#and tossing and turning w worry for a day or two before following him to japan just to make sure hes doing well.

[spatio-rift]

dont really know how to word this right but its so funny to me that kidou and someoka were seemingly in the same position as pros in italy during the rise of fifth sector but while kidou went home to start a revolution someoka just stayed in italy and continued to play. and even when everyone he knew was getting involved he really only visited to see how nishiki was doing. like 3 days after he left. like both are so hilarious to me someoka of course supporting the resistance and wishing them good luck but not involving himself w any of it. and someoka saying goodbye to nishiki whos going back to japan after a year thinking like its nishiki hell be fine. then a day later booking a flight back to japan to check on him.

[dumpywrites]

So What if We - Kim Namjoon / RM

Prompt: “This wouldn’t change our friendship, right?”

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Slight angst, friends to lovers, minor mentions of smut

Pairing: Namjoon x she/her reader

a/n: I've been into friends to lovers trope lately and keep prioritizing the stories w/ this theme. I'm not neglecting the other requests I swear! haha this also turns out more sweet rather than angsty, it seems like I'm quite a bad angst writer T_T

“This wouldn’t change our friendship, right?”

That was what the guy said to you, the morning after waking up next to you in your very own bed. His eyes were a bit droopy but he had a smile smeared on his lips. His two layers of top were tossed somewhere on the bedroom floor, messily, and his jeans were hanging loosely on the edge of the bed. You thanked the heavens that he somehow had his boxers on with him.

Both of you were drunk the night before. You knew it was a bad idea to bring alcohol to the mix when you vent to your best friend. Nevertheless, you did it anyway and the damage had been done.

Being friends with Namjoon came because of the convenient at first. While it was true that both of you came from the same circle of friends, you were never that close at the beginning. After switching job and finding out his apartment was actually near your new workplace, he would often ask you to eat dinner together after work, knowing your tendencies to forget and skip meals after work.

And that was how you grew closer. Noticing how cute his dimples were and how caring he was towards you came naturally after that. He was a gentleman. The small things he did when you were with your friends suddenly felt a little more special. Before, you would never bat an eye when he helped you on the most basic things, like pulling Taehyung’s dinner chair, just because of how heavy they were. He would always do that before, but lately, your heart did a little flip when he did the gesture. 

It started to worry you as day by day you began to see him romantically rather than how you’d view the rest of your friends. Safe to say getting pissed drunk with just the two of you comprehensibly was a bad idea. 

It started when both of you were on your fifth can of sparkling rum, the tv was playing baby shark, you could not care less of what was playing at that point, alongside the scattered conversation cards on the floor. 

You could barely read the question card in your hand, but Namjoon was quick to read his. 

“Why did you break up with your most recent ex?”

You frowned. “That’s not fair, how come your last question was about what do you miss in your childhood but I got this?!”

“Just answer it!” He laughed. 

“I don’t know. It’s been a year I don’t even wanna remember.” You shrugged.

“It’s been that long?” 

“Yeah.” You chuckled. “Can’t believe it’s been a year since last time I got laid.” 

He looked at you with widened eyes due to the unbelievable sentence that just came out from your mouth. The alcohol truly was making you lose your filter. 

“You haven’t got laid in a year???” 

“Stop, don’t say it like that!” You whined. “So what if I don’t do casual hookups?”

“True but…” He squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look at you. “I just can’t believe it cause you’re hot.”

You eyed him questioningly, squinting in a cartoonish behavior. 

“I have eyes.”

“So do I, duh.” 

“Just take a compliment, please.” He rolled his eyes.

Both of you were sitting on the sofa with shoulders touching each other. Your head was getting heavy and his voice started to sound like honey, buttering your ears, making your mind dizzy. Furthermore, you did not know since when did he has his hand over your left thigh, just sitting there doing nothing. 

“Don’t you get horny sometimes?” He asked again, followed by a light grin. 

“Obviously.” You laughed bitterly. “Why? You’re offering help or something?” 

It was a bold thing to say, but before you knew it, somehow you were manhandled into his lap and your lips met in a rough and hungry kiss. Honestly you did not know how many minutes passed of both you just tongue dancing with each other. He broke the kiss only to ask you a question. 

“Do you mind if I touch your boobs?”

You almost laughed, but quickly nodded anyway. The rest was history, which brought you to the first problem. Your best friend waking up almost fully naked next to you, asking you a question that sounded so vile in your ears. 

“This wouldn’t change our friendship, right?”

“Yeah… I guess so.” 

“I don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable or anything—“

“No! I swear I’m not…” You quickly interrupted. 

“I did wear…”

“You did.” You chuckled. “It was a good thing I had some in my bedside.” 

“Okay.” He laughed nervously. “You sure you’re alright, though?”

“I mean… shit happens, I guess?” 

“I guess you’re right.” 

You were in fact a big fat liar. Things quickly went downhill right after. If it wasn’t that obvious to you then, it was now. You had feelings for Namjoon and it was even harder when he would still ask you to eat dinner with him after work. He acted like nothing had ever happened between you, and so did you. You endured and buried whatever feelings you had, for the sake of not wanting to lose him. 

Watching him acting normally when your friends were around while here you were, trying your best not to break your character. 

**

“Jin!” You exclaimed, hugging the guy. 

“Come on, everyone’s drinking already!”

Of course you were late, you were considering the option of not even showing up at all. It was getting harder trying to compose yourself while Namjoon was right there with all of your friends. 

“Why is Yoongi dancing?” You looked at the chaos in front of you. 

“I told you, they’re already drinking.” Jin laughed. “Here, take this.” The guy handed you a cup. 

You cringed upon bringing the cup closer to your nose. “Is this Jungkook’s whiskey cola?! That guy mixes like one percent of cola to his whiskey. I’m not drinking this.”

“You could always spend the night.” The older guy replied as he shrugged at you with a grin on his handsome face. 

“I’m not sleeping on your couch.” You laughed, bringing the untouched cup with you anyway. 

“You’re here!”

You gulped. Of course he had to greet you all excited. You wanted so badly to wipe that stupid smile off his face, but you couldn’t. You had to put on this whole best friend act. Just a little longer.

He looked casual and boyish. The plain army green oversized tee matched with his cream colored bermuda shorts. Ever since he decided to bleach his hair you couldn’t manage more than three seconds looking at his face. It was just a silly thing he did when he was bored, but boy oh boy did he look hot.

Managing a smile, you hoped he didn’t notice the few seconds of silence you took. 

“Come here!!!” Yoongi shouted at you with a silly smile on his face. Man was clearly drunk out of his mind. 

“Who’s responsible for this?” You felt bad but couldn’t help but to laugh slightly at the sight. 

“Let him be, dude’s heartbroken.” Taehyung bit his inner cheek as he told you. 

“Poor Yoongi.” You cooed. 

“Joon though, on the other hand…” Taehyung continued, whispering to your side. “My guy looks like he’s in love.”

Your body jumped internally. “He is?”

“You don’t know? I thought you guys hangout together a lot lately.”

“Well, yeah but… he’s never really mentioned anything in that topic actually.” 

“Weird.” Taehyung hummed. “Cause he’s totally acting like he’s in love with someone right now.” 

“He acts the same.” You replied. Secretly you prayed that your friend would not notice the annoyed tone in your voice. 

“He’s been writing love songs, are you kidding me?!” The guy next to you laughed. 

“So? Love songs sell.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Bro, I saw this part of the lyrics where he talk about a girl riding him! It’s insane!” Taehyung beamed. 

A flush of heat came through you and you cleared your throat, regaining your composure. “That’s none of my business.” 

“Ah, I get it now. You’re jealous.” The lad smirked and nodded his head at you. 

“Now what kind of conspiracy theory is this?!” You tried to laugh it off. 

“I mean, yeah he doesn’t normally go for girls that look like you.”

“That’s offensive.” 

“No, I mean in a good way. He dates the most boring and basic looking pretty girls.”

“I was feeling great until you drop the word “pretty” at the end.” You eyed the guy. 

“He doesn’t join our online gaming nights anymore.” 

“And?” 

“Since he started hanging out with you.”

The statement made you stop. Taehyung’s words had you contemplating. Some nights you would give Namjoon a call when you were just simply tired, wanting to hear the comfort of his voice. Listening to his random rambles and yaps were enough to ease the burnt out from work. Could it be? Was talking to you important enough to make him skip gaming with his friends? You hoped it wasn’t just a silly thought. 

“Hello?” Taehyung waved at you. “Back from delulu world, yet?”

“Shut up.”

“Suit yourself.” Taehyung snickered before leaving you to join the others doing karaoke session. 

You could only shook your head in amusement. After being friends with them for years, the sight of the guys being goofy was definitely not something new to you. Spotting the empty dining table, you chose to sit on the chair, watching them from afar. 

That was until a certain someone approached you. 

“What are you guys talking about?” Speak of the devil. 

You forced a grin. “You know Taehyung and his silly rambles.” 

“You’re not gonna join us?” 

“Nah, I don’t feel like drinking today.” Funnily, the cup of drink was still in your hand. You swirled the liquid and stared at it. 

“What’s bothering you?” He asked while taking the empty chair next to you. 

“Just don’t wanna drink today, that’s all?” 

“Wanna go get some fresh air?” He looked at you with a sly smile. 

“We can???” You looked at him with wide eyes. “Where?”

“Jin’s bedroom balcony. We just have to be very quiet though so they don’t notice us going upstairs.” He chuckled. 

“You’re crazy. This is some type of shit that will get slippers thrown at us!” 

“He’s already on his new cup.” Namjoon said, bringing your attention to the older guy taking a fill of his drink. “He won’t notice.”

The smile on his face was making it hard for you to refuse the offer. Sighing, you put the plastic cup down on the table and stood up. 

“Fine, but if anything happens, I’m blaming it fully on you.”

“Whatever you say, princess.” He laughed and stood up as well. 

Oh if only he knew the effect he had on you, just casually calling you with that nickname. 

Both of you tiptoed upstairs, giggling like a couple of high schoolers sneaking out. You let him open Jin’s room and closed the door behind. As soon as you both make it to the balcony, you saw him shuffling his hand through his back pocket. 

“Do you mind if I smoke?”

“Uh, no. Go ahead.” 

“Thanks.” He said before lighting one on his lips. 

You just stood there, unknowingly admiring him huffing and puffing smoke to the opposite direction from you. 

“Still don’t wanna tell me what’s inside your pretty little head?” He looked at you with a grin. 

“What’s with the compliments today?” You raised one of your eyebrows at him. 

“It’s probably the alcohol.” He chuckled. 

“Wow, so you need to be drunk to say that I look good?!” You folded your arms.

“I’d say it made me more honest… but believe what you wanna believe.” He looked to your direction, making your heart jumped. 

You cleared your throat. “Joon, I uh… I kinda need to tell you something.” 

“What is it?” 

Whatever the hell that happened between us, changed me. I wasn’t okay with just being friends. I have feelings for you. 

“You look like the baby from Ice Age movie.”

“Fucking hell.” He groaned as you bursted out laughing. 

It was for the best. He did not need to know. You would outgrow this abnormal phase.

The whole world stopped when he suddenly tucked your hair behind your ears. You froze, looking at him, searching for his eyes. There was that smile again. 

“It’s windy.” 

“Y-Yeah.” You stuttered. 

“This might sound crazy but can I kiss you?”

You widened your eyes and stepped back a bit. “You’re drunk.”

“Maybe if you…“ He groaned, squeezing his cigarette bud and tossing it. “Fuck it.”

“Huh—“

Your words were quickly cut by his lips on yours. Your mind went blank in an instant. What? Why? Whom? What was even happening you did not know anymore. All you knew was his lips moving softly against yours and the only thing that was filling up your brain was to do the same thing to him. You could taste the slight bitter taste of his cigarette, mixed with whatever fruity drink he had before, the one the boys clearly had drank all before you came since you were left with Jungkook’s abomination whiskey. 

You didn’t know how long were both of you lip locking with each other before you felt his hands started to travel, feeling up your body. You hummed on his lips and felt his breath hitched. Things seemed wrong but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop it. How could you? When this was all you wanted all along?

“Joon… I…” 

You tried to protest, but he quickly captured your lips again. This time more hungrily, almost feral. You swore you felt his hands grab your butt, massaging them softly. You flinched, a low yelp escaped your lips. 

Then he suddenly stopped. 

“Jesus, I’m so sorry.” He palmed his face. “I didn’t mean— Shit, you’re gonna hate me…”

“It’s okay, you’re just drunk…” 

“I’m not drunk.” He stopped you. “I have feelings for you.”

Now that’s a surprise. 

“You have feelings… for me?”

“Should’ve told you sooner, but I chickened out.” He smiled to himself. 

“You asked me if things wouldn’t change after that night…” You looked away, biting your lips. 

“I was panicking. I thought you’d hate me.”

“Well I don’t.” You huffed. “Clearly, I’m still here. I somehow managed to maintain my sanity while trying my best not to let things change between us. Just like how you wanted…” You didn’t realize some tears were already escaping your eyes. 

“Hey, don’t cry.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a hug, which frankly, only made the crying worse. 

“You’re dumb.” You pulled away slightly, just to see his face. “But I have feelings for you too.”

You both laughed in unison and he pulled you back in his embrace, hugging you tighter. “I’m sorry.”

“You better be.”

“OH MY GOD!!!” 

You both turned your heads to Jin’s voice yelling from a near distance. In a flash you let go of each other. You looked at Namjoon and he only shrugged with a disappointed smile. 

“Who told you fuckers can enter my room so freely, huh?!” Jin yelled. 

“We thought you were drunk enough to not care.” You replied. 

“Well thanks to Yoongi turning our karaoke session into a crying fest, I had to wrap things up. Then I realize the two of you are missing.” He rolled his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, it was all me. I needed a quick smoke and I dragged her along.” Namjoon laughed, clearly not taking the older guy seriously. 

“Whatever.” Jin turned his back. “Just fuck off for now, my head hurts and I need to sleep.”

“Yes, sir.” Joon replied. 

“Go sleep somewhere.” The lean guy shooed. “And don’t you dare have sex in my house.”

“We didn’t—“ 

“Zip it.” Jin pointed at you. “Go before I throw my expensive Louis Vuitton slides at both of you.”

The two of you quickly made an exit. As soon as the door closed, the thick awkward atmosphere surrounded you. 

“You’re staying here for the night?” He asked. 

“Don’t know.” You looked around. “Are you?”

“Wanna… go back to my place? It’s just a ten minute walk.” He said sheepishly. “And uh, do things correctly this time?”

A giddy smile formed on your lips as you let him take your hands in his.

