#but i think once he starts getting them she realizes how serious he is about it and accepts it

[dakotalun]

What Now? | Eddie Munson

pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: You just got broken up with and you can only think of one place to go.

warnings: none, just some fluffy Eddie moments :)

word count: 1k

a/n: Shit it's been a while. Anyways back to it!

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

Everything was going okay recently, not many nightmares and the ones I did have weren’t too bad. Until…

“What?” The confusion is evident on my face and in my voice.

“I just don’t think we’ll work out. I’m sorry,” Jamie’s head is down and their eyes are looking everywhere but at me.

“What did I do?”

“Nothing! Nothing at all, it’s me.”

I scoff, “Pfft. Okay sure,” I roll my eyes at their words, “Like every other time people say that line.”

“I’m being serious, love. I love you, I really do but there’s shit that I need to figure out-”

“Then we figure it out together! That’s what it means to be in a committed relationship!”

“I just- I feel like having a partner right now is not helping,” Their voice is distant and soft now.

“I get it. I’m too much, too clingy, too needy, too…everything,” The words sting my throat and tongue as they leave but it’s the truth, it’s what they all mean when they break it off with me.

“Not at all! You’re perfect, in every way, shape, and form. Seriously, it's me. I’m going through shit that I feel like would break us if I kept lying about it to you.”

“So this has been going on for a while?” I see their face change for a second then go back to sadness.

“Yeah, it has. But I thought it was nothing-”

“How long?”

“What?” Now it’s their turn to be confused.

“How long have you known and been going through this?” My face is steel and I show no emotion.

“Since Lolla.”

Lollapalooza was in August, it’s November. They’ve known this and not said anything for 3 months! Lying to me about everything for so long and I had no idea. I don’t even know how to feel right now. I begin to grab my bag and stuff my shit in it before getting up off their bed.

"Y/N," They reach for my hand to stop me from leaving.

I pull away before they can touch me, "Don't. I- I need space," I leave their room and head for the front door, looking back at the fuzzy orange cat lying on the back of the chair as he always does for the last time. 

"Bye Cheerio," I twist the knob and walk out of the apartment I had felt so welcome in before. 

I can hear the thunder once in the elevator, realizing that I can't return home because I promised Robin the apartment, assuming I'd be with Jamie all night. I try to think of who else I could stay with tonight.

Chrissy maybe? No, she’s at Jason’s place for the weekend. Oh, Nancy should be free right? I reach for my phone to text Nancy but see a Google Calendar notification on the screen.

Nancy Double Date with Johnathan and Roomie! Damn, I guess she’s out too. Maybe Robin would understand me coming home tonight, if I told them what happened? 

As I think about what to do and where to go, rain starts to pour down, soaking through the loose shirt I had put on. 

Why does this keep happening to me? How do I always end up in the rain with no place to go? I think back to last summer when Kris, Sophia, and I got into it and my brother’s friend had to come rescue me from myself and the rain. I laugh at the thought that this is just going to be my normal from now on.

As I walk, my feet autonomously begin to head to the only other person whom I trust and who might be able to help. I don’t even realize where I’m going until I’m standing in front of the building, not under the protection of the awning even though it’s only 3 feet in front of me.

I take a deep breath before stepping forward and deciding this really is the only option I have left. I’m thankful for the covering once I’m actually under it. I dial apartment 203 and wait for the voice of my best friend to spread through the old speaker.

"Hello?" His voice is low and gravelly; he must have just woken up.

"Eddie, It’s Y/N. Can I come up? I-" I sniffle and before I can continue I hear the lock moving and the door unlock so I can enter. I didn’t even realize I had been crying until then.

I quickly open the door and make my way through the small maze to get to his place on the second floor. I can feel my wet socks and the weight of my bag has risen tremendously since I left Jamie’s. I'm gonna need to check and make sure my computer is okay once I get inside his place.

Soon I reach his door and he's standing there against the frame, in a tshirt and sweats, his signature look. The expression on his face is one of concern and fear. Something I’m all too familiar with.

"Hey," My voice is weak and not at all how he normally hears it. I’ve never cried in front of him and we’ve been friends for over a year now, strange.

"Shit, Y/N you're soaked! Get the fuck in here," He moves out the way and closes the door behind me as I walk into his living room, making sure to take off my shoes before going onto the carpet.

He comes back with a towel and wraps it around me after taking my bag and setting it at my feet. I mumble a thank you before taking a seat at the edge of his couch, completely on the other side from where he normally sits.

To my surprise he sits next to me and rubs my back, comforting me and drying me at the same time. We sit there in silence for a few minutes. I'm tired and not in the mood to fully explain what happened yet, so neither of us speak until I realize I should probably tell him why I came to his place so late and without warning.

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[yinyuedijun]

so like… when tokyo vice suo got tatted up like that he had to be sore right and if he was sore he was resting right and if he was resting tokyo vice reader was taking good care of him… right?

omg anon you are SO BIG BRAINED YES SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN and now I'm so mad that I've never gotten a tattoo because I do NOT know what tattoo aftercare entails let alone aftercare for something as extensive as irezumi AAAAHHHHH

[aajxs]

THE UNNOTICEABLE HAJIME IWAIZUMI

🏐 : ̗̀➛ hajime iwaizumi doesn't expect much when it comes to girls, but he thinks he might've finally found one thats out of his best friends reach.

CONTENTS // fluff / light angst / jealous iwa / i switch between iwa, hajime, and iwaizumi a lot so i hope that doesn't bother anybody / some cursing?? idk this is mostly fluff // 1.3k

PAIRINGS // hajime iwaizumi x fem!reader

A/N // I watched the haikyuu movie yesterday and it was so good icl... I wanna write for kuroo now he's so sexy. i tried out a different header theme for this one and I honestly like it more than the other one idrk. anyways enjoy this little drabble 🩷.

// MASTERLIST .

HAJIME IWAIZUMI has always been the less noticeable friend.

It's not like he doesn't get attention. He gets plenty of that. But when it comes to girls, or anything in the dating category at all, most of them flock to Tooru.

He doesn't resent his best friend for his popularity, Hajime just wishes girls didn't come up to him to get closer to his friend.

Him and Tooru are grabbing fast food after practice and a girl approaches him as he sits at the table he chose for him and his teammate. Tooru is in line, probably flirting with the girl across the counter as he orders for him and his best friend.

Iwaizumi feels a little pathetic for hoping that she's going to ask about him. That maybe, just maybe, he might be getting a chance for once. He gets his hopes up, only to be completely shut down when she asks for Tooru's number. He thinks she might notice the light in his face dim, but she doesn't acknowledge it.

"You'll have to ask him. Not sure if he wants me giving out his number to randoms." He says as he turns his attention away from her, a lousy attempt to hide his annoyance.

She nods understandingly, "W-well, thanks anyway." She stammers a bit, her voice small and nervous.

He stops assuming so much when girls approach him after that, always prepared to slide his friends socials and move on with his day.

So, when you approach him, obviously a bit hesitant as you clutch your sides and stare at him nervously, he doesn't even let you speak before he starts spouting his friends socials.

"Huh?" You ask a bit cluelessly, and Iwaizumi looks over at you.

"You're here to ask about Oikawa, right?" He says, staring down at you. He's obviously confused, a thick brow raised as he eyes you.

"N-no..? I wanted to talk to you." You reluctantly say, and he tenses up. You don't even spare a glance at Oikawa, who's entertaining a few girls a few meters away.

"Me..?" He asks, surprised.

"You." You respond, dead serious.

The puny sparks of your attempt at conversation light a wildfire in Hajime's weak heart. The small talk you try to make forms into real, genuine talking.

Although, even when you ask for his number, he can't help but think you might be trying to get close to him just to get with Tooru as he types in his number.

He doesn't tell you that he thinks you're playing him. And even if you were, you would've already had him beat because it's barely been two weeks of talking and he's already wrapped around your finger.

Hajimes lack of need for attention wasn't something you acknowledged at first. You thought it was natural because not only was this his first time talking to a girl, but it's your first time being the one approaching. You don't know what guys like unless they tell you, so you just do what you think is right.

And then you came to the subtle realization that maybe he's not desperate because he doesn't expect much from you. Is he toying with you? Was the first question you asked yourself.

On the other hand, Hajime doesn't expect much because he thinks he knows how this goes (he doesn't).

Hajime respects Tooru. And usually, he wouldn't add a but to that, but... he is willing to go to any lengths possible to keep you as far away from him as he physically can.

He knows how his friend gets with crushes. He'll either do everything in his power to completely embarrass Hajime, or he'll flirt with the girl and make her realize that maybe she doesn't like him as much as she thought.

That's his version of a loyalty test. Take the girl he likes around his best friend and observe her reactions to everything he does. So, that's exactly what he does with you.

Hajime had no idea that you've already met Tooru many times before. You light up when you see him, and Iwa can already feel his heart shattering into a thousand pieces. And then, to put the cherry on top, you go in for a hug. You're even on first name basis, no honorifics or anything. He might aswell lay in his coffin early, because watching you hug Oikawa is the closest to dying he's ever been.

You look over at Iwaizumi to see him glaring daggers at the two of you, a green eyed monster taking over his body as he scowls. Your smile drops, and you wonder what he looks so mad for.

"Are you alright, Iwa?" You ask obliviously, tilting your head and taking a step towards him. His eyes land on you, and they soften ever so slightly.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." He responds, blinking softly.

And for the rest of the day, all you do is worry about him. The pain on his face and the damp look in his eyes whenever he looks at you interacting with Tooru.

When the two of you go back to his place that afternoon, he asks to talk.

Iwa starts, "Is there something wrong with me?" He asks. You're taken aback, but you can tell he's serious by the look in his eyes. He looks hurt.

"Why would there be something wrong with you?" You ask, reaching over to grab the hand at his side.

