open the car door and she was already feeling exceedingly anxious when it slammed shut behind her. "Uh, Eren?" She approached him hesitantly, still unsure if this is who she believes him to be. "Eren Jaeger?" Everything seems to freeze around them as he slowly scans her over. Hell, Eren could recognize that angelic voice from anywhere. He knows precisely who this beautiful woman is that stands before him, and she looks nothing like the demure young girl he used to know. That Mikasa wouldn't have been caught dead wearing a crop top, pristinely white vans, and tight skinny jeans that extenuate slender long legs. Not that he's complaining, though he does wish she wouldn't draw so much attention to herself because even his mind has begun to picture them wrapped around his waist. Raven colored hair only comes to her shoulders now instead of down her back and seems to be a current nuisance because it stubbornly insists on falling in her face. Absolutely stunning. Yes, she's a natural, timeless beauty who wears no makeup and has a tiny, barely noticeable piercing on her right nostril that's very flattering to such a petite face. One that he could easily gaze at all day.

"Hey." Eren's voice is so deep and smooth to her ears, that she can’t help but respond with an adorably awestruck face. He flashes his signature smirk as he watches her shyly tuck stray hairs behind her ear. How cute. "It's been five years." He maneuvers himself to stand once more and was surprised to see her lightly blushing, possibly at how tall he has gotten over the years.

"Nice bike." She smiles, nodding as if gesturing behind him.

"Yeah, thanks."

"What are you doing here? I thought you guys moved."

"Dad got a good job nearby, so we moved back here."

"Oh." Mikasa replies softly and adjusts the strap of her low hanging purse. His eyes remain glued on hers as he reaches into his back pocket for a box of cigarettes and removed one with his teeth, then stuffed the box back in his pocket. "You're, um," She smiles at his smirk as she watches him light the cigarette. "You aren't supposed to smoke on school grounds.." But it was clear that he wasn't anywhere near concerned, since he simply took a seat on his motorbike and flashed his trademark grin. He gives the end of his cigarette a light tap, sending excess ash into the breeze to be scattered across the pavement as he blows a puff of nicotine laced smoke away from her face.

"I genuinely do not give a shit what the school rules are."

"Color me surprised. What happened to you anyway? You're so different now."

"And you're not? Never pictured someone like you with a nose piercing," Eren snickers, shaking his head slowly as he draws from his cigarette. "Why do you care that I’m different anyway? You're the one who said that you wanted nothing to do with me."

"You're damn right I did! You were a jerk!" Mikasa hisses under her breath and watches him blow smoke away from her face once more. "I got tired of being treated like a doormat. Besides, I tried to mend things but if you recall, you were the one who shut me down." She narrows her eyes and he smirks remembering back to almost three years ago, where she had reached out to his old number but he ignored it. And he isn't even sure why.

"Know what? You're awful pretty when you want to kick my ass."

"I must be breathtaking then! Why do you look so amused?!"

"Probably because I am and yeah," Eren smirks as he drops his cigarette on the pavement and squishes it with his beat up converse, looking up into her eyes from where he sits on his motorcycle. They've softened considerably. Not what he intended, but this works. "You are very breathtaking." His words made her blush lightly, complimenting the widened gray orbs and cute tiny smile.

"Your, uh, your first period," She gestured at the school with a nod. "What is it?"

"Why?"

"Are you stupid? Because you don't know where you're -"

"I wasn't planning on staying."

"Oh." Mikasa nervously bites her lip and sighs as she holds her books to her chest. She turns to walk away wishing that she had taken the second excedrin, only to be stopped with a firm hand on the shoulder that prompted her to turn her head. Is he blushing?

"Wait."

"What?"

"Meet me tonight?" Eren looked so cute - smiling with bright eyes full of that same fire she remembers those emeralds having when he was a lionhearted young boy. He sticks his hands into his front pockets and she desperately wishes that she could catch this on film because it's so rare to see him bashful. Though her mind is abuzz from his sudden and welcomed affections, she decided that it would be fun if she toyed with him a little bit to make him work for it. After all, she has chased long enough, and now it was his turn to do the chasing.

"Why?" Mikasa grins as her eyes briefly flickered to his body, then to his incredible emerald orbs and dreamy smile. "You actually want to spend time with me now?" She found it highly amusing when he replied with a familiar laugh that's just as deep and smooth as his normal voice, and something that she has missed greatly over the years. He looks away for a moment like he wants to crawl under a rock and she wonders if things have already gone too far.

"Sure, why not?" Eren knows her all too well to not have seen this coming, where she subtly bats her long eyelashes at him while she waits for his response and bites her lower lip. He should have figured that she might be a tease and play hard to get.

"I'm sorry, but I already have plans." Her eyes wander shamelessly to his lips and she flashes a beautiful, toothy grin. Even though he had just been rejected, he honestly couldn't help but smile whenever she does, which used to irritate the hell out of him. If he were irritated, he would have tried to stop her somehow, but that's not what happened. She wants to look back and check if he's still watching, but her attention is now on with her best friend Sasha.

"Skip 'em!" Eren hollers between his hands and he smiles to himself as they fell awkwardly to his sides. He takes a seat on his motorcycle like he was ready to leave and found himself to be fighting the thoughts he has of her a lot less now. To say that he's looking forward to this little game of hers would be an understatement.

"Oh my god!" Sasha exclaims having recognized almost immediately who the young man was that's trying to pick up her best friend. "Oh my god, i-is that?"

"Yeah," Mikasa blushes and glances over her shoulder, helplessly smiling now that she’s seen him sitting on his motorcycle with his arms crossed on his chest, still watching her with a smirk. "Eren Jaeger is back.." She turns to her friend once more and just laughs at Sasha's knowing smile. It was later after school when Mikasa returned to her little car that she discovered an empty gum wrapper with what she presumes to be Eren's phone number scribbled on it, cleverly jammed underneath one of her windshield wipers. However, she was torn on whether she wanted to wait or text him some other time, which followed her long after she was on the other side of her bedroom door and laying in bed with the wrapper in her hand. She smiles to herself as she rolls onto her side and places the wrapper on the bed, staring out the window thinking through the encounter she had with Eren this morning. Oh god, it's already happening again, I can't stop thinking about him! She groans and covers her face with her hands as his handsome face continues to come to mind. These thoughts became distracting for her and made homework more annoying than usual, but she slept peacefully for the first time since he had moved away five years ago.

Eren wasn't even at school the next morning and she was admittedly disappointed after dreaming of starting over with him. Actually, he wasn't there often at all until Friday came along and he stayed the entire day, leading her to believe that Carla may have gotten wind of her rebellious son already skipping school. The estranged friends have a few classes together and constantly manage to catch each other's eyes either during Chemistry, Calculus, or moving between classes throughout the day. Mikasa wanted to make him wait until Monday, but now that it’s passed nine at night, she’s not so sure she can do that after such genuinely fun, flirty exchanges with him today. She chews on her lower lip and grabs his number from the top of her nightstand, then drops on the bed as she opens a new message to type out a simple greeting. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes when she presses send, knowing that all she can do now is wait. And while she was, her eyes had fluttered shut during a binge watch on Hulu, falling asleep almost immediately with thoughts of her day, having Eren back, and how much it truly meant that they're speaking again. The next morning, Mikasa wakes with a start and felt briefly irritated with herself for falling asleep so early. She pushes the home button on her phone and gasps excitedly to see that he had responded over night, about two hours after she fell asleep.

Eren: Miks?

Her heart jumped into her throat because he is the only person who calls her that. She smiles as she gently rubs her tired eyes, bringing the keyboard up so she can reply.

Mikasa: Yeah, it's me

Eren: Good morning, beautiful ;)

Mikasa: :) Did you still want to hang out..?

Eren: Fuck yes. Think your dad will have a cow to watch you ride off on a motorcycle?

Mikasa: Hahha, no, my dad is pretty cool. Don't you remember?

Eren: Idk, I always thought he'd be different when you started dating.

Mikasa: No, he's pretty much the same goofy guy he's always been :)

Eren: Cool. I'll pick you up at six?

Mikasa: Okay! I'm so excited :)

She sits her phone down beside her with its screen on and brought both hands up to cover her face, letting out a muffled scream of excitement. Then a small vibration on the bed caught her attention and made her look down.

Eren: Yeah, me too :) See you later.

Mikasa smiles at the jittery sensation coursing through her body, exactly how she felt after she once drank three mugs of coffee for a migraine. She searches through her contacts for Sasha's number to share the unbelievable news that she's going on a date with the one guy she has been head over heels for since they were children. The entire day dragged on knowing that Eren would be there later that evening to take her out. Is he going to kiss me? Oh my god! I don't know how to do that! She pulls up on the belt loops of her skinny jeans and gave her tank top that's neatly tucked behind the waistband a gentle tug until it barely hung over the front. Her mind raced while she got ready, and she was constantly checking the clock display on her lock screen. Mikasa examines the hour long result of her hard work in the bathroom mirror, though all she did was blow dry and straighten her hair, she feels satisfied with the results. Suddenly, the familiar obnoxious sound of a motorcycle echoed throughout the neighborhood and her heart rate skyrockets. "Dang! Dang!" She mumbles to herself, jumping around on one leg as she zips the side of her ankle bootie, then hurried out of her bedroom and practically ran downstairs, where she was greeted by her parents while they catch up on their show.

"Hi, ladybug," Came her mother's melodic voice from the living room. "Where are you off to?"

"I have a date."

"A date?" Her father asks. "With who?"

"Do you guys remember Eren?" Mikasa smiles and her parents looked at each other with a knowing grin before turning to their teenage daughter. They've seen this day coming for years. "Well, I have to go. He's waiting for me in the driveway. Love you guys!"

"Love you too sweetheart!" They hollered in unison and she rushes to leave, though she closed the door behind her carefully so it didn't slam. She sticks her key into the lock and the motorcycle revved playfully nearby, which only made her excited heart beat faster. Mikasa turns with a wide smile as she walks down the porch steps and was thrilled to see him already sporting that signature smirk she's been obsessed with for years. She smiles and pushes her fingers through her hair, twirling it absentmindedly.

"Hi.."

"You look fantastic, baby."

Her heart jumped.

"Wow, I love it when you call me that."

"Good, because I'd like to start calling you that now." Eren smirks as he reaches behind him to grab the helmet sitting on the seat and held it up to her. She smiles and rolls her eyes. "Humor me and put this on?" But she only gives a slow head shake and places her hands on her hips, something that he seems to find amusing if she's reading him correctly.

"Not if you aren't wearing one."

"Don't be stubborn."

"Okay, I know you want me to be safe and all, but I'm not wearing a helmet if you aren't going to wear one." Mikasa raised an eyebrow in irritation with how his face remains annoyingly amused. "God dammit! Stop looking at me like that!" She blushes when he responds with a laugh and tapped his fingerstips on the helmet. It's better than firing back at me.