Thank you for reading! ⛅️

[inthe-dark-tonight]

what she wants, anywhere

frankie morales x f!reader

summary: trying to hide the fact that you're horny from frankie while on an international flight leads to unexpectedly joining the mile high club

word count: 4.4k

warnings: E (18+ mdni!!!) dubcon, smut, porn w very little plot, pet names, established relationship, unsafe p in v, airplane sex, slight breeding kink (special just for cami hehe) creampie, reader uses frankie's hand to try and get off, no mention of age gap so read how you’d like :)

notes: this idea has been in my head for a few months but I never really knew how i wanted to write it, then an unreleased harry styles song came on shuffle (complicated freak - iykyk) and that just kinda fed the brainrot even more and…. now here we are. i'm also very aware that this is pretty unrealistic but it's fic so!! also let's pretend that airplane bathrooms aren't super gross i'm sorry. thank you to the loml @javiscigarette for always beta reading and listening to my insane rambling, i don’t know what i would do without you and our single shared braincell ILYSM xo

i also hit a new follower milestone this past week so i just want to say an extra big thank you to everyone that reads, likes, comments, reblogs or follows 🤍 enjoy!! :)

You and Frankie have had this trip planned for almost 6 months now, the two of you needing a vacation from work and day to day life. Now the only thing standing between the two of you and a week long vacation in Italy is an eight and a half hour flight. 

From the second you got to the airport you were on edge, worried about your bags, your tickets, your passports, if you had forgotten anything in your carry on, up until you got to security when you finally calmed down. When you got up to the belt, Frankie grabbed a few plastic bins throwing both of your carry ons into one as you removed your jacket and shoes. As you stuffed everything into your bin, you glanced over at him, watching him intently as he started to take his jacket off. 

You watched the way his biceps flexed as he slipped his jacket off of his broad shoulders and tossed it into the bin. Next he removed his hat, running his calloused fingers through his tousled curls, pushing them back before preparing to remove his belt. At that point you were noticeably gawking at him, watching the way his thick fingers unfastened his belt buckle before rapidly pulling it out the belt loops of his jeans and tossing it into the bin as well.

He looked over at you, giving you a quick once over before asking, “That everything?”

You weren’t able to conjure up any words, just a quick mhm and a nod of your head as you two moved forward. When he stepped into the metal detector, your eyes were glued to him the whole time. As he lifted his hands above his head, his shirt lifted the slightest bit, causing a small sliver of his soft tummy to peek out. A warmth started to build deep in your core from that moment forward. 

Once the two of you were through security, he slipped his belt back on followed by his jacket. You swiped his hat before he could grab it, quickly stuffing it into your carry on. 

He laughed, head tilting to the side as the dimple on his cheek deepened. “C’mon” he shot you a look. “Give it.” He held his large hand out towards you. 

“We’re inside now, don’t need it.” You smiled at him sweetly, a warmth blooming in your chest as his eyes met yours. 

He grunted, grabbing your bags with a small smile still plastered on his face before turning to walk towards your gate. Your eyes are glued to him as you walk, keeping a few steps behind him. 

By the time you finally sit down at your gate, the heat in your lower stomach has grown even more and Frankie is painfully unaware of the way you’re watching him, desire growing each second. The terminal was crowded and there weren’t many seats, so you sat across from him a bit upset at the distance while also enjoying the view of your man.

You sit across from him with a book in your hand, legs crossed as you peeked up over the top of your book every now and then to admire him. He was leaning back in the chair, one arm on the armrest and the other casually resting between his legs, right where you want him most. His legs were spread wide, hair perfectly tousled, one leg bouncing from nerves and brows furrowed as he focused on something on his phone. How could you possibly not stare? 

He caught you once, eyes lingering on him a little too long, causing heat to rise from for chest up to your cheeks. Your eyes roamed up his body, checking him out, before locking with his own as he shifted in his seat. 

Hm? He raised his brows, a smirk growing on his face. 

You quickly shook your head, looking back down at your book as a shy smile formed on your face. 

Boarding the plane went by quickly. You stood close to him as you waited for your group to be called and he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. The comforting feeling of his warm body pressed against yours worked you up even more, if that was even possible, and Frankie held your hand the whole time during take off.  

Now you're seated on the plane, his thigh resting against yours, fighting the urge to keep your hands off of him and satisfy the throbbing need in your core. He’s surely noticed the way you’ve been squirming in your seat, crossing and uncrossing your legs a million times and the not so subtle staring. 

You turn on the screen in front of you, switching to the live map and checking the time on the screen. It’s only been 45 minutes, this is going to be impossible. You clear your throat and let out a deep sigh as you look out the window at the dark sky, only a small peek of blue light shining over the horizon now. 

“What’s wrong?” Frankie’s soft voice in your ear startles you slightly as you turn to see him leaning in close to you. “You nervous?” He moves his hand to rest on your thigh. 

You swallow before answering. “No.” You blurt out causing him to raise his brow in curiosity. “I mean, it’s not that.” Your eyes land on his lips after the last word leaves your mouth. 

“Then what is it?” He rubs your thigh lightly and you bite the inside of your cheek. 

He sounds concerned, but there’s no way you’re telling him that you’re horny with 7 hours left of this flight. All you can do is hope that as the time passes  the ache in your core dulls, or better yet goes away. 

“Just-“ you try to think of an excuse on the spot. “Excited actually.” You smile up at him and he returns it, the dimple on his cheek growing. 

“We’ll be there soon baby, the flight will be over before you know it.” He lifts his hand from your thigh and rests it on your cheek, rubbing your soft skin with his thumb before pecking your lips. 

You nod in agreement, closing your eyes as you toss your head back and lean into your seat. If he only knew.

You’ve been looking out the window for who knows how long, the lights in the cabin are low, almost completely off now, and the flight attendants haven’t walked up the aisles in almost half an hour. You look at the time on your phone again, only two hours in, how is that possible? The ache in your core hasn’t subsided.  

You look over at Frankie watching a movie on the screen in front of him, Top Gun, before reaching for your carry-on bag under the seat in front of you. You grab the sweater you stuffed into it and throw it across your lap. 

“Cold?” Frankie’s voice is soft yet gravely as he leans in close to you, whispering for just the two of you to hear. 

You look at him, eyes slightly widening. “Yeah.” You aren’t lying, the cabin is chilly, but that’s only half of the truth. 

His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he takes in your features in the low light. You scoot closer to him, leaning into his side as you get comfortable. Frankie smiles and plants a kiss on your temple before turning his attention back to the screen in front of him. You lay your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his bicep as you watch the movie with him. 

It’s not long before you’re distracted again, letting go of your grip on his arm and laying back in your seat. Your eyes linger on the way his pants hug his thighs. He’s not wearing his jacket anymore, the way he’s sitting with his arms crossed give you a  full view of his strong forearms and biceps.

You’re not sure how much longer you can ignore the heat pooling in your stomach. You decide to test something and reach your right hand over to rub the side of his thigh, resting there for a moment. He doesn’t move, eyes still on the screen, and you take that as a sign to keep going. You slowly inch closer towards where his cock is confined in his pants, resting your hand on the inside of his thigh and keeping it there for a few moments. He doesn’t react, but you hear his breathing picking up. 

As you start to rub small circles on the inside of his thigh and inch ever so slightly closer to where his member is hidden, he grabs your wrist. 

“What are you doing?” He whispers. 

His large hand is still wrapped around your wrist as you lean in, resting your chin on his shoulder as you look up at him. “Nothing.” That’s a lie, and he knows it.

“Querida...” His eyes burn through you as he stares back at you. He knows. 

You clear your throat and tilt your head up to whisper in his ear. “I’ve been worked up since we went through security.”  

“Hm.” He nods his head, the deep vibration causes goosebumps to raise on your skin.

You pull back and he looks into your eyes again. His hand finds yours on your lap, warm as it wraps around yours and squeezes lightly. 

“Once we land and get to the hotel, promise.” He raises his hand to rest on your cheek and plants a feather light kiss on your lips. 

You let out a small sigh as his hand moves from yours to rest on his lap and you turn to look out the window, trying to distract yourself from the pool of heat that burns in the pit of your stomach.

You’re not sure how much time has passed now, when you look over at Frankie his eyes are shut, mouth slightly parted as you admire his features. A small smile forms in your face as your eyes roam over him, landing on his hand still resting on his lap. 

At that exact moment, an idea comes to your mind. Something that could possibly give you a small amount of relief. For now. It’s not your best idea, but it could work. 

You look back up at his face as you reach over to rest your hand over his, he doesn’t open his eyes. You stay still for a moment, making sure you won’t wake him from the movement. When you think the time is right, you lift his hand, quickly resting it on your lap. Your eyes land on where his hand now lays over your sweater on your lap, so close to the dull thrumming at your core. You bite your lip and look back over to be sure he hasn’t woken up, you smile at the way his soft lashes rest on the tops of his cheeks as he rests, a warmth spreading through your chest. 

You keep your eyes on him as you slowly move his hand underneath where your sweater lays to rest on your inner thigh. His warm hand burns straight through the fabric of your pants, causing your skin to heat up from the touch, and your stomach to churn. He still hasn’t opened his eyes, so you take that as a safe sign to keep going, slowly moving his hand up your thigh until it rests over your clothed heat. 

A low whimper escapes your throat and your eyes widen at the realization, looking back over at where Frankie lays with his eyes shut. You watch him take a deep breath, letting out a sigh as he shifts slightly in his seat, head rolling slightly to the side as he stirs. You stay still for a few seconds, making sure he hasn’t woken from your movements. 

You look away from him, back to where his hand is touching you under your sweater, and you begin to press the heel of his hand into your clothed cunt. You let out a long, relieved breath from your nose and your eyes fall shut. The pressure of his large warm hand resting over your sensitive nub is just enough to give you some of the relief you were looking for, but it’s not enough. 

You take a deep breath before grinding yourself against the palm of his hand in a slow rocking motion that causes the seam of your pants to rub over your clit. Trying your best to be quiet, you bite into your cheek as your hips buck forward. A low groan escapes your throat and you let out a shaky breath. 

You're lost in the moment, relishing in the feeling of his large, warm hand resting over your clothed sex as you grind into it. Suddenly you feel him move and your heart leaps into your throat. His arm tenses up, hand grabbing at your clothed cunt as he applies more pressure than before. Your eyes fly open wide and you turn to look into his own. Heavy lidded as a small smirk forms on his face in the dim lighting, he leans in closer to you. 

“Bathroom at the back of the plane. I’ll be there in five.” He says slowly, just above a whisper. 

You blink, mouth agape as his words sink in. “W-what?” You watch the way his chest rapidly rises and falls as you wait for his response. 

“Now.” He presses harder into your clothed core before pulling his hand away.

You let out a gasp, reaching for your seat buckle as fast as you can before standing up. As you squeeze past him and make your way into the aisle, you take a quick glance around to look for the flight attendants. They're nowhere to be found, and as you walk towards the back of the plane you notice that almost everyone on the plane is asleep, has their nose in a book or eyes glued to something on the screen in front of them. You try not to walk too quickly as you make your way towards the back of the plane where the vacancy sign is glowing brightly. 

Your heart is racing and you feel giddy as you approach the door, pulling it open and stepping inside before closing it behind you. As you wait in the small stall for Frankie, you stand there for a moment with your back against the door, eyes falling shut as you take a deep breath in anticipation for what may happen next. Then you hear a light knocking on the door, causing you to flinch as you reach to pull the door open. 

Without giving you a second to think, Frankie pushes the door open causing you to step back, closing the door behind him and locking it before guiding you towards the sink. It's a tight fit with the two of you in there but right now you could care less. He presses close to you, causing your lower back to press into the small plastic sink as his hand flies down to grab you where you're wet and aching for him, the other grabbing your wrist. 

He leans in, nose grazing your cheek before speaking low in your ear. “This what you wanted?” His voice sends a shock straight to your core as he applies more pressure where he's caressing your clothed core, causing a moan to slip from your mouth.

“Frankie,” you say breathlessly. 

“Shhh.” his hand leaves your wrist to lightly cover your mouth. “Gotta be quiet for me baby, don’t want anyone to catch us committing a fucking felony now do we?” A small smirk covers his lips and your chest flutters with excitement at his words.

You look up at him with wide eyes and shake your head, then he removes his hand from your mouth and plants a needy kiss to your lips. Your eyes close and you melt into it, hands gripping his shoulders as his tongue parts your lips to tangle with your own. You press against him, slightly bucking your hips to feel the growing bulge in his pants. He groans before breaking the kiss, pulling away to catch his breath as his eyes roam over you. His large hands grab at your waist as he looks back into your eyes.

“Turn around.” you do as he says, turning your back to him and pressing your hips flush against the tiny sink while your hands grab onto the edge bracing yourself. 

Frankie’s large hands land back on your hips, smoothing over the fabric of your jeans to rest on your ass for a moment, squeezing lightly before moving back to your hips. he presses his hardening cock into your ass and lets out a low grunt as your eyes flutter shut, your head falling forward as you sigh.

His hands leave your hips and you hear the sound of his belt buckle. “Gotta make this quick.”  his voice is low and gruff, you lift your head to look at him through the mirror in front of you.

You watch him as he looks down between the two of you to unbutton his own jeans, stray curls falling onto his forehead. His muscles flex, the fabric of his shirt stretching as he pulls his jeans down just enough for his cock to spring out. His head snaps back up, dark eyes meeting yours in the mirror. His hands snake around to the front of you, reaching for the button on your pants, his thick fingers moving quickly to undo it before pulling at your zipper. 

His eyes never leave yours as he tugs your pants down just enough to expose the soft skin of your ass along with your soaked heat. Your mouth falls open as his hand moves towards your core and you stifle a moan as his fingers start to glide through your slick folds, his other hand resting back on your hip.

“Been thinking about me filling you up this whole time, huh?” You take in a deep breath, pressing your lips together as you try to hold in a moan. “Thinking about me filling you to the fucking brim with my cum?” 

You frantically nod your head, unable to form a single word. Frankie watches you through the mirror as your head falls back onto his shoulder and you press yourself back into him. A small gasp leaves your mouth as you feel his stiff cock press against your bare ass. He starts to rub small, slow circles on your clit and you raise your head to look at him through the mirror again. Your eyes immediately meet with his having never left you, and you watch him as he leans in closer to you.

“Wish there was time for me to taste this perfect pussy.” His nose grazes the side of your cheek, his low voice vibrating through your whole body. 

You bite your lip trying to keep quiet, squeezing your eyes shut as he applies more pressure to your swollen clit. You also wish there was time. He plants a kiss on your neck, scruff slightly scratching you as his warm lips press against your skin. It’s like he read your mind.

“Once we get to the hotel, I promise.” He lightly squeezes your hip, pulling his other hand away from your sensitive nub causing you to hold your breath. “Bend over for me baby.” 

You do as he says, bracing yourself on the sink once again as you slightly lean forward. One of his hands stays on your hip, the other lines his cock up with your soaking wet entrance. Your eyes are still glued to him in the mirror, your beautiful man. He’s focused as you watch him, and when you feel his tip slowly start to press in, you watch the way his face relaxes. You close your eyes, relishing in the feeling of him slowly filling you to the brim.  

“Fuck.” You watch as his head falls back, a blissful look on his face. “Feel so good cariño.” 

He stays still for a moment, taking in the feeling of your wet cunt pulsing around him. You’re not sure how long you’ve been in here, but you know that the two of you should hurry up before someone notices what’s going on. You wiggle your ass back and forth against Frankie to try and get his attention as you bite your bottom lip while looking up at him through the mirror. 