"I just-" His voice cracks, and you want to fall to your knees right then and there. Hajime is about to cry and you don't know what to do.

The lump in his throat grows bigger the longer he stares at you. "Why didn't you tell me you already knew Oikawa?" He asks, blinking back the tears that threaten to spill like water from a faucet. He didn't exactly mean to ask that, but he thinks it's much better than 'I thought that maybe for once someone might like me, but as always they go to Tooru.'

"What do you mean? I thought you knew?" You ask, oblivious to the thoughts running rampant through his mind. Your grip on his hand tightens when a tear breaks past the defenses he's put up. You want to ask what you did wrong. You want to ask why he's crying. But the lump in your throat from watching his sadness grow and grow is unbearable, keeping you from asking for some much needed clarification.

"Knew what?" He asks, unable to think of anything rational or any kind of explanation for this other than you're interested in Oikawa.

"Me and Tooru grew up together- He's my cousin." You say, eyeing him confusedly and sadly.

Iwaizumi pauses. A wave of embarrassment washes over him. He was getting jealous over your cousin this entire time?

The night you met Hajime, Tooru invited you, his cousin, to get drinks. He must've forgotten to clear this information with Hajime because now he's standing in front of you, his deep eyes wide and filled with tears of anger.

"What? Did I do something? Are you okay?" You begin asking questions profusely, and Hajime just stares at you.

And then he begins laughing.

You're confused at his sudden change in emotion, the humorous chuckles leaving his mouth catching you completely off guard. "Hajime, what's going on?" You ask as he brings you into a relieved hug.

"For a second there I really thought you and Oikawa had something going on." He responds as he places his head on top of yours comfortably.

You audibly gag. "Are you serious?! This entire time I thought you knew I was his cousin!" You say into his chest. He tightens the hug, a deep laugh leaving his lips.

"Man, this is so fuckin' embarrassing." He laughs, and you can't help but join in.

"Like I'd ever choose his annoying ass over you anyways."

And suddenly, the unnoticeable Hajime Iwaizumi feels seen for the first time in forever.

© AAJXS

[romaniacs]

▌ㅤNATASHA ROMANOFF — YOUR JEALOUS GIRLFRIEND

( read more ) synopsis — the only hard part about being natasha's girlfriend is keeping it so on the down low that men like steve take forever to give up on you. warnings — female reader x natasha romanoff, flirty steve rogers, a little bit suggestive, fluff.

"hey there" steve's cocky voice echoes inside the quinjet as he leans against the metal wall. "i was thinking… we should go out for once. to a club. not sure you'd like that, romanoff, but yeah" the way natasha's eyes lift up to watch him as he waits for an answer from you makes you smile to yourself.

"we're good" the redhead says.

you're not so sure she is, given how she sounds. "i don't know, i've been tired. think i'll go back to my room soon anyway" you say, trying to escape him.

but he's too full of himself to take a hint. "nah, your room isn't going anywhere… i'm sure we can find something fun to do together. your life has been too serious lately, hasn't it?"

natasha nearly gags beside you. his tone… his look. his blind confidence. fun? wait until he finds out how much fun you have with your romanoff after midnight.

steve reaches for your glass of wine and takes a sip; natasha squirms in her seat, clearly uncomfortable, watching as his eyes stay locked on yours while he swallows.

"no, steve, i do have fun" you mumble.

"please, be honest" he persists, placing the glass back next to you. "when was the last time you took a break?" he steps closer, his voice lowering. "when was the last time you went on a date? you're always so busy. and now you're gonna rest again, this early? that's kinda grandma of you."

you can almost feel the heat radiating off natasha's body.

"she just works hard, dumbass. and, thankfully, you're never around when she loosens up, because trust me, she knows how to have fun" natasha cuts him off sharply.

steve's eyes narrow as her words hit him, caught off guard but not as intimidated as he should be. "oh, really?" he says, his tone cooling slightly, though his ego is a little bit bruised. "and how would you know about her loosening up, nat? aren't you ever buried under paperwork?"

"let's just say i know a thing or two about unwinding. just be happy the walls are thick, rogers" she replies with a playful yet menacing smile; her face is smooth and lovely, but there's an undertone of danger that makes your chest flutter in the nicest way possible. "we should go, hm?" she tells you, and you nod quietly.

"yeah, it's getting late" you say. and your night's about to get good, steve finally understands.

his eyes widen as the realization sinks in, glancing between the two of you, struggling to keep his face neutral but failing as it flushes with embarrassment. "shit, you two… you're…" he stutters, unable to find the right words, and natasha waits patiently for them, but he can't bring himself to utter them out. "nevermind. go, have a good time!" he starts walking out, now not only shocked but also slightly fearful for his life.

[sant-riley]

[Random Task force 141 × gen z! member headcanons]

A/N: Reader goes by the codename Teddy in my writing! Along with she/her pronouns :) I am also extremely biased with Ghost so her main pairing is more towards with him compared to the others <3. I know absolutely nothing about the military so this is not accurate I am so sorry💀.

CWs: Dark Humor, Age gaps, Simping, crude humor, cursing. (not sure what else but lmk!)

Chances are, you're the youngest in the entirety of Task Force 141. Just a good couple of years younger than Gaz.

When Laswell brought her in to meet the group, they couldn't help but stare at her in confusion. A tiny girl who couldn't have been older than any of them. Soap couldn't help but chuckle while Ghost nudged him in the side to shut him up.

"This is your new rookie on the team, her callsign is Teddy. Treat her well."

All the men nodded, watching the younger woman shyly smile and wave towards them.

First they realized that her humor was, in Ghost's words, fucked.

Any minor inconvenience had her saying she wanted to be hit by a car or some type of bodily harm, Price quickly whirling around with eyes widened. "Now, I don't think that warranted that kind of response, don't you think?" "Oh it definitely did, Captain." And she'd walk away without another word.

He swears he gets gray hairs from everytime you make casual talk of you dying. He actively tells the others to check on you bc he genuinely don't know if you're serious or not.

Ghost is not up to date with shit, man uses no social medias oncesoever so everything she spouts is wildly out of pocket. References to basic things like tiktok, Twitter, Instagram? He just silently stares at you like you're on drugs. You can't really use your personal phone on base but you try your best to explain memes to him. He sighs and rubs his forehead with a groan of "I'm too old for this shit, teds." "Oh come on! You have to at LEAST know the meme about the marines eating crayons!" "What the fuck are you on about?

The only ones who know vaguely what the fuck you're on about sometimes are Gaz and Soap, despite them still being a few years older.

Granted, they are not caught up with everything but they actively make it a point on leave to try and be up to date bc of you and your mannerisms. Plus it makes you happy when they fire back a quote they learned.

Can yall imagine Soap on tiktok, what random shit he'd have on his fyp bc he doesn't know how the algorithm works 😭.

Teddy has made every single one of them a personal playlist when she does have her phone, Soap once caught her adding songs and hasn't stopped teasing her since. Price and Ghost pretend not to care and barks at Soap to leave her alone but they're equally curious. Ghost contemplates stealing her phone to see it.

Doesn't matter how serious or dark their job may be, you simp for fictional characters, loudly. Price has learned to tune it out, Ghost although slightly jealous, finds it endearing, Gaz and Soap indulge you and will actively ask about why you like the characters you do and how much you love them bc they like to see you excited. It's a nice feeling when they're always in life or death missions.

You're the smallest one in here okay, everyone can easily throw you without batting an eye so they all take turns training you! They all despite knowing you can take care of yourself, would still like to teach you all they know so should you come against a taller/stronger opponent, you'll be okay.

You are the most protected person in the entire squad, esp when going out for drinks, Ghost will put you in the middle between him and Price and basically make a wall of muscle around you. He says he doesn't care and that he just doesn't want to be pestered by creepy people coming up to you but he will literally stare down any man or woman who even tries. He is the creepy one in everyone else's scenario. Soap just laughs and tosses back his drink.

They all notice your ticks and tells, seeing your leg start to shake when you're anxious, when you start cracking your fingers when you're restless, how you will avoid eye contact at any cost. They start to find ways to soothe you in their own ways. Price will give you a pat on your shoulder, sending you a smile.

Gaz nudges you with his body to take your attention off the situation, or he'll simply start asking you random dumbass questions just to see your face change.

Soap will, if he has gotten permission before, just pick you up and throw you over his shoulder, running around with you while you scream for him to let you go. Is also not against tickling you straight up to get you to smile.

Ghost tried to be as subtle as he can be. If yall are sitting close to each other, he'll make sure some part of his body is gently pressed against yours. Whether it be his foot, thigh, hand, some part of him will ground you. You try and reassure him that you know he doesn't care for personal touch but he just says to shut up.

Meeting Graves was a trip, for everyone involved besides you and Grave. Absolutely having no control over calling him a irl Fix it Felix. You were on Graves shitlist and honestly you wouldn't be surprised he betrayed yall for that one comment bc of how angry it made him.

Constantly being told to be quiet, but you cannot help it and will make little quips over comms. Ghost takes after you and starts to say horrible "dad" jokes that make you choke trying to hold back. Soap hates both of you and calls you unfunny.

They realize you're impulsive, especially when you show the amount of tattoos you have.

"I joined the military to fund my tattoo addiction." "You know what? That's not even a surprise."

Going home on leave is always a bitter experience, you never look excited to go home. So one of the guys (usually ghost) will offer you to come with them. It helps 3/4 all live somewhere in England so it's easy to see them/ take trips to their place.

They're all attached despite knowing better. They can't help it and they know they care for you so much more than other force members.

Ghost and Soap bristle when Alejandro makes a mention that he'd offer you a spot in his team, impressed with how you can take opponents twice your size.

"¿Te interesaría quedarte en México?"

"The Hell she will."

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[c-o-t-o]

Don't Make A Mess

Author: c-o-t-o

Character: Denji x fem reader

CW: 18+ only, sexual content/smut, character aged up, explicit language, sexual frustration, begging

Misc: ~3.3k words. Requested by anon (quiet sex because others are around, Denji begging to cum inside you, additional request sent for it to be x fem reader).

