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Lucifer didn't want to admit just how often he popped by Ozzie's to relax . Being the ruler of hell was hard work . Even the devil himself needs to take a break sometimes .
He never announced his arrival though . He liked the element of surprise . Though his presence was usually made a big deal sooner or later .
Argh , fuck it . Why would he be secretive anyway ? He sat down , expecting to see some hot dancers . Men , women or other , as long as they were sexy .
He snapped his fingers , drawing the attention of an imp waiting tables .
´´ Whiskey on the rocks . And tell Ozzie I'm here to say hello . ´´
He had something planned . For better or worse .
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kento has almost photographic memory. he remembers everything, a blessing and a curse that was bestowed upon him. for when he accidentally tripped on nothing while walking calmly towards you, he knew he had to live with that embarrassment forever. but what he considered as a blessing, was the fact he could draw you from memory, he could even sculpt all your curves with no fault. he remembers every detail about you, and you wanted to test this fact.
as you secretly followed him to the barber, ensuring he would never suspect your presence. you had chatted the barber beforehand, a close friend of you and kento. you wanted to play a prank on him. it was simple, while his eyes were covered by towels, you would give him a kiss on the lips and immediately hide. once he took off the towel, the barber would wipe his lips, pretending as if he was the one to kiss your husband.
the plan was going smoothly. kento had laid down on the chair, preparing to get his hair washed. as a warm cloth had covered his eyes, you quickly took place beside him. his barber put on shampoo, lathering it on his blonde hair. you gave a signal for the barber to stop, and you pecked him, quickly hiding right after. in any other video you've seen with this prank, the victim would've taken off the blindfold and jolted up, but not kento. he was different, he lightly lifted the towel, seeing through one eye trying to find something...more particularly someone.
"love, where are you?" his tone was unwavering, he was certain it was you. he tried to look around with his very limited vision, but he couldn't find you. so he decided to use his other senses, touch. immediately, he grabbed your hand, pulling you up from your squatting position.
"no fair! you were supposed to be shocked and everything," you huffed.
"i recognised your lips," kento said simply, as if it wasn't something unusual.
"maybe it could've been someone elses, i don't know. maybe you forgot my lips."
"i would never forget your lips, it will be imprinted in my mind forever."
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There was this tiktok trend where kids and their mums would pull a prank on their dads by telling their mums to shut up...141 with a teenage son who tries it?
Anon, I am very aware of this prank. If mom is in on it, I consider it all in good fun, but omg, these guys would be absolutely stressed if they heard their teenage son tell mom to "shut up." Heads would absolutely roll over that!
Price is certainly old enough to have a teenage son on the older side. I would even say the same for Ghost. Gaz is old enough for a younger teenage son. With Soap's age...that's stretching it. BUT SUSPEND DISBELIEF Y'ALL. I'm aging Gaz and Soap up a bit for this one.
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Task Force 141 x Female Reader (w/ children)
Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, pranks, domestic, dad!141, brief suggestive themes, marriage
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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
âUgh. Shut up, Mum.â
There is a brief pause between mum and when the television remote hurtles across the room. Your son doesnât duck in time, the hard plastic hitting his shoulder before bouncing onto the kitchen island with a loud clack.
Before your son turns, Kyleâs baseball cap with the Union Jack, soars through the air like a frisbee. This one your son manages to avoid, but itâs quickly followed by a slipper. It flies past his head, and you catch it out of the air before it makes contact with the front of the microwave.
You and your eldest son turn in Kyleâs direction as he manifests in the kitchen entryway, the other slipper in hand, poised to launch it at the first sign of any movement.
âWanna repeat yourself, mate?â Kyle appears calm and poised, but you notice the subtle tension in his jaw.
âIt was a joke, Dad! Promise!â
Kyleâs arm holding the slipper starts to rise.
âKyle,â you say. His gaze flicks to you. âJust a joke. No harm. I was in on it.â
His shoulders immediately sag. Kyle shakes his head. Rolls his eyes. Heading for the fridge, he opens it up, grabbing a can of his favorite beer.
Kyle sets the beer down on the island, pointing the slipper at you and then his son. His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. No words come out, just an exasperated huff.
Kyle snatches up the television remote and sticks it into the pocket of his grey sweatpants. Keeping hold of the shoe in one hand, and his beer in the other, he gives the two of you his back, heading into the living room.
âNo one bother me until the game is over,â he says over his shoulder. âAnd someone bring me my bloody slipper!â
John Price
"Fucking hell, Mum. Shut it."
John is up and out of his seat so fast you hardly see him move. He strides over to his son, yanking him off the stool by the scruff of his shirt.
"John! It's a prank!" you say quickly, reaching for his arm.
The boy is dangling in the air, toes just shy of touching the ground. "A prank?" asks John skeptically.
"Mum is in on it. Promise."
John sighs heavily and slowly lowers his son to the ground. The moment his feet touch ground, he tries to step away, but John holds firm, keeping his eldest child immobile. He leans forward a bit. Lowers his voice.
"Prank or no, you never talk to your mother, your sisters, or any woman in that manner again. Got it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good boy." John releases his son. "The lawn needs trimmed."
"Yes, sir."
Your son scurries away. It isn't until the door to the garage opens and shuts that John moves toward you. His arm drapes over your waist, hand landing firmly on your ass, squeezing hard.
"You're coming with me."
"To do what?"
He presses his lips to your ear. "For a different sort of punishment."
John "Soap" MacTavish
"Youâre off your head, lad.â
With Johnnyâs cold tone comes a tension to your sonâs shoulders. He becomes rigid, sliding down into his chair like he can escape from his father by cowering underneath the table. Johnny comes around the corner, a bit of sweat on his brow. He's been building furniture all day for the nursery.
"Want to repeat that for me?" asks Johnny.
Your sonâs voice cracks. "It was just a prank, Dad."
"It was what?" Johnny strides forward.
"It's a prank. I'm in on it. Promise," you say, attempting to soothe Johnnyâs anger.
Johnny crosses his arms over your chest. "Is it?" He glances between the two of you and sighs, muttering, âAm pure done in.â
He disappears down the hall, returning with a stack of instructional manuals, dropping them into his sonâs lap. "You're building furniture."
"But Iâ"
âYou right scunner. Câmon.â Johnny yanks his son out of the chair, the stack of instructional manuals goes flying. Your son reaches for them all, desperately clasping them against his chest.
âJohnny," you call out, walking around the counter to intervene.
He glances over his shoulder, frown gown, sly smirk on his face. âDeal with you later."
Simon "Ghost" Riley
âOi, Mum. Shut it.â
Your son is a wonderful actor. Youâll give him that. Even you almost believe him. Not that he wouldâheâd neverâbut his delivery reminds you of a completely pissed football fan ready to throw a punch at a member of the rival team.
He should consider theater.
Simon, your husband, is watching a rugby match in the living room. The television is on but at a low volume.
Within seconds of the words leaving your sonâs mouth, Simon appears like a phantom guardian in the entryway. In one he holds the remote like a weapon. The other arm cradles his infant daughter. She looks like a small bean. Slightly curved as she snuggles closer against Simonâs chest as she sleeps.
He's not looking at you. He's staring at his son, gaze intense and full of fire.
Youâve seen that look before.
Mission abort.
"He's joking, Simon. It's just a prank,â you soothe, knowing you need to get ahead of this.
Not that Simon would hurt you or his son, but he rarely takes any shit. This prank was a gamble, and youâre completely regretting it.
"Don't mean it, Dad."
Simon just stares for a long minute. His daughter squirms and that is when he glances down, severing the connection. Observing her must change something in him, because his gaze returns to the two of you, and there is a calmness now.
Sighing heavily, Simon shakes his head, completely exasperated. The eye roll is so apparent itâs like a shout.
In the moment he was pissedâlivid. But now heâs over it, more annoyed and unamused than actually mad.
Turning on his heel, daughter still cradled in one arm, Simon returns to his recliner, settling back into the soft cushions to finish watching his rugby match.
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( reaction ) tying your hair up prank ! ŕ¨ŕ§ ä¸ ěíě´í Ő
⸠⸰ â tying your hair up in front of them to get their reaction ăž
boyfriend!ěíě´íăť fem!reader â â â â â â â â g ăť smut â â â â â â cw ăť no actual sex , needy jake , â talks of oral sex wc ăť â1k â â â â| â âclick to library
request. can you please do enha's reactions to their partner doing the "tying my hair up in front of my boyfriend" prank
ă ŕ¨ŕ§ authors note ă i hope you like it <3
ďš đ : heeseung ďš .á
heeseung saw you set the camera up, but knowing the both of you often filmed yourselves together he didnât think anything of it , especially when he saw you reach for the scrunchie on your wrist , he just thought it was about to go down and he was for it. âheeseung can you hand me that charger?â you asked , he was confused. the camera? the scrunchie? but no head. âwhatâs wrong?â you asked him trying not to laugh. ânothing.â he had a look of suspicion on his face as he passed you the camera. you couldnât help but laugh as he handed you the camera. âbaby you should see your face.â he rolled his eyes with a smirk. âwhy canât you ever be serious?â he was about to stand up to get your phone for you when grabbed his wrist. âno keep it there.â now he could tell you were serious, he sat back down. âwas this stupid prank just a way of you telling me you wanted to give me head?â he smirked.
âwell baby the camera is rolling, how about you show the camera how you suck my dick like a good girl.â
ďš đ : jay ďš .á
jay is different; he won't take notice of you doing something like tying your hair up, and he didnât even notice you set the camera up so youâd have to get a little creative. âbaby.â setting the camera up , he finally looked up from his laptop. âhow can i help you princess.â he genuinely wanted to know what you wanted , he didnât expect you to tie your hair up , rubbing his thighs. âoh?â he said, assuming what you wanted â but it was completely different. âwhat do you want to eat?â you held back a laugh , as he turned around in his chair, facing his laptop. âi donât care.â he grumbled under his breath. âbaby.â you laughed spinning his chair around. âdonât be upset.â you pouted , kissing his lips. you were about to reach for your phone when he stopped. âno donât stop it.â he said caressing your cheek. âhow about you make it up to me.â you nodded. âgood girl.â
ânow get on your knees and suck me off.â
ďš đ : jake ďš .á
in jakes mind: your hair tied up = heâs about to get head. he didnât even notice you set the camera up , just you taking the hair tie from your wrist , tying your hair up. heâs like bet â unbuckling his jeans, ready to pull them down. âjake what are you doing?â now heâs confused. âwhat do you mean?â you try and hold back a laugh, but heâs just staring at you with those puppy eyes. âwhy are you pulling your jeans down?â now heâs even more confuse. âare you not about to give me head?â you had to force a laugh down. âthen why would you tie your hair up.â he pouted , heâs not even embarrassed heâs upset. âjake.â you laughed , pointing to the camera. âstupid camera.â he reached over pushing your phone down bitterly. âjake!â you scolded the boy. âyour phone will be fine , i wonât.â he groaned. âim hard now.â you rolled your eyes. âalready?â
âwell i was already hard but seeing you tying your hair up made it worse.â
ďš đ : sunghoon ďš .á
he saw you set the camera up and knew you were on some shit; however he allowed you to continue. âhey hoonie.â you sat down on the bed. âhey?â he watched you closely still unsure what you were doing. âitâs so hot.â you said , reaching over his body to the nightstand, grabbing a scrunchie to tie your hair up. your position and the way you sat; all sizes pointed to head, but the camera was saying something else. âyouâre the one that said you didnât want to film our sexual encounters but im not against it.â he said sitting his down , ready for you â but you never came. âwell hurry up , we have somewhere to be soon.â you wanted to laugh , but the way he was nonchalant about it sorta made you want to do it. âthis was supposed to be a prank.â he stared at you blankly , before speaking. âwell then you better turn that camera off.â
âbecause now im hard as fuck and itâs your fault so fix it.â
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"in proximity" | hq, ushijima
content: ushijima asking for help on English is one thing--him sitting just inches away from you is another
tags+warnings: fluff, ushijimaxfem!reader, thirdyear!ushijima, tendou+semi appearance, not proofread
character(s): ushijima
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a/n: im sorry in advance this was written on the bus LMAO
Brown shoes pattered as the students of Shiratorizawa started to cluster in the slightly filled classroom. It was lunch break, and you decided to stay in with your feet bouncing slightly and earbuds in, the music blasting so loud it could be heard from the external world. It was so loud you didnât pick up on the dress shoes cladding on the wooden floor. You were so focused on reading up the next lesson for English that you didnât feel a tall, looming presence in front of the desk.