He lifts his head up, dark eyes meeting with yours. A deep almost growl comes from deep in his chest as he pulls out and slams his cock back into you. Your body jolts forward, mouth falling open as you brace yourself for his brutal pace. You’re not sure how long you’ll last, the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you bringing you so close to the release you’ve been waiting for. 

You watch him in the mirror, transfixed on the way his biceps strain the fabric of his shirt as he holds onto your waist for dear life. The feeling of his cock splitting you open so perfect. He leans down and wraps an arm around your torso, pulling you to stand straight up with your back against him as he continues to fuck you at the same brutal pace. 

His hand roams over your body and his eyes follow, finding the hem of your shirt as he slips his large hand beneath it. You press further back into him, a sigh leaving your mouth at the feeling of his warm skin against yours. 

“Francisco…” You murmur. 

His hand continues to travel up your body, leaving goosebumps in its trail up towards your breasts. You suck in a breath as his hand finds the cup of your bra, slipping underneath to caress the soft skin of your breast. He’s still staring at you in the mirror, tracing over your soft skin and curves with his eyes as he moves his hand to lift your shirt up to your chin. 

“So beautiful,” he whispers right beside your ear. “Look at you.” 

You’re just looking at him, the way his large hand is splayed over your chest, the light flush on his cheeks from being cramped in this stuffy bathroom, and the way his hair has fallen over his forehead. The coil in your stomach is ready to snap, any second now as he slows down his thrusts. He can feel it, the way your walls flutter around his thick cock. His hand slides back down your chest, stopping to rest on your stomach as he holds you against him.

“Come for me, come on baby.” His deep voice travels straight through you to your core. 

“Oh my-” Frankie’s hand flys up to cover your mouth before you can finish. 

“Shhh, quiet.” The vibration of his deep voice whispering in your ear sends you over the edge and a white hot feeling spreads through your body, radiating from your core as your orgasm takes over. 

“There you go.” He whispers, nose grazing your cheek as he speaks. 

Your hand reaches behind you to pull at the curls on the nape of his neck and you squeeze around him as your orgasm comes to an end. He lets out a deep moan as he buries his face into your neck, muffling the sound. He thrust one last time, stopping when he bottoms out, hot cum spurting out and filling you up. His shoulders rise and fall as he catches his breath, head still buried in your shoulder and your head lays back on his. Both of his arms are wrapped around your torso and you rest yours over his, squeezing his forearms lightly as he stays there for a moment longer, making sure all of his seed stays put. 

He kisses your neck before lifting his head up and looking between the two of you as he pulls out, pulling your underwear back on quickly to make sure his come stays put. His hands rest on your hips as you fix your shirt. You slide your pants back on and spin around to face him as he buttons his pants, watching the way his fingers move. A smile forms on your face as you watch him, a warmth growing in your chest. 

“Hm?” He looks up at you through his lashes as he fixes his belt.

You shake your head, reaching to rest your hands on his shoulders as you kiss him. He sucks in a deep breath, making a content sound as he kisses you back and wraps his arms tightly around you. When he breaks the kiss, his eyes roam your features before speaking. 

“We should go back.” One of his hands comes up to caress your cheek and he pecks your lips one last time. 

“You go first.” You lean into his touch, squeezing his broad shoulders. 

His thumb rubs your cheek before pulling away and turning to pull the door open. He slips out, quietly closing the door behind him. Once he’s gone you turn towards the mirror to fix yourself up and wash your hands before going back to your seat. You replay what just happened in your mind as you wait a few minutes to leave. 

Once you think it’s safe to leave, you slip back out into the dark cabin. You glance around, still no flight attendants in sight as you make your way back to the aisle where Frankie is sitting and waiting for you. A smirk forms on his face as you squeeze in front of him to take your seat at the window. You get comfortable, resting your head on his shoulder as his hand finds a spot on your lap and you close your eyes. As you start to drift off you feel Frankie shift in his seat. 

“Don’t think I forgot about my promise either.” He whispers for just you to hear. 

Your chest flutters, a quiet laugh leaves your mouth before you drift to sleep. Only 5 more hours, you’re almost sure you can wait this time.

thank you for reading <3 any feedback is appreciated and my asks are open!! xo

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Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Targaryen!Reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen

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Request: Anonymous asked: "If only every family could be as respectable as ours." daemon and rhenyra with a targ reader (Fem) they have to cover up a murder together.

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Warnings: mentions of blood, death, murder

You stared at the lump of a human at the bottom of the staircase. You hadn't meant to push so hard. All you wanted was to be left alone. The sound of approaching footsteps made you panic but before you could leave a figure was looking down at the stairwell.

“I can explain.” You said quietly. Daemon looked up and raised his eyebrows as Rhaenyra joined him.

“He’s fucking dead! It had to be one of Otto’s favourites. His father has been in meetings with him all day.” She said, though she sounded more upset about having her evening ruined than at discovering a murder, accidental or not. You came down towards them but spotted a puddle of blood on one of the steps and stopped before it could get on your clothes.

“I had a good reason!” You complained. They both looked at you and you sighed. “Well not a good one.”

“Go on then.” She said quickly.

“He grabbed me. I pushed him away! He just fell a little further than I meant to.” You explained. Rhaenyra sighed while Daemon chuckled until she nudged him. “It is not as if his family is very respectable.” You said as Rhanyra gathered her skirts so she could step over the body and climb the stairs without stepping into the blood now dripping down the steps. 

“If only every family could be as respectable as ours.” Rhaenyra muttered. She turned and looked back at Daemon. “You can deal with this while I take (Y/N) to get cleaned up and find some way to explain that they were not together when he’s found?” 

“Of course.” Daemon said as if he was offended at the idea that he wouldn’t be able to cover up a murder.

“Come.” She said and pulled you by the arm towards your chambers. She took you through hidden corridors and dark halls until the two of you were able to find your way to your chambers. She had you undress, burned your clothes and fetched a new one. She scuffed your shoes on the fire hearth to get rid of several blood splatters and muttered that you would have to make an effort to drag your feet in front of others to explain away the ruining of your new shoes. A suitable cloak was found and tossed about your shoulders and you were dragged back out of your rooms. The two of you managed to sneak through the keep without being seen and quickly took up thoughtful positions before Balerion’s skull, lighting candles and talking quietly to each other. Suddenly there was a cry of alarm. Several guards passed by and one stopped to talk to the two of you.

“You must come with me. Quickly.” He said nervously. His hand clutched the hilt of his undrawn sword. Rhaenyra rose to her feet and followed while you hesitantly stood.

“W-what is the matter?” You asked. He paled a little and let out a shaky breath.

“There is an assassin in the keep.” He answered slowly. Rhaenyra gasped dramatically and clutched your arm, pulling you after the guard. Each time you went to ask more she would pinch your inner arm. “Prince Daemon!” 

Daemon approached the guard who bowed and eyed him nervously. Daemon gave him a smug look and turned his attention to Rhaenyra. “I am instructed to escort you two to safety.” He said quickly. The guard bowed and hurried off, leaving the two of you with Daemon who led the way to set of rooms that were heavily guarded. You could hear shouting and arguing down the hall.

“Is it all…?” You started to say. 

“Yes.” Daemon said quickly. He was watching the guards for any sign of suspicion while Rhaenyra focused on looking appropriately worried. You tried not to think about what Daemon had done to make it seem as if an assassin was within the keep and stayed quiet as you waited for the all clear decision. 

Tag list Daemon:

@the-caravello-post @killing-gremlin @aegonandaemondtargaryenslut18 @lchufflepuffcorn @lightqueen16@savagemickey03 @evattude @kaitieskidmore1

Tag list rhaenyra:

@the-caravello-post @killing-gremlin @aegonandaemondtargaryenslut18 @lchufflepuffcorn @geekyandgay98 @savagemickey03 @evattude @kaitieskidmore1 @sabrinasstar

[onyxmilk]

Aki Hayakawa x f!Reader; "What Almost Was."

notes; ahhhh kiiiinda based off a roleplay i have w a friend!!! fem!reader was 110% based off my oc, Annamaria :) tw; manga spoilers, pregnancy, death, mentions of vomiting, passing out, hospital mentioned, hmu if i missed anything!! wc; 1.5k

"What Do you mean you're pregnant?" Aki had asked, “It means what I said, Aki…” [YourName] said nervously as she rubbed her elbow. “That’s impossible, we’ve been careful- you know we’ve been careful. We cannot handle a child.” Aki spoke pinching the bridge of his nose, [YourName]’s weight shifted to her other leg. She knew this would be the out come of her announcement to her boyfriend.

Pain burned throughout the woman’s body when Aki mentioned going for a walk, she knew deep down he wouldn’t be returning for the night. So, in defeat, [YourName] nodded her head and headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner. [YourName] and Aki had been dating for about a year and a half, and she knew this baby was something the two could not handle- but she knew she couldn’t just break Japan’s no abortion law. She simply hoped she would see Aki the following monday at work.

[YourName] ate dinner, watched some TV, did some paper work, then headed to bed. She tossed and turned for hours, she felt restless without the satisfaction of knowing her boyfriend had made it home safely. Not even a call from Denji or Power that night, [YourName] was quite worried. Eventually she began drifting off to sleep, a protective hand over her stomach.

Ring, Ring

The phone rang throughout the apartment and groggily, [YourName] got up and answered the phone. “Hello?” She asked tiredly, rubbing one of her eyes as an attempt to rub the sleepy away. “[YourName]! [YourName]!” A mix of Denji and Power yelled into the mic of the corded phone, “Whaaaat?” The woman whined in return.

“Top Knot told us the news! This is great! Does that mean we’re going to see even more of you?” Power asked, [YourName] just smiled and shook her head, “If he wants that, then yes.” the pregnant woman replied. Cheers from both Denji and Power were heard making [YourName]’s smile a little bigger.

“Well, baby and I want more sleep, night.” [YourName] said, before the two could protest [YourName] ended the phone call. Tiredly, the woman shuffled back to bed just to naturally wake up via morning sickness about an hour later. This is how she spent her weekend, either sleeping, vomiting, or eating. She never heard anything out of Aki, much to her disappointment.

Monday rolled around and as [YourName] entered the building, she saw Aki and Co. waiting near the elevator. “Aki!” [YourName] said, catching his attention quickly. Once over to the trio, [YourName] smacked Aki’s arm “I only heard from your residence once this entire weekend, if you wanted to break up, you could have called!” [YourName] spoke, assuming the worse.

“B-Break up?!” Power and Denji stuttered out, the elevator opened and Aki pushed his housemates into the elevator and pressed the floor where Makima’s office was before exiting. He waited until the doors to close before speaking to his girlfriend, “I don’t want to end things, (NickName).” Aki said making [YourName] immediately relax.

“I meant to call yesterday, but it was grocery day and Denji got his foot stuck in the toilet thanks to some stupid dare Power told him to do. It was too chaotic of a day.” Aki explained, gently taking [YourName]’s hand and kissing her knuckles. Despite this being the minimum PDA Aki does, it still makes [YourName]’s stomach do flips.

“O-Oh..” [YourName] says, “I thought about it, obviously, and I want to be in the baby’s life..” Aki said softly. [YourName] looks up in shock, processing the words her boyfriend said to her before she nodded “I’d love that, Aki.” [YoueName] replied. [YourName] gently squeezes Aki’s hand three times, quietly telling him she loved him, before the two departed for the day.

Knock knock knock knock.

[YourName] groaned, slowly opening her eyes. Of course it was a dream. She looked over at her alarm clock to check the current hour, ‘12:09 A.M.’ it read. She sighed, wondering who the hell needed her at this hour.

The woman threw her covers off of her, shuffling tiredly to the front door of her apartment. She opened the door, expecting to see no one and it was some kids playing ding dong ditch. God, she wished that was the case.

Instead, she opened the door to find a dirty Power holding Meowy and a bloodied Denji. “Woah!” [YourName] spoke immediately waking up fully, she ushered the two inside and set them down on the couch. Once the door shut, Power set Meowy down and [YourName] made the two some tea before tending to Denji’s cuts and bruises.

“What in the world happened?!” [YourName] asks, cleaning up Denji as best as she could. Power looked over to Denji and Denji looked over to Power. Uncharacteristically both teared up before looking down at their laps, “Aki is dead, [YourName].” Denji said.

At first, [YourName] thought it was some joke, so she put her hand on her hip and gave the two a look (which would later be called the ‘mom look’.). Then it hit [YourName] like a ton a bricks, these two were not kidding, “Wha-What?!” she stuttered how. “How the FUCK?!” [YourName] asks, dropping the cotton ball she had in her hand.

Denji would proceed to be honest with [YourName] guiltily explaining how he had to take out Aki. [YourName] blinked before trying to walk to the kitchen, only to stumble. Things began to blur together as tears escaped [YourName]’s eyes. She clung to the back of her couch, each step felt heavier and heavier before it became dark.

She’d wake up a few hours later, in a hospital. [YourName] groaned as she slowly woke up, placing a hand over her eyes to shield herself from the brightness, but no mistake she was in a hospital. She knew a hospital smell.

Denji perked up from his seat, allowing Power to slumber through this. “[YourName]!” Denji said, “Wha..” [YourName] mumbled out before looking over to the voice that had called her name. “What happened?” [YourName] asks groggily, Denji signed “You passed out after I told you what happened.” the teenager mentioned.

Everything drew to a blank, “What?” [YourName] asks “What did you tell me?” she then asked. Denji was hesitant, scared that [YourName] would pass out again if he told her what happened. So, he waited until she got some water and food in her system before explaining that Aki had sadly died.

[YourName] looked down at her shaking hands once the news was dropped on her a second time, after moments of silence, [YourName] screamed out making Power wake up and nurses rush in. [YourName] trashed around childishly “He isn’t dead! You’re lying!” she repeated multiple times- but all would come to an end when a nurse had done a few breathing exercises with her.

“You have another life to think about now, you can’t go screaming and crying. You’ll upset the baby.” The nurse joked before exiting the room. “What?” Power and Denji both said at the same time, two pairs of eyes glued to [YourName] once more. [YourName] teared up before looking away from the two beside her.

“Y-Yes.” Is all [YourName] spoke, “Holy shit.” was all Denji managed to say. It was now almost four in the morning, “I-I need a walk.” he said swallowing thickly before taking his leave. [YourName] simply allowed him, looking down at her hands before looking back up at Power. “Humans typically congratulate each other when it comes to successful intercourse, correct?” Power asks but before [YourName] could reply, Power spoke “Congratulations.” Power said with a thumbs up.

[YourName]’s first congrats would be from the blood fiend, who would also die within the next twenty-four hours.

Power tragically died not even a full two days later due to Makima. [YourName] went into hiding separately from Denji and Kobeni. After the take down of Makima, [YourName] was nearly seven months along and had accidentally broken contact with Denji.

That’s why, when Denji had knocked on [YourName]’s door, he nearly shit bricks when she had a pregnant stomach. “Holy-“ Denji said before he remembered who was with him, “[YourName], I need your help, I don’t know how to raise a child!” Denji said cutting to the chase.