About: You and Denji can't stop flirting at work and find yourselves hiding in Makima's office closet. While you're in there, Denji can't keep his hands to himself.

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Walking down the hallway with his hands in his pockets, Denji walks into you, quietly laughing. The two of you have been extra flirty today. Even though you're at work, you're both in such a lighthearted mood you can't seem to help yourselves. Bumping into each other and giggling, poking and prodding when your backs are turned, and stealing glances until one of you blushes and looks away.

Everyone has either been groaning at your public displays of affection, or silently thinking to themselves how cute it is… but neither of you take notice of anyone or anything else around in the midst of your flirting. 

Makima called you both to her office to place you on an assignment together, since you've been partners lately. Before walking into her office, you and Denji try to stifle your laughter and walk in as seriously as you can without cracking a smile.

But once you enter, however, you find that Makima isn't there. Maybe she stepped out? Maybe she hasn't gotten there yet and the two of you are early. 

You walk over to Makima's desk and hop on top of it, sitting at the edge.

“Hey, you can't just sit on her desk, I don't think Makima would like that." Denji suddenly says a bit more seriously. Swinging your legs, you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it then?" You smirk. A grin forms in the corner of Denji's mouth as he tries to sternly walk up to you, slamming his hands onto the desk on both sides of you. Grinning, he leans forward over you slightly, causing you to lean back a little. 

“Well, I could just tell her when she gets in…” Denji smiles to himself and then chuckles under his breath when he gets an idea. “But if you can find a way to silence me, I guess I won't be able to tell her." Denji smiles coyly at you. 

You feel your face blush when you realize what he's asking for. You and Denji have kissed a few times already, sure. But they were always quick ones since both of you always ended up being too bashful to really go in for a real kiss yet. That, and you've never really had enough privacy to really go at it.

Denji places his hand in the small of your back, eyes narrowing as his face suddenly becomes serious, looking down at your lips lustfully. You've never seen Denji look at you like this so closely before, and it made your heart race. Maybe it was the constant flirting today, or maybe it was seeing him in uniform that really did it for you, but you can't seem to control your urges today, either. 

Denji gently pulls your body towards him, slowly leaning in towards you, waiting for you to close the very small gap that he's left between your panting lips. Instinctively running your fingers through his hair to grab his head, you pull yourself forward the rest of the way and kiss him deeply. Almost immediately do you feel Denji start breathing harder and more haphazardly, kissing you back deeper than he ever has. His kisses come quickly as if he can't get enough of them, grabbing your face now as well to be able to pull you even the tiniest bit closer to him. 

You momentarily break, foreheads against each other's, panting. Your heart is still racing… you've been waiting for so long now to really kiss Denji like that. You've been fantasizing about a lot more than that, to be honest, but this kiss was an incredible start. It was much more passionate than you expected from him.

You look down and notice that subconsciously, you've wrapped your legs around Denji's waist as you remain seated on the desk. Following your gaze, Denji sees that you've wrapped yourself around him, and he presses himself against you. You feel his bulge, but your thoughts are quickly redirected to him now dragging his finger down your cheek… along your jaw to your chin, still panting closely against your lips.

“Do you wanna finish this back home?” Denji leans forward to whisper into your ear, his hot breath making you cringe with pleasure. His cheek rubs against yours like animals nuzzling each other.

“We can't just leave though…” you think out loud. "Makima hasn't seen us yet, but literally everyone else has. They'll tell her we just left-”

"I can't, I…" Denji starts squirming. “I need you. Right now." Denji whines through gritted teeth. He's been rubbing against you this whole time, growing harder and harder. “I have to do something about this." He grabs your hand and puts it over his crotch. It startles you for him to suddenly do that so forwardly, but you quickly understand why. He is as hard as a fucking rock. Your face reddens as you look back up at him, pulling your hand away.

“But Denji, we haven't… I mean, isn't this kind of fast?” You say that, even though it's not really how you feel. You were just thinking to yourself how you've been fantasizing about doing this exact kind of thing with Denji. Although, you did expect the setting to be a little different.

“You don't want to?" Denji asks somewhat surprised and disappointed, almost pouting at you. He lets up a little bit on grinding against you in response.

“No, I do, but…” you blush as you realize you've just admitted it out loud. At this point there's no reason to really be bashful anymore. "I just thought it would have happened a little differently than this. A little more… romantic I guess?”

Denji looks somewhat disappointed and admits that he had hoped for the same thing and apologizes.

"I kind of had something planned that was nicer than this, but…” he sighs. "It's kind of hard when we're never alone. At home you share a room with Power and Aki is always there. Otherwise we're always here. I just thought maybe since everyone's at work right now, nobody would be home.”

You lift Denji's face to kiss him and smile.

“I just can't say no to you, Denji." You chuckle. You were head over heels for him, so it's true that you didn't want to ever say no to him. You had no reason to say no to anything, especially since you really did want to go all the way with him.

You both start kissing heavily with Denji grinding against you again, until you hear footsteps and muffled voices slowly approaching the office.

With your legs still wrapped around him, Denji lifts you off the desk and carries you into the closet in Makima's office.

“Why are we hiding in here??“ you shout with a whispered voice. Denji tilts his head at you as if the answer should be obvious. He takes your hand and once again places it over his crotch, where you feel how incredibly hard he is. It's true, there's no way he would be able to face Makima with a freaking tent in his pants.

Makima enters her office with Aki, the two of them chatting quietly and sitting by her desk. You hear her say that she thought you would both be waiting for her, but maybe you didn't come yet.

You realize now that your hand is still on Denji's crotch and he's been rubbing up against it. You feel wetness start to pool between your legs at the prospect of hiding in a closet with an extremely horny and hard Denji.

While you try to peek out of the slots of the closet doors, Denji's body presses up against you from behind, grinding up against you. He kisses the nape of your neck, delicately nilbbling on it with his sharp teeth. You breathe in sharply and turn around to continue kissing him. At one point Denji breaks away to put a finger up to his mouth, indicating you both need to be quiet. You nod quickly, and get back to kissing him. 

Both of your hands have been roaming around each other's bodies, feeling and grabbing at each other. Denji's hand found its way up your shirt, not surprisingly, and has been fondling your breast. You managed to unbutton his pants in the dark and have been stroking Denji's cock as he buried his face into your neck in an attempt to keep quiet. Honestly it all happened so quickly that you can barely recall who started what, but in the heat of the moment you lost yourself to your lust.

You knew you both should have stayed still in the closet, but you felt so intoxicated by the thrill of the situation. Denji starts impatiently thrusting in and out of your hand, turning you on and making him shake impatiently. The lack of air circulation makes you both start sweating and panting more. The feeling of Denji's (surprisingly soft) fingers caressing your breast, fingertips circling around your nipple, makes your head spin. Between that and feeling his cock throbbing in your hand was enough to make you want to have your way with Denji right then and there.

He must have felt the same way, because suddenly, you feel him whispering in your ear from behind.

“I can't take it anymore, I want to be inside you, please…” you feel Denji sighing with frustration on your neck, face down against your skin. Your heart skips a beat hearing him want the same thing as you, but reality begins to set in a little bit. You're still in Makima’s office, her and Aki just across the room. You have a feeling Makima could tell that you two were in there, but she didn't seem to acknowledge the closet or look that way yet. She could come in here at any moment, for any reason.

“Denji, we can't," you say with disappointment. You swallow hard, hearing yourself say something you don't really believe. “Makima could hear us, it's too risky." 

You hear Denji quietly whimper into your neck, and you can feel his body trembling pressed up against yours from behind. He starts kissing your neck pleadingly, working his way up from the nape of your neck to your ear. He nuzzles it with his nose, panting desperately, swallowing hard. He licks the shell of your ear slowly, nibbling on it with his sharp teeth and whispering “please" over and over in an attempt to turn you on more and change your mind.

“Please, I'll do anything, I'll make it up to you. Next time I'll make it super romantic, I just…” Denji holds back a grunt to try and keep quiet. “I'm getting close. I don't wanna make a mess or Makima will know we were in here. Please let me cum inside you, I can't take it anymore." Denji whimpers again. "It's gonna happen soon, please, let me finish inside of you and I'll do whatever you want after this. Please…”

Denji has been helplessly thrusting in and out of your hand this whole time, knees buckling every now and then at the desperation of wanting to fuck you. Just hearing him beg you like this made you so wet that you could feel it seeping through your underwear… your clit swelling at the thought of finally having Denji inside of you.

As soon as you start undoing your pants, Denji showers your neck with kisses, licking and sucking at your exposed shoulder in appreciation. When your underwear falls to your ankles, you feel wetness being dragged down your thigh and leg with it. No sooner than when it hits the ground do you feel Denji lining up to enter you, his engorged head wading in your pool of wetness.

However, taking you by surprise, he pauses.

You feel Denji embrace you with both arms, pulling you into a hug from behind. 

“I'll be careful, but tell me if it hurts." Denji whispers. If it hurts? ‘Why would it hurt?’ you think to yourself. Before you can finish your thought, you feel Denji's hand cover your mouth.

He slides into you, the length of him making you gasp. He must have known that would happen which is why he preemptively covered your mouth. Denji has to bury his face into your neck to muffle his “fuck". You feel him throbbing inside you, pressing against all your sensitive spots just right.

Denji slowly thrusts in and out of you. Slowly, because you're so incredibly wet that him moving in and out makes too much noise. But it's no use, he can't control himself any more and picks up the pace. You can't believe how big Denji is, his cock absolutely filling your insides and hitting further back than you imagined it would. 