â[Y/N].â
A few more seconds passed until an unknown hand plucked your right bud out of your ear.
The muted classroom suddenly filled your hearing, and the chatter of classmates could be heard crystal clear. Your eyebrows furrowed at the action, and you trailed your eyes to follow up the cladded arm until you reached a calm, yet slightly tilted head.
Wakatoshi Ushijima.
Your mouth clamped shut with only a slight hum in response to the stunned and sudden intrusion of the ace on your academyâs precious volleyball team.
Your puzzled expression had you blinking your eyes more than usual, causing him to only slightly clear his throat.
âI know you may not know me, but youâre [Y/N], right?â His expression remained unchanged as if carved from stone. It almost felt like you were in deep trouble with how a million eyes darted right at the two of you.
After quickly glancing around the now hushed classroom, you peered back up at him and nodded, âOf course, I know who you are, Ushijima-san.â
The pressure of possibly being the next target of rumors in the upcoming week terrified you. It was astonishing at the rate and creativity these students could create over the slightest piece of information.
He only nodded in return and began to rummage through the black book bag slung across his body. It took him a moment to finally find what he was looking for, and he stretched out his unwavering hand to reveal another English textbook.
âI was hoping you could tutor me for the upcoming finals.â
âHuh?â You quickly zipped your lips shut as the thoughts in your head blurted out.
Okay, that really stumped you; your eyes scanned the area for some sort of snicker or nudge of the arms as a sign of a prank.
But that wasnât part of his nature, was itâno, he meant business with how his sandy-brown eyes never left yours.
It wasnât like he was trying to hide it either. His voice was crystal clear and projected enough for everyone to chime in. You would expect that from the volleyball captain, yet he still needed your help with English.
âWhat do you need help with?â you continued.
There was a short pause as he suddenly moved away from your gaze, his hand reaching out for a vacant chair and pulling it up next to you. The slightly grating sound of the chair legs scraping against the wooden floor paused any remaining conversation in the classroom, drawing all eyes to the two of you.
His sudden presence filled your senses in seconds as his side profile came into view. The scent of fresh laundry lingered in the air as he was near. You could see the fine details of his chiseled jawline, and the determined set of his brow. Up close, it was no surprise he looked even more handsome.
Suddenly, your palms felt a little sweaty, and the room got a little warmer.
His intense focus and proximity made it hard to breathe steadily. His huge frame caused him to lean back on the small wooden chair, making it creak slightly under his weight. Meanwhile, your frame remained sort of uptight, your back straight as a rod, in fear you might accidentally touch him.
The sheer size of him was overwhelming; his broad shoulders seemed to take up more space than the chair allowed, and his legs spread slightly to accommodate his height. His arm brushed lightly against yours as he reached forward, causing a spark of electricity to shoot up your spine.
He placed the blue textbook next to yours, his large, calloused hands moving with surprising gentleness. Flipping to a certain page, he revealed a passage that had been neatly bookmarked, as if he already knew exactly what he needed help with. The text was underlined and annotated in pencil, showing his efforts to understand it on his own.
His voice, low and steady, broke the silence. "I figured you would be the best to tutor me."
He glanced over at your in-progress notes, his gaze unwavering and thoughtful. The closeness of his presence made the air around you feel charged, every small movement amplified your heightened awareness.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "I... Iâd be happy to help, Ushijima-san."
He nodded appreciatively, his stoic expression softening ever so slightly. âThank you. I wonât take much of your time. Itâs quite difficult to find time after school to study.â
As you started to explain the notes you had been working on, you couldn't help but feel the weight of his gaze on you. It was intense like he was studying every word you said, every movement you made.
The sliding door abruptly slammed open, the force of it causing a few heads to turn in surprise. An overly excited redhead waltzes into the room, a completely annoyed companion trailing behind him.
âI thought I saw ya in the window while walking past, Ushi!â Tendou explained, his mouth wide open with a pearly-white smile, eyes gleaming with mischief. His voice echoed through the now silent classroom, making sure everyone knew of his arrival.
Ushijima barely reacted, his focus still on the textbook in front of him, but a faint sigh escaped his lips. You, on the other hand, jumped slightly in your seat, your eyes widening at the sudden intrusion.
Tendou stopped just inside the doorway, leaning against the frame with a casual, almost theatrical air. Semi stood beside him, his expression shifting into one of mild entertainment at the sight. âAnd look who youâre with! [Y/N], right?â Tendouâs eyes sparkled with mischief as he peered over in your direction, taking in the view of the English textbooks and your notes spread across the desk.
You nodded, trying to compose yourself. âYes, thatâs right.â
Tendou grinned wider, not moving from his spot. âTutoring, huh? Just like we saiâuh, thought so!â He straightened up slightly, trying to awkwardly save himself from the slip-up. His eyes darted everywhere as he looked around, trying to gauge the roomâs reaction.
The ash-blonde friend next to him raised an eyebrow in amusement, then let out a small scoff, clearly entertained by Tendou's ridiculous attempt to cover up his mistake.
Ushijima glanced at his teammates, his expression unchanging as he blinked up at the two.
âYes, thatâs right.â he parrots you as he responds to Tendou.
Tendou chuckled, his voice carrying easily across the classroom. âWell, we wouldnât want our star player struggling with finals, would we?â He shot you a teasing grin before wiggling his eyebrows.
Tendou clapped his hands together, the sound startlingly loud in the quiet room. âAlright! Letâs go and nourish our starving bellies, Semi-pooh,â he cooed, waving a hand towards the sliding door.
Semiâs eye twitched as he muttered a curse word under his breath. âDonât call me that,â he grumbled, his annoyance clear, but he still followed Tendou out of the classroom.
As they left, Tendou continued to chatter animatedly, his voice fading as they walked down the hallway. Semiâs occasional responses, a mix of chuckles and sighs, echoed faintly back into the room.
You were left there dumbfounded in your chair as you couldnât help but glance back at Ushijima. He, on the other hand, resumed his notes like nothing had happened.
âHuh, that was weird.â
You decided not to think anything of it.
đ˘đ¸ Later that day
âI told you to sit across from her, not next to her!â Tendouâs voice echoed out from the locker room, a blend of exasperation and amusement in his tone.
Ushijima glanced up from his phone, intrigued. Tendouâs rants were a familiar occurrence, but this time, there was a sharpness to his words that captured Ushijimaâs attention.
âYou were practically crowding her! I could feel the awkward tension all the way from the doorway!â Tendou continued, his arms waving dramatically as he paced back and forth. His eyes were wide with mock horror, clearly relishing the chance to tease his stoic friend.
âI thought it would be more efficient,â Ushijima said, his brow knitting slightly.
Tendou snorted, laughter reverberating in the confined space. âEfficient, huh? Sure, letâs go with that.â He gave Ushijima a knowing look, his eyes narrowing with playful suspicion. âCome on, Ushi, we both know why you really wanted to sit next to her.â
Ushijimaâs expression remained impassive. âI respect her intelligence.â
Tendouâs grin broadened, his enjoyment evident. âMhm? And you wanted to be close to her too~â
Ushijimaâs gaze dropped back to his phone, his fingers idly tapping the screen as he sat on the dark wooden bench, his posture relaxed.
âThatâs why I suggested you ask her for help,â Tendou said, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he leaned against the lockers. âYou needed an excuse to spend time with her.â
The room was filled with the familiar silence Tendou was accustomed to.
He clapped Ushijima on the shoulder, his cue that he was taking off. âYouâll get the hang of it. Just remember to give the lady a little space next time.â
Ushijima remained seated on the bench, fingers navigating to his contact list. At least he got one thing right: asking for your number.
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DATING HUGH JACKMAN HCS ࣪đ¤
sfw headcannons of what i imagine it like to date hugh jackman!
warnings: tbh none j a lot of fluff
- hugh is literally the biggest gentleman there is; heâs big on holding open doors, pulling out chairs, opening car doors, paying for dinner, all that stuff
- u def hang around set with him and the rest of the cast
^^ i feel like bc of this, u and ryan would probably end up becoming pretty good friends considering how close him and hugh are
- he does everything in his power to try and make you laugh. it literally brings him sm joy js to even hear a little giggle come out of your mouth
- heâs always talking about u in interviews
^^ stg the host will try and talk ab the show and heâs all âoh yeah y/n gets me lunch everyday on set and brings it to my trailerâ
- heâs a big teddy bear.
- i j know this man is the biggest cuddler there is man
- heâs so big on physical touch
- somehow, he manages to snatch tiny props from the set and bring them home to you, talking about some âbaby i got you something from on setâ
- idk how i thought of this but i feel like heâd sometimes pull pranks on you at home by randomly switching to his american accent mid convo / mid sentence
^^ then heâd end up laughing really hard at the shocked look on your face
- heâd do everything in his power to get you a small cameo or role in any of his movies just to have an excuse to be around you more
- heâd also try to get you invited to interviews
- like i said earlier, heâs a gentleman; heâd fs buy you anything and everything you want
^^ lit as soon as you even look at something in a store a certain way, heâll either buy it online when youâre home or heâll sneak away and bring it to the register without you knowing
- the first thing heâd do in the morning is kiss you no matter where it may be; your neck, lips, shoulders, collarbone, back even. heâd j do it
- to focus on you instead of hugh, you find him acting to be adorable and hot at the same time
^^ youâd def gush over how he acts when he makes a mistake, or even the shift from in character to out of character when the director yells cut
alr chat thatâs it but i love hughđŻ
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a marauders guide to siblings
Sirius Black x Potter!reader + moonwater + jily [1.4k words]
CW: fem!reader, reader is James' twin, siblings
James loved love. Like, if someone were to ask James what his favourite thing was, first he would say quidditch, then he would say pranking, then heâd probably say his beautiful girlfriend Lily, and then he would absolutely without a doubt say love.
Oh, and maybe also heâd say ABBA, but the order wasnât important, alright? The point was: James loved love.
So, once the rest of his mates found partners of their own (save Peter), he immediately began begging them for a triple date. But for as mischievous as his friends were, they were equally (if not painfully more) stubborn.
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âPlease!?â
âI said no, James.â Remus sighed as he rubbed harshly at his eyes; and sure, perhaps cornering him in the hospital wing following a full moon when he had nowhere to run nor hide from Jamesâ pestering wasnât very couth of James, but in Jamesâ defence, he-
âPOTTER.â Regulus barked from the door to the hospital wing that he just burst through, completely ignoring the reproachful shushing from the matron. âI swear to Salazar if you do not step away from my boyfriend, I-â
Except James never got to hear what Regulus planned on doing if he did not step away from his boyfriend because James - a smart man - chose that moment to shout âpromise me youâll think about it, moons!â before fleeing from the room.Â
It had gone just about the same with Sirius.Â
âNo can do, Prongsie boy.â Sirius drawled without looking up from his study notes.
âAnd just why not?â James spat, obviously having had it up to here with his sodding no good best friends anyone could ever ask for.Â
Sirius hummed as he looked off into the distance like he was giving this question actual thought. âOh, right. Because I donât want to.â He deadpanned.
âWhy not.â
âJames.â Sirius hissed as he sat up straighter, eyeing the librarian who was eyeing the two infamous marauders right back. âI have no interest in sitting at a table with my brother as he makes googly eyes at my best friend, nor-â he paused as he held his hand up when James went to interject, âdo I want to sit at a table with my girlfriends brother as I make googly eyes at her.âÂ
âThen just donât make googly eyes at my sister.â James hissed back, earning him a scoff.