"You're cute."

"Eren, I swear to god."

"Alright, alright, look. I only brought the one helmet, okay?" Eren offers it to her once again and smirks when she starts losing the fight against her grin, then takes the empty seat behind him as she slides the helmet over her head. It's difficult, but he manages to conceal the smile when she wrapped her arms around him for the first time in years. "Put your damn helmet on, hot stuff."

"It's on, it's on!" Mikasa giggles over the revving motorbike and tightly squeezes his waist as he turns in the wide driveway to take off the other direction. She still can't believe that he came back to her, and much more mature than when he left. The addition of how receptive he is to her affections and initiating something flirtatious is a wonderful addition. She knows him all too well not to notice these little touches to her hands at stop lights, since they barely touched before he left except for a few hugs where they lingered a little longer than normal. After ten minutes of breathing in his heavenly cologne and watching their little hometown go by, they finally pulled into an empty space at the park. Mikasa smiles as the bike is stabilized and carefully removed her helmet, shiny raven hair catching a light breeze. "The park?"

"Don't judge just yet. I'm not a complete douche bag." Eren briefly looks over his shoulder and smiles, then he stands up to offer her a hand. The immediate light blush on her cheeks was endearing to say the least and she smiles shyly as she takes his hand so he can help her to her feet.

"I didn't say you were one."

"Actually, you have managed to call me a douchebag at least twice since we started talking again. And hey," He pulls her right into his arms and smiles at her contagious giggle. "I love you." Though he wasn't expecting her jaw to actually drop, he shouldn't be too surprised given their sometimes explosive past.

But now they're starting over.

"I love you too.."

"That's good, otherwise this would be extremely awkward." Eren snakes his arms around her waist and smiles as she cradles his face in her hands. He held her close as they shared their first kiss and the already palpable sexual tension became all the more apparent. And when she pulled away, he found himself to be craving more of those sweet kisses. "Fuck, now I have to go to school just to make sure nobody is making moves on my girl."

"Eren Jaeger," Mikasa grins and lightly rubs her thumbs across the dimples on his cheeks. "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

"I think so?" He chuckles and nods his head, then released her from their embrace to take her petite hands in his. "That was my intention at least."

"It's about time. I’d love to be your girlfriend." Mikasa smiles and her cheeks grow hot as he sweetly kisses the tops of her hands. "Now, tell me why we're at the park when the sun is going to set in the next few hours!" She bounces twice on her feet and allowed herself to be gently pulled forward by the hand so they can stroll away together.

"I haven't managed to get a job yet since I've only been back for, like, maybe a month, so I can't afford to take you anywhere nice at the moment -"

"But you know I don't care about anything like that..."

"Miki, just shut up and appreciate how much of a secret hopeless romantic I am." Eren smiles and pulls his girl closer to cover her eyes with both hands. They soon come up on the tree where he has set up a McDonald's bag on a large quilted blanket underneath. It's the same tree that they used to play under and chase each other around as young children until they grew out of such activities. When they were finally close enough, he uncovered her eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "Do you remember coming here?" He whispers in her ear and rests chin on her shoulder, smiling to himself when she gasps softly into her hands.

"What a silly question, of course I do." Mikasa smiles as he kisses the side of her neck. "McDonalds doesn't bother me, though, seriously. You're way too hard on yourself."

"Don't sound so surprised."

"I'm not surprised at all."

"The minute I can afford to, though," Eren smiles and moves back to spin her around so he can see those beautiful eyes once more, then gently cradled her cheeks in his hands. "I'm going to take you to the best restaurant in town." And before either knew what hit them, their lips were colliding once more in a loving kiss that's much drier than the first they shared five minutes ago back at the bike. His hands fall from her cheeks to take one of hers and he laced their fingers together as she pulls her lips away, bringing the top of her hand to his smirk for a kiss. She smiles wide and reaches up to push long brown hair away from his forehead, then bites her lip with a look of longing.

"I love the shaggy look.."

"Yeah?"

"Oh, come on, surly you're aware of how handsome you are..." Mikasa smiles as he leans in to plant a kiss on her lips and lightly squeezed his hand. "So, can we eat now? I'm starving." And together they sit on the large blanket Eren brought, one with his back against the wide tree trunk, and the other sitting in his lap while they eat together. The young couple catch up on life, sharing what the other has missed during their time apart. It wasn't long until she was laying on her back with her head in his lap while one of his hands rests on her cheek, lightly stroking soft milky skin with his thumb. The sun's evening rays dance across her face as leaves rustle in the trees from a gentle breeze. "I've really missed you, Eren.." Mikasa smiles as his thumb swipes across her lower lip and gives it a soft kiss that made him chuckle.

"I missed you too. I'm sorry I treated you like shit."

"I forgive you."

"Just like that?" He raises an eyebrow and smiles when she reaches up to gently touch his cheek.

"Just like that. I mean, as long as you keep being good and don't go back to treating me like crap," Mikasa offers a small smile and it seems to settle the two teens because they both know that he's a man of his word. "And we're good." She gently moves her hand up into his hair, which is easily just as soft as she remembers from the very few times he had actually let her touch it. For some reason he isn't certain of, Mikasa's touch even in the simplest context has always make him feel like he's going to lose control, and it used to irritate him. Especially when he couldn't keep his heart rate under control. But now he doesn't care, perhaps it's because he has made peace with these feelings she elicits.

"God, you're so fucking gorgeous."

"Thank you.." Mikasa smiles and maintained his gaze while she gracefully moves on all fours to crawl in his lap, straddling the hardening length that hides in his jeans. Both teens blush redder than a tomato. "Wow, I never imagined that I'd get to do this." She bites her lip and chuckles in disbelief as he wraps his arms around her waist, then leans in to plant a deep, sensual kiss on her lips. She rests her hands on his chest as they continue to kiss and happily allows him to sit forward with her pressed flush against his solid form. Mikasa wraps her arms around his neck and their kissing immediately grows hungry, even while she was being carefully laid on her back. She captures his waist with her legs in the hopes that he would get the hint that she's definitely interested in proceeding further and he caught on rather quickly. Possibly because he's so much more aware of her affectionate ways.

"What do you want from me?" He removes her hands from his hair and laces their fingers together, then carefully pins her hands to the ground.

"Honestly? I just want to be with you..." Mikasa smiles sweetly as their lips meet once more in a steady, eager pace and squeezed his waist with her legs. It's true. It's what she's dreamed of since she fell hard for him all those years ago, though the thought never crossed her mind that she would get to do this with him. But here she is, willingly pinned to the blanketed grass by the only guy she's ever had her heart set on. She sighs softly into his mouth and pulls her lips away just enough to say: "But you absolutely must quit smoking."

"That's fine," He smiles and gently rubs his nose alongside hers. "I'll just focus on my newest addiction."

"Oh!" Mikasa giggles into the sudden deep, kiss that made the two teens long for more. "That's me, isn't it?" She bites her lip and he chuckles, rolling his eyes before proceeding to bury his face in the side of her neck, deliciously exposed from red fabric. He leaves kisses across her skin and his hand abandons hers to slowly rub across her stomach where the fabric of her jeans begins. She shudders slightly from his touch and reaches down to guide his warm hand beneath her shirt, then pushes it further up gradually until his fingers were gliding over her lacy bra. Mikasa moans softly as she makes him gently squeeze her breast and it causes a familiar stir below the belt for the young man. He pulls away quickly because he needs relief, but was truly surprised that she wanted to do something so private out in public. But it's that look in her eyes telling him that there are absolutely no signs of hesitation, because she wants him as much as he wants her.

"Are you sure you want to do this here? We can find a bed, you know."

"But with the moonlight - it's so romantic," Mikasa bites her lower lip and blushes. "Besides, there's a blanket down, I'll be okay." She smiles as their lips collide, then allowed him to push her shirt up over her bra covered breasts while she reaches between them and fumbles with his belt. He smirks against her lips and lets his kisses wander down her chin, then her neck, only to pleasantly be buried roughly in the valley between her breasts. She moans her appreciation as he bathes her milky mounds in kisses, carefully working a hand past his boxers to touch the length inside. He groans at the welcomed surprise and frees her breasts from only the cups of her bra, then pressed his lips to her nipple. She hums happily as he takes it into his mouth and suckles gently, paying careful attention to how her body responds to his touch. It seems obvious that she prefers the soft, attentive touches the most, at least for now. He chuckles when he feels her pulling down on his belt and jeans, then slowly removed his lips off of her now perky nipple.

"Anxious are we?"

"No, more like excited.." Mikasa smiles as she watches him sit up on his knees to help free one leg from her jeans and panties, then pushed them half way down the other. "I've been thinking about this moment for a long time, you know." She watches in amusement and the most adorable blush as he pushes everything to his knees, making his erection spring out full strength. She reaches for his shirt to pull him down on top of her and they both smile as their lips collide in a slow steady pace. He reaches down between her thighs to play with her wetness, his fingers slow and gentle as they rub flat on her clit. Mikasa moans into his mouth as her hand wanders to stroke the hot length. The sensations of having someone else touch them somewhere so private was lovely to say the least and they're both certain this will be happening frequently from now on. Once he was satisfied with how sufficiently wet she is, he pulls his hand away and wipes what remains of her on the sensitive head of his length, then carefully presses himself to her slit. She wraps her legs around his waist and gently nibbles on his lower lip as he slowly presses inside and was pleased when her kisses grew much quicker in pace. It's the first time for both, and their hearts are racing excitedly. She squeals softly in discomfort and he stops completely when he begins to taste the saltiness of her tears. He gently cradles her cheeks as he softly kisses her tears away and she smiles up at him, giving a small nod to proceed. He raises his eyebrow and she understands that he's concerned about continuing if it's going to hurt, but she insists.

"You're so beautiful," He smiles, giving her lips loving, tender kisses that did seem to settle her considerably. "I mean it, I haven't even seen you in five years and you still managed to take my breath away. It's rude, really." He chuckles, her soft giggle assuring him that she's coping with the temporary pain and discomfort. They continue to kiss and he slowly pushes in deeper, making her moan pleasurably this time around much to his relief. She kisses him hard and he happily lingers inside because there really isn't any rush, they have plenty of time before he has to take her home. He has no problem laying here and kissing her as she adjusts to that new fullness she has. Her kisses eventually slow and she was grinding against him sensually. That was his cue, and his hips retreat only slightly before he slowly pushes back inside, then he repeats the steady pace that wasn't too fast or too slow, just perfect for their first time. Moonlight, stars, could it be any more romantic? Mikasa pulls her lips away and gazes up at him as she returns his thrusts. Her hands slide up into his hair and they study each other's eyes intently as their rapid breaths continue to be shared between their lips and occasional tender kisses.