Through the slots of the closet door, you suddenly see more Public Safety hunters coming into Makima's office. You're somewhat relieved for the increase in noise because it's masking the squelching of Denji pumping in and out of you relentlessly. Your eyes keep rolling back cause Denji feels so fucking good, but you try your best to focus on what's going on outside. You can hear the other hunters asking where you and Denji are, and Makima say she's been waiting for the two of you.

You are again distracted when you feel your wetness dripping down your thighs. 

“You're so wet," Denji whispers through gritted teeth, trying so, so hard to keep quiet. “You feel so fucking good. Am I hurting you? Is it too deep…” Denji's voice trails off as he pulls out of you, slowly pushing just the head of his cock in and out of your entrance teasingly. "You like that…" Denji purrs while licking your ear. You feel like a faucet with how much wetness is just pouring out of you at this point. You can practically feel your creaminess has gotten on Denji's lower abs, nearly stringing every time he pulls away. 

Denji must be getting close because you can feel how engorged he's become inside of you, his head practically getting stuck halfway each time he pulls out. His grip on your body has gotten tighter, and you can feel his hands shaking in desperation. He's trying so hard to just finish while fighting the urge to make it last longer. 

“Getting… close…” he almost chokes on his words. He pulls your body tight against his chest, pumping in and out of you even faster now to put himself over the edge. 

"Ahh~” Denji accidentally lets a slight moan out. Nobody seems to have heard, but you immediately see Makima's eyes dart to look directly at the closet as she sits at her desk. Unmoving, unchanged, she looks back to the group as they all try to surmise where you two could have possibly gone.

“Cum- cumming…” Denji manages to say between pants, “I'm cumming…” he whispers so quietly into your ear that you barely hear it. 

Makima suddenly stands up and says the two of you must have gone home, and dismisses the Public Safety hunters. They all start walking to leave Makima's office, all passing right in front of the closet door.

Denji nearly slams his hand over your mouth again, and his own with his other hand, as he starts shooting inside of you. You can feel it spurting out of him as he twitches with each spurt. It feels so hot inside you, and so deep. Denji's body nearly convulses as he finishes inside of you, letting out a heavy breath through his nose with each pump, each twitch of his body.

Your heart is beating so loud that you can't help but feel like Makima can somehow hear it. That she's known about you and Denji being there the whole time.

Finally Denji takes a long, deep breath out, signaling the end of his (surprisingly long) orgasm. 

Right away, Denji pulls you into a hug from behind and starts kissing your neck slowly and passionately. His hot breath on your ear makes you pulsate and clench inside, in turn making him throb against your insides. After pulling out slowly and carefully to make sure nothing spills out, Denji leans down to help pull your underwear and pants back up. 

Makima tells Aki he should leave as well and see if we've gone back home. Makima walks him to the door, the both of them passing in front of the closet on their way. Makima then thinks to herself out loud that maybe you two have gotten distracted somewhere in the building and announces that she'll be going to look for you. You can't tell if she's actually saying this to someone outside the door that you can't see, or if she's saying it for you.

Either way, Makima does eventually leave as well.

Office now empty, you and Denji burst out of the closet, nearly tripping over each other. You realize how hot it was in the closet because the office is so much colder in comparison. Denji's face is beet red and glistening from sweat, and you imagine that yours must be as well. 

Trying to quickly fix up your uniforms and straighten yourselves out, you and Denji try to leave the office when Makima pivots and appears in the doorway.

“Oh, it's you two. I almost sent out a search party for you. Do you care to explain?" 

You suddenly feel Denji's cum trickling down inside of you, and in response you clench to keep it from coming out.

“We were late, so…” Denji's eyes dart around the room as he tries to come up with an excuse. “So we ran here! That's why we're so sweaty. Yeah, we ran. Sorry ‘bout being late miss Makima.” 

“Well, you're here now. Come to my desk and I'll fill you in on your assignment.” Makima motions for you two to follow her back to her desk. Standing there while she explains her assignment for you, all you can focus on is keeping Denji's cum inside of you. You can already feel that your underwear and pants are soaked through from being so wet… as long as you didn't take long strides or sit down, nobody would be able to see it. But if all of Denji's cum came out as well… it might eventually show through somewhere. 

After about ten minutes of standing and listening, Makima dismisses you both. You head to one of the cars to drive you and Denji to your destination, and when you get inside and shut the doors, you both sigh heavy and loud with relief.

“I'm gonna be honest, I have no idea what Makima asked us to do," Denji laughs, leaning back in the passenger seat with his hands behind his head. He glances over at you suggestively. “All I could think about is how my cum is still inside you." He smirks devilishly, eyes darkening with mischievous lust. 

“How about we drive somewhere secluded and have a car quickie? That cum inside you would be great lube…” Denji laughs, somewhat jokingly but with an air of seriousness to it.

Your cheeks turn bright red as you look back at him and playfully smack his shoulder.

“But you…” you hesitate, becoming shy for some reason even though you and Denji basically fucked in a room full of people. "You said the next time will be romantic…” 

Denji's face turns red as he also becomes shy for some reason. Without looking at you, he reaches over and takes your hand, his fingers lacing with yours.

“Yeah,” Denji smiles and chuckles. "It will be, I promise.” 

"Why are you laughing?” You turn to Denji to see him holding tissues out to you. You take the tissues and try to discreetly clean yourself up so that people outside don't notice. When you're done, Denji puts his arm around your shoulder, dragging his finger along your cheek. You see his sharp teeth showing through his devious grin.

“Because I promise next time you'll cum with me.”

[ddejavvu]

Thinking about Hotch and/or Spencer with a BAU!reader who faints often and are just used to catching them when it happens despite others being like ??? when it happens. Kinda like when Hotch literally excused himself before passing out in that one episode

i'll do this with hotch too!! i just picked spence this time bc the dialogue came to me <3

--

"-but it's not as hard as you think it is, Reid. Really, you can handle it, and I'll even help you practice before the game, okay?"

"That's not what I'm worried about, Morgan." Spencer only half-lies, feet crossing the threshold into the bullpen, "I'm going with Y/N to a film festival and it starts thirty minutes after the game ends. I won't be able to make it in time."

"We'll get you in and out quick," Morgan pledges, partly honest and partly excited to see Reid on the basketball court, not just hustling from the sidelines, "Come on, please? I'll even throw in-"

"Stop talking." Reid commands, his voice quiet and focused.

"-what? Reid, do you know how many of your rambles I've had to listen to? For once, let me talk."

"No, shut up, I'm serious." Reid's standing at attention like a pointer dog now, staring hard at you, "Stop talking."

Morgan finally realizes it's serious, just in time to watch Spencer bolt for you.

Like clockwork you fall, and Spencer's arms slide beneath your own in time to keep you from hitting the ground. Emily lets out a startled cry, and Hotch rushes over to stand beside you.

“Spencer, are they okay?”

“Yeah,” Spencer nods, holding you up as he settles with his legs crossed. He lowers you to lay in his lap carefully, and when his hands are free, he uses them to tuck your hair away from your face.

“They faint sometimes,” Spencer explains, keeping his hand on your neck to check your pulse point, “It’s an iron issue, they probably just didn’t eat well today. They’ll be okay, they’ll wake up soon.”

There’s a few seconds of tense silence where everyone wants to believe Reid’s promise, but no one really does. Then your chest rises with a hearty inhale, and your eyes flutter open, blowing wide in concern.

“Hey,” Spencer murmurs, face hovering above your panic-stricken one, “You’re okay. You fell, I caught you.”

“I’m gonna go get you a sandwich,” Derek decides, only comfortable leaving now that your eyes have reopened.

"And- and I'll get water!" Garcia rushes to join him, "We'll be back ASAP, sweetness!"

Her heels click on the floor as she speedwalks, and the rhythm helps you orient yourself. You struggle to sit upright, and your head swims as you do, but Spencer lets you lean back against his chest, keeping his arms around your torso so that you don't tip forward.

"Y/L/N, you're excused for the day," Hotch waves his hand, as if clearing your schedule, "Reid, take them back to their apartment. Wait for Morgan and Garcia, they can eat in the car."

"Okay," Spencer agrees, keeping your cheek pressed to his own, "That sound okay, angel? Think you can walk?"

"Yeah," You nod, voice raspy, "Yeah, I can walk. But- will you help?"

"Of course," Spencer croons, and now that everyone has dispersed again to their own tasks, he cranes his neck out to nuzzle his nose against yours.

"I've got you," He promises, pecking your cheek, "You're safe with me, angel."

[celandeline]

Hiiii bestie, can we get an angry Carl x reader, leading to smut

Yes we can!

Make It Up To You

Carl Grimes X Reader (SMUT), oneshot

“What the hell were you thinking?” 

You’ve never seen Carl this mad before. Sure, you’ve seen him get mad - pissed off, sulky, more snappy than usual - but you’ve never seen this. This is something else. This has his eye brimming with rage, and an ugly curl to his lips, like he’s getting ready to spit venom. 

“Anyone would have done the same!” You shoot back, brows furrowed. You don’t really understand why he’s mad at you. Going back into the department store after a bunch of walkers broke in wasn’t the smartest thing you could have done, sure, but you weren’t just going to leave Tara behind. Not when she’s saved your ass before. And you’re fine - a little scratched up from climbing through that broken window, but that's it - no bites, nothing serious. 

“It was stupid, and risky, and you could’ve gotten yourself killed!” Carl spits. 

Now you’re starting to get mad too - you’re tired, you haven’t really even gotten a chance to sit down since you and the rest of your run group got back, and now Carl’s in your face, almost shouting at you. “What happened to ‘we don’t leave anyone behind’?” You shoot back. “You’re saying I should have just left her there?”

“No! I’m just saying, instead of running in by yourself, you could have gone back in with the rest of the group. You know it’s stupid to go anywhere on your own, you could have at least asked someone to watch your back, or draw some of them away or something.” He says. 

“Sorry - there wasn’t a whole lot of time to draw up a plan before she would’ve gotten eaten.” You snark back at him. “And, in case you haven’t noticed,” You gesture down to the rest of yourself. “I’m perfectly fine. I can handle myself.”