âHave you seen your sister? Thatâs impossible.â
âEugh.â
âSee.â Sirius accused, raising a knowing eyebrow at him. âIâm not doing it.âÂ
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But if there was one thing James hated in equal measure as he loved love, it was quitting.
And in case that wasnât clear; James hated quitting.Â
âOh good, youâre all here.â You announced robotically as you approached Remus, Regulus, Lily, and Sirius at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.
âYou alright, Potter?â Regulus questioned slowly, looking between Sirius and Remus concernedly as they both let out a groan.
âWhat now?â Sirius muttered as he pinched the space between his brows.
âIâm supposed to sayâŚâ you continued, pausing to pull a cue card from your pocket and reading directly from it. âAs you all know, the wonderful and momentous anniversary of James Fleamont Potterâs birth is approaching-â
You hardly spared a breath for the unimpressed snort from Remus at the fact that you and James shared a sodding birthday.
â-and his one wish - in place of any gifts - is for all of us to accompany him to one triple date at The Three Broomsticks on the next Hogsmeade weekend.â You finished, only looking up at the group when you finished reciting your script before pocketing it again.Â
��What exactly do you get out of this arrangement?â Lily asked as she leaned back in her chair.
âA triple date?â You answered in the form of a question.
âWhat do you really get out of this?â Remus asked with a laugh.
âJames promised me an unlimited amount of jelly slugs for the rest of the school year.â You offered bashfully.
âOh.â Sirius groaned theatrically before pulling you into his lap. âMy poor sweet girl, being coerced by means of sweets.â He cooed pathetically into your hair.Â
âDoes that mean youâll do it?!â James shrieked excitedly as he appeared out of bloody fucking no where.Â
âCirceâs fucking tits.â Regulus hissed as he clutched at his chest.Â
Sirius scoffed as he removed one arm from around your waist to gesture at his brother. âLook what youâve done now, James; youâve reduced my baby brother to swears and blasphemy. What do you have to say for yourself?â
âPlease?â James asked quietly; puppy dog eyes darting nervously between his best friends, his girlfriend, his best friendâs boyfriend, and his sister.
And finally, after months of begging and badgering and whining and pestering, James finally got his triple date.Â
ExceptâŚexcept something was bothering JamesâŚ
Which was weird, because it was perfect.Â
James got to see Regulus smile for quite possibly the first time ever when Remus offered him a bite of his meal from his own fork and then immediately stole a kiss when Regulus wasnât paying attention.Â
For as wound up and fidgety youâd been on the walk down to Hogsmeade, James watched any and all tension melt from your body the second Sirius pulled a chair out for you, situated himself in the spot next to it and threw his arm over you like thatâs where it was simply meant to be.Â
And the sound of Lilyâs bubbling laughter echoed somewhere deep in Jamesâ rib cage every time Sirius or Remus took the piss at Jamesâ expense.Â
âOh, James, youâd really like this.â You insisted then, interrupting James from his musings as you held your plate out for him to take a helping for his own plate.Â
âAwe, you guys are sweet.â Lily commented before she accepted a bite from James who had, indeed, really liked what you had ordered.Â
âRemus is already feeding you enough over there, donât even think about it.â Sirius called over to Regulus who was actually not thinking about it at all, thank you very much, earning him a glare from his brother.Â
And thatâs when it hit James.
âWait a second.â He commented, causing everyone to look at him warily. âSirius is dating my sister,â he started, ignoring Siriusâ groan and Remusâ quiet âhere we goâ, âand Remus is dating Siriusâ brotherâŚthen what about me?â
Regulus let out an inelegant snort as Lily scoffed in offence. âWhat do you mean âwhat about meâ!?â She shrilled.Â
âProngs, listen,â Sirius whispered conspiratorially, âI donât want to alarm you, but youâre very close to losing the girl you spent six long years trying to snag.â
But before James could blanche (or beg for Lilyâs forgiveness), Remus chuckled. âDonât worry, James. Iâll claim Lily as a sibling and then you can be dating my sister.â
âWhat the fuck?â Regulus muttered at the same time Lily murmured âyouâll what?â and James cheered âthatâs brilliant!â.Â
âWhy on earth would that matter?â Regulus asked, though the end of his sentence trailed off when you started shaking your head.Â
âItâs best not to question it, Reg.â You offered him knowingly.Â
âFine.â Lily muttered, nodding her chin over at Remus. âThen you have to share your chips.âÂ
In response, Remus lobbed one across the table, hitting her right in the forehead which started a petty sibling squabble right there in the middle of The Three Broomsticks.
âYes.â James whispered reverently. âThis is perfect.âÂ
âWere the jelly slugs worth it then?â Sirius murmured into your cheek as James cackled at the pettiness between the pseudo-siblings and Regulus threatened to bring them all back to the castle with no dessert if they didnât smarten up.Â
You smirked as you turned your face towards his, though he made no effort to create space for you which left the two of you basically nose to nose. âAt least I got something out of this.â
âI got something out of this.â Sirius said easily, continuing when you raised an eyebrow at him. âI got to spend an evening with my girl. Thatâs worth any nonsense.âÂ
You smiled before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, reciprocating quickly when he greedily demanded more. âWell then, happy birthday to James Potter, I guess.â
Happy birthday to James, indeed.
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newly creds | S.R.
in which the BAU team wants to see your newly issued credentials
who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader
category: fluff
content warnings: marriage. changing your name. slightly suggestive at the end but nothing explicit.
word count: 498
a/n: first and foremost, thank you so much for 100 followers AND for almost 3k likes i am so astounded by this im just so grateful. i absolutely wrote this while i was supposed to be doing privacy law homework. very proud of the title too. also today is my birthday so legally you have to like and reblog this!!! please enjoy <3
âSo, letâs see it,â Derek prodded as he leaned over your desk, obviously searching the surface of it for something.
You peered up at him, âCan I help you?â
Before he could properly answer you, Emily entered the bullpen. Her eyes found you and she hastily piled her things on her desk before joining Morgan next to yours. âDo you have it?â She asked, dark hair shining as she inspected your desk.
Obviously, you had missed some sort of memo about whatever âitâ is. âI have uh, half of a bagel?â You offered helplessly, gesturing to your unfinished breakfast that was waiting patiently for you on top of a napkin.
âY/N!â Penelope called your name from the glass doors she was rushing through, âDid I miss it? I want to see!â
Spencer rounded the corner of your desk, slowly placing a mug of fresh coffee on your desk, next to your abandoned bagel. âWhatâs going on?â He asked, carefully bringing his cup of coffee to his mouth to take a sip.
You shrugged, âThey all want to see something but wonât tell me what âitâ is.â You grumbled, holding out your left hand, âIs this it?â The whole team had seen your ring already, Emily, Penelope, and JJ had even helped Spencer pick it out. You wondered if maybe they all wanted to see the engagement ring with your wedding band.
âY/N,â another voice called, you resisted the urge to bury your face in your hands as you turned to face JJ. âDid you get the envelope that was on your desk? It got delivered to me by mistake, but I kept it safe while you two were honeymooning.â
Your lips parted, âOh!â Quickly, you realized what everyone was pestering you about. You and Spencer had just gotten back from your weeklong honeymoon. The both of you got to work first, just to find a package on your desk. Rolling your chair back slightly, you rolled your eyes, âYou know, you all couldâve just said something.â
You reached into your desk drawer and pulled out your credentials before unclipping your badge from your belt loop. Handing your creds to Derek and your badge to Garcia, who squealed in excitement, you couldnât help but smile at Spencer. âSSA Y/N Reid,â Derek said, sounding like a proud parent.
Spencer placed a hand on your shoulder, and you beamed, âI wasnât expecting them so quickly, I donât even have my new driverâs license yet.â
âDoes this mean youâre both going to answer to Reid now?â Emily asked, smiling at the prospect of confusion.
Shaking your head, you took your badge back, âNot unless itâs a prank. Hotch actually specifically asked us not to do that.â
âWelcome back,â Rossi said, walking into the bullpen and passing your desk. âI sure hope the two of you had the same kind of fun I did on my third honeymoon,â he teased, winking as he continued up to his office.
Spencer choked on his coffee.
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first kiss
There are many rumours about Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. Steve only gets his weed from the freak because he gives good discount and sloppy heads. (That rumour is on the jocks of Hawkins High. yes, Steve gets his weed from Eddie, no he doesn't get sloppy heads from Eddie though he thinks the metal head would probably be good at it.)
They've once raced against each other and Eddie won. Beamer against shabby, rusty Van. It's said that Eddie pushed Steve off the road and then left him in a ditch. (The truth is that Steve crashed the beamer one night in '85 after weeks of nightmares and the need to drive through Hawkins to make sure that no demodog would attack his kids. Eddie merely helped him and the beamer out of the ditch.)
They've been friends looooong before the Upside Down. (This is from the kids, specifically from Dustin. And it is anything but true.)
Steve and Eddie made out once in 1981. With their hands down their pants, tongue far up in each others mouths. (This is from a cheerleader who graduated in '82).
This is...well...true. To a point! No hands in pants, but yeah, Steve and Eddie onces kissed. To be specific, it was Steve's first kiss, for both of them really.
Winter '81 at Michael Carvers birthday party where Steve was invited as the youngest basketball player in the team and Eddie was there to sell weed.
Somehow, Steve got pulled into a round of 7 minutes in Heaven by said cheerleader (which had been a trick, a little prank on little Stevie because there had been no 7 minutes in heaven, just some giggling cheerleaders and a perplexed Eddie Munson selling weed out off Carvers pantry).
The moment Steve was shoved into the tiny, dark space with no one but the freak, he had 2 options: run and be the joke of the school or stay and become an enigma in his first year of Highschool.
So, Steve stayed.
'Pre-rolled or a baggy?' Eddie, sitting on a chair, had asked with a drawl which would have been intimidating if his voice hadn't broken right then.
'7 minutes in hell' Steve simply said, ignoring both the lunchbox on Eddie's knees and the funny crack of his voice.
the other boy leaned back, head tilted like a confused puppy, 'Isn't it 7 minutes in Heaven?'
Steve shrugged his shoulders, 'probably depends on who's with you, you know?'
And that made Eddie laugh, head bend, eyes squeezed shut, a nice, rumbling sort of sound escaping his lips.
'Good point', he'd said and closed the lunchbox before leaning closer, 'What'cha intend to do about it?'
Until this very moment, Steve didn't know, hadn't had a clue, but when the laughter of the cheerleaders from the other side of the door reached his ears, he shrugged again and said, 'probably kiss you until the 7 minutes are over and then buy a pre-rolled.'
'You don't mind that they might called you a fag?'
For a moment, Steve thought about it, but then shrugged again. He wasn't one, liked girls just fine and if anything, he thinks Lucy from geography definitely would like to hold his hands.
'Nah, I don't mind.'
And before the other boy could say anything, Steve marched closer and bend down, one hand on Eddie's knee, the other on his smooth cheek.
'But I'm not gonna kiss you if you don't want it,' he said right against Eddie's lips. Eddie, who looked startled and wide-eyed, lips slightly parted. Steve knew that he sounded far more confident than he actually felt, and he was just so very grateful that his hands weren't as sweaty with nervousness as the lower part of his back. He just hoped that he smelled nice.
'5 more minutes,' someone called out and Eddie jerked against Steveâs hands.
'OK,' he said quietly, sounding so small and Steve felt for him, so he said, honest and with a bit vulnerability, 'it's my first kiss.'