"Faster..." She moans louder as she's given what she desires and he smirks, then pressed his lips to hers to swallow her moans. It wasn't long until he made her climax and he was moving slower to draw it out. Mikasa smiles against his lips as their kisses grow rough with need and he starts up again, making her moan loudly into his mouth. He gives his girl exactly what she wants and humps her faster to quickly bring her to another orgasm. Eren smirks inwardly when he feels her insides quiver and groans in approval, pulling out just in time to drain his pulsating erection across her abs. She giggles excitedly as he pulls away and carefully readjusted her bra so her snowy breasts are nestled behind the cups. "Did we really just have sex?" Her smile widens as she reaches for the McDonald's bag to get a napkin that he immediately took from her.

"I can't let you clean up the mess that I left on you, I'm not a pig."

"No you're not, quite the opposite actually," Mikasa smiles as he carefully swipes the napkin across her stomach to clean off his goop. "And actually, now that we're hanging out, you definitely haven't changed that much. At least around me."

"Nope, and neither have you. Though I gotta say the little piercing is really sexy on you."

"Really? My ears are still pierced, too. I'm thinking about getting my cartilage done next."

"I support that." Eren smirks as he helps her into the other pant leg, then turns his attention to tucking away his satisfied length. He watches her wiggle around on her back into her jeans and fasten them, then she sits up quickly to crash her lips against his. I can definitely get used to this. He wraps an arm around her and smirks, his fingers pushing carefully through her hair to keep it back. She smiles and continues to kiss him because it truly feels so good to finally be able to do so. "Damn, I could kiss you all day."

"Me too..." Mikasa smiles as their lips meet again and they kiss enthusiastically. It's the start of something new, that much is clear, and they can't wait to see what the future has in store.

[tommyhardyx]

Mr Solomons - Part 5

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Pairing: Modern!Alfie Solomons x Reader Word Count: 4k Summary: It’s time for your date with Alfie.  Warnings: swearing, sex. A/N: Alright guys here we go, this is a much longer chapter and I think you’ll definitely enjoy this one. Also, thank you to @acciostilinski for making sure this isn’t awful. hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think! 

Since the moment you agreed to go on a date with Alfie, it’s all you had been able to think about. 

The days leading into Saturday begin to drag, work becomes boring and repetitive as you spend your days researching an upcoming article, and you find yourself constantly checking the clock hoping it’s getting closer and closer to the weekend so you can finally put all your focus into Alfie. 

At coffee, with friends, you tune out unintentionally, your mind always going back to him. You had spoken to him a couple of more times since he asked you out, trying to coax the meaning behind why you need a leather jacket to go out to dinner with him but he never breaks, never gives you anything more to go on than ‘just trust me, you’ll need it’. 

When Saturday finally rolls around, the mixture of excitement and terror for the night ahead wakes you earlier than intended and after a morning spent pacing around the house with nothing better to do than think about what might come from tonight Nancy finally has enough, dragging you out to your favourite coffee shop to take your mind off Alfie, refusing to address any mention of him and for the first time since you said yes you find yourself distracted, Alfie banished from your mind finally. 

By the time you get home it’s late enough to start getting ready, Nancy blasts loud music to get you in a good mood while she helps you decide on your outfit for the night, helping with your makeup and hair, keeping you smiling and laughing until it’s only a few minutes to 7. She gives you one last tight hug before sending you out the door, a smile of luck and an encouragement not to come home tonight. 

Waiting on the pavement outside your building, butterflies flying up a storm in your stomach, a smile pushes its way onto your face as the reason for Alfie’s confusing text asking you to wear a leather jacket finally makes sense. 

He pulls up to the curb right in front of you, the motorbike he sits on loud enough to drown out your thoughts of worry as he turns off the engine and pulls off his helmet grinning at you, his eyebrows lifting as he looks over you. 

“You look incredible,” he says. “You ever ridden one of these?” 

You shake your head as he offers a second helmet to you, his smile a comfort as you reach out hesitantly to take a hold of it. 

“All you gotta do, yeah, is hold on tight.” 

Slipping the helmet over your hair, praying it won’t mess it up too much after all the time you spent on it , you ease yourself onto the bike behind Alfie, your arms immediately slipping around his waist as you push your body against his back. 

“Good to go?” he asks, and you nod. “Don’t worry love, I won’t let you get hurt yeah?”

“I trust you.”

Your fingers curl into his own leather jacket as Alfie revs the engine, your stomach doing a little flip as he pulls out onto the road and you swear you hear him chuckle when you’re grip tightens on him. 

To take your mind off the mode of transport currently terrifying you, you instead focus on the feel of Alfie’s body beneath your arms, the solidness of him grounding you enough to actually begin to enjoy the ride, to enjoy you fly past the cars on the road, 

Unfortunately, the trip isn’t all that long, and a part of you is disappointed when he pulls the bike over and kills the engine, your arms slipping from around him as you carefully pull the helmet off. 

“So, how was that?” 

“Not as bad as I thought,” you admit, taking Alfie’s offered hand as he helps you off the bike. “Still terrifying though.”

“Told ya I wouldn’t let you get hurt,” he says with a wink. 

You smile up at him, enjoying the feeling of his large hand holding yours so much that you squeeze it tight when he tries to pull away, his smile mirroring yours at the motion. 

“Right, well we’re in here,” he explains, pointing to a Jewish restaurant in front of you. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind, you’ll have to tell me what’s good though I haven’t eaten a lot of Jewish food in my life.”

He grins, holding the door open for you. “I can do that.” 

The inside of the restaurant is small, cozy even, setting you at ease as a waiter guides you to your table and Alfie holds your chair out for you. 

Both of you hang your leather jackets over the back of your chairs, Alfie’s outfit underneath finally showing itself properly. The crisp white shirt, combined with the black slacks and vest is a good look for him. He has the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms, giving you a glimpse at some of the tattoos that litter his skin. 

Alfie helps as you read through the menu, pointing out some of his favourite dishes always with little anecdotes of his mother making them for him when he was young, his love for her clear every time he speaks about her. 

As your food is placed in front of you, you give him a look. 

“I’m putting my trust in you, if I don’t like this it’s your fault,” you tease and he gives you one of his wide grins. 

“Then I guess I’ll just have to make it up to ya if you don’t,” he promises with a wink. 

“I’m holding you to that,” you tell him, pointing your fork at him before taking your first bite. 

The food is better than expected, the slight moan you let out on purpose causing a smirk to spread onto Alfie’s face as he starts eating his own meal. 

“Like it?” 

“It’s incredible,” you mutter, digging into the dish enjoying the way Alfie smiles at you as you eat. 

As dinner comes to an end and the two of you make your way back outside to his bike you realise you don’t want the night to end quite yet, though to come out and just say you’d like to go back to his place might sound a little desperate. He hands your helmet to you the question on his lips as he intently looks you over, looking for any sign you might want to get out of this now. 

“Do you want to come back to my place for a bit? I’m sure Cyril would like to see you again,” he says, the offer of his dog making the offer sound a little less like all he wants is to get you into bed. 

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you almost whisper, slipping the helmet back on.  

Alfie’s flat isn’t quite what you expected. Part of you expected it to be empty, bare of any personality. But instead what you find is very much like the man who lives there. It’s organised, clean, but has a lived-in feeling that sets you at ease. 

“Hello Cyril,” you say as the dog comes running over, his tail wagging madly behind him and Alfie holds onto the dog's collar to keep him from tackling you to the ground. You reach to scratch behind the dog's ears, smiling at the way he leans into your touch. 

“Think he missed ya,” Alfie says squatting down to the dog’s level. 

Watching Alfie with Cyril never fails to make you smile, the man’s face lighting up at the mere sight of his dog, his chuckle making your stomach flip in the best possible way as he scratches under the dog’s chin. 

“How’re you doin’ mate?” 

You make your way to a wall of framed photos, there’s one of a woman you assume is Alfie’s mother holding a young boy which could be no one but Alfie himself in her arms, another more recent photo of Alfie and Ollie outside the distillery, and another of Alfie with his arm around a girl that must be his sister. 

“Is this Hannah?” you ask as Alfie comes to stand by your side. 

“Hm? Yeah, that’s her, made me take that photo with her,” he admits, running a hand over his beard. 

“What’s she like?” 

“She’s brilliant. Fucking smart, don’t know where she got that from, she’s an engineer. She’s also a pain in my arse, but I love her,” he explains, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I’d love to meet her someday,” you say as you turn to the photo of him and Ollie. “When was this taken?” 

“Day we opened the distillery. Fuck, I was terrified that day, had no fucking clue if we would fail or succeed. Ollie kept me from panicking yeah, he kept me calm. He’s good at that,” he explains. 

He rubs a hand over the back of his head, a move that almost seems like nerves as he keeps his gaze on the photo in front of him. 

“He’s the reason I asked you out, so if this goes well expect him to never fucking shut up about it,” he mutters, making you laugh. 

The two of you make your way to the couch, the conversation flowing long enough that Cyril gets bored with the lack of attention and goes off to occupy himself some other way and you find yourself moving closer to Alfie, his arm resting along the top of the couch just beside your head. 

As the two of you continue to talk, your eyes move from his face down his toned body and you begin to wonder just what he looks like underneath those clothes. 

Alfie’s hand settles on your hip, his face mere inches from your own so close you can feel his warm breath on your skin. His eyes search your face, moving from your eyes down to your lips and your heart pounds with anticipation as you wait for him to make his move. 

“Are you going to kiss me or stare at me all night?” you whisper. 

He grins, his free hand reaching to cup your cheek as he finally presses his plump lips against your own. Your hands move slowly up his chest, fingers grasping the material of his shirt. 

“Finally,” you whisper, mouth breaking into a grin as he rests his forehead against yours. 

Alfie matches your grin, his hands settling firmly on your hips as he lifts you with ease, settling you onto his lap as his lips find yours again his tongue slipping into your mouth tangling with your own. 

Your hands move up his muscular arms, the feeling of them beneath your fingers making you groan into his mouth. 

“Let’s move to the bedroom yeah?” he asks, voice gruff as his lips press along your jaw. 

“Yes,” is your breathless response, your fingers tangling in his hair as he stands, your legs wrapping around his waist. 

His hands find your backside, squeezing the skin as he carries you to his bedroom, kicking the door closed before Cyril can follow you in. 

Alfie sets you down on your feet and you immediately reach for the buttons on his vest, desperate to see the body you’d felt beneath his clothes on his bike. You manage to get the vest off, pushing it down his arms and immediately do the same to his shirt, grinning at the sight of his muscular, tattoo-covered chest. 

“See something you like?” 

“I do indeed,” you tell him, reaching up to kiss his lips as your hands find the buckle on his belt easily getting it open before unbuttoning his trousers and shoving them down his hips. 

“Right, your turn then,” he says. 

His hands are rough as he pulls of your clothes, the outfit you’d painstakingly picked out for tonight mixing with his own discarded on the floor. 

Alfie groans at the sight of you in just your black lace underwear, and when you reach to hook your fingers in the waistband his hand is quick to cover your own. 