“Couldn’t handle asking for backup, apparently.” He says, icy blue gaze boring into you. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” You ask. “It’s fine - I’m fine, Tara’s fine, everyone got back safe. Yes, I could have died, I know, I don’t need you lecturing me about the risks-”

“Maybe you do, ‘cause it seems like you forgot-” He cuts you off. 

“Fuck off.” You spit, turning around to head back to your house. You don’t need this right now - you just got back from risking your ass to get supplies for the town, and yeah, there were a couple really close calls when you went back in to save Tara. All you wanted to do was go home, take a shower, get a fresh change of clothes. But instead, you got an angry Carl Grimes trying to lecture you about shit you already know. You don’t even know why he cares so much - sure, you’re friends, but the way he was so angry-

“Where are you going?”

You roll your eyes at the sound of him following you, and don’t bother to turn around to look at him. “Home.”

He falls into step beside you, still glaring at you from under the rim of his hat. “You can’t just walk away in the middle of a conversation-”

“Didn’t feel like a conversation to me.” You interrupt him. “Felt like you were just shouting at me about how stupid I am.” 

“I didn’t-” He starts. “That’s not- I wasn’t trying to say that you’re dumb-”

“Well, you did. Quite a few times, actually.” You cut him off, heading up the steps to your porch. You turn around to face him once you get to the door. “Look, Carl, I’m really not in the mood to keep doing this right now-”

“I don’t think you’re dumb.” He says, the anger in his voice turning into urgency. “And I’m not trying to say that you’re weak or can’t handle yourself, or that you shouldn’t have gone back to save Tara, but it was risky. Too risky, and it didn’t have to be, and if it had gone bad, I don’t-” His voice cracks, and he stops himself. 

You wait for a moment for him to continue, and when he doesn’t, you roll your eyes. “Careful,” You snark. “It almost sounded like you were going to say something nice about me. If you’re done, I’m gonna go shower-”

His lips are on yours before you can really realize what’s happening, and on instinct you pull away. “Carl.” You say, brow furrowed as you look him in the eye, searching for… something, to explain what the fuck is going on. 

“If you died, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.” He says, lips only an inch away from yours. All the anger in him has turned into pleading, his eyes wide, searching your gaze the same as you search his. 

“So, what, you shout at me the moment I get home?” You ask. 

“I’m sorry.” He says. “Really. I just- I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you. Please.”

-

Most of the time, you find the extravagance of the houses in Alexandria a little annoying. It only serves as a reminder to before, how your mom used to cut out pictures of places like this to scrapbook into her future plans journal. It only serves as a reminder to how much your dad would grumble about ‘rich people shit’ when he got home from the construction site. 

Now though, you find yourself a little grateful for the heated flooring in the ensuite master bathroom, and the spacious glass shower. The glass is almost completely covered with steam from the hot water cascading out of the showerhead, and you can only see the faintest reflection of yourself, back against the tile as Carl fucks you.  

He’s propped up above you, watching you reverently as his hair drips water onto your cheeks. You keep running your hands through the wet strands, trailing your fingernails across the nape of his neck to make him shiver, despite the heat of the shower. 

“Fuck.” He gasps, dropping down to press his chest against yours and tuck his head into the crook of your neck. 

“Mmm.” You return, taking the opportunity to mouth at the side of his neck, gently sinking your teeth into the skin there. He moans again, and his hips stutter against yours, briefly losing his rhythm before regaining it. You trail your lips upward to bite at the lobe of his ear, and grin when he falters again. 

“Stop doing that.” He pants, pulling his head out of the crook of your neck to look down at you again. 

“Why?” You ask, winding your arms around his shoulders to tug him down for a quick kiss. “I can tell you like it-”

“I’m supposed to be the one - mm, fuck - making it up to you, not the other way around.” He says. 

“You already picked - ah - all of the walker guts out of my hair, I think your debt is paid.”

He shakes his head, little droplets of water flying out of his hair. “Not until I make you cum.”

He throws himself back into fucking you with his full focus, burying his head back into the crook of your neck to mouth at your collarbones, panting heavy against your skin. You let your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the ride. It’s good - surprisingly. He’s done this before, you think - Enid, probably - enough times to know what works and what doesn’t, and if he keeps going at the rate he is, he might actually get you to finish without you having to help him along. 

“You’re so pretty.” He says, breathy against your skin. 

You open your eyes again, and run a hand up his spine, causing him to arch into you. “You should’ve just - fuck,” You gasp at a particularly hard thrust. “Told me you liked me.”

“Probably.” He agrees. “Didn’t - mm - want you to say no though.”

“I think it’s pretty obvious I wouldn’t have.” You breathe, winding a hand into his hair again, holding him against you as the coil in your stomach tightens. 

“How was I supposed to, ah, know?” He asks, lifting his head out of your neck.

“Could’ve asked-” You tip your head back against the tile as you feel yourself nearing the edge. “Fuck, Carl-”

He groans, low in the base of his throat, and speeds up his thrusts, snapping his hips against yours. “Please,” He moans. “Please, please-”

You sigh as you cum, and pull him down against you. You’re more relaxed than you’ve ever been as you come down, between the sex and the heat of the shower around you. Carl doesn’t take too long to follow, letting out a few more hiccuping moans before he pulls out, shooting his cum onto the floor of the shower. You watch it get carried away down the drain as you catch your breath. 

Carl plops himself down on the floor of the shower next to you with a satisfied smile. “Good?”

“Very.” You agree, pulling yourself up from where you were sprawled on the floor.

A moment passes between you, the only sound is that of the shower water hitting the tile, and you take a minute to just look at him, taking in just how pretty he is. 

“Sorry again.” He says, breaking the silence. “For yelling at you. And, um, not telling you that I liked you.”

“S’okay.” You say, because it is. “We got there, eventually.”

He laughs a little. “Yeah.”

You grin at him. “We’re going to have to clean off again.”

“That’s alright with me.” He says, returning your smile.

[midnightstar-kpopsmut]

Chapter II, The Electric Sheep

- I should probably start by telling you who this guy is.” Said Jimmy. - His name is Cheongtae, and he is Korean. Handsome, like you, discrete, he owns a high quality hair saloon here in Gangnam.”

- Is Cheongtae your...” started the American.

- You want to ask if he is my friend, how do I know him, why did he told me all of this.” Jimmy was impatient. - But believe me, our relationship doesn’t really matter now. I trust him enough to know that the story is true in every detail. Let me tell it to you exactly how I’ve heard it from him. I will use English, since you don’t know Korean. Some nuances could be lost, please forgive me for my simple language.

This is how, according to Jimmy, Cheongtae recounted his pleasurable encounter with Karina to him.

- I was already a bit stressed when riding in her elevator. You know where she lives now, she moved in those apartments on the north river side, with the private park at the center of the towers... Her manager had texted me a couple of hours before. It was urgent, he said. Karina was supposed to make a comeback in three weeks. We already had multiple sessions scheduled at the saloon, for her and the other members. But they needed me to come at her place, right now, for a quick check-up.

Karina has a big mouth. She is not vulgar or anything, just a bit exigent. She knows what she wants. When I worked for her she kept pestering me endlessly, talking about how she had this idea for a detail of the hair style while on vacation, how she wasn’t sure if it was something I was used to do... All while I waited with scissors in hand. Once I started cutting she calmed down. She reminded me of one of those dogs that bark and fight until you finally put them on a leash. Then they behave.

That’s why I was a bit stressed on the elevator. Hair is serious in Kpop. It’s part of the reason why I like to work for idols. But if they needed me to go directly to her place it meant that the stakes were even higher. I was expecting a big meeting of some sort, probably requested by Karina herself. When I finally put my foot into the entrance I was surprised. I couldn’t hear anyone, just the calm sound of the end of an afternoon. Karina was alone.

She greets me firmly. - Oppa, finally. Come in. You really like to make women wait.” Oppa? I think. She knows I am married. Damn she is annoying. - Palli palli (- It means fast in Korean, added Jimmy: - Please learn this.), why are you moving in slow motion?” She wants to chit chat. And I am already out of it. Still, for the sake of business, I try to get into her mood: - You surely seem ready to go to a party.” She doesn’t like it. - A party? Dressed like this?” I look at her clothes, a pair of the most fluffy cargo pants, gray, and an expensive crop top, black. Nothing on her feet. She keeps going: - Please, please, please. Don’t stand there! I told you to come in.” I advance in the living room. I had never seen Karina outside of my shop, but still I had knew her for some time, I had no much interest. My focus shifted naturally on the style of the space. The living room is the only thing you can see when entering, you discover it in one striking blow. There are two, huge, sofas, that almost form a U shape. Light blue as the main color, very modern style. The floor takes a downward step to get to the sofas, it’s sophisticated. After this area you get to the windows, then a veranda. You could say that interior design is one my passions, but I see you don’t care so let’s keep going.

- Do you... like it?” Asks me Karina. - Sure, I like it. It’s good quality.” I don’t get to the veranda. I stop at the couches and turn to myself, an equally impressive open kitchen stands behind, hidden from the entrance. All the other rooms are out of sight, you get to them through corridors. By looking around I finally realize that something is missing. I can’t see Karina’s manager anywhere. I was already surprised of not seeing the whole team here, but the manager, I thought, was a given, since he was the one who wrote to me. - Where is your manager?” I ask.

- Oh, him. My manager...” Her tone floats. Her head is all over the place, I think. - He is not here.

- But how... I mean, he wrote to me, I thought it would be here. But he doesn’t have to, now that I think of it.

- Actually “I” wrote to you. I met him this morning, to discuss things, he forgot his phone here. It’s his working phone. I am going to give it back to him tomorrow.

- You wrote like if it was him. And you have my number. Why didn’t you write to me from your phone?