Finally, [YourName] looks down just to see a young girl with Makima’s piercing eyes. “I-I don’t know either, Denji!” [YourName] argued back, “I’m literally reading parental books!” she mentioned. Denji groaned, “F-Fine! Also, uhm, Aki’s lease is up and we need a place to stay..” the seventeen-year old mentioned.

“You’re so damn lucky you have a kid with you…” [YourName] mutters, moving out the way and allowing both mysterious child and Denji into the apartment. [YourName] learned the child’s name was Nayuta and as she child watched some cartoons, Denji explained the situation. Nayuta was Makima reincarnated and if he didn’t play his cards right, we could have another Makima on his hands.

[YourName] sighed, “Fine, but you’re gonna pull your weight. Both of you are going to school, a-and you’re gonna learn how to change diapers too.” she said setting the ground rules. “Yes ma’am.” Denji spoke, saluting toward the woman.

Just a few months later [YourName] would welcome a healthy baby girl into the world that Denji was protecting through his Chainsaw Man persona. “Akira… Akira Hayakawa..” [YourName] whispered softly, giving her daughter the honor of being named after her late father both first and last name wise.

[em1e]

S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W

' never mind about the shape i'm in, i'll keep you safe tonight. '

⠀ |⠀shinichiro sano ⠀ |⠀800 ⠀ |⠀cw. none i think?? fluffy worry type beat ⠀ |⠀ danger days m.list

you honestly don’t think shinichiro ever slept. 

not once have you seen him rest his eyes for longer than a few minutes at a time. usually during the day, a (max) thirty minute power nap kept him grinding through the day and well into the night to keep watch for the group. 

it was admirable, in a way, if not for the concern creeping its way up your spine at the sight of dark bags under his eyes, the sluggish movements keeping him away from going out on material runs. 

another night, and he’s out by the dying fire someone’s made (baji, you think? maybe wakasa. he usually has a lighter on him), the tents surrounding it barely illuminated as the flame slowly dims down. 

you nudge his foot with your own as a warning of your presence, shinichiro seeming to not notice you until your boot makes contact with his own. he startles slightly, sitting up straighter and squaring his shoulders as if it’d somehow convince you he wasn’t about to fall unconscious from the warmth of the fire. 

“hey,” you greet, sitting beside him and offering the canteen of water you’ve brought with you. 

“hi,” he returns, gently taking the tin from you and tipping it back into his mouth, nodding his head and offering it back when he’s done drinking. you shake your head with a scrunch of your nose, and he places it beside his foot in the sand with a small hum, “thanks. somethin’ i can do for ya?”

“mmm, no. just wanted to check in.” 

“check in?” he parrots, head tilting, “what for?” 

you give a look as if it isn’t obvious, but it has his brows furrowing, head tilting for further clarification.  “on you,” you nudge his shoulder slightly with a huff, “you’re the only one staying up for the night watches, aren’t you? and you’re barely sleepin’ during the day. you’re pushing your body too much.” 

a small smile creeps its way onto his cheeks, straightening his posture, “don’t tell me our newbie’s worried ‘bout me.” 

the bastard makes an obnoxious kissy face at the proclamation that leaves you shoving at his shoulder again with a small laugh, “not a chance. i’m more worried about our safety as a group.” 

he almost pouts at your claim, but still is aware enough to address your concerns, “i do sleep,” he argues half-heartedly, “and wakasa or benkei’ll sometimes take over for me if i’m not feelin’ up for it. i just . . i dunno,  i prefer to do it myself.” 

absentmindedly, you think, his eyes trail to the two tents his siblings reside in, sleeping peacefully despite the dangers still lurking in the dark. maybe it’s because they know their brother is the one watching over them, that allows them to fall into it so easily. 

“i get it,” you say softly, following his gaze, “but to take care of everyone else, you gotta take care of yourself.” 

he blinks slowly at the thought before turning his gaze to meet your own, “ya think so?” 

the way he asks is genuine, matching your soft tone with the furrow of his brow returning. you nod slowly, patting his knee, “i do. i’ll keep first watch, yeah? you go rest for a few hours, i’ll wake you up when i get tired.” 

to solidify the fact that there’s no room for argument, you readjust your position of seating to something more comfortable and toss more fuel to keep the fire going with a soft glow. shinichiro seems to consider this for a moment, not moving from his spot as if he could have any reason to disagree, but the weight of his fatigue hits at the sudden thought of sleeping for anything more than a few minutes. 

“ . . . okay.” he settles finally, “but do you . . would you mind if i . .” he takes a breath to steel his nerves, “could i sleep out here, beside you and the fire? just to make sure you can wake me up quickly if you need to, or-” 

baby steps, you suppose. at least he’s agreeing to rest. 

“of course,” you interrupt gently, “i’ll wake you up if i need anything. promise.” 

he smiles at that, retreating quietly to one of the tents and returning with an armful of blankets and pillows to make the sand bearable enough to pass out on. to your surprise, he’s out cold within a few minutes, the sound of the fire crackling and the cool night air aiding in this feat if you had to guess. 

though someone should have warned you of how badly this group of killjoys seemingly self-proclaimed leader snores, you think maybe that’s a task to tackle another night. 

[petrichorium]

hiyaaaa c: for the selfship asks!! (I usually default to Shanks with you but i'd love to hear about literally any of your selfships, anyone you wanna talk about!)

mocha, moonlight, mango, vanilla (+ bonus if there's one on there you're specifically dyin to talk about!)

i will happily do shanks ty av 👉🏻👈🏻

mocha — what was your first kiss like?

its like two yrs after we meet n during that time we've been growing closer but im def still like. super anxious hes just gonna get bored of me and move on. like every time he leaves theres a part of me thats like yep this is it theyre not coming back. as time has gone on their visits have gotten longer + more frequent but then this Specific time they r stalled and it takes much much longer for them to return like they r gone for a good 3-4 months which is the longest its ever been. so when shanks Does show up at the top of my lighthouse where im working on the light i have this very intense mix of feelings (relief bc i was ofc worried, anger at him bc i felt abandoned, anger at myself for feeling abandoned when i shouldnt even care) but most of all i see him and its just so clear how eager he is to see me that i have Such a palpable reaction to seeing him in turn and it def terrifies me. hes gotten used to me just letting him in or even coming out to hang w him so when i tell him im not hes like. very kicked puppy LMFAOOOOO its also raining and windy and hes very like. mr darcy in the rain coded yk JSHBFJBHS but not abt to leave or force the door open obvi so instead he just stands there tapping at the window while i hover too..... eventually i do open it and he gets up close to say hes sorry he took so long and tell me he missed me so much.......... n now i feel So silly and upset w myself i fear JHSDFJHB just a mess but all those emotions come out in me impulsively lunging forward n kissing him through the window...... and its so wet rip and cold and so fast bc he does Not anticipate it hes left all dumbfounded. and in a panic i slam the window closed on him again LOL and thats when he like. bashes through the door like a maniac i fear just on complete accident neither of us realizes hes busted the latch until way later on but hes just very giddy and wants 2 hold me Right Then which i do allow him to do....... N E WAY THERE WE GO SDUFHBVHBH so long im sorry pfft

moonlight — what does a perfect friday night look like for the two of you?

bold to assume the red-haired pirates have weekdays JHBSDFJH but i will attempt to maintain the spirit of the question...... perfect night before a few "days off" wld start w me actually joining everyone for a few drinks which is admittedly a bit rare so it always puts shanks in a good mood. i always peel off a bit early and he probs follows quickly behind, n we spend the rest of the night lounging around our quarters w him reading whatever book im in the middle of over my shoulder/from my lap. we'll make out a lil too but thats a given

mango — do you and your lover like to dance?

DOES MR HOPELESS ROMANTIC LIKE TO DANCE yes ofc ofc 🫣 he will mostly drag me into v playful high energy dances while everyones partying (& honestly the other officers will too i think) but he does like to slow it down sometimes.... occasionally in a quiet lil corner of whatever bar we've taken over for the night but often just in our quarters 🥺 ive talked abt for the dancing and the dreaming but he'll tend to hum that on those occasions 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

vanilla — what do they keep on their nightstand? what do you keep on yours?

i feel like we share a nightstand somehow idk just vibes so its always got. a bunch of books (i rlly do read a LOT on the red force ik im always talking abt it but like. once i join up i suddenly have access to all kinds of banned books that i read like crazy so) honestly one or two half-empty bottles of booze which i am always trying to toss out but another will magically appear..... a pistol JKHBSDJHFB a mini den-den, a good bundle of various letters and documents, a pair of seastone cuffs

send in some selfship questions!

[specialagentlokitty]

Lestrade x reader - wasn’t expecting that

- Lestrade x Reader - best friends to lovers, set after Lestrade's wife cheats - @mxacegrey 💜

It was late, and you so wanted to go home but you couldn’t, you had so much paperwork to complete, and since Sherlock basically forced his way into your case, you now had twice as much.

Looking at the clock you groaned a little seeing how late it was and looked at your empty coffee cup.

You wanted more, but you didn’t want to get up, so you settled for resting your head on your desk with a small thump, letting out another groan.

“Still here?”

You looked up and Lestrade and nodded your head with a sigh as he walked into the office.

“Joys of paperwork, why’re you here?”

“Was just going to stay here tonight and sort out a hotel room tomorrow.”

“You still haven’t found somewhere?” You asked him.

“No, and got fed up of Sherlock rambling. I’d much rather get a hotel room at this point.”

You chuckled a little nodding your head and looked at him again, looking at the large bag in his hands.

“You know you can stay at mine for now? Right?”

“It’s fine don’t worry, I don’t want to intrude or anything.”

Laughing, you shook your head and stood up, pulling your jacket on, you grabbed your keys and bag, throwing the papers into a desk in your desk you turned of your lamp.

“You won’t be Lestrade, it’s fine. I’ve got a spare room you know that, till you get back on your feet.”

He looked a little relieved and gave you a thankful smile as you followed you out of the office, closing the door for you.

“You got your car?”

“Go a taxi.”

You nodded and lead him to your car, letting him toss his bag in the back you jumped in the drivers seat and waited for him.

You guys talked a little on the way to his, and you showed him the guest room, letting get settled in as you showed him where everything is.

“Hate to be rude, but I’m beat, I’m gonna get some sleep, you should too.”

With that, you offered him a smile and wondered away.

Lestrade woke up before you the next morning, he decided to to make you breakfast and looked around you kitchen which was pretty empty.

“Bloody bell what do you eat…?”

He settled for just ordering breakfast and set your stuff on the table when it arrived.

“Damn you actually found food…”

He turned to the doorway of the kitchen where you were stood rubbing your eyes and letting out a loud yawn.

“No i ordered some. Why’s your kitchen so empty?”

You shrugged a little and sat down, rested your head in your arms and he laughed, pushing your coffee towards you.

You grumbled a little and he smiled, patting your head as he sat down on the opposite end side of the table and you sat up.

“Thanks for breakfast.”

“No problem but since we’ve got the day off I am begging you to go get some shopping.

You smirked a little and shrugged your shoulders, sipping the drink before grabbing one of the pasties from the bag.

“Yeah I guess we can.”

“Thank you, I would prefer to be able to eat. I’ll start looks for places today as well.”

You waved your hand dismissively as you shook your head.

“Don’t rush it, take as long as you need.”

“Thank you, honestly.”

Lestrade helped you around the flat, he cleaned and you took turns cooking, when you forget he would get the shopping and remind you to keep a list of things for when you ran out.

Days turned into week and eventually he had been living there for a half a year and it was a safe to say that you two were best friends.

You decided since it was so hard to get a flat in London he was just going to stay with you, you guys would split bills and such and if he ever changed his mind or found somewhere he liked he could move out at any point.

It was a good little arrangement and it made life easier when you two were working the same case.

You had a weeks holiday, so you passed the time sleeping, playing games and sometimes going out to meet John or Mycroft for lunch when Lestrade was busy.

Humming to yourself, you stood in front of the mirror looking at the outfit you were wearing and frowned trying to figure out if it was what you wanted to settle for.

“Hey (Y/N) you still here?”

“Yeah I’m in my room!” You called back.

Lestrade padded over and knocked on the door before pushing it open slightly, keeping his head turned away.

“You can come in.” You laughed.

He smiled and opened the door fully, walking in only to stop when he saw you dressed up.

You weren’t dressed too fancy, but he would have to admit you definitely looked nice.

You wore jeans, a white shirt with the top button undone, and a black leather jacket, you hair had been done in your favourite style and you had a few other outfits set out on the bed.

“Does this look nice? Is it too casual?”

“Depends. For a work meeting, yes, for meeting friends, no.”

“How about a first date?”

Lestrade felt something in him when you said date, he couldn’t quite place what it was. Was it sadness? No, no it couldn’t have been.

“Date?”

You nodded your head and turned back to look in the mirror with a frown.

“Yeah, I’m meeting a guy for drinks. A friend of Molly’s actually.”

“Right, right.”

Lestrade stared at you back.

“Yeah, yeah it looks nice. Good for a first date.”

You smiled and turned around, walking over you out everything else away again and grabbed some shoes from the corner of your room and pulled them on.

Heading over over to the door, you smiled at Greg again.

“Thanks, I’ll be home in a few hours.”

“Be safe.”

You nodded and left the flat and he just stood in your room for a second before he left and closed the door behind him.

He sat in the sofa, nursing a beer as he idly flicked through channels on the tv.

He couldn’t get it out of his head.

You on a date. You, going out dating. He couldn’t believe it.

He knew it was stupid, of course you would be dating people, you were single, you wanted to meet people, get out there and maybe find someone to settle down with.

You were a few years younger than him, you had been friends ever since you joined the force, but he’d never actually seen you with a partner.

He thought maybe you weren’t interested in dating, and since moving in with you? His marriage having fallen apart and his divorce having just been finalised it made him realise he didn’t have anyone now.

Did he want to start dating again? Did he want to put himself out there again?

He never really thought about that, he just assumed he’d be with his ex wife for the rest of his life and now he didn’t even have that.

He had you, John, and as much as he hated to admit it, Sherlock, that was it. You were us only proper friends that he spoke to.

Lestrade shook his head, maybe he was overthinking it, he didn’t need to worry about that right now, he just had to focus on himself at the minute, dating shouldn’t be a priority.

A few hours slipped past and even though he was turned he didn’t want to go to sleep, he wanted to stay awake, make sure that you got home safely.

He looked at the time and frowned.

“Jesus (Y/N) you should be home by now.”

He went to call you, but you came stumbling through the door not even a minute later, you came padding into the living room and looked at him.

Lestrade just blinked, looking at your wobbly form, the lopsided grin on your face as you walked over and pretty much fell on the sofa next to him.

The moment you dropped down he could smell the alcohol seeping from you.

“Bloody hell did you drink the whole bar?” He asked.

You pat his thigh and laid down, using his leg as a pillow as you dangled you arm over the edge of the sofa.

“I… I think.. two…?”

You sounded confused and you words were slurred.