“Leave ‘em on,” he mutters, his lips finding yours once again as he pulls your body against his. 

His hands roam over your back, moving down to your lace covered backside, fingers digging into the skin as he lifts you up and carries you over to the bed, dropping you onto your knees. 

Alfie watches, hungry expression on his face as you lie back against the mattress your legs opening to give him a view that makes his cock twitch, but he ignores it as he climbs onto the bed, hands reaching for your legs as he pulls you closer to him. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” he breathes, hooking your legs onto his shoulders. 

His lips press a trail of kisses down the inside of your thighs, his beard brushing softly against your skin as his fingers brush along the lace of your panties, hooking a finger along the strip of material hiding your slit from view. 

A gasp leaves your lips as his tongue first runs along your slit, flicking against your clit. He clearly knows what he’s doing, he’s well practised and you both know it so you let your head fall back and enjoy it, his tongue feeling incredible against the most sensitive part of you. 

Your grip in his hair tightens as you feel your orgasm impending, his tongue working you faster as you move your hips rubbing yourself against his face. 

The moan that escapes your lips as your orgasm crashes over you is louder than any you’ve let out during sex, and your fingers grasp his hair tighter as you come down from your high. 

“Fuck,” you mumble, head tipped back as Alfie pulls away, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand watching you with a grin your grasp on his hair finally relaxing. 

“Alright, there love?” 

You groan, looking down at him and rolling your eyes at the smug grin on his face as he takes hold of the black lace between his teeth and slowly pulls them down your legs.

Discarding them, Alfie kisses his way up your body and once he’s close enough, you take his face in your hands, pulling him closer so you can kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips as his hands find your waist. 

“You have condoms?” you whisper against his lips. 

“In the drawer,” he mutters, pulling away to reach over to fish a condom out of the drawer. He stiffens as you reach down to grasp his already hard cock in your hand swearing as you begin to slowly stroke him. 

Alfie settles onto his knees, fumbling with the condom while trying to get it open as you continue you stroke him grinning at how distracted he is with just one hand on his cock. 

“Need some help?” you ask, earning a glare from him as he finally tears open the packet. 

“Got it,” he mutters, swatting your hand away so he can roll the condom on himself, stroking his cock a few times as you lie back against the pillows, smiling up at him as he watches you, mesmerised by your body. 

He lines himself up with you, rubbing himself along your slit as you reach for him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pull him down closer to you. 

“Fuck,” Alfie groans at the same time you let out a gasp as he finally slides into you, his thickness filling you up. He pauses for a minute, his lips finding your own once again and your nails dig into his back as he starts to thrust. 

He feels perfect inside of you, much better than previous lovers. The way he holds you as he thrusts into you, his lips kissing every inch of your skin he can reach, your nails scratch paths down his back as you wrap your legs around his waist. 

You try to match his pace, moving your hips back into him as he trusts, but soon enough he takes over, and you do nothing but lie there and let him, the feeling of him making your fingers grip him as tight as you can, your toes curl, and your lips unable to say anything other than his name. 

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing the sensitive ball of nerves as you find yourself getting closer to the edge again. 

Your lips collide with his as you both find your climax, your tongues tangling together as you moan into his mouth. He continues to thrust until you’re both spent, finally pulling out as he pulls his lips away from yours. 

Alfie rests his forehead on your chest as he catches his breath, his hands holding your waist as you run your fingers through his hair, feeling guilty for how hard you pulled on it earlier. 

Soon enough he sits up, pressing his lips to yours. 

“I’ll be back in just a minute,” he says, his lips brushing yours.

He gets up and you watch his bare arse as he makes his way into the en suite. 

Left alone with your thoughts, you sigh as you sink back into the pillows, slipping beneath the blankets as the cool air makes a shiver run through your naked body. This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go, you never do this on the first date never go this far so quickly. But somehow, with Alfie, it doesn’t feel wrong. It feels right.

Alfie makes his way back into the room and climbs into bed beside you, those big arms reaching towards you to hold you tight against his body and tucking your head in under his chin. 

“So you’re a cuddler are you?” you tease, settling into his chest. 

“You can’t tell me this ain’t fucking nice,” he says, lips pressing against the top of your head. 

It is nice, so nice that you don’t want to leave. But this is only the first date, you never intended to have sex on the first date and now you’re on the verge of already spending the night with him when all you intended for tonight was to have dinner with him. 

You can already imagine the look on Nancy’s face if you come home tomorrow morning, still wearing the outfit you’d worn tonight. The idea of that smug look alone is enough for you to shift so you can kiss him softly. 

“I should go,” you whisper against his lips.

“Stay. Stay the night,” he mutters, his arms tightening around you as you attempt to pull away. “I’ll cook ya breakfast in the morning.” 

“Oh well that changes things,” you tease. 

“Please love, just stay.” Alfie’s eyes are drifting shut, his face softening as he holds you a little tighter and while you’re telling yourself to take this slow, that you really should leave and give yourself time to process the night's events everything about him is telling you to stay. 

Gently you press a kiss to his chest, your hand gently rubbing his side as you settle in against him. His fingers brush softly along your arm and a tired smile stretches across your face. 

“Alright, I’ll stay.”

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The first thing you notice the following morning is Alfie’s arms still wrapped around you. 

It takes you a minute to work out what’s going on, where you are and why arms are holding you against a solid chest, but soon enough the night before comes back to you. Alfie’s promise of breakfast and his tired voice asking you to stay the night brings a smile to your face as you glance up at him. 

“Good morning.” 

He’s awake but just, his eyes half open, a deep frown on his face as he reaches to rub his eyes with one hand. 

“Mornin’,” he mutters, voice deep from sleep. 

You press a kiss to his chest, earning a grumble from him as he throws his arm over his eyes to block out the light breaking through the gaps around the edges of the blinds. 

“Not a morning person?” you ask, fingers curling in his beard. 

“Didn’t I fucking warn you ‘bout that?” 

“Nope. It’s cute though,” you tell him, laughing when he grunts in response. 

You sit up, pulling out of his grip and glance around the room looking for wherever your clothes ended up last night. 

“Third drawer, grab a shirt if you want,” he mutters, pointing to the chest of drawers across the other side of the room. 

“Thanks,” you say, leaning in to kiss his cheek before sliding out of the bed. 

As you approach the drawers, you hear the sound of scratching on the bedroom door followed by a loud whine. Cyril. 

“Fucking hell,” Alfie mutters. 

“Where do you keep the dog food? I’ll feed him,” you offer, slipping a grey t-shirt over your head and your underwear back up your legs. 

“It’s in the kitchen. Can make yourself a cup of coffee while you’re out there if you want.” 

“You want one?” 

“I’ll get it when I’m awake,” he mutters, turning over to bury his face in the pillow. When he speaks again, his voice is muffled. “Don’t go making any fucking breakfast, told ya I’d do it.” 

Opening the bedroom door, you manage to slip out without letting Cyril in to disturb Alfie and lead the large dog out into the kitchen. You fill up both his food and water dishes before making a cup of coffee, sinking into the couch with it and smiling when Cyril comes to join you, his head resting on your lap. 

The morning is quiet, peaceful, as you sip your coffee and gently brush your fingers through the dog’s fur. 

Soon enough Alfie emerges from the bedroom, dressed in a matching shirt, his hair a mess atop his head. 

“You awake now?” you ask, watching as he makes his way over to you his frown hidden partially behind a pair of glasses you’ve never seen him wearing before. 

“Partially,” he says, stopping to pat Cyril’s head. 

“I didn’t know you wear glasses,” you point out, smiling as he leans in to press a kiss to your head. 

“I wear contacts when I go out. Too fucking tired this early in the morning to put ‘em in,” he explains, swiping your cup of coffee from your hand and taking a sip. 

He twists his face up in disgust, handing the mug back to you as you laugh. 

“Fucking sugar. How do you have it so fucking sweet?” 

“It’s because I’m so sweet,” you joke, earning another kiss to the top of your head. 

“That’s true. Now, breakfast,” he says, clapping his hands together startling Cyril who quickly lifts his head to see what the noise was. “Relax mate, only me. Pancakes sound good?” 

“Sounds perfect. You want help?” 

“Nope. You keep that pretty arse of yours right there, yeah?” 

You grin up at him, angling your chin just right before speaking. “Okay, now come give me a kiss.” 

He happily obliges you, leaning down to press his soft lips to yours before heading off towards the kitchen. You watch over the back of the couch as he cooks, looking content as he cooks and you decide to join him. 

“Thought I told you to stay over there,” he says as you pull yourself up onto the benchtop. 

“I wanted to be a little closer to you,” you tell him. 

Alfie grins as he comes to stand between your legs, your hands finding his hips as you bring his face down to yours.

“If they burn them cause you’re fucking distracting me you’re eating the burnt ones,” he mumbles against your lips. 

“Worth it.” 

He chuckles against you, his chest rumbling with laughter as he presses a kiss to your forehead. With ease he pulls himself from your grip, so he can flip the pancake in the pan. 

“Too bad you put your shirt back on, should have left it off,” you comment, grinning at the glare he shoots you. 

“You think so aye?” 

You nod, grin widening as he sighs and strips off his shirt, playfully throwing it at you. 

“Much better.” 

Watching Alfie, his hair a mess, bleary eyes hidden behind his glasses, mouth stretched open in a yawn as he cooks you breakfast, you find yourself yearning for more of this in the future. 

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[bards-witcher]

Wildtoonz (NS/FW)

So this is for a friend and is based off of a couple of ideas thrown around in the nsfw part of the bbs rarepair server, I hope you like it, even if it is kinda rushed :/

Also requests are still closed and I hope you guys respect that, just until I manage to write some of the prompts and make a significant dent in them :)

Warning: Explicit

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With a sigh he pulled away from the hood of the car to grab the nearest towel and haphazardly wipe his now oil covered hands, a smile gracing his face as he heard his husband mutter a swear whilst he worked on the bike their latest client had brought in earlier that day.

When they had first opened their business they’d been told by multiple people, namely their competitors, that they wouldn’t last long in this town and that they may as well move on now.

However, they had long since proved them wrong, the both of them able to charm their way into the town people’s hearts making them quick favourites, offering discounts to those they knew were struggling with money at the moment as well as enrolling local school kids to help learn the basics of how to take care of their vehicles. They even offered part time apprenticeships to those who thought of becoming mechanics, taking them under their wing to help show them the ins and outs of some of the vehicles they worked on and earn a bit of allowance on the side.

Whilst they were glad for the interest and the extra hands around the shop, especially as their popularity grew and with people coming from several towns over to get their vehicles fixed by them, they knew that school was their student’s priority, so they always made sure they finished their homework before they even thought of joining them, and depending on their workload would even offer to help them out with some of the questions they were stuck on.