- I don’t know! How can I know? Maybe I thought it was more professional. Why are you asking me all these questions?! Can’t you see I am stressed already? If I manage to piss off Karina, I am cooked. - I am sorry.” I say. - It’s ok” she answers. - But really, you haven’t seen me in a while. Look at me. Can’t you see that I am stressed?” I look at her. She looks electric. It’s also because of the look. The crop top has that kind of fluffy texture that could come directly from the body of an electrical galactic sheep. I kind of like it, it is hot. Good choice on her. Not that I would expect any less, from one of the constantly ranking top 5 idols in popularity.

- What are you looking at?” She asks. - Your crop top. - Anything else?” And then I notice it. I could have done sooner, but I didn’t. Her breast had taken some sizes. Only her breast, not the rest of her body or her face. Two sizes, at least.

I nod to myself. What a reaction to have. Anyway.

- Exactly. That’s why I am stressed. Sit with me. I really need you today.

[soraontop]

EVERYONE LOVES SORA

CLIP #1

“If I was a guy, I’d like Sora,” Jungwon says absentmindedly as he scrolls through the comments on their live. Sunoo turns to him with a ‘what the fuck’ face right as Jungwon realizes what he said and glances between the camera and behind the camera, trying to play off, “Wait, did I just say if I was a guy?”

“So you’re a girl?” Sunoo giggles, distracting the audience.

How did they get away with this…?

CLIP #2

“No, if a dog wore pants—“ Sunghoon is saying, making eye contact with all the members to prove how serious he is when he finally makes eye contact with Sora. His words die down in his throat as he continues staring at the girl who is looking back in confusion, not understanding why he stopped talking. She keeps staring back, before it’s like a lightbulb went off in her head and she starts grinning. A light smack from Jake brings him back and he starts talking like he never stopped, “He’d wear them like this..”

CLIP #3

“I got Jungwonnie!” Sora grins at the camera, waving the photocard. She turns her head to look at it, keeping both her and the photocard in the frame, “He is so handsome, right? Ah, look at his cheeks, I just wanna b- squeeze!” She stifles a giggle before quickly pressing her lips to the photocard.

Gasping, she stares at the photocard in shock with the back of it facing the camera. She starts to laugh, turning it around to show the camera.

“I accidentally left my lipstick there,” she giggles, showing the faint pink lipstick stain covering most of Jungwon’s face. “How much do you guys think this would sell for?”

CLIP #4

“You guys never leave enough room for me!” Sora crosses her arms, staring down at the other members.

Jungwon looks around before smiling mischievously at her, “You can sit in Jay-hyung’s lap.”

Jay looks away from the comments cluelessly, “What?” Both of them say together, none of the other members paying them attention. It’s a wonder how they can all hear each other with them all talking about different topics at the same time.

Sora points at Jungwon warningly before going to stand next to the couch, only for Jungwon to tug on her hood and pull her down onto the couch— right on Jay’s lap. Sora gasps, cheeks flushing as she grabs onto the arm of the couch to prevent herself from falling all the way on Jay.

The other members stop talking, looking at the disaster before them as both Sora and Jay bolt up, Sora almost falling to the ground with how fast they moved. The boys burst out into laughter as the two repeatedly bow apologetically to the other before Sora turns to Jungwon, eyes wide and pink cheeks, “Yah!”

Once the others were preoccupied again, Jay leads Sora into his previous spot as he stands next to the couch, patting her head lightly. She ducks her head to hide her smile.

CLIP #5

As ENHYPEN are on live, Sora’s mostly listening and reading the comments. But someone else is paying attention to her. It zooms in on Jake, who keeps glancing over at her, even over the other members’ heads.

Sora glances up, making eye contact with Jake and going back to her phone before looking back up again in confusion. Jake’s no longer looking at her, instead smiling to himself. Sora’s brows are furrowed, but instead of saying anything, she looks back down to her phone right as Jake looks back at her.

Her head turns back to him and he whips his head to the front, a small smirk on his lips. She stares at him without stopping, not even when he glances her way to see if she’s looking.

A staring contest ensues. Neither look away until one of the boys’ head got in the way. Her head tilts, meeting Jake’s eyes again. She smiles to herself, turning back to the camera.

CLIP #6

The many cameras capture ENHYPEN walking up to the red carpet of an award show. As they get to the beginning of it, the members in front slow down, stopping before they can go first. Sora is looking at the cameras before she realizes they all stopped when she walks into Jay.

She stops, staring at all of them, saying something the cameras can’t hear. Half of the boys gesture wordlessly for her to walk ahead of them, but she simply stares at them incredulously before turning to Jungwon and forcing him to go first as the leader.

CLIP #7

It’s a clip from an episode of ‘Pass The Conch’, and Sora was letting Sunoo try to do her makeup. She’s sitting at her vanity with Sunoo at her side, his lips pouting in concentration as he finishes up doing her eye makeup. Once the brush’s sensation disappears, her eyes flicker open, making eye contact with Sunoo.

Sunoo doesn’t look away, instead smiling at her, “You look great. I did well, right?” He moves closer to her, making her blink rapidly as he gets up really close to admire his creation. “We should do lips next.” His eyes drop down to her lips.

Sora’s mouth drops open slightly before she forces it closed, glancing at the camera before saying abruptly and moving her face away from Sunoo, “Okay, um, I-I, lips next?”

The camera captures Sunoo smiling a little too innocently at the camera, “My favorite.”

The lipstick in Sora’s hand clatters to the ground.

CLIP #8

“Too many of us in one room,” Sora huffs, crouching to get to a lower cabinet and grabbing a pitcher from it. “What was this even doing in here, anyway?” As she stands up, Heeseung’s hand is lightly resting on the corner of the counter, blocking her head from bumping into it. She doesn’t notice, instead taking the pitcher to the sink to clean it.

The video switches to a new angle.

“I swear,” she rolls her eyes, forced to lean back as Niki passes by her in the kitchen, “None of you know how to cook well enough to be in here!” The camera zooms in on Heeseung’s hand resting behind her head so she wouldn’t hit it on the bottom of the cabinet. She doesn’t notice, again.

CLIP #9

Sora adjusts her dress as she goes to sit down beside Sunghoon, and misses the brief argument between Ni-Ki and Jake on who gets to sit next to her. Ultimately, Ni-Ki wins and sits next to her, even going as far as offering her his jacket to cover her legs.

The camera catches the fans’ screams getting louder.

Sora smiles, accepting it and looking back to Jungwon who leans around Heeseung to talk to her.

Ni-Ki, who looks smug, glances at Jake as if he was saying “What are you going to do?” with a shrug. Jake looks like he’s about to kill him.

CLIP #10

“I don’t think I like this,” Sora says as she stares at herself in the mirror, turning around to see how she looks from behind. “Yeah, no. I don’t like it.”

“Yah, what are you talking about?” Sunghoon sounds exasperated, “You look perfectly fine.”

“You look pretty,” Heeseung chimes in, the other boys nodding earnestly.

Sora can’t help the smile that forms, quickly turning her head to the stylist who had come up next to her to hide it, “I love it, unnie!”

[nathaslosthershit]

Unremarkable (LN4)

(Part 2 of the Blind Items series)

Summary: Blind Items returns again to ruin yet another happy couple's peace. This time, Lando Norris and his ‘unremarkable’ girlfriend.

“Lando, have you seen this?” his girlfriend asked, showing him the tweets. When they had soft launched, she got a small dose of what it would be like to be the WAG of Lando Norris. But even when they hadn’t known anything about her, some people still had been so mean. Now that they knew she had a ‘commoner’ job, they had started tearing her to shreds. ‘How could someone so rich and famous go for such a plain girl’ was what so many people had said. 

“Oscar showed it to me today. I am so sorry, honey, I was hoping that you wouldn’t have seen it. Those people are absolute asses, love.” He probably should have said something earlier but he knew how hard she would take it. While she had joked in the past about the differences in their jobs, especially the pay, he knew she felt insecure about it at times. 

“The thing is, I didn’t see it. Not at first. I only saw it when I heard one of my students talking about it in class today. Can you even imagine how humiliating that was for me? Hearing my own students who I have done nothing but be kind and understanding to, trying to get them to love learning, talk about how awful it is their favorite driver is dating someone as boring as a teacher.” She couldn’t stop the tears as she went on about the situation. He wouldn’t understand, he couldn’t. She knew Lando had his moments of insecurity but nothing like this. At the end of the day, he still had hundreds upon thousands of fans who loved him immensely. 

Even if he couldn’t fully understand, it still broke his heart seeing how much it hurt her. Sure, he hadn’t ever thought he would date a school teacher either, but that was mostly due to his previous lack of appreciation for school. But being with her has changed that. His girlfriend could always make things interesting. She loved to spout history facts on vacation and it always made him so deliriously happy to see how giddy she was to learn new things. 

Seeing her now though, so visibly upset made him realize this wasn’t something that could slide easily. His PR team might not love it but he wasn’t going to just sit there and let her feel terrible about herself.

“I’ll fix this, I promise.” He said quickly as he left. He shouldn’t have left her alone and crying, but he was fuming and decided he needed that anger to let his message out. 

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landonorris I don’t know who this gossip page thinks they are but the last thing I will tolerate is someone hiding behind a screen telling the entire world that my girlfriend, who I love more than life itself, is ‘dull’ and ‘unremarkable’ because of her job. This is a woman who is smarter than 99% of the people I have ever interacted with, someone who spends so much of their time trying, and succeeding, to get kids to love learning. Even as someone who didn’t appreciate school as much as they should have, I would never have once thought school teachers were any of the negative things you have said. Luckily, here I am, happy with my amazing girlfriend who deserves the entire world, and I know I will spend the rest of my life trying to give it to her. 

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A few minutes later she came into the room, tears still staining her cheeks.

“Thank you Lando” she said as he motioned for her to sit on his lap. 