Sighing, Lestrade placed his hand on your head which made you hum a little as you closed your eyes.

Looked down at you, Lestrade just smiled and shook his head.

“You can’t sleep there.” He whispered.

He pushed you up, and stood up, helping you get into your room and sat you in your bed.

He took your jacket off and placed some more comfortable looking clothes he managed to find on the bed and looked at you.

“Get changed, I’ll get you some water and bowl.”

He left the room, and he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, some pain meds and large mixing bowl from under the sink and walked back into your room.

You had changed, the clothes you wore out tossed all over the room and you were laid on the floor staring at the ceiling.

“(Y/N)?”

Lestrade crouched over you, and you moved your eyes to look at him.

“You want some help to the bed?”

“N.. no…”

“You’re going to sleep here?”

You nodded a little and he sighed, setting the things nearby, he grabbed the pillow and placed it under your head, then grabbed the quilt and gently covered you up.

He crouched next to you again and you carried on staring at the ceiling.

“I.. you stay here…?”

“You want me to stay here?”

“Ye…”

He smiled and gently pat you cheek as he stood up.

“Give me a minute then.”

Lestrade went to get changed and came back with his pillow and his own quilt and laid next to you both of you just staring at the ceiling.

You soon fell asleep, Lestrade falling asleep not long after you.

You woke up to the sun coming through your blinds, and you groaned a little really feeling the hangover you slowly sat up and looked around.

Finding some water and meds you quickly and gratefully took the meds and downed the water before taking a break for breath.

You looked around the room again and stopped when you saw Lestrade on the floor next to you.

Putting the cap on the bottle you set it aside and looked at him, trying to figure out when and how exactly you ended up in your room but you couldn’t.

You tried to figure out why he was sleeping in your floor but you came up with nothing.

Shrugging, you laid down again needing more sleep.

You looked at him, arm tucked under his head, his other arm holding the quilt close to his chest and you smiled.

He looked pretty cute like that.

You closed your eyes and easily drifted back asleep, and when you woke up again Lestrade was already up and gone and you sat up again.

“Hey you’re up.”

He stopped walking and stood in the doorway, and you smiled nodding your head.

“Thanks for the water and meds.”

“No problem how’re you feeling?”

“Like a train wreck.”

You held out your hands and he walked in, helping pull you up before helping you out everything back and you guys headed to the living room.

“How much did you drink? You were pretty much gone to the world.” He laughed.

“I may as well have drank the whole bar, honestly the whole night is just blank. I remember meeting the guy, then we bumped into so random women and then I think we went in and out of a bunch of clubs?”

He laughed again and shook his head at you, handing you a controller and taking the other one of the table.

“Sounds like you had a pretty good night.”

You hummed a little and nodded your head.

“Hey were you sleeping in the floor with me?”

“Yeah you asked me to stay and I was worried about leaving you to sleep alone.”

“Thanks.”

“So you think there’s gonna be another date?”

He was nervous, unsure about what he wanted to hear but he tried to hide it from you.

“Yeah, we’re going out for dinner tonight actually.” You beamed.

Lestrade felt fallen at that, of course the guy would want a second date why wouldn’t he?

He pushed the feeling away and focused on the game.

Over the next few weeks you went on a lot of dates with this guy, and Lestrade had to accept the fact that he wasn’t okay with it.

He was actually sad about it.

But who was he to stop you? You weren’t his. You had a right to date.

You were actually on a date right now, and he was trying to work through the things he was feeling and pushing them away.

While he was lost in his head he didn’t notice the door opening, but he noticed it slamming shut.

Immediately his head shot up.

“(Y/N)?”

Lestrade got up and went straight for you room and looked around, finding you throwing your jacket on the floor and sitting in your bed, holding your face in your hands.

“(Y/N)?”

He slowly walked in, kneeling down in front of you, pulling your hands away from your face to hold them as he looked at you.

“What happened sweetheart?” He asked softly.

“That bastard was making out with some other woman.” You laughed angrily.

Lestrade’s blood boiled, how could anyone do that? Especially to someone like you. Yes, he was angry when his ex wife cheated on him but knowing someone did that to you? He was furious.

He shoved his emotions down and took a deep breath.

“Am I just someone to talk over? Am I not pretty enough? Did I do something?”

You rambled your insecurities and worried to him and he stood up, pulling you up with him he quickly hugged you and you more than happily hugged him back.

“No, no don’t think about yourself like that okay? Don’t let some asshole of a man do that to you sweetheart. You aren’t someone to walk over, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Lestrade took a small deep breath.

“You’re absolutely beautiful (Y/N), and if he can’t see that he’s stupid.”

You sniffled a little, nodding your head as you carried on hugging him.

“I just… can I just.. I want to go to bed…”

“Alright, get some sleep okay?”

He let you go, wiping your tears with his thumbs and he kissed your forehead.

He went to leave but you stopped him.

“Stay…?”

The small crack in your voice was enough for him, he nodded and tucked you under your quilt and he laid on top of it, wrapping you up in his arms.

Neither of you said anything, but even after you fell asleep he didn’t move, he stayed there.

He made sure to get up before you and make you breakfast and you didn’t say a word, you ate silently and he decided to give you some space.

He did everything he could, but it took you a while to feel better and he was there with your every step of the way.

“Do you think I’ll find someone Greg?” You asked one evening.

He looked up from where he was sat on the floor.

“Of course you will, I know you will.”

“Doesn’t seem like it…” you mumbled.

You got up and walked into the kitchen and he quickly followed you.

“Look, you’re smart, okay? Your smart, creative, funny, brave, absolutely beautiful. If you don’t find someone then this world has gone mad.”

You turned around and set your cup down.

“Really? You mean that?”

“Of course! Of course I mean it (Y/N) because it’s true. Everyone who hurts you, everyone who doesn’t decide to stay with you they’re absolutely stupid because you are amazing in every sense of the word.” He smiled.

You smiled and nodded your head, taking a sip from your drink before you set it back down.

Lestrade walked over and stood in front of you, placing his hand on your cheek, letting you lean into his touch as you closed your eyes.

“I know there’s someone out there who’s going to always think the world of you.”

“How do you know?” You asked softly.

Lestrade thought for a moment before he took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second before he looked at you.

He couldn’t stop this anymore.

“Because he’s looking at you right now…” he whispered.

“Greg?”

You opened your eyes and he cupped your face in his hands.

“I’m sorry I can’t keep holding it back anymore. Seeing you get hurt like that, seeing you crying, I can’t stand it. You’re too beautiful to cry, you’re too beautiful to be treated like that sweetheart. I promise you now I’d never do that to you, if you’d give me a chance that is.”

You just stared at him and he quickly backed away, heart racing in his chest realising what he just did.

“I.. I know I’m a few years older than you and I’ve been married and my divorce was finalised a few months ago…”

“Greg…”

“If.. if you don’t want to that’s okay too!” He panicked.

“Greg.”

He quickly turned around, running a hand down his face.

“Oh crap I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have said anything.”

He carried on rambling and you walked over, placing your hand on his shoulder you turned him around.

He stopped talking and looked at you.

You looked at him back.

Placing your hand on his face, you ran your thumb along the skin of his cheek.

“(Y/N)…” he breathed out.

You moved your hands and lightly grasped his collar and pulled him closer.

Lestrade cupped your face again and leant down nose brushing against yours.

“Greg…”

“I need you to say it…” he whispered.

You smiled and instead of speaking you leant up and that was all the permission he needed.

Quickly he kissed you back, letting all the emotions he had been feeling for a while came pouring out.

It felt like forever, as if the world slowly down and finally he pulled away, eyes half lidded and you looked at him with a smile.

“You talk to much…” you whispered.

“Maybe I need a reminder why I shouldn’t talk so much?” He smirked.

“I think you do.”

You smirked back and quickly pulled him down to kiss him again, pulling him closely to you and he smiled into the kiss.

He definitely wasn’t expecting that

[tiny-maus-boots]

Down South pt 2

Chloe

"Quick get him on the table."

Chloe tossed a sheet over the wooden trestle table they usually shared meals together at. Guillome was pale and listless from pain and blood loss and she wasn't entirely sure she could help him. Beca and Stacie wrangled the tall man onto the table and backed away so she could work.

"Guillome? Can you hear me?"

His eyes were closed but she could tell he was on the cusp of awareness. Chloe gave him a few sharp slaps until he roused enough to blink blearily at her.

"Hey there fella. You've been beat to hell it looks like."

He gave a weak nod of understanding and she gave him a tight lipped smile. Chloe turned to ask that one of the girls bring in water but Aubrey was already at her side with a full bucket and a basin.

"Thanks, love."

While the blonde filled the basin for her she took the time to take a pair of shears to Mr. Beauchamp's best pressed shirt. He must have been visiting Kat. Another thought that weighed heavily on her mind.

If he was here in this state, what must the people of the town be suffering? Kat wouldn’t leave her cantina no matter who blew into town. She had run once but since coming to Mexico, Kat had dug her heels in firmly with no intent to ever leave or be run off again. Chloe shook her head and focused on the task before her. The cool well water felt good on her hands as she rinsed them off.

"I'm going to need help. Beca, Stacie, hold him steady. This is gonna hurt something awful."

There was a lot of work to be done and she didn't like the way the bones of his forearm had broken through the skin. Chloe took a deep steadying breath and set herself to the business of fixing their friend and Kat's sometimes paramour.

"Think he'll be able to tell us something?"

Chloe shook her head at Stacie’s question as she carefully pulled and rotated the bones back in place with a grinding crunch. He'd be damn lucky if it healed at all let alone good as it was. Guillome screamed in pain and writhed against their strong grip until he slumped back against the table, out cold. She shook her head again unsure if he would be able to tell them much of anything. It would be better if he rested.

"I think we already know enough, Stace. If they aren't on our land already they soon will be."

They all stopped to look at Beca who shrugged and looked down at the barely conscious man on their table. Her words caused a stone to plummet to Chloe’s guts.

"They beat him bad. Real bad. But someone put him on that horse. A horse with a brand I don’t recognize. Looks like two crooked letters in a star, except one of them is backward. It looks fresh too”

Silver Star Ranch. Chloe felt the world shift uncomfortably. That was impossible. She raised shadow filled eyes to the blonde and swallowed hard. It couldn’t be. Beca was mistaken.

Aubrey set the basin down on the edge of the table and silently walked to the corner to pick up her rifle. She alone understood Chloe’s sudden fear. Stacie started to follow her up the stairs to the bedrooms but Aubrey stopped her with a hand gently cupped to the taller woman's face.

"I'm just going up to have a look. If they're coming I want to know from what direction."

"You gonna be okay up there alone?"

Aubrey smiled sweetly and leaned forward to kiss Stacie with as much softness as she held her face. Chloe tore her eyes from the pair to give them some privacy while she worked. She couldn't blame Stacie's trepidation. It was hard for any of them to let the blonde out of their sights. Those long days of worrying if Aubrey would heal whole or not had scarred and haunted them all.

"It's trespassers that gotta worry, Stace. I'll put a hole in them long before they see me."

Beca didn't even try to hide the darkly amused smile at the thought. Chloe was absolutely sure the tiny woman was itching for a fight. None of them wanted to give up the peace they had found here in the home they were building together. But neither had they been so foolish as to believe they would never need to ride into danger again.

"Hey Cowgirl, how about you go grab those blankets of ours and dunk them in the trough outside in case they get the smart idea to try and burn us out?"

"Beautiful and brilliant."

She gave Beca a wink as the shorter woman sped off and waved Stacie over to help. Chloe was just as eager to strap on her rig to help defend their home but she wouldn’t do it until their friend was as stable as they could get him. Stacie worked quickly to clean up the blood still oozing from several open wounds while Chloe worked to clear and close as many as she could. She never imagined all those years of having to stitch up her brothers before their mother saw them all banged up after one brawl or another would be so handy now.

“Who do you think did this, Chlo?”

That was hard to say. It wouldn’t be the Army, not this far south. Might be banditos, they had a couple of nomadic gangs in the area. Mostly horse rustlers with a healthy respect for the town. Or at least respect enough not to cause too much grief for anyone but Kat when they got a little too drunk at her cantina. No, this felt a little bit heavier than that. Guillome was hurt in a way that was meant to make a statement. Not a dust up over a spilled drink and a pretty girl.

“If I have to guess? Bounty hunters."

Or worse. Pinkertons. She didn't have to say it. Just the thought of them brought a tingle of fear to the room. Pinkerton men were brutal and vicious. They weren't just law men, they were worse. They were true believers.

Not in God of course. But in the power of man. The power a man had granted them to do unspeakable things to ensure order in the chaos of a wild and growing country. They would do anything in any way they could to achieve what they believed was for the greater good.

Including rousting a family of emigrant Irish farmers from their beds in the middle of the night and burning their ranch to the ground to make way for the train and progress of the people. She would never forget the fear and despair of that night. That was the night she had decided the law no longer applied to her. And she had been spitting in its eye ever since.

For just a moment she heard the roar of fire consuming the walls around her and felt the heat of flames licking at her skin as her eldest brother, Cole, pitched her right through the bedroom window into mama's garden below. It wasn’t the softest landing but it had saved her life.

Chloe shook off the thought and snipped the end of her thread savagely with her shears. If Pinks were here they were in big trouble. It meant they weren't bringing the girls back for trial.

"Riders. Half broke off from the pack to go around back. A dozen in total."

Beca burst through the front door dragging wet blankets and all the linens they had. She frowned and dropped them in a pile by the door at hearing Aubrey's news from the top of the stairs.

"That hardly seems fair. Only twelve of them for all four of us.” Beca made a stink face and kicked at the pile with a leather moccasin clad foot. “I thought we were actually gonna have a scuffle. Aubrey’s gonna have them so full of holes before they get here I won’t even get to play.”

“I’ll save you a few, Bec.”

Chloe chuckled as Beca’s expression went from cloudy to bright as she ran to the foot of the stairs and shouted back up.

“I could kiss you for that, Aubrey Posen.”

There was only a quietly amused grunt from above. Stacie shook her head with a smile and dumped the bloodied water out the back door. She gave the basin a rinse and refilled it so Chloe could clean her hands before touching anything else. Beca bumped her shoulder lightly with her own and surveyed Chloe’s work.

“We’re gonna have to stash him somewhere.”

“We’re not gonna have time to get him upstairs before they get here and if there’s a fire…”

They’d never get him back down before they all burned to death. Beca nodded off the rest of Stacie’s comment and scuffed her foot lightly at the floor. The edge of a rough woven rug flipped up to reveal the dry timber floor they had laid down together.

“Help me pry out these boards, willa ya?”

“Beca Mitchell you’ll NOT be prying up my kitchen floors!”

Beca blinked once at her before looking around startled. When she didn’t see the apparition she was looking for she heaved a sigh of relief.

“Thought your Ma was here for a second.”

Chloe’s eyes widened and Stacie knew better than to even let out a hiss of a laugh from behind clenched teeth. Bright blue eyes bored into Beca who shivered and shrank in on herself.