As it stood now though, it was a late Friday afternoon and it was just him and Luke in the shop, typically they didn’t take students on Fridays as they were more keen on starting the weekend, which left them to stay up late into the evening to get as much work done as they could before they shut up shop for the weekend.

With that thought he moved away from the car, having done nothing but stare at its components for far too long before he silently stalked his way behind Luke and wrap his arms around him, chuckling at his startled jump before the older man settled back in his hold, at least until he started to trail his still oil stained hands up under Lukes’ shirt.

“You get me dirty again Ty an’ you’re sleepin’ on the couch tonight” He chuckled a little against the other man’s neck, letting Luke turn around his hold so that they were facing one another, his eyes wandering down to land on the other man’s lips which quickly turned into a smirk “Before you start makin’ out with me can you grab me a bottle of water”

He hummed a little at the interruption, leaning down to briefly press their lips together before he reluctantly pulled away from the other man, swaying his hips a little for the eyes he knew were following him as he walked towards the vending machine in the corner of the shop.

Without a thought he grabbed one of the handful of quarters they kept on top of the machine for the students who would come and work for them, making the brief note to replenish the cash for the coming week as he quickly selected a bottle of water and made his way back to Luke, who was now leisurely leaning back against the bike he’d been working on.

However, as he got closer to the other man, instead of passing the bottle to Lukes’ outstretched hand instead he held it high above his head whilst his other hand grabbed onto the older man and pulled him close, quickly planting his lips onto Lukes’ sp that the other man was too startled to stop him when he quickly coaxed his mouth open to allow his tongue to explore his mouth.

Finally, Luke seemed to catch up, the other man grabbing him by the hips to pull him closer and have their hips grind against each other a little, an action that caused him to let out a small moan into Lukes’ mouth, which turned into a long drawn out groan when he felt the other man’s hands move to palm harshly at his ass, his free hand moving to hold the side of Lukes’ face to keep them pressed together whilst his thumb traced the other man’s cheek as if her were something precious.

He was so wrapped up in his kiss with Luke that he was caught by surprise when he felt the water bottle be suddenly snatched from his hand, meaning he quickly pulled away with a shout, which quickly turned into a laugh when he saw the oil now covering Lukes’ face courtesy of his hand.

“What’s so fuckin’ funny”

“Nothin’” With that he used the same hand to lightly grab onto Lukes’ beard, gently tugging the other man closer to him so that he could kiss him again, but apparently Luke wasn’t interested in carrying on with their impromptu make out session as he pulled away from him again, a judging look in his eye.

He was unable to hold back his chuckle at the black oil that he could see not only covering the side of Lukes’ face, but also his beard, knowing that he probably had mere seconds to live before Luke would kill him for what he did, and yet he just had to watch as the older man bent down to check out his face in the motorbike’s wing mirror.

“You’re a fuckin’ bitch Tyler, you know how long it takes to grow a beard as nice as fuckin’ this and you just go out and ruin it”

“Quit your moanin’ old man, nothin’ a little hot water and soap won’t fix”

“You’re not gettin’ out of this so easily Tyler, now get back to your fuckin’ car, I want to get out of here”

He just let out a snort as he turned to walk away, already anticipating the harsh slap of a towel slapping against his ass, something that had become the norm whenever he was being particularly annoying, letting out a high pitched fake moan of ‘more daddy’ which earned a small chuckle from Luke and another slap on his ass.

With a sigh he returned to the open hood of the car he was working on and made sure to stick his ass out and sway it a little as he felt eyes bore into his back, a small smile gracing his face at the fact, he’d finished the car almost an hour ago but only kept up the act in an attempt to get the other man to do as he wanted.

First, he wasted a few more minutes fiddling around with wires and pipes, just a quick check to make sure that he was in fact done before he pulled back to grab a towel and wipe away the thin sheen of sweat that had formed on his face, then he turned his head to throw a quick grin at Luke who was still staring at him with a small smirk on his face before quirking his eyebrow in question.

Glad that he had the other man’s attention he bent down to grab the creeper board before moving to lay on it, adjusting himself slightly so that his legs were spread wide and caused his pants to stretch tightly across his ass before he pushed himself under the car.

As before, he knew everything was all good underneath having checked it hours ago, but once again he pretended to work for a few minutes before he was pulling himself out from under the car, a frown on his face as he turned to face Luke.

“Babe, can you come check under the car for a sec, need a second opinion on whether the shock absorbers are all good” He leaned his head up slightly to watch as Luke approached him with a sigh before the other man moved to stand between his still outstretched legs and lean over him and against the car to aim a questioning look at him.

“You don’t know how to do your job now?”

He simply rolled his eyes before he moved to sit up, Luke quickly moving out of his way so that he could stand before he quickly turned to corner the older man against the car “Well I’m not so used to older vehicles so thought it would be right up your alley”

“You’re already in my bad books, you sure you want to make it worse” His only answer was to wrap his arms around the other man’s waist, the fact that he could even do so showed that Luke wasn’t actually mad at him and he quickly moved to place light kisses along his neck “Besides, what’s in it for me?”

“My undying appreciation and a piece of this ass tonight”

“Oh please, I can get a piece of that ass whenever I want, you’re gonna have to do better than that”

“Well fuck you then bitch, you ain’t getting’ shit tonight” He felt Luke chuckle then, the other man calling his bluff when he felt a hand squeeze his ass, the movement causing his hips to move forward and grind against Luke’s a little and he couldn’t help but let out a small hum as he felt the other man getting harder below him “and fyi, this is Ms. Andrews car, you know the one who always bakes us a nice pecan pie when we do a job for her, imagine her thanks if I can call her now sayin’ she can pick up her car tonight”

Luke only stared at him for a moment, his eyes narrowing as if trying to catch his bluff, unable to stop his grin when the other man’s face quickly turned into a scowl “I fuckin’ hate you”

He chuckled as Luke pushed him away slightly so that he could move to lay on the creeper and get a look under the car, enjoying the sight of Lukes’ dick straining to get out of his pants far too much that he’s a little distracted when the other man calls out to him “Hey, Tyler, quit starin’ and get me a light, no wonder you’re unsure cause you can’t see shit under here”

With that he moved to grab the flashlight he had long since discarded on the floor a while ago, but not before he lightly kicked the other man’s shins, barely avoiding Lukes’ kick of retaliation before rolling the torch under the car and towards the older man.

He listened as Luke fiddled around under the car in an effort to inspect it, only to be met with a frustrated sigh “Think I can see somethin’ but can’t quite make it out, can you lower the car a little”

With a small smile to himself he moved around to the jack that was propping the car up, giving a quick shout to let the other man know he was moving it before he started to lower it.

As he kept lowering he carefully moved his foot to rest against the base of the creeper, keeping the older man trapped under the car as he ignored the shout to stop as he lowered the car further and further, the other man now struggling a little to try and get out from under the car, but his foot remained firm until the hood of the car was pressed lightly against Lukes’ stomach so as not to be too uncomfortable.

“Tyler the fuck you playin’ at?” There was no doubt in Lukes’ voice that he was pissed, and whilst normally he’d be a bit wary of the other man’s anger, he’s sure his bad mood will quickly dissipate after he finishes his plan.

“I just wanted a little fun, and so do you apparently” As he said that he quickly shucked his shoe off so that he could rub the sole of his foot against Lukes’ hard dick, humming a little as he felt it twitch beneath his touch.

“You could’ve just asked me asshole”

“And you would’ve said no, as always” He heard Lukes’ scoff beneath the car but they both knew he was right, wasting no time before he was knelt down on the floor and quickly removing the other man’s pants, chuckling a little at the small thrust Luke gave when his dick was exposed to the cold air of the garage “Plus you’ve got to admit this is excitin’”

“Well I wish you would’ve asked first cause I’d happily fuck you against any other surface in the shop”

“Fuck off Luke, I’ve begged you to fuck me across the countertop so many times and each time you have some bullshit excuse” As he spoke he was quickly unbuttoning his own pants and lowering them just past his knees before he straddled Lukes’ hips reverse cowgirl style.

“But it’s fuckin’ filthy in here-“

“and it wasn’t dirty when you fucked me behind some bushes in the park”

“That was different” He could hear the fight leaving the other man knowing that he had no ground to stand on, giving Luke no time to think of another argument before he gave his own dick a couple of teasing strokes, causing him to let out a deep sigh “What’re you doin’ Ty? Can’t I at least see?”

“You lost that right a long time ago, so just lay back and let me use you how I want” The answering curse was music to his ears as he reached back to slowly pull the plug out of him that had been tormenting him all day with a breathless moan, letting out a huffed laugh as he saw Luke give another testing thrust as the older man’s dick twitched at the noise.

“At least tell me what you’re doin’, you’re fuckin’ killin’ me over here” He mulled the thought over for a second before he decided it could be used to torment the man further.

“Well I just pulled out that plug you bought me on our anniversary, god you have no idea how hard today’s been with that thing inside me”

“Damn baby, didn’t know you wanted my dick that bad” He just rolled his eyes at the comment, whilst Luke was trying to be somewhat sympathetic, he knew the other man would’ve just teased him relentlessly if he knew, only making the torture worse “You take a moment to relieve the tension a little today? or have you been good?”

“I’ve been a fuckin’ angel and now I’m gettin’ my reward” He let out a gasp on a particular stroke of his dick before positioning himself over Lukes’ prone form, feeling the other man jump a little as he grabbed onto one of his thighs to balance himself before he leaned forward, his other hand reaching back to keep Lukes’ dick in place.

He tuned out whatever muffled response Luke retorted back to him, sure that he would just be chastised for using the plug without ‘permission’, not that he cared of course given how much time he saved not having to prep himself.

“Are you really gonna complain old man when it means I can do this” With that he slowly sat down on Lukes’ dick, biting his lip slightly in concentration whilst he let out a low moan, noting the small curses and strained groans he could hear from Luke until he was fully seated in the other man’s lap.

“Fuckin’ hell, how’re you always so tight” He huffed a laugh then as he slowly began to grind into the other man’s lap, small controlled movements that he knew would quickly drive the man below him crazy “Tyler, can you quit bein’ a goddamn tease for once in your life and ride me for fucks sake"

“You’re one to talk, only reason you’re here is cause you wouldn’t fuck me this mornin’” Before Luke could even think of protesting he quickly lifted himself before sitting back down, letting out a low sigh which was accompanied by a strained one from Luke before he repeated the action again “You know what it ain’t even matter, ‘m so close”

With that he quickly picked up his pace, making sure to angle his hips slightly so that on each movement down Luke would hit his prostate, not caring about anything else other than his own pleasure as it was with a handful of more thrusts that he finally came into his hand with a strangled shout.

Normally, he would feel somewhat embarrassed about having come so soon but given how he’d been on edge all day he couldn’t bring himself to care, especially when he knew that Luke was nowhere near finished so he could probably fit in at least another round.