Before Eddie could say anything, however, Steve kissed him. Just a light pressure of lips against lips. He stopped, leaned back to look at Eddie only to find him with his eyes closed, so Steve leaned in again. One peck, two, a third, and then Eddie's hand closed around Steve's waist to move him closer, right between his parted legs. Another hand reached for Steve's head, slightly cold fingers curled into his hair and Eddie's thumb began to brush almost gently over Steve's ear. It felt electrifying. He hummed. This time, when their lips met, they opened and Steve carefully let his tongue run along Eddie's lower lip. He's met with a heavy exhale and something like a quiet whine. It's sounded like heaven, so he did it again only to feel Eddie's tongue against his. Wet, Steve thought at first, a bit slimey, but then Eddie grabbed his head harder and opened his mouth wider and with it, Eddie's tongue brushed against his, and it felt like nothing Steve's ever felt before. Warm and fuzzy and lovely, and Eddie tasted like mint gums and spit. He groaned. Steve reached for Eddie's hair, short and curly and so soft against his hand and somehow he's not standing anymore but sitting on Eddie's lap, their chests touching. When Steve's teeth accidently dug into Eddie's wonderfully plush bottom lip, he moaned into Steve's mouth. It was as if the sound echoed through Steve's bones. So he did it again. And again, nails digging into Eddie's neck to keep him close. The hand on Steve's waist trailed along his waistband and then under Steve's shirt to tickle his stomach and before thinking too much, he pressed into it.
Eddie tilted his head and brushed his tongue against Steve's and then against his teeth and lips and before he knew what was happening, Eddie's beautiful, unskilled mouth, left his lips and trailed along his jaw to his ear, gently biting into the flesh behind it. And Steve outright moaned loud enough for the sound to travel outside of the pantry.
'30 more seconds' came a snickering answer and the two boys jumped apart. Eddie's cheeks and neck were flushed bright red, his lips shiny with spit, his hair a mess and Steve knew he probably looked just the same. They both panted, Steve's heart running a mile a minute.
'Oh,' he said, still feeling Eddie's touch against his skin (and wanting more.)
He wanted more!
Both of them tried to put their clothes and hair in order, breathing heavily and just as Steve put his hand on the doorknob to leave the tiny room, Eddie said, 'You were my first kiss, too.'
5 years later, after battles and almost dying, Steve lies on Eddie's new (thankfully clean) mattress and says with a small smile, 'best first kiss ever,' only for Eddie to smirk and say, 'We could repeat it, you know?'
They've been best friends for the last few months, similar but so much different from how Steve and Robin are best friends, but when Steve looks at Eddie and his pink lips and the way his cheeks are hot and his eyes twinkle with something more, he knows that they could be so much more...
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Dreams, A Nightmare and A Kiss
Summary: Logan x Fe!Reader -> After you have a dream about Logan, your brain can't seem to forget it. And neither will Logan.
Disclaimer: Descriptions of torture, crying, a creepy guy. Apart from that, teasing, fluff, a little dash of steam at the end. Not Proof Read
You kept having this recurring dream. Or maybe it was a nightmare. It was hard to tell. What do you call it when, what seems like a dream, turns into a very awkward situation where you donât know what to do with yourself when you wake up?Â
Do you try to forget it ever happened? Do you talk to someone about it? Do you talk to the person about it? Are you meant to talk to the person about it? Or would consulting a psychiatrist be easier, considering the person who you dreamt aboutâŚwas not someone you would, or even should be dreaming about?
âMorning.âÂ
Storm placed down her coffee on the table before pulling out her chair. âPenny for your thoughts?â
âWhat?â
Storm pointed at you, âYou look like youâre thinking too hard.â
âToo hard for this early in the morning,â you mumbled.Â
âWell, then, talk to me. Maybe I can help.â
âI donât think even the world's best psychiatrist can help me with this one.â
Storm shrugged. âMaybe you donât need the worldâs best. Come on, try me.â
You took a moment and looked at Storm. Maybe it was worth a goâŚ
âOkay,â you sighed. Storm got comfortable in her seat and leaned forward. Meanwhile, you practically had to pull your legs under the table and untrap your hands from between them.Â
âI had a dream.â
âYou had a dream?â
You nodded, trying your best to look her in they eyes when you spoke. Was you really going to admit this outloud to someone?Â
âI had aâŚdream.â
It took her a minute. âOhâŚoh. Okay, well anyone will tell you thatâs normal. Healthy even. You know, sometimes-â
âAbout Logan.â
Storm faltered and then came to a full stop, her hand still in the air and her jaw slacked. âLogan.â
Storm spoke slowly as she looked at you, trying to gauge if this was some big prank you were playing on her. It wasnât April.Â
âLâŚogan?â She asked this time, just to be sure.Â
You nodded.Â
âOur Logan?â
âDo you know any other Loganâs?â
Storm shook her head and blinked her eyes for one second too long before coming back into movement. âNo, I guess not. SoâŚwhatâs the issue?â
You looked at her like she was both crazy and confusing. âYou donât see the issue?â
Storm shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee. âNot particularly. I mean, it is a little odd consideringâŚwell considering you two arenât the mostâŚharmonious.â
âUnderstatement.â
And it was.Â
Both yourself and Logan, although civil most of the time, werenât exactly known for being best pals.Â
âSo what was it about?â
âOroro!â
She just smiled, âWhat? I want to know. How was it?â
âIâŚI canât answer that.â
âSure you can! Oh, come on, Y/n. You canât tell a girl you and Logan sharedâŚsomething and not tell her about it.â
You sighed, âYes, I can.â
âOh my god,â Storm smiled, leaning back in her chair. âYou liked it.â
âWhat?â You could practically feel your face bursting into flames. âN-no. No I didnât.â
But she just laughed in response. âYou sooo totally want it to happen in real life.â
âWant what to happen?âÂ
You practically squealed with fright as both you and Storm sat straighter in your chairs and turned to see Logan walk through the door and over to the coffee machine.Â
âUhhh, nothing. Nothing at all. How did you sleep?â
From pouring coffee, Logan repeated your question. âHow did I sleep?â
You nodded, willing the redness from your face to disappear. The grip you had held on the back of your chair as you twisted your body was growing stronger by the minute.Â
âYeah.â
Logan placed the coffee pot back in its place and looked to Storm. âIs she okay?â
Then you felt yourself go back to normal. âIâm fine, Logan.â
Logan looked back at you. The general look of disgust and disinterest, a little more prominent on your face.Â
âI slept fine.â Logan answered. Then his face turned into a grin he was holding back. Well. Trying to hold back. âHow did you sleep, Y/n?â
Storm watched your eyes widen for a second and the blush heated your face once more. âFine.â you were forced out.Â
Logan just nodded and sipped his coffee. âAnd you? Storm?â
âLike a baby.â
Logan nodded and smiled. âGood. Good.â
Then the bell went. âI better get going. I guess Iâll see you later. Or should I say tonight?â
Logan watched as your face twisted from nothing, to confusion, to shock to embarrassment toâŚturning around and hiding it completely.Â
âHave a nice day, ladies.â
Covering your face, you hid it on the table, letting your muffled voice speak out from your arms as Storm placed a hand on your back. âHow much do you think he heard?â
âNot muchâŚI think.â Storm looked behind her, a pained look on her face for you. âIf he had heard it all, he would have gloated more.â
You gave a whimper in pain and Storm placed her hand on the back of your head. âIt shouldnât be too bad.â
âItâs Logan.â
âOkay, so youâre screwed.â
Thankfully, you had managed to avoid Logan all day. Jean had found you hiding in the teacherâs lounge when you knew Logan was teaching. Even him thinking you were alone in your classroom was hard enough.Â
âYou donât have anything that could reverse time? Or make me forget all of today?â
Jean smiled, âNo. I donât think so. But Storm told me what happened.â
âOh, God.â You groaned, placing down your food by your feet and burying your head by your knees. âHow many people know?â
âJust me and Storm,â Jean assured you. âAnd Logan,â she added.Â
You groaned again.Â
However, now that everything was finally silent, you took time to breathe. Maybe Logan would finally drop it.Â
Not that he had said anything to you apart from that morning. ButâŚit was Logan. When it came to you, heâd never let you live it down.Â
Stepping a little higher on your feet, you reached into the back of the cupboard to try and find the last box of tea bags. Why Scott had been assigned to stock away the one thing he didnât drink was beyond you. He always put it at the very back of everything on the top shelf of the cupboard.Â
Not even on the first shelf at the back.Â
No, heâd rather have you pull a muscle or get yet another bruise from the knobs on the oven.Â
Finally reaching it, you stepped back and closed the cupboard door just as someone shouted your name.Â
You let out a little scream that was followed by his laughter.Â
âLogan! Jesus Christ.â
He smiled sheepishly, âSorry. Was just too easy.â
You gave him a glare and bent down to pick up your box of tea bags before walking away to the other side of the kitchen where you had left the kettle by the sink.Â
âItâs almost midnight. Donât just sneak up on a girl like that.â
âForgive me.â He was still smiling. Even with your back to him, you could tell. âBut I figured youâd be busy dreaming about me.â
âHaving a nightmare, more like.âÂ
âOh, come on. You had a dream about me. Admit it.â
You scoffed and rolled your eyes before pushing down the kettle lid and placing it back on its holder before flicking the switch on.Â
âOh, please. You just want to gloat.â
âNo, no. Okay, maybe a little.â Logan lowered his hands before using them to lift himself onto the counter where you stood by the island, chopping up some carrots. âWhat are you? The Easter Bunny?â Logan lifted a piece before putting it back down.Â
With the knife still in your hand, you made direct eye contact as you pushed the knife down hard, listening to the snap of the carrot before returning your gaze to it.Â
âSoâŚtell me.â Logan began, picking up yet another piece of carrot yet this time eating it. âWhat was it about?â
âWhat was what about?â
âYour dream.â
âLogan,â you sighed.Â
âWhat? Oh come on, we both know you dreamt of me. You could at least tell me what it was about considering you didnât ask for my consent.â
You looked at him for a moment before walking away, towards the kettle that had finished boiling.Â
Pouring the hot water into the cups, back on the island, you returned the kettle to its place, allowing the bags to steep in the water for a while.Â
âCome on, you know you want to tell me.â
âI donât want to tell you anything.â
âDid we kiss?â Logan asked, trying to find his answers. âDid we have sex? Sorry, make love. Did we get married? Did we-â
You sighed, placing down the knife. âWe did nothing, Logan. I had a dream. You just happened to be there.â
âSo what happened?â
âNothing happened.â
Logan gave a coy look and lent down a little so he was closer to you. âSomething happened.â
âNothing happened.â You pressed. âTrust me, if anything you just asked me happened between me and you in any capacity, Iâd be calling it a nightmare.â
Logan pouted and held his hand over his heart. âOh, how you wound me.â
âYouâre a grown man, Logan. Deal with it.â
Logan laughed, taking a couple steps back. âOkay, okay. Iâll drop it.â
âThank you.âÂ
âFor now.â
Leaning closer to you and over you, Logan reached for the second cup you hadnât realised you had made of tea and took a handful of carrots with him.Â
You berated yourself for having closed your eyes for a split second, letting his touch warm you.Â
Logan was not a man you should or would ever go for.Â
But Storm was right.Â
You did enjoy it.Â
You just never wanted Logan to know that.Â
Over the following days, you could feel Loganâs eyes on you wherever you went. From the both of you standing by your classroom doors, watching the kids leave your classroom and making sure the right ones came in.Â
Some students recently had a tendency to swap certain classes for others.Â
Or like when you were at dinner and sat outside. From the grass below where he was coaching a game of baseball, you caught him looking at you and smiling as he turned away.Â
So, when you saw him again in the empty hallway, you pushed him inside the nearest classroom.Â
At least, what you thought was the nearest classroom. Turned out to be a storage room for school supplies.Â
âOkay, what the hell is wrong with you?â
âI could ask you the same thing. You know, I think this is against the law, holding someone hostage inside a storage closet.â
âEvery day this week, youâve been staring at me. Why? Do I have something on my face? Or are you trying to see if youâve suddenly developed telekinetic powers?â
Rather than replying, Logan just looked at you. Was heâŚstudying you?
