#finally got to flick this thang

[houseshoesandtallboys]

Rt. 71

[iwanty0uu]

★ THE HICKEY PRANK ★

You scrolled through Tik Tok mindlessly on FaceTime with your best friend Saylem in silence, until she broke it.

 “Nahh what this bitch said she got eczema” she laughed, trying her best to catch her breathe. “Send” you replied smiling, feeling the vibration of your phone in your hand while pressing the message in your inbox. “Get out, how am I making you cry you literally have a hickey on your neck!” The boy with blue sweat pants said, “What do you mean like it’s literally my eczema..” you paused the Tik Tok now screaming and laughing. “NOOO BRO BECAUSE SHE THINK SHE SLICK OH EM GEE THATS A GOOD ONE.” tears now leaking out of your eyes, “wait bitch” you sighed “Imma *gasp* do that to mine and see how he react” The idea made your eyes brighten, “Bitch you smiling like the Grinch right now stop” Saylem said laughing.

 “ Girl I can’t wait, but anyways toodles I have a prank to set up.” “Mwah later boo” she replied hanging up, it was currently 4:56 and your boyfriend came home from work in less than an hour, so you ran to get your vlog camera that sat cutely in it’s red case and began recording. The curls of your lace front bounced while you ran to the kitchen, your orange victoria secret fluffy sweater and shorts set hugged your body, protecting you from the air conditioner. It was hotter than the devil’s ass crack outside, so you knew your boyfriend Eren would be hot and irritated until he took his shower. You pressed record and backed up, “alrighty.. 3..2..1.. HI LAB RATS, welcome back or to my laboratory you already know Y/n the Scientist in this bitch okay so” you interrupted yourself while giggling, covering your hand over your mouth and cackling a bit harder.

 “Ahhhh my bad y’all okay so boom today ima do a prank on my lil boo thang and it’s gonna be this hickey prank, so me and my homegirl Saylem was on the phone and I was telling her.. and then she was tellin me.. hold on lemme remember the conversation.” You paused running to get your phone. “Alright imma show you the tik tok,” laughter escaped at the idea of your boyfriend’s attitude, but you needed to move fast since time did everything but slow down. “Okay im going to be using the Fenty Beauty eyeshadow for a darker effect and then im going to throw on some of this Morphy blush and then put some powder and setting spray because i need this shit to last for real.” You ran to your desk, rummaging through your makeup bag. 

Finally you finished and checked yourself out in your hand mirror, then..the front door unlocked. Eyes widening, you cursed yourself for not setting up the camera, but you had an idea “okay guys” you whispered quickly, Eren called your name, and you heard the confusion in his voice since you weren’t there like usual to greet him. “fuck fuck, imma put yall in my dresser drawer and imma flick the collar of my sweater up, and hide it until he get out the shower, while he in there im gonna set yall up in the kitchen mkay bye.” Basically throwing the camera in the drawer, you did as you said you would and greeted your man at the front door. “Hey baby love!” you chirped as he kissed your cheeks, then forehead, then lips, “whats goin on gorgeous” he smiled, you missed him, and prank aside you did feel a little bad for the headache you were about to bring on his pretty little head. 

His bun was messy, chains hanging low on his white tee, he had on some simple black shorts, and his  white nike socks rested above his black cats. “Boy you smell like outside..awww my poor baby sweating go wash up” you said kissing his lips, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He placed his pouch on the kitchen counter and nodded, making his way to the bathroom and grabbing a towel on the way there, you listened for the bathroom door and when it closed, you grabbed the camera, ran to the kitchen and set it up in between your red blender, red candle, and red toaster. “Camouflage” you whispered. Maybe the matching appliances wasn’t such a bad idea. After about 20 minutes, Eren came out with a towel over his shoulder, in some grey sweatpants. 