“You’re not gonna leave me like this are you Tyler?” He scoffed a little at Lukes’ question that sounded a lot like begging to him, his only answer being to slowly grind back against the other man’s dick, and have it rub against his prostate, his own dick twitching half-heartedly a couple of times at the slight pleasure and pain from the overstimulation whilst he wiped his come covered hand on a nearby cloth.

“Do I look like a fuckin’ asshole to you”

“I wouldn’t know, I can’t see shit under this car you trapped me under”

He could only roll  his eyes whilst he continued grinding down on Lukes’ dick, with each passing comment from the other man he was more and more tempted to just leave him there instead “God do you ever stop complainin’, wish I gagged you before trapping you under there”

“Treat me well an’ I might even let you tie me up tonight” The offer accompanied with the slow southern drawl that Luke always played up when he wanted something had him shiver a little in anticipation, quickly making his mind up as he slowly raised himself so that only the tip of Lukes’ dick was in him before he quickly sank down.

The strained moan from Luke, accompanied by a small thrust of his hips that was all he could manage whilst he was still on the creeper board, he eagerly repeated the motion, making each movement slower and slower to try and wring out every last moan from Luke whilst he slowly started to get hard again.

Small, broken whimpers could be heard under the car as he ground back against Lukes’ thrusts into him, letting out his own breathless sigh when it caused the other man to rub against his prostate, until finally his own need began to eat away at him, and he quickly picked up the pace at which he rode Lukes’ dick.

The small groans and whispered encouragement he could hear from Luke only spurred him on further so that he easily reached forward to rest both hands on the other man’s thighs and used them to balance himself as he leaned forward slightly so he that he could really start moving his hips and pick up his pace even further, the slight change in angle with which his prostate was hit had him lose the will to do anything else but chase his orgasm.

He gave a final push then, putting all his energy into moving his ass over Lukes’ dick, the other man having long since lost any form of coherent speech and could only let out small moans and grunts as well as the odd swear.

He couldn’t be bothered to try and balance himself with one hand so that he wouldn’t make a mess when he came, instead watching as precum steadily leaked from his dick and onto the garage floor all whilst he kept thrusting his hips.

So far gone in his own head from pleasure that he didn’t know how close he was until his orgasm hit him, letting out a strangled shout of Lukes’ name, as if begging him for something more, as he came untouched onto the floor below him.

This time though, as much as he wanted to stay seated on Lukes’ dick and keep teasing him, he became overly sensitive a lot faster than the first time and it was with a hiss that he raised himself off of Luke, much to the protestations of the older man.

“Tyler, c’mon, I was so fuckin’ close, please” He watched Luke give a thrust into the air, begging for something, anything, hell he’s sure just putting a loose hand around the man’s dick will have him coming, but he wants Luke to hold out just a little longer.

“Jus’ wait, need a second”

“Need a second my ass, you ain’t gettin’ it up again for at least a couple hours-“

“I’m fuckin’ ten years younger than you, course I can get it up again, whilst you’re old enough to be my sugar daddy” Just after he finished speaking he noticed Lukes’ dick twitch a little, and he couldn’t help but smirk a little at the fact whilst he could hear the other man give a low frustrated groan “You okay there, daddy”

He watched as Lukes’ dick twitched again and now he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping a hand around the other man’s dick to give it a couple of small strokes whilst he spoke “How many years have we been together, and you didn’t tell me this shit”

“Didn’t want to weird you out”

“That’s a bullshit excuse and you know it but I’ll argue about it later” He heard Luke huff a laugh and he can feel the older man relax somewhat now that he knew he wasn’t going to be mocked for his kink, at least not yet, he definitely planned to use that relentlessly wherever they were to try and get a rise out of Luke, but that was for another time, and without another thought he quickly kneeled over Luke again and slowly started to push back out onto his dick, letting out a sigh when he was fully seated again “I wasn’t lyin’ earlier by the way, I already called Ms. Andrews and she’s supposed to be here in twenty minutes, but you know how early she likes to be, so you’ve got ten minutes tops before you lose the chance to come today”

He huffed a laugh as he heard a somewhat strangled moan from Luke accompanied by a twitch of his dick as he was playing more into his voyeurism fantasies, and he knew the very real prospect of getting caught meant that Luke wouldn’t last much longer.

Without wasting another moment, still sensitive after his last couple of orgasms, he began to slowly ride Lukes’ dick, hating that it took far longer than what he hoped to finally start to get hard again, but as soon as pleasure began to take over the painful edge he quickly picked up his pace so that he was all but bouncing in Lukes’ lap, the only sounds being that of their moans as they lost whatever little control they had left.

His breath hitched a little when Luke with his limited motion tried to fuck back up into him with each thrust, meaning he pushed just that bit further into him that had him breathless and moaning, kind of hating his trap now as he wanted nothing more than for Luke to simply lay him over the floor and pound into him, however he was so close now, he could tell they both were, which meant he now had to work double time to get them both to finish having no idea how much time they had left.

He could feel his orgasm begin to curl at the base of his stomach and this time reached a tentative hand down to loosely wrap around his dick so that each of his movements would have him loosely jack himself off, the feather light touch almost torturous, but quickly had him careening towards the edge.

With each move of his hips that had Lukes’ dick hitting his prostate he found himself closer and closer, and whilst he wanted to draw it out a little just to get Luke that little bit closer, he didn’t have the willpower to deny himself now “Luke, ‘m not gonna last, are-“

“Me too baby, jus’ keep goin’ and I’ll quickly be comin’ in that tight ass o’ yours” He huffed a laugh as he felt his dick twitch a little, precum now covering his hand that was still loosely jacking him off as Lukes’ words pushed him even closer.

“You like my fillin’ my tight ass don’t you daddy, after this I’m gonna plug my ass back up until you next want to fuck me”

“Shit”

“You like havin’ a cum dumpster husband, daddy?”

“Fuckin’ hell” With that he felt Luke start to come inside of him, his pace faltering a little as he wanted to enjoy the feeling of being filled for a moment, but he quickly picked it up as he chased his own orgasm, and sure enough it was with a handful more movements that he was finally coming too.

With a small shout, too tired to do much else he came into his hand to try and salvage the floor somewhat from his earlier incident, Luke doing most of the movement now as he grinded his hips up against him to keep the pressure on his prostate and coax a couple of more ropes of come from him until he finally relaxed back against the car with a content sigh.

“You ever gonna let me out of here bitch” Lukes’ comment got a short laugh from him as he settled further into his lap, grinding his hips down a little which earned a swear from the older man before he relented.

“And here I thought you’d be thankin’ me for some great sex, no appreciation these days huh?” Now it was Lukes’ turn to chuckle a little, a warm feeling settling in his chest at the sound as he felt the edges of sleep begin to tug him under.

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ fall asleep now Ty, Ms. Andrews is coming still, remember?” The fact quickly had him alert, looking at the time to see that she was due any minute now and whilst being caught in the moment was hot at the time, he definitely did not want to be caught now, they had a business to run after all.

Luke seemed to sense his distress, but the bastard could only laugh at his plight as he quickly reached for the plug he’d long since discarded, wiping it a little on his jeans before he slowly pulled off of Lukes’ softening dick and pushed the plug in to take its place, a small shudder running through him at the fact before he got up and off of the other man.

Careful with the hand still coated in his come he quickly pulled his jeans back up and grabbed a cloth to put over his come staining the floor before he moved over to the jack, and with a couple of quick movements, Luke finally moved out from under the car looking utterly dishevelled as he took in the room around him.

The older man then quickly got up and off the board to pull up his own jeans before approaching him, all the while looking at him as a predator would its prey.

Without breaking eye contact he raised the hand still covered in his come and with long stripes of his tongue began to lick it up, moaning a little when he heard the slight growl from Luke before the other man separated the small distance between them only to grab his wrist before bringing his hand closer to then lick at his hand himself.

He watched with what could only be a hungry look as Luke licked up whatever come was left on his hand, never once breaking eye contact with each other, and only when he was done did the older man pull him into a rushed kiss that he’s sure would have caused blood if it weren’t then for a tentative knock on the door, which had them quickly pull apart from each other before Ms. Andrews was poking her head around the door, a wide smile on her face as she came in, none the wiser to the activities that took place not even five minutes ago.

As one of their favourite clients moved to put her much anticipated pecan pie in their small fridge in the kitchen, all while rattling about some gossip she heard from a friend, Luke quickly leaned up to whisper in his ear whilst one of his hands ventured past the back of his jeans to grab at his ass before he felt long fingers poke at the plug he’d just put in himself, trying his best not to squirm and shiver at the touch.

“Make the most of your time now cause I’m gonna be owning your ass all weekend, if you’re able to walk Monday mornin’ then clearly I went too easy on you” The silent promise had him unable to keep back his shiver, and even now he felt his dick give a weak, painful twitch in his jeans until all of a sudden Luke pulled away entirely as if nothing had happened to go and strike up a conversion with their still gossiping client.

He couldn’t keep the small smile from his face at his prospective weekend plans as he moved over to the car to get it ready to leave, in the corner of his eye noting Lukes’ sly grin at him that had him working even faster so that they could get home sooner.

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Not Your Typical Woman-Jax Teller x Reader

(GIF credit to @charliehunnamxo)

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Summary: requested by anonymous: ‘Okay first of all you are amazing second of all I was kinda hoping you could write a one shot, or fanfiction (whatever you like cause I know it will be awesome either way) where the reader is looking for a job as a mechanic at TM where she gets the job an ends up patching in Mabey getting into a fight with a few crow eaters over Jax who she eventually ends up with thank you so much you are amazing 😍😍’

(A/N: Just changed it slightly, but I hope it’s still what you wanted)

Characters: Jax Teller x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name  (Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Swearing, bitchiness

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Pulling into the parking lot, I smiled to myself as I looked at my new place of work. All my life I had grown up helping my dad work on his car and motorbikes, it just seemed natural to me. Whereas my sister was the typical girly-girl, playing with her dolls and dressing up, I would roll in covered in oil or mud, helping carry the tool box around; I giggled as I thought back to that time, we were so different yet had the strongest bond. This was all I wanted. A simple mechanic job, surrounded by what I loved doing. I had grown up in Charming too, I could never leave this place. 

Confidently strolling towards the office, I kept my head held high as I realised that this place was mostly run by men. Shame really, we needed more women in this industry.

“Hey, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” Gemma, the woman who interviewed me called out.

“Yeah, hi!” I said back, shaking her hand.

“Good to see you again, congrats on getting the job.”

“Thank you. I brought those papers you asked for.”

“Great, let’s show you around.”

I had instantly liked Gemma when she first interviewed me, but now I was more sure than ever that she would be a good boss. Her attitude was just amazing, I loved how she was clearly the boss who ran the place, the men respected her too. After showing me where everything was, we ended up back outside, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at the bikes lined up.

“You got one of your own?” she asked me.

“No, used to. Had to sell it unfortunately, but my dad had one too. They’re beautiful.”