“I mean I’ll leave them if you want him to get shot to hell when they get up here…” She paused to consider then sweetened the deal. “I promise to dig you that root cellar in there for all your herbs and stores and whatnot.”

“Aye, and this one will help you!”

Chloe sighed and jerked her head in tight agreement. She couldn’t bear to watch Stacie and Beca rip up the floor. Maybe she really was turning into her mother now that she had settled some in her life. Chloe certainly sounded an awful lot like Cerridwen when she was good and fired up. She shrugged and crept up the stairs to find Aubrey, she should be so lucky to be as strong as passionate a person as her mama.

The blonde was crouched near the window in her bedroom watching patiently for someone to get close enough. Aubrey pulled back her hair into a neat bun and lowered her head to gaze back down the length of her barrel without glancing toward Chloe.

“They here yet?”

“Just about. Can you see them yet out your bedroom window?”

Chloe trotted the few steps down the short hall and looked out at the south facing window. A handful of them had just dismounted and were cautiously scanning the area, creeping forward with rifles drawn. Still too far to shoot at but not quite far enough to make her comfortable. The redhead knelt by the foot of the bed she shared with Beca and raised the lid on the cedar chest her father had hand carved for her mother in Ireland. She took her well oiled rig and strapped it low on her hips. The weight of the heavy leather and steel felt comforting, familiar.

It had been awhile but her body remembered each movement without thought as she drew both pistols and gave them a smooth and practiced twirl before sliding neatly in their holsters. She raised the rifle from its spot resting on a pair of long horns mounted on the wall and set herself to the task of loading it with ammo.

Chloe was more of a brawler than a shooter but she’d taken every lesson Cole, Conner, Caleb, Christian, and Corwin taught her to heart and knew she could plug a man dead between the eyes if she needed to. Two rapid fire shots rang out from the next room over followed by a soft cackle.

A part of her winced at breaking out a small pane of glass to shoot out of but she rested the barrel of the rifle on the window sill and sighted down its length. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she found her mark. She inhaled slowly and tightened her finger around the trigger, squeezing smoothly on the exhale. The man’s body dropped an entire breath later, dirt rising in a cloud where he hit the ground. The men around him spread out, but didn’t creep any closer. They didn’t have to. If they were in range, so was she.

She tucked herself down low behind the cover of the wall and the heavy dresser propped against it as their shots rang out and shattered the rest of the window. Footsteps rushed up the stairs and Beca burst into the room to throw herself over Chloe’s body protectively. They could barely hear each other over the ringing aftermath of the shooting but Chloe was fixated on the soft curve of Beca’s lips as they moved with the words she was shouting.

“Yeah…yeah I’m okay, Bec. Put one of them down and they took exception. Where's Stacie?"

Chloe could hear the sounds of reloading and tossed the rifle to her partner. She drew both guns and started firing at the men below. They scattered under their duel onslaught, scrambling for what cover they could find.

"Oh she's gonna greet our gentleman callers."

Beca shot a man just raising his rifle and snickered. Chloe raised her brows at that. Well that sounded damned suspicious and if she knew Stacie at all whatever she had planned would be wild.

"Of course she is. I hope she shows them our Southern hospitality."

[score-core]

Starshine [Haikyuu]

chapter two

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Kokoa Sugawara got through life by being herself. She didn't know how to be anyone else. Often times she felt as though she was stuck in her brother's shadow, after all, they liked many of the same things and constantly did the same things. Only, he was the fantastic volleyball player that everyone loved. She was just the sports photographer following in her twin's footsteps. But one day, she meets a boy whose freckles are aligned like stars, guiding her to him.

Tadashi was used to being in Kei's shadow. In fact, he often liked it that way. When he and Kokoa meet, he finds that he doesn't mind being in the spotlight, as long as she's controlling its gaze.

pairing(s): tadashi yamaguchi x fem!oc

warnings: none

During their early morning practice, Hinata tries to spike a ball but ends up falling flat on his face.

“Hey, your feet stopped short!” Kageyama tells him. “What happened to your serving and receiving reflexes from yesterday? You need to focus!”

Hinata sulks across the room. “All I’m doing is receiving…There’s not much time left! I want to spike, too! I want to jump, too!”

Kageyama scowls at him. “Go jump around, then!”

“Hey, you guys,” Tanaka speaks up. “I should give you fair warning. Daichi-san is usually gentle, but he’s extremely scary when he gets angry. I mean extremely.” Fear overtakes his voice, thinking of an angry Daichi.

“We know,” they tell him.

Tanaka continues to ramble on. “It won’t be good if he finds out about this morning practice. It won’t be good for me. It’s not that I’m scared or anything! Absolutely not. Absolutely not at all.”

Kokoa catches the two first year’s eyes from behind Tanaka. She shakes her head indicating that he’s lying about not being scared. She then proceeds to make faces behind him, making the first years smile.

“But anyway, the four of us here are the only ones that know about this morning practice, so make sure that you–”

The gym doors open up and Sugawara walks in, startling Tanaka. “Morning practice, huh? I knew it.”

Tanaka watches his upperclassman worriedly. “Suga!” “Hey.” “But why…?”

“Because you were obviously weird yesterday. You’re always barely on time, but you voluntarily asked to be in charge of opening the lock.” Suga hesitates for a moment before shooting his eyes toward his sister. She immediately turns her gaze to the ceiling, whistling a nonsense tune. “And Kokoa left me a note about it too.”

“Kokoa, you traitor!” Tanaka yells at her.

“I had to!” She tells him. “I couldn’t leave my house at five in the morning without telling him. He’d worry.”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry. I won’t tell Daichi.” Suga keeps trying to calm Tanaka down. “This is like secret training or something. It’s kind of thrilling.” He gives them all a bright smile and ushers them back to practicing.

Tanaka practices spiking with Kageyama while Hinata practices receiving with Sugawara. “Ohhh! Come and get it!” The second year yells as he and Kageyama spike and set respectively. “Good, that was excellent.”

Hinata suddenly gets hit in the head by Sugawara’s pass and loud laughter rings out from the sidelines. Kokoa brandishes her camera. “Haha, I totally caught that on camera!”

“Hinata, don’t get distracted,” Suga says to the first year who blushes in embarrassment.

Hinata suddenly turns his attention to the other first year. “I want to hit the ball, too! Send me a toss, too!” Kageyama glares at him menacingly. “Tossing’s your favorite, right? Send me a toss, too.” The glare only intensifies. “Just one. Just try me out, once. Okay?”

“No,” the raven-haired first-year says.

“C’mon, Kageyama,” Kokoa says. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

He gives her a look as if to say “Watch this�� before turning to serve at Hinata. He tries to receive the ball, but it goes flying away.

Kageyama glares at him from across the gym. “That came straight at you from the front. Tossing and attacking happen only if there’s a reception. Which you’re too slow to even do, so don’t talk cocky. For the three-on-three match this Saturday, I’ll make every effort to give Tanaka all the tosses.”

Hinata wilts more and more after every sentence. “What?”

“Let Tanaka do the attacking. You do your best not to get in our way.”

“Oh come on, Kageyama,” Kokoa butts in. “You have no idea if he’d get in your way or not.” She walks towards the volleyball players with confident strides, coming to a stop beside Hinata and resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I know you guys had some issues in middle school but things change, people change. You never know unless you set to Hinata and let him spike the damn ball!”

“I’ll toss to anyone who’s essential to winning,” Kageyama tells her before leveling his gaze at his fellow first-year. “Right now, I don’t think you’re essential to winning.”

“What’s it take to toss him a few here and there?” Suga asks.

Kageyama ignores him and turns away. “It’s getting to be that time. We’d better clean up.”

He sends Tanaka into a panic. “Crap! Hurry! Erase all the evidence!” In a flurry of movement, he ushers the others into cleaning up the gym.

Kokoa sighs under her breath. “Dummy kohai. You’re just setting yourselves further behind.”

[bi-bard]

Calm Down - Villanelle Imagine (Killing Eve)

Title: Calm Down

Pairing: Villanelle X Reader

Word Count: 1,176 words

Warning(s): attack, violence, murder (self-defense)

Summary: Villanelle decides to take care of her neighbor after something goes incredibly wrong.

Author's Note: God, I am so bi.

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The first time I met Villanelle, I never would've thought to question her.

She seemed nice, confident, smarter than some would assume. She just seemed too regular to worry me. I guess that was the point.

I had moved into the apartment closest to hers. She had been at her door just as I walked by during one of my first days in the building. I was trying to be nice by introducing myself to my neighbors.

"Hello," I greeted as I stepped around her, tossing a kind grin at her.

She turned to me, letting her eyes scan me for a moment before she spoke, "Hi."

"I... I just moved in," I pointed toward my door with my thumb. "I'm (Y/n)."

She seemed to pause. Like there was something in her mind clicking into place that hadn't lined up before. I got worried, watching her stand completely still like that. I saw something in her eyes change, but I couldn't name it at the time.

"Villanelle."

I would learn later that she had intended to give me some other name and then just... didn't.

The two of us were pleasant after that moment. We would grin at each other or greet each other. She didn't seem to be one for small talk. It seemed to bore her, so I stopped pushing it. She seemed to be happy with that.

I spent weeks in that apartment with no problems. I was happy. Settled.

It was a nice place to call home.

And then, it wasn't.

I was in the middle of cleaning. I was in the middle of scrubbing down my kitchen counter when there was a loud bang.

My door was kicked open and some man ran in.

I didn't have a chance to react before his hands wrapped around my neck. I panicked. My legs were flailing as my hands scratched at his hands. My knee finally came up with enough force to hit him in the crotch. His hands loosened enough for me to push him away from me.

I grabbed a knife from my knife block. I turned back to the man as he grabbed me. I stabbed him in the stomach out of instinct. I pulled the knife out, my eyes wide in shock.

The man grabbed me again, barely groaning at the pain.

I stabbed him again. I kept repeating the motion until he fell to the ground and stopped moving.

There was a pause. A distinct moment between me reacting and me realizing that the man was dead on my floor.

"Oh my God," I muttered, throwing the blade away from myself and falling to the ground. My back was pressed against the cabinets. "Oh my... Oh my God."

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the man on the floor. I was shaking, ready to vomit or cry or both.

"(Y/n)."

I looked up to see Villanelle at the entrance to my kitchen. I panicked, sputtering out how the man had broken in and tried to kill me. How the only choice I had was to stop him. How I was scared. How I had never done that before.

She didn't listen to me for very long, soon interrupting me, "We need to go."

"W-What," I asked.

She walked around the scene like it didn't bother her, going over to my dresser and grabbing a random collection of stuff. If I had been paying closer attention, I would've noticed how it looked all too simple for her to figure out exactly where all my clothes were kept.

"Let's go," she said, going to walk out.

I frantically pushed myself off the ground, following her like a lost puppy. She went to her apartment. I watched her silently as she put my clothes in a bag. Except for a big coat that I had never worn. She told me to use it to cover myself up.

I followed her out of the apartment again and out to the street.

"Could we not just call the police," I asked quietly. "It was self-defense-"

"The police will not believe you," she replied. "You killed someone too important for that."

I opened my mouth but she stopped me before I could speak.

"No. No more talking until I say so. Understood?"

I nodded.

"Good."

We were silent until Villanelle had gotten us checked into some hotel. She told me to go shower and change.

She was so calm about the entire event. I couldn't make sense of it on my own. It was like she either expected this to happen to me or she had been through experiences eerily similar to this one.

It wasn't until I was sitting on the hotel bed that she even entertained my questions. She sat on the edge of the bed next to me while I sat crisscrossed by the pillows.

"I hope you understand that you can't go back there now," she explained. "You're going to need a whole new life."

I nodded, biting my lip for a moment. "He was an assassin, right?"

"Yes."

"You said that man was important," I said. "If he was so important, then why was he bothering with me?"

"He wasn't," she replied. I raised an eyebrow at that. "He was looking for me. I said he was important, not smart."

"Why was he looking for you?"

"Not sure," she shrugged before smirking a bit. "I am also very important."

"Why were you so calm?"

"I've been in far worse situations."

"What? Are you an assassin like him?"

I chuckled for a moment but stopped when she didn't deny it or chuckle with me.

"You are?"

"Yes."

"Oh... wow... holy crap. You're very good at hiding it. I honestly don't know if I should be upset with you or not. What's the right reaction when..."

"You need to calm down."

"Surely, you understand why I'm a little hesitant to just 'calm down' when something like..."

Villanelle sighed at my rambling before moving forward and grabbing the sides of my face, which caused my talking to slow down to less than half its speed.

She chuckled at me before leaning forward and pressing her lips to mine.

I froze, my eyes open as she kissed me. She pulled back a few moments later, only moving enough to look me in the eye again. I didn't know what to do or say.

"Are you calm now," she asked.

I nodded.

She grinned and leaned back further. "Good."

I leaned back against the headboard.

"Do you still trust me?"

"You... you could've killed me earlier or left me there to deal with it, but you didn't," I said. "Y-Yeah, I trust you."

Something in her eyes softened. Like when I had first met her. I didn't have the time to question it before Villanelle leaned forward to press her lips to mine again. I gasped for a moment before finally kissing her back.

"Good," she muttered between kisses.

That night felt like the best start I could've had to my new life.

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[tokkiotears]

sunshine & kisses

note: just an idea i had about living in the amazon w/ druig <3 dedicated to @sapphireplums

pairing: druig x (f)eternal!reader

summary: you slip away to a nearby waterfall and druig later joins you

warnings: intimacy (non-sexual), not proofread

wc: 1k

The trees were alive, filled with chattering animals and beautiful butterflies. The colors here never ceased to amaze you. In all your years on earth, you had never been somewhere so full of life. You sat on the wooden porch of an enormous bungalow - one that you and Druig lived in. It nearly blended in with the landscape as it was made up entirely of the materials here in the rainforest. It was elegant and practical - much like Druig.

You stand, letting your bare feet guide you to your room. In a woven basket, are your linens. You discard the dirtied ones you wore and slip on a creamy white wrap dress and some sandals.

The weather was nice today, fit for swimming. You set a small note on the dresser, which wrote ‘When you’ve read this, come join me at the falls xx’.

You sling your leather bag onto your shoulder and set off towards the river. It was refreshing to have nothing to do, a free day to spend as you wish. If. Druig had it his way, you wouldn’t have to worry or work a day in your life as long as you were with him. But, you were stubborn, and working around the village meant you got to be by his side more often and that was something you enjoyed. The way you walked to the waterfalls was beginning to form into a trail from your frequent visits, the grass and foliage parting for your return.

After ten or so minutes, the distant rumbling of the waterfall became clearer. You breathe in the fresh air, letting out a deep sigh. Reaching into your bag, you pull out a large fabric and lay it onto the soft dirt a few feet away from the edge of the sparkling waterfall pool. You drop your things onto the corner and unlace your sandals, kicking them off.

The water is slightly cold, enveloping your feet up to your ankles. The energy of the world around you is palpable. With your eyes closed, you can feel and visualize the veins and rivers of colorful energy just waiting to be harnessed under your fingertips.

You concentrate on the surroundings, the noises blue together. The chirping birds, buzzing insects, the waterfall, the leaves rustling.