âYou had another dream.â
You reeled back for a moment, trying your best not to squirm under his gaze. âExcuse me?â
Logan couldnât help but smile. Or maybe it was a smirk.Â
âYou had another dream.â Logan repeated. âWas it any different, or was this just part two.â
âYouâre enjoying this, arenât you?â
Logan shrugged. âItâs not every day you learn that someone is in love with you.â
You practically laughed. âIn love? With you? Oh, thatâll be the day.â
Logan practically sang what he said next. âOh, you are so totally falling in love with me.â
âLike hell.â
âOh,â he laughed. âSheâs already prepared the wedding vows.â
âI hate you.â
âLove you, too, Sweetheart.â
However, before you could reply to Loganâs statement, you both turned and found the door wide open.Â
âRouge,â you almost yelled her name in surprise.Â
âHey. Sorry aboutâŚinterrupting. I just need someâŚâ She pointed to behind both of you where the stack of boxed pencils were kept.Â
Logan reached behind him and handed her a box. âHere you go, kid.â
âThanks. I guess Iâll just uhâŚâÂ
Closing the door on both of you, she walked away, hearing a small thud on the door behind her.Â
Little did she know it was your head.Â
âBe careful, she might be thinking weâre doing something else in here.â
âI hate you,â you groaned.Â
âLove you, too, Sweetheart.â Logan repeated, folding his arms and smiling.Â
Turning the door handle, you swung open the door and walked out of it.Â
It was halfway through the next day before you saw Logan, and it wasnât exactly what you had in mind when you thought you next saw him.Â
The heating on the top floor of the school; the floor which both yourself and Logan, along with a couple of other pupils happened to sleep on, hadnât been working for a month.Â
A trustworthy company couldnât come out to inspect it for at least that time but now that they are finally here, part of you wished they hadnât turned up at all.Â
Because, for as much as you enjoyed talking to people, one of their tradesmenâŚyou would have happily gone your whole life without ever having spoken to them.Â
From the minute he walked in the door, he had been eyeing you up like you were his next meal. He always stood too close for comfort, trying his best to leave his hot breath behind your ear whenever he spoke which only made your skin crawl and when he blatantly started flirting with youâŚyou more than obvious distance and replies of âNo,â didnât seem to do the trick.Â
âIâm married.â
âI donât see your husband anywhere, sweet cheeks. We could always get to know each other a little better, if you catch my drift.â
Then Logan turned down the hall.Â
Finally spotting him, you gave a smile of relief.Â
âLogan!â
He started walking closer to you.Â
âHere he is, my husband,â you took him by the arm, putting him between yourself and one of the tradesmen. âLogan.â
Logan looked at you with a slightly confused look whilst you looked both scared, panicked (for two reasons) and was forcing a smile on your face the whole time.Â
Logan took a breath and turned back to the tradesman who had everything, save from the actual word written across his head in bold ink, creepy going for him.Â
âCan I help you?â
The guy practically tumbled back. âNo, no. Just having a conversation. I guess Iâll get back to work.â
You watched as the guy tripped over his own feet trying to scurry away from yourself and Logan, neither of you missing the way the guy told two other workmates of his that you were, in fact, married.Â
âThank you. Iâm sorry I dragged you into that but- Why are you smiling?â
Logan shook his head, standing in front of you, pressing his hands behind his back and bouncing on his feet. âNo reason.â
You relaxed your face. âHe was being a creep. What would you have had me do?â
âCome and got me.â Logan answered honestly. âButâŚI was right.â
âRight about what?â
âYou had written the vows.â
With your arms crossed, your eyebrows relaxed as you looked at him. âI want a divorce.â
âOoh, do you not remember, Sweetheart? That night you burned the marriage certificate?â
You started walking away.Â
âWhat was it that you said?â
Logan followed after you.Â
âGood luck returning me without the receipt. Now, that is better than Shakespeare, donât you think?â
âI hate you.â
âSee, I donât think you do. ConsideringâŚâ
âConsidering what?â
âThe fact that you keep dreaming about me.â
You sighed. âI already told you, it wasnât about you. You were just in it.â
âOh, thatâs true love if I ever did see it.â
âDonât you have a class to teach?â You asked as you turned into the kitchen.Â
âI wonder what we did this time? Frolic on the beach? Have to say though, Iâm not one to frolic anymore, but I could make an exception-â
You stuffed an apple into his mouth before turning to face him. âRemind me, how does the saying go again? An apple a day keeps your wife from killing you in your sleep?â
Walking away, you headed through the back doors and outside leaving Logan to bite down on his apple, all the while smiling.Â
Something that you didnât think through however, was having to keep the rouse up. And it wasnât long before everyone knew. At least, all of the team knew.Â
âI hear congratulations are in order,â Xavier said as he entered into the living room where you were sitting on one end of the sofa, curled up with a book, whilst Logan sat diagonal to you across the table, spread out, grading papers.Â
âI have to say though, I thought Iâd at least get an invite.â
Logan smiled, âThat makes two of us.â
You just glared from over your book before going back to reading.Â
âI have to say also, you both make a very cute couple. Of course, I was betting on it taking an extra couple of months.â
âI think Y/n helped to speed things up a little.â
You continued to glare. âYouâre really enjoying this, arenât you?â
âHow could you tell?â
Rolling your eyes, you went back to trying to read your book.Â
âWell, I suppose I best leave you both alone. What with you two still being in the honeymoon stage and all.â
Charles chuckled to himself as he left the room, not forgetting to shut the door behind him.Â
You and Logan remained in silence for a while longer. However, Logan didnât miss your gaze. Every couple of minutes you would look up and watch him. He could feel your eyes on him, heating his skin from under all his metal.Â
âYou know, if you didnât keep staring at me every five minutes, you might have finished your book.â
âWhat?â
âOoh, feigning disinterest. How original.â
After a moment, Logan stood and started walking over towards you. âYou know, you could just ask.â
âAsk what?â
Logan sat beside you on the sofa, facing you, leaning in a little closer. âIf thatâs what it would be like?â
âIfâŚwhat would be like what?â
Loganâs arms fell to either side of you on the sofa, caging you in. âIf thatâs what it would be like for us to be in the same room as each other without fighting. Iâm sure youâve thought about me once or twice. Itâs nothing to be ashamed about.â
âAm I really that transparent to you?â
Logan practically smirked as his head tilted a little and he came closer to you. âYou forget I can hear your heartbeat, Sweetheart.â
Your lips parted for a moment, feeling your heart rate increase even more.Â
âI think youâre forgetting something else, too.â
âWhatâs that?â
Logan reached for you. Or rather, behind you.Â
Pulling the cord, the lamp came on.Â
âYou hate me.â
That night, you lay awake in bed, wishing and hoping and praying on every goddamn star in the sky that you wouldnât dream about him again.Â
That you wouldnât dream about the way his touch warmed yours, or how he would kiss you in all the right places, willing his name from your lips. That you wouldnât dream about his arms wrapping around you or how, in a dark bedroom alone, you would hear the shower turn off only to have him emerge in a billow of steam like some kind of Greek or Roman God, just wrapped in a towel looking at you likeâŚthat.Â
 That you wouldnât dream about him in a way that you wouldnât let yourself acknowledge. That you wouldnât want to outwardly and knowingly fall in love with him, and have him fall right back.Â
But, of course, the wishing and the hoping and the praying didnât work.Â
Because when you next opened your eyes, you were left with the memories of a dream that included not only you teaching â like you did most days of the week â but the classroom emptying to allow both yourself and Logan some privacy where he placed his hand against your stomach and kissed you. âSheâs got her daddyâs strength, all right. I feel like Iâm being kicked by a horse.â
You woke up with the fading feeling of the gentle yet firm hand Logan had on your stomach, and your heartâs growth fading a little when you realised it was just a dream.Â
For the fifth dream in the space of a week, you were beginning to think you were cursed. Or, at the very least, had a problem.Â
However, it all changed when you woke up in a sweat.Â
Finally, three days had passed and no dreams at all. Nothing to do with Logan. Not even a single thought whilst you were asleep.Â
And then things grew dark.Â
You had been running. For your life. All around you, stars were falling from the sky, hitting the ground and shaking it from beneath you. Each way you turned kicked dirt into your face, making it harder to breathe. Your lungs felt like they were on fire before you finally reached a set of metal doors.Â
Inside, you ran around, dipping in and around different stacked crates, your head whipping around you trying to check all angles. âWhere are you?â you kept asking yourself. âPlease be here.âÂ
Then you found him.Â
But you heard him first.Â
A scream.Â
Turning, the room turned with you until you found yourself in some kind of lab. Logan strapped to the table, and just as you stepped forward you found yourself being held back by two soldiers who had to be at least seven feet tall and six feet wide.Â
No matter how you moved, you couldnât.Â
They were branding Logan. Burning him with needles and different iron poles and wires. He was screaming in pain, unable to turn his body away from it.Â
âStop! Stop! Youâre hurting him! Please! Stop!â
But they couldnât hear you. No glass was in front of you, but there might as well have been.Â
âNo! Logan! Please! Stop hurting! JustâŚPlease!â
Logan now turned to look at you. And as he did, your heart broke. He wasnât walking away from this one. Looking at you, you saw silent tears roll from his eyes and down his cheek. âIâm okay. Iâll be okay.â
âLoganâŚâÂ
Your body was becoming limp in the soldiers arms.Â
âIâm sorry, Sweetheart. Iâm-â With a hot iron rod to his back, he screamed out in pain trying to move away from it.Â
You screamed again, willing them to stop hurting him. To hurt you instead. But they wouldnât. It was killing you. And everyone could see that. Even Logan as he took his last look.Â
You called out his name.Â
And woke up, calling out his name as you threw yourself to sit up in bed.Â
Around you, your entire room was cased in darkness save for the moon-light flooding in. It wasnât much, but it was enough for you to make out the outline of your room and the things in it.Â
It took you a moment to catch your breath long enough to find a clear head to know your body was moving.Â
Pulling the covers from you, you made your way out of your room and down the hall before you found his room. Except, as your hand hovered over the knob, it swung open and you stepped back. Whatever breath you had caught in your room was once again gone.Â
Logan stood, his eyes adjusting to the light from the hallway, shirtless. Along with the pyjama bottoms Rouge had given him in a set last Christmas.Â
âY/nâŚI was just coming to check on you. Are you-âÂ
Surprising Logan, and perhaps yourself, you hugged him. Tight. âOkay?â Logan finished his question but didnât expect an answer.Â
It took him a moment, but he quickly wrapped his arms around you. Even though he could, he didnât need to hear your heartbeat to know you were nervous, scared and relieved all at the same time. You were still shaking and you were just starting to catch your breath again.Â
âI heard you shout meâŚare you okay?â Logan asked in a soft voice.Â
You just tightened your grip. âI thoughtâŚ.I thoughtâŚâ
Logan shook his head. Feeling your heart bash against your rib cage and into his was enough to let him know now wasnât the time.Â
âYou donât have to explain right now. Come and lie down.â
And you did.Â
Letting go of Logan for a moment, he led you inside, shutting the door behind him and lifting the covers for you to slide inside.Â
He lay down next to you and held onto your hand, two fingers holding onto your wrist.Â
He had more natural light in his room which allowed him to see you a little clearer in the dark as you lay and faced him.Â
He pressed your hand over his heart and he spoke to you softer than he ever had before.Â
âJust count my heartbeats.â
And you did.Â
Logan began counting yours in his head as he held onto your wrist but soon lost count when your gaze eventually met his.Â
Your heart rate eventually also began to slow. Rather than having it thunder against your chest, leaving both you and Logan wondering if some kind of Looney Tunes spell had been cast on the school which would make your heart physically leap out of your chest, it beat like normal.Â
He watched as your eyes started to grow heavier before they finally closed and your breathing became even. And only once that happened, did he allow himself to relax.Â
By the time you woke up, you found your own nose and forehead pressed lightly against Loganâs, your bodies naturally falling closer together as his hand held onto yours whilst his other was pressed under your neck and against your pulse point.Â