She chuckled.“You know who we are, don’t you?”

I nodded.“Yeah, you’re an MC, Sons of Anarchy to be exact.”

“I’m assuming that’s what attracted you to the job?”

I laughed at that.“No, it’s just a perk.”

My dad had always told me of this MC, almost praising them sometimes. My mom on the other hand, not so much; she could see that they were helping their community, their family, but of course, this couldn’t outweigh the amount of illegal shit they got up to. I always found it exciting. That was something me and my sister had in common, we loved the bad boy look (as most girls do at some stage in their lives), and these men were just the right bunch for us to crush on. Being in an MC interested me. I didn’t know whether it was the danger, the mechanical side, or how close they all were that pulled me towards that life. And here I was, working for them.

“I think you’re going to be just fine here. Hey, I know it’s sudden, but would you mind covering someone’s shift this afternoon? It’s in an hour but he’s called in sick and I need this job doing today.”

“No problem. Might as well get going whilst I’m here.”

I changed into the overalls, pulling down the top half and tying the arms around my waist before throwing my hair up in a ponytail. Normally I was a very confident person, but nerves were starting to kick in. I had only ever worked on cars and such by myself or with my dad, and although I had the degrees necessary, I could feel doubt starting to creep in; it wasn’t a nice feeling.

“Hey, are you supposed to be in here?” I heard someone say behind me as I shut my locker.

“Uh,” I turned around, greeted by a handsome, blonde man,“yeah, I just started today.”

“Oh, right. Sorry, too used to saying that.”

“You’re too used to asking women if they should be in here?”

“Sorry, ignore that. I’m Jax.”

I shook his hand.“(Y/N).”

He looked me up and down before turning away, making me smile. I wasn’t going to lie, I was flattered that someone as gorgeous as him was checking me out. As he turned around, I couldn’t help but stare at his kutte, admiring it slightly. He must have noticed because as he took it off, he looked at me over his shoulder.

“Gotta admit, the chicks dig it.”

“I think I dig it for different reasons.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve always wanted to be in an MC, ever since my dad first introduced me to bikes.”

“Really? Don’t see many women wanting that...actually there aren’t any women patched in.”

“What?! Are you serious?”

“Yeah, it just hasn’t happened yet.”

I thought for a moment, a slow smile appearing on my face.“What does it take to get patched in?”

“You serious? You got any idea the shit you got to go through?”

“No, that’s why I’m asking.”

“Uh...listen, I’m the President of this MC-”

“Oh, shit. This isn’t a good start is it?”

“Look, the fact I’ve never even heard of a woman being patched in means that it’s there for a reason.”

“I mean, it could be that a bunch of males just made that rule because that’s what men were, and sometimes still, are like.”

He nodded to me.“Yeah, it could be. I would have to look into it.”

“So that’s not a no?”

“It’s not a yes.” he smirked.“I’ve literally just met you, I shouldn’t even be considering it.”

“Hm, what does that tell you about me?”

I winked at him, sultry leaving the room with a new found confidence, adrenaline pumping through my veins. With confidence practically radiating off me, I was greeted with another Son, Juice, who was told to show me the ropes before I started working. I was easily able to joke with him as he showed me around, introducing me to everyone else that was there. It seemed easy, everything was where it would usually be, and I just wanted to get started. Once he left, I instantly started working, fully focused on the work in front of me.

As I would bend over the bonnet or lean down to grab another tool, I would notice some of the other men staring; there were those that tried to hide it, others didn’t care if I had seen them. Sometimes I would stare back, instantly causing them to look away, which always made me laugh. They were all working for the Sons of Anarchy, a notorious biker gang, they dealt with illegal stuff daily, yet somehow the presence of a woman made them nervous. 

The weeks flew by, and I couldn’t express how much I was loving my job. Not only was I passionate about my work, the people around me became like a second family. It was so easy to fit in with them. When I told my dad everything, instead of being concerned that his daughter was affiliated with a gang, he was excited, asking me tonnes of questions, as if they were celebrities. But I started noticing that I would be given different tasks to the other workers, ones not involving the garage. It was usually Jax who gave the orders, pulling me away from whatever I was working on to ask a favour. I would go with other members for small tasks, like collecting payments; this definitely wasn’t in my job description. These tasks kept appearing, and I was starting to get an incline that something was going to change for me. 

Like any other working day, I turned up to work, hanging up my belongings and checking my appearance. I heard someone else enter, making me smile as I went to greet them.

“Morning Jax.” I beamed.

“You’re needed, now.” He said coldly, a dark look on his face.

My smile instantly disappeared.“Oh, for what?”

He didn’t say anything, only gesturing with his head to follow. Nerves started to build in my stomach. Had I done something wrong? What could I have possibly done? Did a job go bad? Was a customer unhappy? Numerous scenarios whizzed through my mind as I followed him to their meeting room, where they had their ‘church’ meetings. I could see all of the club members sat around the table. This was serious.

“Stand over there.” Jax ordered, sitting at the head of the table as I stood opposite.

It went silent, all of the men looking at me intensely.

“Look, we appreciate all you do. It’s clear to see that you’re a hard worker, you know what you’re doing. But I’m afraid that isn’t enough.”

I clasped my hands together, gripping onto them tightly as I listened.

“We’re gonna have to put more on you, show us that you really want to do this.”

I felt something slap onto my back, slinging around my shoulders. I jumped slightly, grabbing onto the material before it slipped off. As I brought it in front of my eyes, my mouth dropped open in shock, disbelief strewn across my face.

“No fucking way!” I exclaimed.

They had handed me a kutte, stating that I was a prospect to the Sons of Anarchy! I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming.

“It’s official, you’re our newest prospect. Means we get to boss you around a lot more.” Jax smirked.

“You’re all assholes, I was about to start crying.” I scoffed as I put it on.

“Looking good lass.” Chibs called out.

“How come I can become a prospect? I thought women couldn’t be one?”

Jax explained,“Well, the way we see it, the rules are old fashioned. I could tell that you were serious about it too. You’re our guinea pig.”

Congratulations were passed around to me as the meeting adjourned, smiles on everyone’s faces. I caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked fucking sexy and powerful with this kutte, it was a new part of my life and who I would be.

“I’ve got your first order actually.” Jax, who hadn’t left the room, said.

“Oh? And what would that be, Mr President?”

“For your ass to be at this clubhouse tonight for a party.”

“I think I can manage that.”

“And wear the kutte. Don’ know why I’ve not let a girl wear it before.”

“Glad you like it just as much as I do.”

His teasing tone stopped for a moment.“You do know how serious this is, don’t you?” 

I nodded.“Yes, and I wouldn’t put myself in this position otherwise.”

Once I finsihed my shift, I sped home, racking my brain to think of something to wear. My first party and first time being a prospect, it was daunting. I was making history here, being the first woman prospect. They had seen something in me, and I was going to prove that I was worth the title and much more. 

Checking myself out once more in the mirror, I took yet another picture of me, still not over how I looked; I had done an amazing job of getting glammed up. Jax had offered to take me to the party, even though I could easily travel there myself. Looking over the selfies I just took, I giggled as I sent one to him, along with the message that I was finally ready. I must have received the world’s fastest reply, he was on his way. 

“Someone’s out to impress tonight.” Jax commented after giving me a wolf whistle as I stepped outside.

I gave a little spin, taking the helmet from his outstretched hand.“Don’t I always? Come on, let’s get going, I’m in desperate need of a drink.”

For the first hour, Jax stayed by my side. His hand was around my waist, not caring what it looked like to others. Instead of it embarrassing me or making me uncomfortable, I relished in the fact that he was paying attention to me. Jax lured me in. I didn’t know everything about him, hardly anything actually but that made me want to know him more; he was interesting to me, not to mention undeniably hot. I felt a little lost when he left me for a moment, but I had to remain confident. I was a prospect, and although we had to earn respect, I didn’t want to come off as someone who would just roll over when someone told me to. Especially when two crow eaters approached me, as if I were some sort of prey.

“Isn’t this funny Jackie? The sons must be playing a practical joke.” one spoke.

Jackie obnoxiously cackled.“Oh god, it’s pathetic how she craves so much attention.”

Hypocrites.

“Can I help you?” I snapped.

“Oh, no. We’re just enjoying the entertainment for the evening.”

“Do you honestly have nothing better to do when you aren’t being used as a sex toy?”

“Listen sweetie, I don’t know why they’ve let you become a prospect, quite tragic actually; makes you more frigid than you already are.”

“How would you know what frigid means?”

“You have to respect us. We’re part of the club.”

“No, you’re really not. I work for patched in club members, and the only woman I’ll ever take orders from is Gemma. Stop kidding yourselves and just get on with whatever it is you do.”

“I’ll be telling Jax about this....once we’ve had our fun.”

No, Jax and I weren’t an item, we hadn’t even spoke about anything remotely close to that. She was trying to push my buttons, and although deep down it was working, I masked that.

“You do that. Now let me get on with my night.”

I turned away, leaning against the end of the bar. My hopes of them leaving were false, making me roll my eyes as they came up with more cute comebacks. That’s when I spotted a crate of beers on the floor, giving me a slightly petty idea. Picking up one, I shook it, turning back to face the girls.

“Look, you’re bitchy comments are great, they’re really making me sad,” I sarcastically said, pouting slightly,“but I really think you should cool off.”

I opened the bottle, letting it spray all over the whores. It soaked their skimpy dresses, their squealing grabbing the attention of everyone. It was silent for only a moment before laughing and yelling followed. I laughed too, really wishing that I had done something more to them. They whined as they rushed off, and that was when I knew I had made some enemies. But before I could celebrate my victory, I was harshly yanked out of the room. I panicked as I saw that it was Jax. Shit, was I really not supposed to do that? Should I have been the bigger person?

As he pushed me up against a wall, I could hear how heavy his breathing was.“That was fucking hot.”

“What?” I breathed out.

“Back there, what you did. Everyday I get more and more attracted to you.”

“J-Jax, are you serious?”

“Yes, look if you don’t want this then just say-”

I quickly grabbed his hand, it was my turn to drag him into another room.“Fuck yes, say no more.”

[chippokenabokura]

World Trigger - Volume 20 Extras Part 1

I’m going to start off with the Q&A again this time, which has some very interesting implications seeded in the answers this time...

Question Corner 14

Q: Can Enedra’s ‘Vorvoros’ make things like just his hand from a distance?

A: It seems possible, but it seems he can’t make fine movements. But it’d likely be interesting if he could move it.

 Q: Can Moira’s ‘Spiralskia’ sever an object if it is inserted into the hole? Or is the window unable to close?

A: I think it won’t be able to sever it, and spit out the object instead. If it had the ability to sever, it seems likely there would be several people who’re cut in half by accident.

 Q: Can Hairoein’s ‘Alektor’ create bullets in the shape of humans?