A branch snaps behind you, but your eyes stay closed. You can feel his presence. His energy.

“Druig.”

The man smiles at your backside, feeling mesmerized when you turn to look at him. The sun is outlining your body, you giving you a halo of golden light.

He could’ve sworn you were an angel. Sent to keep him sane.

You step out of the water and towards him, reaching for the tie of his dark linen robe. Druig presses his forehead against yours, a sigh escaping him, “I’m glad to be done for the day.”

His hands find your cheeks, thumbs tracing over your brows gently. Druig presses fluttering kisses to each of your eyelids and then another to your lips. “I’ve missed you, darling.”

You smile to yourself, it has only been a few hours since the two of you were tangled in each-others limbs. He shrugs his robe off, tossing it with your belongings and removing his shoes as well. Druig laces his fingers with yours, following you as you guide him into the water.

“How is the village?” You ask, dipping your hands into the glittering water.

“It is well, the people miss you, the school is doing well,” His ebony hair is on your shoulder, the weight of his head on your body. You let droplets of water from your fingertips fall onto his exposed arms. You hum in response to his statement and pull him close.

Druig’s strong arms wrap around your waist, lifting you slightly.

“Dru-“

Your words barely make it out of your mouth before he leans backward and dunks you both into the deeper end of the pool. Your whole body tingles, the adrenaline rushing through. The chilly water is refreshing and awakens you in every sense. Your hair billows in the water before you push to your feet.

When you open your eyes and catch your breath, you see that Druig is grinning widely, with his upper half above the water.

“Now, Y/N. Let’s not act rash…” He begins. It’s not long that you can hold the facade of being angry because that mischievous smile just melts your heart. You lunge forward at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pull him underwater again.

Druig pulls your torso close you his own as he brings you both above water. Water is dripping everywhere, and there’s now the fact that all of your clothes are completely drenched. Neither of you care though. The moment is far too precious.

He lifts you up, guiding one leg around his hips. The water makes you weightless, but then again his strength is godly so there isn’t much of a difference.

His eyes are almost a perfect match to the water you are in, the kind of blue that you just want to drown in. Little do you know, as he holds you, he is admiring you just the same. The way that the sun lightens your eyes by two shades and how the blue water looks so good against your skin.

His lips quickly find yours, pulling you into a passionate kiss. He is obsessed with you - enamored - bound to for life. He can never be too close to you. You gently pull his bottom lip between your teeth and find your fingers burying themselves into his wet hair.

Druig carefully pulls away, catching his breath. Alas, Eternals still need air every once in a while. He presses a light kiss to the tip of your nose, “The future never looks dull, so long as you are in it, my love.”

“Good thing I plan on staying by your side then, huh?” You wink. He chuckles breathily, pulling you into an embrace. He holds you with such composure that you feel as if he’d never let you go. And for the remainder of the afternoon, Druig held you close as you napped on the shore, slowly drying off in the heat of the sun.

[kenzumekodma]

18+ ONLY, MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

summary: “L-look at you, humping the mattress l-like a bitch in heat,” you tease, using his own words against him. “Gonna cum for me, baby boy?”

pairing: denki kaminari x fem reader

wc: 1541

warnings: sub m, f!reader, domme reader, thigh riding, ‘princess’ as a title, oral (f recieving), roommates to fwb to lovers a/n: for @httptamaki​ ’s subby boys collab! find the masterlist here <3 thank you to @angelashido​ for beta reading for me!

You fiddle with the hem of the black mesh panties of the matching set you had bought earlier on in the day. Denki should be home any minute. No doubt he’ll be a little out of it from work, but honestly? That might just work in your favour. Confidence hasn’t always been your strong suit, although since whatever this is between you and Famous Pro Hero Chargebolt started, it’s improved quite a bit. Being around him is like listening to an audiobook of Ulysses on repeat, as if he’s thinking out loud.

You shiver as you sit on the armchair in your apartment. Maybe this is too much, you think to yourself. Just as the thought crosses your mind to put on a pair of jeans and a sweater, Denki’s key slides into the lock. Well fuck, it’s now or never. You steel yourself in the few seconds you have before he opens the door and hope he can’t see from across the room how your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest.

“Heeeeell-” he starts. “Oh,” he finishes quietly, drinking in your form. He’s not subtle about eyeing the way the rose appliques tastefully cover your nipples. You swallow, and put on a figurative brave face.

“Long day?” you ask.

“Y-yeah, uh huh,” he answers, distracted by the way the elastic of your panties pinches the soft flesh of your hips.

“Thought... “ you clear your throat and reset yourself. “I thought you could use something to relieve some stress after your patrol.”

“Yup, sure,” he says, eyes trailing down to your thighs. He licks his lips.

“You’re not hearing a word I say, are you?”

“Nope,” he confirms. “Gimme.” Denki kicks his shoes off at the door and makes to take you by the waist. Hands gliding along your sides, he leans in to kiss you. You pull back. A sly smirk tugs at your lips.

“Ah, ah. I don’t think so,” you tut. Denki raises an eyebrow. “On the couch.” The order feels foreign in your mouth. Not a bad foreign, though. More like the first bite of a French macaron. To your surprise, the blond man obeys without question. “Gonna have to earn it.”

He watches, eyes wide, as you settle yourself on his lap, straddling his thigh. You take his wrists in your hands and hold them above his head. Your lips rove from his jaw, down his neck, down to his chest, leaving a trail of kisses and bites in their wake.

“What do you say, baby?” you ask.

“Y-yes, god yes, p-please,” he chokes out, pupils blown wide.

“Please, what?” you lead, slowly grinding against his thigh.

“Please let me earn it. Please, P-Princess, let me be a good boy for you,” he groans. You ghost your fingers over his clothed cock and feel it twitch under your touch.

“So eager already, and for what?” you say smugly. You release his hands and climb off of his lap. “Pants. Off. Now,” you demand.

“Y-yes, Princess!” Denki scrambles to unbuckle the utility belt of his hero costume. There’s nothing deft about his movement, not an ounce of grace left in the man. He tosses his pants and belt on the chair across the room and sits as he was again.

“Good boy,” you coo. You find your place on his lap again and grind down. He hisses at the friction of your knee nudging his balls through his boxers as you move. Your lips part and a soft moan falls from them. Denki’s hands drift down to your hips, unconsciously guiding them as he stares at the wet patch forming on your panties. You tap his cheek lightly twice and stop moving.

“Up here, baby,” you say, guiding his hands to your chest. Greedily, he takes your breasts in his hands, massaging and playing with them as if he’s never gotten the chance to before. “Flex your thigh for me, won’t you? That’s a good boy,” you sigh, leaning forward and rocking your clit against your roommate. At any other time if he had you like this, he’d tease you for acting like a bitch in heat, making you edge for him. The thought of turning the tables on him is delicious. You suck a dark spot on his neck to bite back a groan that Denki can feel in his throat as you cum. He runs his fingers through your hair, the softness of his touch making you lean into his hands.

“I wanna see you do that again,” he whispers.

“I’m not here to care about what you want,” you murmur back sweetly. For the first time this afternoon, you glide your hand up and down his clothed shaft. His hips buck up, sending you closer to his face. You bump your head against his, and giggle.

“You okay, Princess?” He kisses your forehead.

“Mhm, I’m fine, don’t worry.” You give him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Floor, please, baby,” you say, standing to let him follow your command. As he goes to sit on the floor you disappear from his view for a moment, only to return with your favourite toy. It’s thick, and a transparent yellow that reminds you of Kaminari’s electric hero persona. Your panties on the floor, your legs spread, and your roommate’s face the most delectable, deep shade of pink, you have everything where you want it.

Keeping your eyes locked onto Denki, you slide your hand between your open legs and rub your clit lightly once, twice, three times… You watch as his eyes follow your fingers. You slide your middle finger from the bottom of your slit to the top. Denki chokes on a groan seeing the string of your essence connecting your pussy to your finger when you pull away.

“Wanna touch, please, Princess. Can I taste? Y’look so delicious,” he begs.

“If you’re good and patient, baby,” you promise. You guide the dildo into yourself and bite your lip. Inch by agonizingly slow inch you take the toy up to the base. By the time you’re able to move it, your head’s thrown back and you’re only barely aware of Denki watching your every move with bated breath. Each time he goes to touch himself, he mentally swats away his own hand. Even when you’re in your own little world, he wants to be a good boy for you.

It’s not long until your second orgasm hits you. Your hips lift off of the couch and you whimper with a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The overstimulation of fucking yourself past your climax makes you mewl. Your eyes flutter open and you see Denki staring at you, jaw dropped. You run your thumb against your clit and groan. After all the hard work he puts in as a hero, you think he deserves a bit of a show.

“W-was so good, didn’t touch myself at all or nothing,” he pants. “Lemme taste you, please. I-I wanna taste you so bad, need it, please!” You nod. He scrambles to his feet and picks you up. “Wanna be comfy when I make you feel good,” he says, carrying you to his bedroom. He lays you down gingerly. “Can I take my clothes off?”

“Go ahead,” you affirm.

Within seconds Denki’s naked, lying on his stomach between your legs. With his tongue broad and flat, he licks a long stripe up your cunt. He moans into your skin.

“Taste so good, Princess. Better when you make me wait,” he mumbles. Another stroke of his tongue like the first, then a third before he delves into your hole. He brings his hand up around your thigh and flicks his thumb over your sensitive nub.

“F-fuck,” you whine. “S-such a good boy for me.” Denki whimpers at your praise, the vibrations going straight to your core. A loud moan escapes your lips. You lace your fingers in his hair and tug lightly. Hand firmly at the back of his head, you guide his lips to your clit. He seals them around it and sucks with a gentle hunger. His tongue flicks against you desperately.

“L-look at you, humping the mattress l-like a bitch in heat,” you tease, using his own words against him. “Gonna cum for me, baby boy?”

He nods into your sex, the extra friction making you choke out a sob. You feel yourself reaching the familiar precipice.

“C’mon baby, just a little more, just a -- j-just like that just like that!” you cry. Denki slides two large fingers into your velvet walls and curls them just right, the way that has you coming undone on him in seconds. He chokes out a sob as he cums, staining the sheets of his bed with white. He takes his time lazily cleaning up the evidence of your pleasure, peppering kisses along your thighs, to your hips, up your tummy, your chest, and finally ending with a tender kiss to your lips.

“Gonna have to wear that more often, sweetheart,” he murmurs, a grin plastered across his face. “I’ll be your good boy if you’ll be mine.”

“If I’ll be your what?” you ask, breathless. He places a sweet kiss on your nose.

“Just mine.”

[luminnara]

Nesting | alpha!kiribaku x omega!reader fluff

Something soft and fluffy w a/b/o dynamics w kiribaku? Or just one of them if you don’t do poly things

Oh ho ho, don’t you worry I LOVE poly things! I especially love kiribaku x reader because like, how can you NOT lol

I made this super sweet and nice because I crave that feel good fluff! This is SFW but there’s a little mention of some adult stuff. Nothing past that though!

Requests are open!

Warnings: none

Gender neutral reader

Having two alphas wasn’t typical, at least not as far as you knew. Yeah, you were sure that there were all kinds of people and arrangements out there, but you had never really heard of alphas being willing to share an omega. Most of the time, they just got too possessive; when alphas went into ruts or omegas into heats, the pheromones being pumped into the air were sometimes strong enough to ruin entire friendships.

Not for you, though.

When the three of you became a thing, there was no drama. There was no fighting between the two boys, no conflict. You hadn’t really set out to date both of them, but, well...one thing led to another, and next thing you knew, you were all living in an apartment together, and you had two big mating marks on your neck.

It all happened so naturally. It was almost as if the three of you were fated to be together, or something. Yeah, you had your disagreements—Katsuki’s temper was infamous, and Eijiro could almost be too nice sometimes—but what relationship didn’t have a few spats here and there? Your fights never lasted long, and all in all, you were happier than you ever thought possible.

“I’m home!” Eijiro’s voice called, followed by the sound of the door closing.

But of course you already knew. You could smell him the second he walked in, and you were already up and running towards him.

“Whoa, hey!” He laughed as you launched yourself at him, catching you easily and grinning that shark grin of his. “Miss me or somethin’?”

“I always do,” you smiled, hooking your arms around his neck.

His hands settled on your butt as he held you, and he nuzzled into your neck. Both alphas always wanted to be covered in your scent, but Kirishima especially loved it, constantly shoving his nose against the glands and sometimes rubbing his entire head over them. He once told you that he liked being able to smell you on him even when you weren’t around, and the thought of him strutting around at the agency, absolutely reeking of you, made you blush whenever it crossed your mind.

“Is Katsuki home yet?” He asked, walking you down the entry hall and into the living room.

“No,” you sighed. “I think he’s working late tonight...”

You tried not to let your disappointment sound in your voice, but it was impossible to hide anything from Eijiro. He knew how stressful it could be, with both him and Katsuki working as some of the top pro heroes in the city. There were plenty of days where they both came home late, too tired to do anything other than drag themselves into bed and curl up around you. It had a tendency to leave you feeling dejected and alone, and lately, you had taken up a new hobby to try to distract yourself.

Well...hobby was a loose word. It was more just...something you had found yourself with the sudden urge to do, and tonight, the fruits of your labor were finally ready to be revealed.

When Kirishima stepped into the living room, he stopped, and you knew he had seen it.

“Hey, is that...?” He asked, voice trailing off as he stared.

You wiggled out of his arms, beaming up at him as soon as you were standing on your own. “A nest? Sure is!”

The look on your boyfriend’s face was priceless. His eyes were wide, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The living room floor was covered in blankets and pillows, all strategically piled up to form the best, coziest nest you could make. As Kirishima took a step closer, he spotted a few of his shirts and hoodies mixed in, a grin finding its way onto his face.

“Babe,” he finally spoke up, his voice soft, “are you really nesting?”

A small blush crept to your cheeks as you nodded, suddenly feeling shy. “Yeah, I guess so...I dunno where it came from really, I just started getting the urge to make it...”

Suddenly, he swept you up into his arms again, a loud, humming purr vibrating in his chest as he gave you a squeeze with those strong arms of his. “It looks amazing, baby.”

You sighed happily, relaxing against him. “Do...do you wanna come try it out with me?”

He almost dropped you again in shock. “H-huh?”

“Yeah!” you freed yourself from his grip once more and grabbed his hand, giving him a tug. 

“Y-you trust me enough...?” his face was adorably surprised, eyes wide as he let you pull him towards your nest.

“Well yeah, duh!” you plopped down in the center of all the blankets and clothes, smiling up at him as he stood over you. “Of course I trust you...you and Katsuki are the best alphas anyone could ask for. Why do you think I felt safe enough to even make a nest?”

You could swear you saw some tears welling up in his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. “Fuck, I love you so much...”

“Then c’mere, silly,” you laughed lightly, patting the space next to you. 