Then you remembered last night. Your nightmare. Waking up in a sweat. Rushing down the hallway towards his room. Hugging him and never wanting to let go. His own heartbeat against the palm of your hand. His scent enveloping you whilst the heat from his body made you feel safe, warm and relaxed.Â
âHey,â
Softly, you brought your gaze back to Loganâs eyes. You never got to see this side of him. The fresh out of bed â in this case, in â look.Â
âHey.â
âDo you want to talk about last night?â
You swallowed lightly and shook your head. âIt was nothing.â
âYou had a nightmare.â
You looked away from him for a moment but felt his fingertips press into the back of your neck, begging you to look at him.Â
âIt wasnât nothing. PleaseâŚtalk to me.â
Your gaze flicked back and forth between his eyes, trying to get a read on him.Â
He really wanted to know.Â
âYou died, Logan. At leastâŚI think you did.â
And you went on to explain. About the running, the cave, the metal rods, the screaming, the shouting, the soldiers â all of it.Â
Every final detail.Â
âAll I wanted was to get to you. To make it stop. But I couldnât. You were screaming in pain and telling me you were going to be okay. I wanted to get you out- I needed to get you out. But every time I tried to moveâŚâ
Your voice broke, your eyes filled and Logan felt his own heart break looking at you. How he wished he could erase it. How all he wanted to do in that moment was erase away your pain.Â
Logan shushed you a little before pulling his hand from yours that he had continued holding, to allow his arm to go around your back, pulling you flush against him.Â
The hand that had been by your neck, pushed to the bottom of your hair line, his fingers tangling with your strands.Â
With a pressed kiss to your temple, Logan shook his head. âIt was just a nightmare. Iâm here. Youâre here. Weâre both safe. Hey, hey.â
Logan pushed himself back for a moment to be able to look at you. His thumb traced under your eye, brushing the tears away before they could fall down your face.Â
âAt least this is how I find out, maybe you donât hate me.â
You laughed a little at that. âYouâre a jackass.â
âMaybe,â Logan shrugged. âBut youâre in love with me anyway.â
With a scoff and a smile, despite how much you tried not to, you hit Logan in his chest. He chuckled softly for a moment, taking hold of your hand before you could do him any more bodily harm.Â
Not that he probably even felt you hit him. He was 90% metal. It probably would bruise you if you actually hit him.Â
But when Logan took your hand, things seemed to slow down.Â
With his gaze on you, his fingers started tracing your hand. His thumb working its way from your wrist to your palm, all the while his fingers traced up and curled around your own before your hand was flush against his, your fingers only a movement away from falling and intertwining against his.Â
And they did.Â
Logan took a minute to look at where your hands joined and any control he had over his heartbeat disappeared into an oblivion.Â
He looked back at you.Â
His fingers locked with yours and you felt your body shift closer towards him. Not fully aware of his own body, Logan had leaned up a little further from his pillow and leaning in closer towards you.Â
You were both hesitant, at first. Unsure of what was happening, but fully aware that it was.Â
The kiss was soft. Unfamiliar. Neither of you had expected this to happen when you had woken up. In all honesty, neither of you had expected it to ever happen.Â
Well, maybe your subconscious.Â
But that was a debate for another time.Â
However, as it came to an end, reality stuck Logan. He had kissed you. You had come to him because you had a nightmare. You had stayed by his side, in his room, for the rest of the night. And now he had kissed you.Â
You were right.Â
He was a jackass.Â
âIâŚIâm sorry. I shouldnât have-â
You shook your head and furrowed your eyebrows. Your own internal monologue was having a whale of a time confusing you. Convincing you that the kiss didnât happen. Then that was always meant to happen. That maybeâŚmaybe it was always meant to feel like that. Or maybe it was never meant to feel like that.Â
âLoganâŚâ
For a brief moment, Logan looked confused. Were you going to yell at him? Curse him?Â
No.Â
Instead, you untangled your hand from his and Logan felt his heart sink. Then stop.Â
That same hand slowly, hesitantly, reached for his cheek and youâŚ
Kissed him.Â
Again.Â
This time, it was more searching and more familiar. More trusted.Â
His hand now free, Logan pressed his hand to your own face, drawing you in closer whilst his arm curved around you and he allowed his hand to slip over your shoulder, down you back, towards your hip and up, inside the back of your t-shirt.Â
His touch was warming to you.Â
Your own hands traced down the side of his neck and up the side of his arm before meeting at the back, your nails scratching at the base of his hairline and neck.Â
Finally having moved you onto your back, Logan leaned over you, his weight shifting onto you a little.Â
Bringing his hands down to your hips, Logan lifted you a little further up the bed and you let out a small squeal.Â
And he smirked.Â
âJackass.â
âYou love it.â
Logan caught your smile against his own and pressed further into you, his legs slowly tangling with yours before he found his place locked between them.Â
Pushing the hair from your face with his hand, Logan and yourself continued searching each other. Pressing against the boundaries that had been your last partnership together.Â
Maybe it would take a short while to find your footing with each other. And maybe it would take even longer before you finally told Logan the truth about your first dream.Â
And maybe, when you finally did, he spent the entire night helping you recreate it. Proving that the reality was better and so much more than your dream.Â
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Zack pulling an absolute BIG BRAIN move tricking Brennan into dropping the charm & fear effect- PEAK cinema. PEAK performance. PEAK strategy. PEAK improv. the energy at the table was exhilarating. the was Emily and Siobhan were BUZZING with excitement. like teens anticipating a prank on their teacher. the way Brennan falls back in his chair, defeated. the way everyone celebrates. delicious. ineffable.
#dimension 20#fantasy high#fhjy#fantasy high junior year#thank you to the several people that pointed out the misspelling- i have no excuse im taking the L for this one guys!
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hey, huge fan of your writing! i was wondering if you could write about pulling a prank on lando where you tie your hair up and get down/kneel in front of him as if your about to give head but you actually end up grabbing something on the floor. also could it end in smut? thank you! xxx
Warnings: smut, oral (male!receiving)
Lando was gaming. He wasn't streaming, he wasn't playing with anybody else, he was just gaming.
She was, well, bored. And what do women do when they get bored? They go and annoy their boyfriends. But she'd already annoyed Lando enough times already. She couldn't do so again.
This wouldn't have counted as annoying him, surely. Not if it ended with her swallowing his cum. She knew that was how it was going to end, it was how things like this always ended.
"Lan." She gave a sultry giggle, one that had him sucking in a breath and stiffening up.
He paused his game and looked up at her. She pulled his chair back and gathered up her hair. She tied it in a ponytail and got down onto her knees.
"Shit, baby. Really?" Lando asked, voice full of hope as she sat back on her legs, her hands on his thighs. She was going to suck his dick, he thought. What else could she have been doing?
Well, she wasn't sucking his dick. She didn't unzip his shorts or pull out his dick. No, she picked something up from beneath his gaming chair, something he didn't see, and stood back up.
"Woah, hey," he said, grabbing a hold of her hand. "What're you doing?" ly.
She frowned at him, twirling her hair around her finger. "What, Lan?" She asked, oh so innocent.
He pouted. "Please," he begged, dragging it out. "You've got me all... worked up now."
She laughed as she got back to her knees. But, after her last display, Lando wasn't sure it was going to go anywhere. "You're such a baby," she said through her laugh as she fiddled with the button on his shorts. She popped it, but then did it up again.
"Yeah." His pout grew. "A horny baby." (LINDA BELCHER LETS GO)
Finally, she freed him from his shorts. He sucked in a breath, eyes fluttering shut as she wrapped her fingers around him. "This what you wanted?" She asked, voice teasing.
Lando sucked in a breath as he nodded. God, he was so desperate; it was pathetic. "I got you," she whispered and kissed his tip. His hips jolted.
One hand on his hips to keep him still, she took him between her mouth. Her mouth worked him, taking him in until her nose met the curls at his base. "Oh, holy fuck," he breathed.
As much as she tried, she couldn't hold him still. But that was fine, she'd become something of an expert when it came to Lando. She pulled back and let her tongue trace up his vein.
His hands met the back of her head and he thrust his hips forward. This she was fine with. She relaxed her jaw and sat still, eyes falling shut as Lando moved himself. The way she moaned around him had his hips stuttering. "Oh fuck," he hissed, slowing himself down.
But she kept moving, working him until he was spilling down her throat. She swallowed everything she gave him and pulled away to rest her head against his thigh. "Liked that?" She asked as she gently tucked him back into his shorts.
He swallowed and attempted to catch his breath. "Fucking hell," he muttered, pulling her up. "Yeah, no, that was amazing."
"Good," she said, untied her hair, and walked off.
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FLAVOR PROFILEâgn+afab!reader, references to pregnancy but nothing super intense+nothing gendered, oral sex (m!receiving), breeding, creampie, cum play, soft domestic Chuuya, Chuuya with baby fever, rough sex, dirty talk, teasing, nicknames (babydoll, baby, pretty, daddy in the sense of the breeding kink)
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He's holding his breath.
He doesn't realize it until you look to him, your eyes filled with laughter as the baby on the hip of the woman next to you reaches again for your hair.
I don't mind, you'd insisted with a smile when the mother apologized sheepishly over her shoulder for her handsy, outgoing childâyou really don't, and the restaurant lobby is rather packed, after all. It isn't somewhere Chuuya would usually take you out (he'd rather bring you somewhere more upscale and less public) but this is one of your favorite places, and when you'd suggested it for date night this month, he couldn't help but agree after seeing how excited you got to show it to him.
And now he's exhaling, subtly as he can, as you turn back to the baby, untangling its little grasp from your hair and offering up your fingers instead; a tiny hand wraps entirely around your index finger, and when your face lights up with a grin and you coo, the baby mirrors you, giggling in that way that babies doâall teeth, squinted eyes, and pink, chubby cheeks. The opposite tiny hand swats at you, which you laugh through but direct a quiet, hey, play nice to, and now that Chuuya relaxes his shoulders, he's able to feel his face go red not from lack of oxygen but from how unbelievably fucking adorable the scene playing out in front of him is.
He doesn't stop thinking about it, even after you and the baby have waved a regretful and playful goodbye as you made your way to your tableâone in a more secluded corner, much to his relief. Or, maybe, much to his disadvantage. There are images playing through his mind like a movieâyou with an infant on your hip, cradled in your arms; it sports a pop of bright ginger hair on its soft little head, and you kiss it with such care. You, spoon-feeding a baby, you dancing with its tiny feet on top of yours, you lighting up at its first intelligable words. Its auburn tuft gets longer. Maybe it's a boy. Chuuya's son. In a span of seconds, the boy child's early years flash before himâreading with him sleepy and cuddled between you, pitting him against one another in comical prank wars, opening his birthday presents, walking him to school, gently washing his locks that he got from his father.
Yes, he's fucked for tonight.
Once you're both seatedâhe pulls your chair out for you like the textbook gentleman he is, though his mind swimsâyou tilt your head on your hands and raise an eyebrow at him.
"You alright, honey?" you ask. "You're a little red."
"Yeah, yeah," he brushes you off. He can't get a thing past you. "Just warm in here, 's'all."
"It's not exactly our usual type of spot." You turn a little red yourself. "Sorry, Chuu."
"No," he half-snaps, thinking he'd come off as stuck upâfuck, he ought to assert himself softer right now, "no, I don't meanâit's not the place, it's justâ"
When he pauses to swallow, you tilt your head even more. It's rare that your slick-tongued, spitfire of a boyfriend is ever lost for words, so something must be up. You find a splinter of anxiety run through you as you wait for him to say something like he has to leave, boss's ordersâit wouldn't be the first or last time something like that had happened on date night, but his next words both quell your fear and spark your attention.
"âit was just really cute watching you with that baby."
Ah, you think, smirking. "Really? You think so?"