A: It doesn’t seem like there are bullets of mammals that don’t reproduce through ‘eggs’, but he was using things that looked like jellyfish which goes planula larva -> polyp strobilation, so maybe he can.

 Q: Can ‘Alektor’s’ ability to take in trion from surrounding cubes and heal the body be used on other people’s trion bodies?

A: It doesn’t seem like he healed Moira, so it seems it can’t.

 Q: You had a character whose name means ‘pig’ in your last work (Schwein), and in this one Hus means ‘pig’ too. Is there some kind of meaning behind this?

A: There isn’t really any meaning, but since the author likes pork cutlets he might be subconsciously giving the title of ‘pig’ to capable characters.

 Q: What are the criteria used to choose the commentator and colour commentators for rank wars?

A: It seems colour commentators are mostly those who have A rank experience, but sometimes B rank captains are called up too. Anyone can be a commentator as long as they can talk, and honestly it doesn’t have to be an operator but because you need to operate equipment a lot are operators. There have been times when the commentator was a combatant or an engineer.

 Q: Kako-san doesn’t have a Gunner trigger on her main trigger side, so why is she a Shooter?

A: This comes from BBF. Thank you for reading. The positions are based on the equipped trigger with the most solo points (except All-rounders). Kako-san’s Hound (custom) that she equips in her sub has the highest solo points, and the Scorpion she equips in her main hasn’t reached 6000 points yet, so she’s a Shooter.

It looks like she wants to increase her Scorpion to over 6000 points and become an All-rounder.

In the Galopoula battle, it seems she equipped Hound (custom) in her main too in preparation for a firefight.

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Question Corner 15

Q: Can the things on a trion body like the clothes you’re wearing or shoes be taken off?

A: You can set it to can be taken off or can’t be. The composition can be simpler if set to can’t be taken off, so that can save trion cost.

Border’s on-duty combat bodies are generally made so you can only take off the outerwear.

 Q: Does Jin-san use his Side Effect in solo matches? If he does, then what is the cause when he loses?

A: It seems he uses it against A rank agents. He used it actively in his past matches with Tachikawa too. A common case of him losing has him getting absorbed in reading the future and neglecting the present as the main factor.

 Q: Up to the Large Scale Invasion, Hound was written with the kanji for ‘guided bullet’, but from rank wars it’s written with the kanji for ‘pursuing bullet’; why is this?

A: ‘Detection guidance’ which chase trion responses is written ‘guided bullet’, and ‘visual guidance’ which locks on to the target with line of sight is written ‘pursuing bullet’, but there are quite a few mistakes here and there so don’t worry about it.

 Q: Is there anyone of 18 and above who has a driver’s licence for a car or a bike?

A: Aside from Reiji who has already driven in the story, it seems Fuyushima-san, Azuma-san, Suwa, Tsutsumi, Kako-san, and Kakizaki have normal driver’s licences.

The top brass and Sawamura-san have licences too. Tachikawa doesn’t as you might expect.

Zoe has a motorbike licence, and Kage and Touma have motorised bicycle licences. It seems Arafune and Hokari want motorbike licences too.

 Q: Konami-sempai is Attacker rank no.3, does this mean she shows up in the solo rank wars? And in that case what triggers does she use?

A: Studying came first for Konami up until the end of her middle school years so she didn’t do any solo rank wars then, and only participated in the period from her middle school graduation and part way through her first year of high school.

Back then, in that period, Jin had become a Black Trigger user and Tachikawa had kind of lost his motivation, so Konami sharpened her blades against those like Kazama-san to reach all the way to Attacker rank no.1. After that, along with Tamakoma’s separation, she took a step back from rank wars, but her solo points have only been surpassed by Tachikawa and Kazama-san so she’s still Attacker no.3.

Her triggers at the time were dual-wielded Kogetsu (fairly short).

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Some thoughts:

First, is this proof that Hus does mean pig?? And does that anecdote about Kako mean that Osamu will soon be in the top 9 Shooters who participate in rank wars? Also, thank god you don't have to worry about the kanji used for the two types of Hound because I have no idea how to maintain that difference in English without making it awkward.

Finally, and most importantly, Konami is only in her 2nd year of high school which means Tamakoma only separated a year ago!! Around the same time that Usami and Karasuma joined Tamakoma...dun dun dun...

[marieaqua]

Guess who is back with another build from @gayshitiguess​ ‘s series “From the Bell Jar”! It’s been a hot minute since I built anything from his work, but I started rereading it the other day and got the idea to build the apartments that Molly, Yasha, Beau, and Jester were in at the beginning of “Beware, Beware”. This time instead of just posting raw screenshots of the build I made graphics of them (really flexin’ them first-year architecture students skills aren’t I). This time I also made sims to go with the build because I wanted to add pictures in the apartments. More details about the build and the sims under the cut!

The Building (overall) : I only furnished the bottom floor because I only needed the bottom floor and it would make my game run smoother if I had less on the lot. The building is just a basic block apartment complex that has balconies on the left side. I put a parking garage on the right side of the bottom floor, which is part-way under the ground level. I got done with the whole thing and realized I had no way for sims to get into the building, so I tried to add a door on the side, but it didn’t work because of the split level so I just teleported the sims into the building.

The Parking Garage : This is a pretty small parking garage, but it doesn't function to start with because the Sims 4 doesn’t have cars or bikes or anything. The cars and the motorbike are CC, but I’ve had them for so long that I’ve lost the links to them and I don’t know how to track them down. If I can find them I will add the links.

Molly and Yasha’s Place : I like to think that Yasha kinda took over decorating the living area of the apartment and made it super nice and calming. I used lots of greens and plants and light tones in the living room and kitchen because too me it really just feels like something Yasha would like.

     Yasha’s Room : I kept with the lighter tones in her room with the peach, navy, and yellow color scheme. I placed some pictures of her and Molly and of Beau and Jester on her dresser and a sunflower picture above the dresser that matches with the sunflowers on her desk. I also placed some books on her desk on the side closer to the bed as if it was being used as a nightstand. I’m pretty sure the curtains in her room are the only ones I used besides the one I used in all of the other rooms.

    Molly’s Room : Molly’s room is where I used a darker color scheme in this apartment. I wanted to add a lot more color and clutter to his room but the Sims 4 is seriously lacking in Molly-style decor. The hanging decoration above his bed is CC from a big pack I downloaded a while ago and the peacock picture on the wall opposite of his bed is from one of the game packs. I ended up using a lot of red and black in his room with splashes of blue. I placed make-up, nail polish, and a picture of him and Yasha on his dresser and some candles on his nightstand.

Beau and Jester’s Place : I made the kitchen and living area of their apartment very obviously decorated by Jester. I made it all bright and pink and green with fairy lights and a picture wall of her friends. I made their apartment more of an open floorplan but it still the same general shape as Molly and Yasha’s.

      Jester’s Room : Jester’s room was super fun for me to build (just like in the last build I did for “From the Bell Jar”... maybe that says something about me). I used a lot of pink and yellow. I made a vanity using counters, a glass desk, large mirrors, and bb.moveobjects. I placed make-up, hair products, and a picture of Molly and Yasha on her vanity. I also placed a teddy bear and a picture of her and Beau on her dresser. There is also a shoe rack next to her door that isn’t in the screenshot.

     Beau’s Room : Even though her room is the exact same dimensions as Jester’s it somehow feels much smaller. I think it has to do with how the room is laid out, the dark color, and the one window vs Jester’s three. Beau’s room is dark blue and black with some posters on her wall near her bed that add some color. I placed a clothes rack and a treadmill in her room. I also placed some books and a notebook on her nightstand.

Jester : Jester’s face was SO HARD to figure out and I’m still not 100% happy with it. I have tried to make a Jester sim multiple times in the past (shhhhh, ignore my M9 savefile in my game) and I can never get her face right. Jester is a beauty that can not be captured in a character creation mode. I hadn’t originally planned on using this hair for her, but the color in the ends really sold it for me. Her entire outfit, aside from the necklace, is CC. I didn’t change anything about the body from the random sim I started with besides the skin tone. Her skin tone (and everyone’s) is different than what it looks like in screenshots. Her skin is supposed to be darker but when I looked back at my screenshots it didn’t like it was supposed to and I was very upset. Her outfit is very cutesie and I love it. I was originally just going to do some cute shorts and a tee but I got into CAS and went feral with my new CC. She (and everyone else) has more outfits that I can show later if you wanna see them.

Beau : Beau was the easiest for me to make. If you change her eyes to green than you have 90% of what my other sims look like (I might have a type). I used a CC hair on her that has a lotus shaved into the undercut. I thought it looked more like a Cadeuces hairstyle but it looks so cool that I had to use it. Her outfit is mostly CC besides her boots. The jeans I actually downloaded specifically for Molly (there is a color swatch that is perfect for him) but I ended up using on her. Like I said with Jester her skin is actually darker than what it is in the screenshots and you can’t really see it but she does have freckles across her nose.

Yasha : I hit randomize sim and got pretty much what I imagine Yasha looks like. I had to change a few things like eye color, nose shape, and lips. Her hair is CC that is actually from an Anime pack but I thought it looked very Yasha-esque. Her outfit is all in-game. I tried to use the gender settings in CAS but I couldn’t get them to work with the CC hair so I left them alone and worked with what I had (Yasha is trans in the “From the Bell Jar” AU if I’m not mistaken). The shirts automatically add cleavage even if you have the bust slider all of the way down.

Molly : LEMME TELL YOU HOW HARD IT IS TO CREATE MOLLY IN THE SIMS. Y’all, he took by far the longest. First thing, CC doesn’t work well with the gender settings in CAS. I downloaded so many things to use on him only to get into CAS and find out that it doesn’t matter if you turn off gendered clothing, for most CC if it was designed for female sims it is only going to show up if the sim is female. The jeans I used on Beau were supposed to be for Molly but they wouldn’t show up in CAS when I making him because they are for female sims and the CC ignores when I take off the gender filters. Second thing, most of the eyes for male sims don’t have eyelashes! There are very few that have lashes on them and my CC lashes are broken. Luckily one of the pre-set eyes with lashes I could mess with until I got some eyes that I thought looked like Molly. I am very happy with the sim I ended up with. I wish the purple hair in the sims was darker or that there was a darker purple available, but I still think that he looks very cute. His hair is CC and so is most of his outfit besides the shoes. One of the screenshots of him actually shows him in his party wear (which is one of the outfits you set in the Sims 4 in case anyone was unaware. It can sound kinda odd to anyone who doesn’t know that’s what the category is called). The top of his party wear is CC as well. His skin tone is darker in-game like Beau and Jester’s and he also has freckles on his face and arms but those don’t show up well in the screenshots. (Also those aren’t pecs, both of the shirts you see him in are technically female tops so they add shadow and cleavage and you can’t get rid of it. I started on his body shape and went “okay let's make a twink”)  

Bonus Screenshot : Guess who won in a 1v1 video game match