He finally obliged, hunkering down and sighing happily as he surrounded himself with your scent. The nest was cozy, but big enough for three, and as you waited for Katsuki to get home, you found yourself chattering to Eijiro about exactly how it was made, what shirts you had snagged from his and Katsuki’s drawers, why you had piled up those pillows over there and those way over there, why every single plush in the apartment was strategically placed on top of everything else, and why he kept finding more and more of his belongings buried amongst the blankets. 

“Babe, this is mine,” he said, holding up an old, fraying wallet. 

“Yes, and?” you snatched it out of his hand, tucking it back in its spot. “You never use it. And it smells just like you.”

He chuckled, putting an arm around you and pulling you up against his chest while he continued to explore the nest. “Still can’t believe you went and did all this so quickly. You must have been working nonstop all day.”

You puffed up proudly, but before you had the chance to reply, you heard the door slam open and the sound of heavy boots stomping in. A warm, smoky-cinnamon smell wafted in, and you trilled happily. Katsuki was finally back home, and as you stood up on your knees, you saw him kicking his shoes off and hanging his coat up by the door. 

“Oy, I’m home,” he called tiredly, too busy putting on his house slippers to glance over at you yet. “Shitty hair, where are you? You make it back alive today?”

“Still in one piece, Katsuki,” Kirishima laughed, leaning back on his hand as you shot out of your nest to greet your other alpha.

“That’s something, I guess.” Bakugou grunted, turning towards the kitchen. He was moving slowly, like all of his muscles ached and he just wanted to go to bed. 

You weren’t about to let him, though. Not yet.

“Katsukiiiiiii,” you called, scrambling up onto the couch to get a better look at him. 

“Hey there, kitten.” he tossed his bag down in its usual place at the table, finally looking up at you. 

You saw his usually harsh gaze soften as his red eyes met yours, something close to the beginning of a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. Katsuki was a rough guy, always grumpy even while he was out there being one of the best heroes in the city, but at home, he was quieter. Home was a safe place for him, and even though he was still a handful, he was your handful, and you wouldn’t trade him for the world...although right now, you were starting to get irritated by the fact that he had yet to see the nest you worked so hard on.

“What’re you two losers doin’ down there?” he asked, walking towards you lazily. “Fuckin’ on the living room floor, without me?”

“Katsuki, come on.” you rolled your eyes. 

“What? It’s a valid question.” he said as he finally reached you, placing his hands over yours where they rested on the back of the couch. He closed his eyes, tilting his head up for you in an open invitation. “Miss me today?”

You nuzzled up against his chin, feeling him relax around you as you pumped out a happy, pheromone-filled scent for him. “Why don’t you take a look at what I spent all day doing, and then you tell me?”

He sighed, grumbling something under his breath as he cracked his eyes open. Then, he fell absolutely still, and when you pulled back and looked up at him, you saw that he was staring, eyes wide in disbelief. He had frozen completely, as if he had absolutely no idea how to process what he was seeing.

“Like it?” you asked, following his gaze back to your nest. 

Kirishima was still sitting in the center of it, resting one arm on his knee while he supported his weight on the other. There was a gentle, lazy smile on his face, and as he saw that Bakugou wasn’t moving, he tossed his head. “Katsuki, come see what our little omega worked so hard on.”

“Yeah, Katsuki.” you hopped off the couch, walking around the end of it to take his hand and drag him towards your nest. “Come join us.”

He let you pull him down, and for a moment, all he could do was take a deep breath and inhale the scents of his two mates. Ever so slowly, his face relaxed, and as the three of you snuggled in, he pulled you close and pressed a kiss against your forehead.

“What do you think?” you asked, getting cozy between your two boys.

“It’s fucking perfect, baby.” he said. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“Guess we’re not too bad at this whole alpha thing after all, huh?” Kirishima asked, leaning forward to greet Bakugou with a light kiss. 

“Never said we were.” Katsuki huffed, bristling for a moment before he calmed down. “Still...there are some alphas who never get to see their omega’s nest, let alone be invited in. I guess...you must feel pretty safe with us.”

“I do!” you chirped, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over yourself. “I’m happy. Well...I made this nest because I was getting so lonely during the day, and I wanted to be able to smell you guys while you were gone...”

The boys frowned at each other. 

“...but just making it made me feel better.”

You heard Katsuki sigh in relief as Eijiro gently headbutted you. 

“We have been working a lot lately...” he said quietly. 

“So we’ll change that,” Katsuki said roughly. “Our omega comes before anything. If you aren’t happy, what’s the point?”

You couldn’t help the wide smile on your face as you tugged them both down for a kiss, one by one. You spent the rest of the evening cuddled up in your nest, falling asleep on top of your boys, happy to finally, finally be getting the quality time you had been missing so much lately.

[ptergwen]

If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

just saying hi

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

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it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

[iheartcake123]

☁️stay - seo moon-jo☁️

a/n: sorry it took so long to update lmao but here’s part 4!! i really struggle with the warnings as i feel like since it’s a strangers from hell fic that anyone who reads it knows what can potentially be in it but still idk why i struggle w what to include in the warnings section so advice of what more could be added is welcome :)

warnings: threats, stalking

Masterlist

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 5 , Part 6

Part 4

-3rd person p.o.v-

as the days passed y/n felt herself becoming more relaxed, especially with having seok-yun around. she and him were close and most evenings they’d go out to eat instead of staying at the residence to eat.

“actually, i wanted to ask you something” seok-yun nervously laughed rubbing the back of his neck.

“sure, what is it?” y/n took a sip of her drink and listened intently.

“i know that we haven’t known each other for long but i like you a lot and was wondering if maybe you’d want to go on a date with me? like a proper date and not just to this chicken shop” seok-yun then asked and she immediately nodded.

“that would be great, honestly. i like you too” she smiled and seok-yun sighed in relief.

“that’s a relief, i was worried that maybe you’d say no” he then said.

“never, i like you too much” she grinned in response.

after they got done eating, y/n and seok-yun walked home together.

he even held her hand as they walked towards their residence.

“you know? even though i hate staying at that place, you being there makes it better” y/n smiled while looking at seok-yun who nodded in agreement.

“you should also come watch me rap on the weekend, it’s not the best but i manage to get the girls that way” seok-yun then said and y/n let out a small laugh.

“of course” she hummed suddenly feeling nervous.

they were approaching their residence.

no matter what even if she enjoyed it more, she still felt nerves erupt whenever she had to go back to her room.

“what’s wrong? you’re suddenly quiet and i can feel your hand getting sweaty” seok-yun asked.

“it’s just, i get nervous in this place still. even though it’s better than before i can’t help it” she gulped.

“ah y/n there’s nothing to worry about…you have me here right? if you need anything then i’m just across the hall” seok-yun tried to make her feel better but the pit inside her stomach grew.

“thank you” she turned to face him while still holding his hand “really. thank you”

y/n then leaned in and pecked his cheek. immediately, he held his hand to his cheek.

“what was that for?” he smiled.

“just because” she brightly said turning on her heel “now let’s go inside”

when y/n turned around to walk into the building, she froze.

stood with a bag in hand was moon-jo. and evil look on his face before his lips turned upwards.

“y/n and the new neighbour…you two must be close” he said looking between the two.

immediately y/n retracted her hand from seok-yun.

“n-no. we’re just good friends” she managed to say and moon-jo nodded in response.

“right, friends” he then said with a smirk before walking inside.

when he was finally out of sight seok-yun turned to y/n.

“just friends? but, we are going to go on a date!” he complained and y/n sighed.

“i know but i don’t want them to find out yet, you never know what they can say or do” she explained and he nodded.

“okay, let’s head in and go to bed…it’s pretty late” seok-yun suggested and y/n followed.

that night, y/n couldn’t sleep. she kept tossing and turning in bed.

“let me clean up my room a bit” she whispered picking up her tights from the table and folding them nicely.

after some debate she headed to use the bathroom, it would do her no good holding it in.

as she walked back to her room she noticed the pervert from the first day, he looked like he had just come out of her room with something in his hand.

she knew that she needed proof so she pulled her phone out and just before she was able to take a picture miss.eom called her name.

“y/n! young lady why are you still awake” her voice loudly said and y/n winced turning to the older women.

“ah miss.eom why did you have to- ah just why” she complained and when she turned to look at the pervert outside her room again, he was gone.

“what?” miss.eom’ face dropped slightly.

“you ruined it, god why” y/n placed a hand on her forehead before looking back at miss.eom with an annoyed look.

“what going on?” seok-yun walked into the hallway and y/n explained the situation.

“i swear he had something of mine in his hand, that bastard went into my room! i would’ve had proof but miss.eom ruined it” y/n complained to seok-yun.

“what, are you sure he was in your room?” miss.eom suddenly asked in a low voice.

she had never been like that before.

“huh?” y/n raised an eyebrow only to be yelled at.

“TELL ME! you’re 100% sure he has something of yours from his room?” miss.eom sternly looked at y/n.

“yes…he had something” y/n gulped and miss.eom walked up to nam-bok’ room.

as soon as he swung open the door, miss.eom raised her hand and slapped him across his face.

“stop messing about with y/n! youre scaring her with your weird antics!” miss.eom scolded him harshly but he just let out a smile.

“you’re going overboard, don’t you think?” he let out an amused laugh which brought y/n over the edge.

“you’re so smug right? miss.eom check his room! you’ll find one of my items in there” y/n told miss.eom who called over deuk-jong.

but after examining the room, there was nothing.

he supposedly hadn’t taken anything of hers.

“see? i didn’t go into your room” nam-bok smirked and y/n pushed him and deuk-jong out of the way.

she entered the perverts room and began to search through his items to find whatever he had of hers. after looking through draws and under his mattress y/n still didn’t find anything.

the only explanation would have to be he was hiding it on his body.

“he’s hiding it, in his shorts!” she accused and seok-yun finally stepped in.

“y/n, maybe he really doesn’t have anything” seok-yun then said but y/n continued to yell.

“it’s in his shorts! show me!” y/n yelled at nam-bok.

“what do you think i am? im not a pushover” nam-bok then glared at y/n.

this angered her even further and before she knew it her hand had grabbed a pair of scissors off of his desk. she raised the scissors to his neck before threatening him while seok-yun tried to stop her.

“wow pretty girl, you’re just as crazy as everyone else” miss.eom laughed as nam-bok dropped his shorts but of course there was nothing of y/n’ there.

everyone who was there except for seok-yun began to laugh as y/n in defeat placed down the scissors. she then turned to seok-yun with teary eyes.

“but he had something of mine” she held back the tears while seok-yun nodded placing his arm around y/n.

“let’s go back to your room, okay?” he then said gently pulling y/n along past the other laughing residents.

as he helped her to her room, y/n noticed moon-jo watching everyone as his eyes followed her to her room. y/n immediately forgot about what had just happened as she locked eyes with moon-jo. he examined her expression before glaring at the still laughing group by nam-bok’ door.

finally, with y/n back in her room seok-yun did his best to comfort her but he wasn’t very good at it. he let y/n rest her head on his shoulder and he awkwardly patted her head. y/n however was thankful that he was at least trying.

“he really had something of mine…i just know it” y/n sighed and seok-yun just nodded.

he didn’t know what to say.

“you can go back to your room now if you want” y/n lifted her head and gestured towards the door.

“oh, are you sure? i can stay with you for some more time if you want” he said but y/n shook her head in response.

“no, you should get some sleep..i’ll see you in the morning” y/n smiled and wrapped seok-yun in a hug before letting him leave.

she immediately made sure to lock her door and as she laid in bed that evening she couldn’t find peace.

nam-bok had definitely taken something of hers but she just didn’t know what.

the next day, y/n found herself barely able to stay awake at work.

she forced herself to stay awake and the second the clock turned seven she immediately logged in that her shift was over before making her way out back to the residence.

although, she hated it there. it was the only place where she could get some sleep. and that’s what she desperately needed.

on her walk home, she walked as fast as she possibly could. it was dark already and it was at times like these that she regretted not being able to drive. during her time walking through the quiet streets, she felt as if someone had been following her.

she wasn’t a hundred percent sure but when she then heard footsteps, it confirmed her worries. as a reflex, she reached into her bag as casually as possible and pulled out her phone to call someone but when she tried both her sister and seok-yun, they didn’t answer.

with a nervous gulp she put her phone back into her bag before pulling out her pepper spray. just for extra precaution. she didn’t intend to use it unless she had to.

after picking up her pace, she could hear the footsteps doing the same and it was when she finally made the decision to run when an arm reached to grab her. in an instant she turned and sprayed the pepper spray on the creep following her. the man groaned loudly, cursing as he held his head in pain.

y/n ran as fast as she could towards the residence, she didn’t want the man to catch up with her. as she continued to run, she made sure to turn keep turning around to check if he was still trying to follow her and when she wasn’t looking she was stopped in her tracks when she collided with someone’s body.

moon-jo.

he was wearing a black suit and looked at y/n with a smile, which then turned to a serious face after examining her panicked state.

“are you okay?” he questioned and y/n shook her head.

even though she found him to be creepy, moon-jo was definitely better than the random creep who tried to kidnap her.

“some guy, he followed me and tried-” she panted and immediately moon-jo’ expression turned dark as he looked into the distance noticing the figure disappear.

“don’t worry, come inside” he then grabbed her hand and gently pulled her along into the residence.

usually, y/n would’ve pulled her hand away but she was still in a panic as she was lead into the tacky building.

surprisingly, moon-jo was gentle with her and after getting her inside he sat her down in the kitchen and gave her a glass of water. of course, y/n didn’t drink it. she was still shaken up.

“drink up” moon-jo urged as he got down to y/n’s level, placing a hand on the side of her face.

she flinched slightly at the sudden touch and gently nodded her head before bringing the glass up to her lips.

the water definitely made her feel slightly better but she couldn’t help but appreciate moon-jo’ hand on her cheek. while it took her off guard, she felt herself soon melt into his touch. she didn’t know what it was about him but she could feel herself falling under his unusual charm.

this feeling was different to what she felt for seok-yun. but it was something she would never admit.

“how are you feeling now?” moon-jo raised an eyebrow and y/n suddenly snapped out of her thoughts.

her eyes met with his and she nodded letting out a small smile.

“better, thank you” she kept her answer short before averting her eyes to the floor.

“hmm” he hummed placing his other hand on her leg “make sure to drink up”

she nodded once more before continuing to take sips from the glass of water. moon-jo watched y/n to make sure she drank everything and once she was done he let out a satisfied grin.

“great” he whispered into her ear with a smile.

just as y/n was about to say something to him, seok-yun walked into the kitchen. a confused look on his face.

“oh what’s going on?” he questioned and y/n immediately pushed moon-jo’ hands away from her.

in response moon-jo stood up and walked towards the kitchens exit.

“nothing” he answered seok-yun before turning back to y/n “take care y/n”

as soon those words left his mouth he walked out the kitchen casually as seok-yun watched him walk back in the direction of his room.

“wow he’s really weird” seok-yun commented before grabbing a snack and taking the seat across from y/n

she nodded in agreement and seok-yun proceeded to open his snack and eat it while talking about his day.

y/n did her best to listen but all she could think about was her interaction with moon-jo earlier.

why did she suddenly feel so drawn to him?