Chuuya nods, loosening his tie a bit, hoping you'll make maybe one more little quip and then let it go so he can focus on letting it go. It's absurd to him that something so small and innocent has him hot beneath the collar. You're at dinner, at your favorite placeâhe's not planning to ruin it over the fact that he can feel his dick twitching to life in his pants over thinking about you parenting his child. That can be for later. He's going to focus on letting it go and also the array of sandwiches the restaurant offers on the cute, laminated menu with curly designs framing the perimeter that he suddenly finds very intriguing.
He knows you're going to speak again. He just hopes it won't be the next words that are falling from your mouth as you bat your lashes at him coyly.
But it is.
Your gaze flicks down to the menuâthere's a wrap from here you always get, you're eyeing it with familiarityâbut you've been here a million times; you hardly need to zero in on that, not when you've reduced the man in front of you to short puffs of breath as he scans the menu with vacant eyes. He is much more interesting. Chuuya Nakahara, feared mafioso, most powerful ability user in Japan if not the world: flustered at the mere image of his partner bantering with a baby.
You right yourself, looking thoughtful. "You think we'd be good parents, Chuu?"
But that coyness doesn't leave your voice; he hesitates to look up at you, knowing you'll be sipping your complementary glass of water in a manner to match, avoiding his eyes so he has to chase them so he can answer you with a sharp glare instead of the words he's thinking that will come out cracked and desperateâa yeah, we would, or even don't be silly, because who is he kidding? He's a mafioso. He's got his hands full trying to protect you as it is. He's killed people. He's certainly not the worst of the worstâhe likes to think of himself as a man of morals, despite his professionâbut there are certainly circumstances for a child of the both of yours to possibly end up entangled in that make his stomach turn even now, before anything has happened, before anything can happen, but he's righted himself after the challenge of your question and the words are tumbling out, confident, bold, the way you're used to hearing themâa challenge right back to see if you'll biteâ
"Maybe we should find out."
Your eyes lock onto his then; a waitress floats by to refill your water glasses and ask if you're ready to order.
"We're gonna order to go," you say cordially, closing your menu. "If it's not too much trouble. Something came up."
"Of course," she chirps, pen and notepad scribbling down whatever it is that comes out of his mouth nextâit might what you got, it might not be, but Chuuya's hardly focused on that enough to knowâto care. "We'll get those right out for ya. Sit tight for about fifteen minutes, yeah?"
â
You sit tight for about fifteen minutes in the dining room, and then about fifteen minutes more on the back of Chuuya's motorcycleâthe ride to your apartment should normally take about thirty. You clutch the takeout bag, but you're more invested in the arm you have wrapped around his middle which drops down to stroke his thigh at red lights; it has his knuckles tight around the throttle.
It has his fingertip mashing madly against the elevator button up to your place; he's impatient, it's evident in the way his heels hardly meet the floor as he strides in, finds you, immediately hikes your leg up against him and kisses you hard before the doors slide shut. He doesn't care who sees. Pretty soon, he figures, everyone will be able to tell anyway; you'll be cradling his kid, the spitting image of him, on your hip everywhere you go and there'll be no doubt who you belong to. What's an innocent kiss in the elevator?
By the grace of some godâor maybe, to Chuuya's ilkâno one stops you on the way up. Well, less time to spend stumbling toward the door as you're grabbing the hem of his shirt, untucking it frantically from his pants; he's guiding you by the back of your neck through the door and slamming it shut as you toss your takeout on the counter and promptly forget about it entirely in favor of wrangling each other into your bedroom.
It's late, but not so late that a sliver of sunset doesn't fall like a invitation across the sheets of your bed, left messy and slept in and loved in from the night before. An orange beam strikes across Chuuya's face, already flushed on his own account and yours, as you crawl atop him, slot your hips together; his hat falls over the edge of the bed and you take it as an opportunity to card your fingers through his fiery bangs while he works your shirt up and off. Cup his jaw, allowing for hot puffs of breath against your lips. Linger down his throat and into the line of buttons that keeps youânot for longâfrom his gorgeous, sculpted chest and middle.
And the gasps you pull from him when your hands splay across his pecs, up his shoulders as you kiss and bite your way downâthey're like song.
"Oh, babydoll..." Chuuya's sighing, flicking his head up to watch you, then back at the bliss you so easily administer to his worn body; he's all rough edges, so ready to go, it's almost like torture to have you teasing your way down his abdomen with you tongue, taking it slow compared to where he wants to take youâbut then again, it's you, so fuck it, he'll take everything you give him. Your touch is enough to send him reeling in the sweetest way.
When you work his cock out of his dress pants, he's throbbing, sticky.
"God, I really got you riled up, huh, Chuu?" you tease, tracing a ring around the head of his cock that sends his head back again; he props himself up on his elbows to watch you, hungrily, still red, now redder at your words. "Something so simple, too."
"'S'it so strange to get hard thinkin' about knockin' you up?" he teases back, albeit more breathless than you.
You relish in the small moments like this where you have controlâwhere you're allowed to giggle and circle your tongue over the path your thumb just traced, lapping up his precum and letting your fingers settle delicately around his length. Where you get him to explain himself in low groans and lashes fluttering over his freckled cheeks. You make it a little show for him, every time, like it's customary, never mind how disgustingly you're soaking through your pants right now. You grind on nothing, acutely aware of how empty you are but so enamored with the man you have at your mercy in front of you as you hollow your cheeks and dip your chin to fit a few inches of him in your warm mouth. Low groan. You throb, sticky, too.
"Fuck..." he breathes, still-gloved hand coming to push your hair out of your face; you, doe-eyed and drooling, is a sight he won't, can't miss. You look so pretty sinking your face down onto him, and it sends a shimmer of pleasure all the way to his toes when your tongue traces another circle, this time around the middle of his cock; he's going to lose it so fast, he knows it.
Chuuya loves to watch you worship his cock.
Which leaves him momentarily torn between letting you keep going, letting you keep wiggling your ass in the air so cutely as you suck him, turn him into putty with your lips and tongue, or pulling you off him and stuffing you full as quickly as he possibly can. He watches you, watches you; mouth falling open when you swirl, eyes rolling back when you play with his balls, frozen, in heaven until he comes back to what it was he dragged you home so quick to do: make a baby.
Your nose is just reaching the coarse, red tuft of hair at the base of his cock when he's working you up, off him by your hair, by your wrists, willing you up onto your knees so he can shove his hands between the wretched barrier called your pants and yank them down. You fall into him, kissing him, ever harder.
"Chuuya," you gasp when the waist of your pants and underwear are at your thighs and you feel two cool leather digits circling around your clit. "Ahâ"
"Baby, 'need to fuck you, now," he mumbles with urgency against your lips; you're so fucking wet that you just tip onto your back to kick off your garmentsâhe does the same with the rest of hisâ and spread yourself wide open for him, taking note of the wild look in his eyes next to all the lust, all the lovesickness. You hold yourself open, clenching around nothing, feeling every inch of him as he slinks up your body and slides into you so easily, like he's meant to be there, like he's meant to be pumping you full.
"Gonna fill me up, Chuu?" You're relentless. For now. "Gonna have it drippin' outta me?"
"Unhâagh, oh, fuck," he curses as you clench around him now. "Not gonna let any of it go to waste, babydoll." You rock your hips as he bottoms out and you're reaching for his wrists, his hands, tearing his gloves off his lithe fingers as they're the only thing that keeps you from feeling him so fully now and soon they're gone, too, with the rest of your clothing, and you have him, you have his fingers between yours, clasping hard like they did around the handles of his bike while you left a wet patch on the seat, turning whiter than they ever have, it seems, now that he has a mission beyond just filling you up. He's going to do that, of course, but it's more than just cum; it's him. He wants to put a fucking baby in you.
Which is what he mutters against your neck as he moves, pulls back, and thrusts forward roughly the way he always does on the first oneâjust to hear you yelp. Now it's his turn to chuckle. You've had your control, and even though he knows more about the control you exert even when you're under him than he'll ever tell you, he relishes in it, too. The way you squirm, the way your knees snap shut around his waist; he smiles into your skin as he picks up his pace, leaning up to watch your head nod against the pillow with the force underscoring his rhythm.
"Fuck, Chuuya," you whisper as the tip of his nose brushes yours. "Love you."
"Love you," he chants back without a second thought, ginger curls curtaining against your face. "Gonna give you my fucking kids. Know we'll be the best parents."
You would giggle again if he wasn't knocking the wind out of you with his next stroke; this time, as it flashes across the back of his eyelids, it does across yours, too. A little redheaded baby, with your eyes, your nose. It has Chuuya pistoning into your cunt, sends sounds of your lovemaking echoing off the walls. The sunbeam slips out of the room, painting you both in the evening; a perfect evening, orange and blue, so much like him, deep like your love and the moans he tears from your throat each time he bullies his way against the entrance to your womb.
Chuuya spends time working you and himself upâhe always does. He knows how to angle himself in a way, knows how to fuck steadily in a way that not only drives you over the edge, but turns him into something more of an animal than a man just because it sends you arching, cryingâhe feeds off of you feeding off of him. A dance that, as those visions flash by him, he thinks, not for the first or last time, he only ever wants to dance with you.
"Chuuya," you cry againâit soon becomes the one of the only things you can get out coherently, other than, "Please, pleaseâ"
"W-want that? Wanna make me a daddy?" he presses between feral kisses; you bite each other's lips, you dig your heels into his back, you carve crescents with your fingernails into his knuckles as you nodâit's all you can do amidst his pace, amidst how steadily he's pounding into that spot that makes you scream.
A yes hurtles out of you, strained and broken; a string of more garbled yeses follow, intermixed with pleases and fucks, as your gradually more and more fucked-out brain latches onto to the word. "Wan' give you a fuckin' baby, Chuu, wan' makeâunh, wan' make you a daddy, please, need y'tuh cum in me, Chuuyaâ" and his name trails off into a strangled groan as he releases one of your hands to reach down to your clit.
He rubs you with a quickness that sends lightning to the tips of each of your limbs. He feels your ribs press up, press into his; he watches your eyes roll back; he feels you claw at him with pure abandon as you ripple and heave against each other. He could fuck you forever. He will fuck you forever.
"'M so fuckin' close, pretty," Chuuya growls.
"Cum in me, Chuu," you whimper back, voice shaking as each rough thrust shatters it a little bit more. "P-please, please, please, don't fuhâdon't fuckingâunhâdon't stop!"
Your teeth grind; a bead of sweat falls from Chuuya's forehead onto yours and you groan, almost twist from the pleasure that courses through you all the way to your fingers and toes, abruptly shortening his harsh thrusts as you trap him in the grip of your legs around his waist, his back, his ass, like a vise. You feel him pulse. He doesn't let up. Your orgasm crashes over you like thunder; twitching, creaming, milking him as you pull him down to your mouth to swallow the curses he sobs out as his own climax catapults through him, hot, heavy.
"Unhâah, ah, baby, I'mâoh, fuck!"
"Fuck, yesâ"
Your name, babbled and cracked; warmth spreading throughout you, tremors subsiding, and Chuuya, winded, letting his face fall into your shoulder as he weakly lets his hips come to a stop. You squeeze him closer, looking for air, rolling against him until you're both totally spent. Totally glowing.
"Fuck," he says again, lifting his auburn head like he's in a trance. "Fuck, lift those hips up, babydoll."
Without pulling out of you, he grabs an extra pillow and folds it, wedging it beneath your trembling hips; you look to him, hazy, as he leans down to press one kiss to each of your shoulders.
"Gotta make sure it stays in there, yeah?"
You let out a breathless laugh. "Oh, god, Chuuya."
"Yeah?" he asks again, pulling back to grin down at you, his two-toned eyes still swimming with all that lust, all that love. He circles his hips. "Give me a second before we go again."
"Again?" you repeat, smirking back at him; he sits up and peers down to your messy hole, still stuffed with him. He scoops up an escaping droplet of his cum and tucks it back between your folds, which still spasm softly. Your mouth falls into an o at the intrusion of his finger next to his cock.