“I can say more if you want? I definitely think I could have cursed them out mor-” He was cut off with a kiss. The sheer force of it caused them to bump heads a little, which then caused them to break apart giggling. “I’m serious about what I said. I don’t know what I did to get someone as wonderful as you but I am not going to let some assholes on the internet make you upset over something so incredible. You should be proud of what you do and I will forever work to remind you of how amazing you are.”

“I love you, Lando” was all she replied.

“I love you more”

“Please can we not play this game you know I love-”

“Nope, la-la-la-la I can’t hear you over the sound of me loving you soooo much” He said as he covered his ears.

Such a dork, she thought.

[msmk11]

Marauder's Era HC's- How They React When You Ask Them If They'd Still Love You If You Were a Worm

(This is the most unserious thing I've ever written)

James

When you ask him the question, he is SO confused.

I mean, he has no connection to the muggle world, so he's never seen the trend.

James has endless questions for you: "What is the point of this question?" "Why are you a worm?" "Why am I not a worm?"

You have to beg him to stop asking questions and just answer yes or no.

James, of course, is a sweetheart. So even though he's still very confused, his response is lovely: "Well I reckon I'd love you in any universe in any form, so yes I would still love you, even if you were a worm."

Sirius

Sirius is not even fazed by the question.

He INSTANTLY answers yes.

His lack of hesitation makes you all giggly and happy.

But then, he asks you if you'd still love him if he were a worm.

Obviously, you say yes.

Side note: you two would totally have this conversation in bed before going to sleep because that's when you talk about all the weird shit.

Remus

His immediate response is an exasperated, tired sigh because he's so used to your shenanigans.

The first thing he'd say is, "Well am I a worm too?"

Once you tell him no, that he wouldn't be a worm, his answer to you is no because, "he's not attracted to worms?"

You try and explain to him that he'd still know it was you, you'd just be in worm form.

He doesn't budge on his answer and only replies that, "this seems too complicated for a hypothetical, dove."

Peter

I'm sorry, but he instantly laughs in your face after you ask the question because he thinks you're being goofy.

But when he realizes that you're 100% serious, he sobers up real fast.

"Wait, is that a genuine question?

My guy is SWEATING. He doesn't want to say the wrong thing.

He slowly drags out his answer to gauge your reaction and figure out the correct response.

"Nnnnnnnno-" (sees your face fall) "Yes! No yeah, yes, I'd totally still love you if you were a worm."

Lily

She's so happy you asked (if not a little mad that you beat her to it.)

I mean she's muggle born, so she's definitely seen the tik tok trend.

Answers with a giggle and happy, "Yes ofc, lovely."

She'd then go off on a little tangent about all the ways she'd treat you like royalty, even as a worm- she'd get the nicest soil, the best little habitat, etc.

Girl is so precious

Marlene

Marlene doesn't hesitate and instantly responds yes.

But honestly, I think she'd be way more interested to know if you'd still love her if she was a worm.

(There's only one right answer.)

I'm also certain that this question and variants of it would become her obsession for the next month.

Like every day she'd ask you the same question but with a new animal: "Would you still love me if I were a frog?" "A penguin?" "A squirrel?"

Dorcas

Babe is too logical to answer this question.

She's instantly coming up with solutions/alternative answers rather than just saying yes or no.

"I wouldn't need to worry about this, because I'd just turn you back into a human."

Starts listing off all the spells or potions she could use to turn you back into a human.

When you try to protest and tell her that that wouldn't be possible, she'd only take it as a challenge.

Would literally come up with her own spell or potion to prove a point if necessary.

Mary

Her answer is yes

Why? Because she "loves worms and loves you. What's not to love?"

I'm pretty sure this question doesn't linger on her mind very long. But worms do.

Within the week she has a pet worm and a whole habitat for it.

Might even name it after you (which is a ?compliment?)

Regulus

Regulus isn't fazed by the question, but that doesn't mean he will give in to your shenanigans.

Immediately responds no.

Despite your pouty lips and frown, he does not budge.

You say, "So you don't really love me unconditionally?"

"Just be glad you're not a worm."

[xoxochb]

hiii!!

can i please request apollo!reader who is kinda like the head healer or something x percy jackson? (they are the same age please!)

so, he's been a regular at the infirmary bcs of all the...yk he's been in, so reader gets kind of annoyed that she sees him in the infirmary practically every two three times a week

and percy is like “fix me, i guess?”

⋆·˚ ༘ * a band aid and a kiss

warnings: mentions of injuries

pairing: percy jackson x head healer! daughter of apollo

“no, no, no”

you shake your head and walk back to the previous camper you had been healing. you instruct them to be careful on their journeys and send them out of the infirmary. percy jackson follows you around like he’s never been here before- which is extremely untrue, he takes visits to the infirmary at least three times a week, a new cut, a new wound every time. how does this boy always get hurt? It’s like he does this on purpose!

“you’re gonna let me bleed out?” he gasps

“it’s a small cut. get a bandaid and leave”

“It’s more than a small cut, I’m getting dizzy and I see stars. I think I’m dying, sunshine”

you huff “sit down then”

percy smiles in victory and gladly takes a seat on one of the many infirmary beds, holding out his finger to show you the microscopic cut, not even bleeding either. nonetheless you open a drawer filled with varieties of bandaids, when you begin to pick up the regular beige ones percy freaks, hands frantically waving to stop you

“no, no! I want the iron man one”

you roll your eyes. “I should have known. you act like a child you get a children’s band aid” you pull out the marvel band aid box and search for an iron man

once you find it you unwrap the packaging then you take the band aid and wrap it around his finger where his imaginary cut is placed

“where’s my kiss, sunshine?”

you mutter curses under your breath and place his band aid-covered finger to your lips

“are you satisfied now?”

“I guess. I think I should stay here a little longer though. y’know, just incase I start getting dizzy again”

“yeah, don’t want you passing out or anything” you play into his nonsense

“yeah, you know what I mean. but maybe another kiss will help and I could be out of your way”

you kiss his forehead

“thanks, sunshine. I think I need a kiss here now” he puts a finger to his lips and your cheeks go pink

“why there?”

he shrugs. “so I don’t throw up”

“what the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m nauseous. you let all your patients suffer like this?”

“only boys name percy jackson”

“I’m waiting”

your face turns red this time when you realize he is indeed serious about the kiss

“you really want this?”

“never wanted anything else”

you mentally prepare yourself and place a small peck to his lips. he frowns

“what was that?”

“that was your kiss”

“one more” he tangles a hand in your hair when his hand reaches the back of your head and he kisses you longer this time

maybe all those visits had been worth it

[nisuna]

Currently trying to recreate tipsy big!brother Suguru x reader x Satoru bcs I don't know what happened to it. Did I delete it did it get deleted idkkkk I'm so sad

But I did it!! I added some stuff and refined it a bit soooo.. noice

The ask was: tipsy Suguru shares his pretty little sister with Satoru<3

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18+ MDNI

TW: stepcest, riding, dick sucking, throat fucking, anal play (not putting anything in), mentions of foursome; use of baby, princess, good girl; dry humping, groping, tit sucking, teasing, a fuck ton of dirty talk, breeding kink, hickeys, oral (m receiving)

They've been teasing you all evening. But because they always were touchy when showing affection, you didn't think much of it. So you didn't mind that your Brother Suguru was hugging you from behind, head on your shoulder while swaying both of you to the music at one of their shitty house parties. And you didn't mind when Satoru ran his hands up and down your waist to greet you. But what you did start minding, was when you felt your brother rub his hard crotch against your ass. And you did mind when Satoru's fingers danced along the hem of your low-cut dress, occasionally slipping in to give your tits a squeeze. At one point they were just shamelessly dry humping you on the dance floor. Nobody seemed to care, because the other guests were about past tipsy at this point. But whenever you tried to speak up they both shushed you saying it's not that serious and that it's just for fun. You just couldn't say no to either of them.

When you ended up staddling Satoru you realized that they were lying to your face the whole time. Because you think it is rather serious when you're straddling your brother's best friend, dress bunched at your tummy exposing your tits and ass, while your brother is pulling down his pants. "We really shouldn't be doing this", you whined, trying more to convince yourself than the two guys. Satoru just hummed while sucking deep purple marks on your neck, occasionally licking over them as he squeezed you tight. "Don't worry, princess. This is just for fun, we'll take good care of ya.", he whispered against your lips, giving your hip a reassuring squeeze.

"Which hole do you want, Satoru? Dibs on her mouth", your brother grinned, cheeks dusted pink from the alcohol he's had so far.

"Hmm, I was thinking pussy. But if you say it like that..." he bit your neck while gliding his slicked finger over the rim of your asshole. The attention made you gasp and clutch on to his shoulders. He kissed your temple still playing with your other hole. "But why don't we leave this for a special occasion, shall we?" he winked at you and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Fine by me", Suguru huffed, already stroking his cock in your direction.

And that's how you ended up in the predicament you're currently in. You tried your best to take Suguru as deep as possible, but not choke too much. Your mind felt fuzzy from Satoru whispering in your ear while also paying attention to your asshole. "Baby", he moaned, "look at it, it's literally begging for attention. Bet you could take three guys at once. Should we get a third one to fill up your mouth while me and your brother fuck your ass and pussy? Hmm? You'd like that huh. Don't lie to me, I can feel you dripping all over my leg. You're gushing, pretty.", he kissed your cheek, while you were moaning around your brother's dick. You tried to shake your head no (you were in complete denial), but your brother kept your head in place fucking his cock deeper down your throat.

"Satoru, you better keep talkin' to her like that, her moans do wonders 'round my cock ah"

"You don't have to tell me that, she's squeezing me so hard whenever I say anything. Say, want us to breed you? Want three big men to manhandle and breed you so all of your holes are full of cum? Hmm want to feel it drip out while we push it right back in?", he mused while groping one of your tits with his hand and sucking on the nipple of the other one.

You momentarily unlatched yourself from Suguru's cock but continued to stroke it with your hand while you mewled, "Yeees want it bad, want to feel so full, wanna feel you drip out, oh god please fill me up!!"

"Hehe, you heard her," your brother hummed, you could only yelp when you felt him yank you by the hair, lips back on his cock, "now get back to work."

"Mhmm~" you hummed around his dick.

"Alright, we're gonna fill you up, make ya nice and plump. But you gotta cum first okay? Can you do that for me, cream round my cock, yeah?"

You moaned in agreement and felt your eyes roll back as Satoru's thick fingers went to work on your neglected clit.

They were fucking you between them as you tried to pleasure both of them, while Satoru was rubbing thick circles on your clit. Your mind was going fuzzy from getting filled on both ends and from the aftermath of Satoru's dirty talking.

He was right on time when you felt yourself get close, "Gonna fuck you airtight next time, if you cum right now. Can you do that? Oh yeah that's it." You came with a muffled scream as they kept fucking you through your high. Satoru finished right after from your pussy convulsing around him. And when you looked up to Suguru with teary, fucked out eyes, that was when he too hit his limit, stuffing his cock in your mouth and spilling down your throat. You eagerly swallowed all of it and when he pulled out you showed him your empty mouth, proudly sticking out your tongue. He kissed your forehead while patting your hair. "Good girl, you did so well for us."

"Yeah good job", Satoru nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. "Also", he kissed from your neck to your ear, slightly nibbling on it, "I wasn't joking about someone joining. We really want to try a lot of things with you, right, Suguru?"

"Right", your brother smiled gently, coming closer to cage you between the two of them.

This experience will definitely leave a dent in your relationship, but you felt safe between the two guys you trusted most in the world. How could that possibly be wrong?

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Feel free to send me your Hot Takes as well ^^

[captainuranium543]

Ft headcanons nobody wanted part 2

-natsu will occasionally get genuinely jealous over his friends owning appliances for heating. Why should they need those things when they have him, if they just call him over her do a way better job then any of those stupid gadgets. He finds out gray owns a hair dryer and immediately becomes a jealous ex girlfriend. He confronts Lucy in her apartment one night acting so serious he she doesn't even get mad that he broke in, then just goes "care to explain this?" And puts a lighter on the table.

- Wendy is very very quiet. Creepily so. Not elaborating but I think you can imagine the kinds of situations this leads to.

- Mira's eyes glow in the dark and it creeps everyone the fuck out

- erza has the worst hoarding problem. Her dorm room is entirely piled floor to ceiling with boxes of meticulously organized random items she refuses to throw out for some reason

young Mira: "alright this is ridiculous why do you even have this"

Young erza: "say what you want but when you need 746 packets of Mcnolias sweet and sour sauce and find your supply baron I'll be laughing"

- levy is one of the few members of the guild who actively sought it out to join. Before fairy tail she was an orphan and a student studying magic. She left to join fairy tail to learn more about magic in general from real world experience.

- laki will sometimes build creepily realistic wooden statues of her guild mates and leave them around in inconspicuous places so when you find them they scare the shit out of you. Sometimes she hides them too well and it takes years to discover them.

- Lucy has actually written several unpublished novels and the only other person who's ever seen them is levy. Lucy thinks their crap but levy carefully annotates every single one.

- laxus used to occasionally be forced to go on jobs with erza and Mira when they were young both to help and to make sure they didn't kill each other and he hated it.

- I think I might have said this before but I firmly believe levy, Lucy, freed and jellal later on all form a book club because they love reading, the problem is they all have vastly different tastes in book so they can never decide what to read each week and usually just end up playing Scrabble and talking shit about their various teammates

"please guys trust me this one's good"

"I am NOT reading Colleen Hoover Lucy and that's final"

- this one's based on city hero but I personally believe erza and Erik find a shocking common ground over motorcycles. Erza likes vehicles in general and Erik took up bike racing as a hobby, since discovering this is the longest they've been able to be in the same room together without someone throwing a punch.

- Wendy visits lamia scale regularly still to hang out with chelia. she usually brings romeo and they all go out to do whatever dumb kid stuff they want. (Tbh I just like her having friends her own age)

-lucy sometimes randomly lets her rich girl's heritage show in random conversation and it's always jarring. You'll be having a normal chill convo with her and then she'll look you dead in the eyes and ask you what colour your personal carriage was growing up.

- Natsu is genuinely a really good cook he just has a terrible taste so nobody wants to eat his food. For reference he only ever cooks his food because he enjoys doing it to him it tastes fine either way.

- if you had asked the fairy tail guild who the scariest guild member was in early season 1 the answers would have been erza, guildarts, laxus etc all the usual suspects. Once season 2 starts however the answer is unanimous. It's juvia. Juvia is fucking terrifying when she gets mad. You don't realize how scary water can be until it's filling your lungs and as your vision blurs until all you can see is her merciless stare.

- Mira and freed can drink blood for demon reasons. gray can too after getting devil slayer but he thinks its gross. Surprisingly so can gajeel because of the high iron content.

- gray the type of guy who's bed has only the smallest thinnest blanket on his bed and usually it's on the ground cuz he gets too hot

- meanwhile erza is the type of girl to have so many pillows, blankets and plushies on her bed you wonder how she fucking sleeps in it. Mf has a NEST.

- Lucy isn't even surprised anymore when she finds people in her house, she doesn't know how they keep getting in and honestly she doesn't care anymore she's to tired to deal with it.

- freed plays a lot of really fucking weird instruments. Idk it just seems like something he would do.

- bixlow can speak most languages and it's always really surprising when he randomly says smth like "oh yea I can speak ancient nirvid no prob" like that's totally normal

- if laxus and freed ever did get together (in my heart it's cannon) evergreen and bixlow would be their biggest haters. Yea they love them and they're happy for them but also EW. GROSS. GET A ROOM.

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | y’all accidentally adopt a kid (part 2)

♡ fandoms; House of Wax, Hannibal (TV)/Silence of the Lambs, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Hannibal Lecter

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; parenthood, kidnapping, mentions of violence. basically don’t tell these guys you want a kid ig

♡notes; another sparse selection but i don’t think Billy Lenz is allowed within 100 yards of a school so it is what it is

also I hate how much I’m starting to love Bo oh my god

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

Vincent Sinclair

> he’s a nurturing man- to his brothers and you

> hell he babies Jonesy too

> even so, he’s shocked when you mention offhandedly that he’d make a good father

> he denies it vehemently

> even as the golden child he grew up in hell

> no way he’d know how to do any of it right

> but you just gently laugh and shake your head, insisting but not pressing it

> it makes him think

> and think and think

> he didn’t know much about kids, but you’d be a great parent

> and you wouldn’t lie to him- maybe he’d be at least an okay father

> families don’t come through often

> and when they do, Lester leaves them be

> if they ever get to Ambrose on their own, the town stays off- none of the Sinclairs want anything to do with harming children

> but mistakes happen, and Bo is freaking out

> a little girl with dark hair and bright blue eyes was sleeping in the back of a car while he took care of her parents, and he didn’t realize until far to late

> she’s maybe 3, and awfully scared and quiet- but when they bring her in the house she walks right up to you and Vincent

> she hugs your leg and finally smiles when Vincent kneels down to show her that Jonesy is a nice dog

> Bo is in shock when you volunteer to adopt her, but Vincent is in quick agreement

> she’s nonverbal, but you look through her family’s things to find out her name - Lilly Henson, or something to that affect .

> Lilly Sinclair has a much better ring to it anyways, doesn’t it?

Bo Sinclair

> he’s the type that if you mention that you want a kid to this man, he asks what color

> he is endlessly devoted to you

> and while he never wanted a kid before, he’s always so insistent you make him a better man

> so some snot nosed brats would complete the picture perfectly

> he’s not super serious about it, not really

> you have plenty of time to plan for a family

> and he’s the type to want biological children if possible- he’s so used to white picket fence suburbia-type ideals

> when a car pulls up to the gas station, he stops when he sees the infant car seat in the back

> he’s about to tell the parents to move along- but then he sees the second matching one

> something - probably his overinflated self worth - tells him he’d be a much better father to twins that these chucklefucks

> and you want a kid anyways! would two be much better

> they’re not identical- he’s not not disappointed by the fact, but they’re still adorable

> a boy and a girl a bit over a year, with big brown eyes and infectious giggles

> he’s beyond proud when he strides in with them

> “daddy’s home!”

> he thinks you might actually kill him this time

> but then Charlotte - the girl based on what’s embroidered on her blankie, reaches for you and you melt

> you’re still scolding him as you happily take Theodore too

> but he knows you’re beyond thrilled

Hannibal Lecter

> he’s always wanted a successor

> quite frankly it never had to be his child - or a child at all

> he thought about taking younger serial killers in the making under his wing more than once

> to teach them the art of culinary cannibalism and the finer points of flaying people

> but it’s far too dangerous - especially with you around

> you’re the one thing that trumps his egomania

> so he lets it be for the time being

> but one day, he takes on a special case at work

> a young boy who recently lost his parents very violently

> he’s in kindergarten, and expresses most everything through his rather advanced drawings

> you don’t interact with his patients- even though he works from home you’re pretty skilled at dodging them

> but on the way out that afternoon the little boy- Peter, his name is, runs out before his social worker and smack dab into you

> she apologizes on his half profusely but you’re so sweet with the boy

> you pick up his dropped drawings and comfort him- he’s quite upset he may have hurt or angered you

> he gives you a huge hug and Hannibal can see the fond, parental look on your face

> after that it’s quite simple to draw up the paperwork

> he’s already in foster care, and it only takes a few false documents to make the courts think that Hannibal’s custody is the best place for little Peter

> you learned long ago that it’s best not to question how or why Hannibal does something when he gets like that

> and either way you’re content with your new little family