"Gotta make sure you gimme a baby," he rasps slyly, and you giggle once more, mirroring the glimmer in his conspiratory eyes. Conspiring to love you for a long time.
"Alright, daddy."
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TELL ME YOU SEE ME
pairing. jason todd x reader
warnings. reader is a little pathetic, character death and revival, eventual smut, sub!jason, soft dom!reader, virgin!jason, lots and lots of consent
request. here
a/n. thank you both for this ask, not sure if this is what you wanted exactly, i couldnât really fit it all in with what i had going
you giggled as dick grumbled about the piece of gum stuck in his hair, your legs swinging over the ledge of the building heâd cornered you on.
the former robin had followed you after youâd âstolenâ jewels. turns out selina had taken off with hem and you were just the distraction. but that didnât stop you from playing your usual pranks.
like that time you superglued bruceâs utility belt closed, or put little animal stickers on the cowl of his suit.
all that had changed so quickly. the lightheartedness and awkwardness you emitted had disappeared.
everyone saw how losing him changed you. you werenât loud and weird anymore, youâd stick to yourself, keeping your weird thoughts to yourself. actually now that you think about it you didnât have many weird thoughts anymore.
maybe they died with jason too.
âoh come on. i havenât done anything wrong, have i?â you grinned at the robin in front of you. there was a hint of a smile on his lips, head tilted at you.
âi guess not, but i am gonna need gordonâs glasses back.â
âbuzzkill, birdy.â you pout before pulling the glasses off your face and handing them over to him with a grumble.
âthanks kitty cat,â jason grins, before leaving to go back on patrol.
you were half asleep, dreams of him haunted you every night. youâd see his face all the time, flashes of his brutal state would come over you, you remember his funeral too, well the one you and dick had for him because bruce buried him without everyone.
âhey kid,â dick muttered, his hand on your shoulder as he looked down at his brotherâs grave. this was the last thing the first robin thought would happen when he got back from space.
you donât say anything, no jokes or pranks. you just stand there like a peace of you was in that grave with him.
you spun in your chair waiting for the computer to finish decrypting the information dick had brought to you. youâd broken through the locks and safety measured on the drive easily.
apparently it belonged to some new criminal mob boss, red hood, he called himself. you hadnât encountered him yet, you assumed your turn to meet this lunatic was soon or never, seeing as nobody new about your whereabouts these days, except dick.
and there. you were in. you grabbed your phone to make the call to dick.
you heard it before you felt it, the soft click of a gun and then the cold nozzle pressed up against your neck. âi wouldnât.â
the voice was distorted, your fingers stilled against your key board.
âyouâre a hard person to find, kitty cat. very hard, i leave for six years and then youâre off the grid too. but i finally found you.â
âexcuse me?â stupid, you scold yourself in you mind, what idiot snarks whenâ oh yeah, you would.
he laughed, a cold, creepy sound coming from what you assumed to be a voice modulator. then you heard a soft hiss of air and a thud, his helmet placed on the desk in front of you.
âcâmon kitty cat. you donât remember me?â he uses the gun to tip your head back.
âwhat..?â your eyes widen as you stare up at him.
âah, there you go. youâve changed, not as much spunk and crazy anymore.â
you snatched the purse of some mugger, knocking him out before handing it back to the lady he stole it from. the woman smiles before going on her way. you hummed softly as jason landed in the alley in front of you, ânice work, kitty.â
you couldnât help the smile on your face, grinning proudly at his praise, you were sure if you had a real tail itâd be wagging happily right now. âreally?â
âoh yeah,â he nods, even at sixteen jason wasnât completely a fool, he could tell how much his words meant to you.
he stared down at you. âcâmon kitty cat, iâm gonna need those files back. can you do that fâme?â was it mean to use your feelings against you like this? yes, definitely but jason was also trying to determine whether or not you still had those feeling for him too.
your shake your head, dick needs these files to stop red hood. but jason is red hood, so youâd be hurting himâ no you have to help dick.
âi canât.â
âsure you can, just take it out and give it here.â
âno.â
he pressed the gun harder into your neck, reminding you that it was an option, but he wouldnât pull the trigger, itâd be useless to anyways. the gun was unloaded, not a single bullet inside, he couldnât risk accidentally shooting you.
âfine,â you scoff, unplugging the hard drive and handing it over.
âiâll see you soon kitty cat.â he leaves, leaving his helmet behind with you, the camera in it would keep an eye on you and you most definitely wouldnât give the helmet up, he knew that.
it wasnât long later until you saw him next. he didnât intend to stay away anymore. this time when he came to you, it had properly registered in your mind. this was jason, jason was back.
so when you hugged him so suddenly, words tumbling out of your mouth messily. âi missed you so much.â you whisper, arms tight around him.
you sniffled and his heart broke, fingers gently running through your hair as he held you. his body tensing when the words âi love youâ escaped your lips. you hadnât seem to realised because you kept going on, soft rambling, refusing to let him go.
he tried to speak, only to be cut off by you once more.
âi didnât know how to say it, but you always got me.â you whisper, looking up at him. âtell me you see me.â
âi see you, doll.â
â
you didnât expect him to be a virgin.
not with the looks of a god and the voice of an angel.
but you embraced the fact, you loved it even that he wanted you as his first. even though you were the one begging, on your knees in front of him, he couldnât tear his eyes from you.
âcan i touch you?â your fingers hover over his undressed body, he nodded.
âwords, jay.â
ây-yeah.â he shivers under your touch, a soft groan leaving him.
âyouâre so pretty,â you murmur, meeting his eyes as you lick a strip up his cock, swirling your tongue around his head. âtaste so sweet too.â
his hand grips the sheets, staring at the arch of your back and the way your ass sticks up. you take his hand, leading towards your hair, âcan i?â
âyeah, yeah go ahead, kitty.â
your lashes flutter as i pushes your head down towards his cock, you mouth falling open immediately to suck him up. you hum softly, as if you were gaining more pleasure from this than he was.
he holds your hair out of your face while you gag on the sheer length of him, his cock so thick it stretches your mouth open so far that you know your jaw will ache this time tomorrow.
he groans out your name, shameless with his noises. he pulls you off him, you whine trying to go down on him again, he thinks he could cum at the sight. âi wanna feel you, please.â
you canât deny him, not when his big icy blue eyes stare down at you.
jason todd does not fuck like a virgin. you learn that when he canât seem to stop fucking you into the bed. gasping into your ear while you babble on about how good he is.
how pretty he is.
how nobody could understand you like him.
how much you love him.
he can barely hold himself in but he doesnât wanna stop right now.
âohâ oh jay.â you whimper softly, âso so good.â
heâll wait, just to hear your little praises and whines, to hear that you love him.
âi know, i know baby. i love you too.â
Š e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and Iâll bite your toes off
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Pleasure - Prof!Tom Riddle (smut)
Just a small Drabble about our fave fucked up, dark professor. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Professor Riddle threatens to fail the reader, something she wonât accept. Just pwp
Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, choking, degrading, orgasm denial, Tom being Tom, power imbalance
Pairing: Prof!Tom Riddle x fem!student!reader (1.2k words)
âYou threaten to fail me? Are you out of your mind?â Her voice boomed through the class room, eyes set on the professor whose assistant she had been for the past months now. His piercing eyes didnât meet hers, he kept his gaze set on the papers, correcting the homework she had collected minutes ago. All before he had dropped this bomb on her, telling (y/n) that she was about to fail his class. âLook at me!â
âCareful, (y/n).â His eyes snapped up to meet hers, voice sharper than a knife. He leaned back in the chair, arms crossed in front of his chest while staring at her like a snake about to snap at its prey. He had always been a dangerous man, a man whose aura was a warning itself, set on pulling her into his dark trap. But today he had something else to him, something even more ruthless.
âTell me why!â She was fuming, set on letting go of a piercing scream. This must be a joke, a prank he was pulling on her - her grades were better than most, she was always on time, and when she was working for him, she did everything he asked of her.
âI donât owe you any explanations. And your behaviour proves to me that youâre not mature enough to work on it. Leave.â (Y/n) didnât move, she kept staring at Professor Riddle who slowly rose to his feet. A part of her screamed at her to leave, to run before it was too late, but the more stubborn part forced her to stand still and watch his every move. âIs this how you want to play? This is my last warning, (y/n).â
Her body was trembling in anger and need, all while her mind brought back flashes of a similar moment that had happened weeks ago. Back then she had left this room with trembling thighs and his handprint burned into her behind. The following hours had been spent hidden away in her room while pushing herself over the edge numerous times with his name burning on the tip of her tongue.
âI am not scared of you.â She cocked her head, chin pointed in his direction while she looked up at him. It was a foolish game she was playing - a game she was about to lose, but she didnât care, couldnât worry about any wins or losses, knowing that whatever would happen between them would count as a win in her book.
âYou should be.â His ringed hand found her throat, tugging (y/n) in for a teeth clashing kiss. She moaned into the touch, unable to stop her hands from wandering, from finding the back of his neck to keep him close. (Y/n) felt her surroundings spin, throwing her into another dimension while the professor moved her backwards to heave his TA onto his table. With her legs wrapped around his waist, (y/n) kept him close, not daring to think of parting just yet. âYou try to distract me with those pretty little things you wear, you try to make a fool out of me, but youâll never have this much power over me. Youâre mine, (y/n), Iâm the one guiding you.â
She could only moan in delight, feeling his hand disappear beneath her skirt to press his fingertips against her clothed heat. Slowly, he began to circle her bundle through the fabric of her panties, feeling them grow damp beneath his touch. A soft chuckle let him, buzzing through both their bodies while his lips moved down her throat, sucking on the spots that drew moans from her.
âYouâve been asking for it for months, so now youâll take my cock like the desperate slut you are. But I wonât let you cum, not this afternoon.â His words drew a protesting moan from (y/n), eyes wide while she stared at him. No words managed to pass her parted lips, unsure how to speak up as the sounds reaching her distracted (y/n).
Within seconds he had freed his cock, pushing a condom down his length before her panties were tugged aside. Her fingernails left crescent marks on the spot where his shoulder met his neck as he pushed into her, forcing her tight walls to adjust to him. A part of her wanted to beg him to slow down, to give her some moments to relax before taking all of him, but that part didnât get a chance to speak up, silenced by her loud moans.
Professor Riddle fucked her ruthlessly, he was using her body, set on chasing his own high while sticking to his promise. Tonight he wouldnât let her cum, at least not for a few hours before finding his way to her.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping from her chin onto the back of his hand which was still holding her throat. She was torn between focusing on the way he perfectly stretched her, about to push her over the edge, and the way he held onto her all too possessively, leaving her heart jumping in excitement.
âThis is why I need to keep you around, love.â The nickname had a condescending touch to it, leaving her gasping while she tried to focus on his words. âYouâre all for me to use, all for my own pleasure.â
(Y/n) nodded her head while another gasp left her, head wanting to roll back - though without any luck as he kept holding onto her. She felt his cock tearing her apart with every thrust, drunk on the feeling of him fucking her this posessively. With moans ripping their way through her, she clawed at his skin, giving into the subconscious need to mark him up to have the same claim on him.
âWhat would you ever do without me, huh? Youâre so needy, such a pathetic little girl.â She was close to letting go, high on the low tones of his raspy voice, on the way he spoke to her with spite and adoration dripping from his tongue. With one hand still clinging to him, she let the other find her pulsing bundle, circling it a few times to give herself the needed push. Something he instantly stopped her from doing after a second or two.
âI told you I wonât let you cum for now. I donât make empty threats, love.â More tears fell from her eyes as she stared up at Professor Riddle. Her walls clenched his cock, hoping to pull him into her trap - something he didnât seem to care for as he pulled out of her to cum on her thighs.
âYouâll wait for me tonight, and perhaps if youâre good, Iâll let you cum.â
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