“Boy where are your drawls..” you asked looking up from your phone, you nearly forgot you were on camera. His white teeth showed as he smirked, walking closer to you, lifting your chin up to kiss him. “FUCK THE PRANK IS IN EFFECT” your thoughts were so loud, you felt as if he could hear them, and his sudden halt made your heart drop to your ankles. “Y/n L/n I know that this isn’t a hickey. You are on your period, and your head isn’t big enough to suck on your own neck when your fingering yourself.” “NIGGA?” you sucked your teeth at his remark “man move around, and I dont even touch my private areas..” you said getting fake mad. “Girl you think I can’t hear you in the shower.. and fuck you mad for stop playin wit me I know this shit is make u-“ he said trying to wipe the makeup off with his hand. 

His eyebrows furrowed and looked at you, “babe stop it’s hurting I rubbed my neck too hard in the shower with that exfoliating rag i be using with my African black soap, but my skin smooth and you love that shit” you said in an attempt to butter him up. “Girl bye there’s no way that’s from a fuckin rag” he said now getting serious, “the fuck u been doing all day?” he asked, damn your act could have won you a grammy, but pause.. The fuck is his issue for real? “Wait nigga u think im cheating on you?” you asked getting up, moving his hand away from your neck “Yo I never not one time said that you was, but nah for real what you was doing all day that made you get so defensive?” This joke was no longer a lil jokey joke.. he really thought you would cheat on him for real? I mean in his defense that’s the point of the prank but unless he was pranking you on your own prank, there shouldn’t even be a “if” or “but” leaving his mouth.

 “I was waiting on your ass to get home thats what I was doing” you said rolling your eyes, walking closer to the camera to catch his reaction. “ Eren is a smart boy, so he had you fucked up when he was trailing your ass, actually thinking you did sum. “Nah bro don’t play dumb wit me now the fuck was you doin? The mark is fresh , do I play with you like that Y/n?”  you turned to face him and you decided to play along, just for the camera… “So what if I was doing something, whatcha gonna do about it huh?” you asked crossing your arms over your chest. You gave him some of his least favorite sass, the same bratty attitude he always tried to control but to be honest, no amount of sex would let your mouth stop running, so he was always careful when it came to handling you. “Watch where you throwing that damn attitude. I am not a wide receiver so trust and believe I will throw it right back to your ass. 

When you’re speaking to me, lower your tone.” his hands slid into his pockets. His ass is so sassy like this not-so-nigga wanna be a girl so fucking bad. However, the bulge in his sweats caught your attention..”He don’t got a roll of quarters in his pocket, so I don’t know what the fuck is lookin at me through his pants,” you said to yourself. This was when the realization that the video was boutta turn into a movie..ya know..the ones you get viruses from! “Okay Eren Yeager my deepest apologies,” you said smiling, rubbing your hands together like a teacher during a parent conference. Pointing your hand towards the red camera, his head followed,” My baby boo boo bear sweet cheeks vanilla muffin thick dick baby boy it is indeed a prank” you grabbed the camera quickly and ran for your life. 

Eren didn’t lie about being a wide receiver but damn his ass ran fast, your final words to your audience was “HELP!” as you locked yourself into the bathroom, turning the camera off. “Baby I just wanna talk! Open the fuck up.” Eren knocked on the door, then slid his fingers under the bottom trying to get you, “Nah Gang baby not in here” you put on your manly voice trying not to laugh. The door knob stopped jiggling, but you heard a key enter the door knob and you had no choice but to hide in the cupboards under the sink. “Y/nnnnn where are you…” he asked, “Are you..here?” he said opening the shower curtain to reveal nothing, “I know your little gremlin ass can’t fit in the toilet, your forehead make the toilet seat stand up. His ass so fucking annoying.

 “Alright n/n you win..”, but then the doors to the cupboard flew open, and your ass so happened to be dragged out. The camera remained in the bathroom but you two were actually boutta make a film of your own, “you finna handle my ass aren’t you bae” you sighed in defeat, “Mhm” he replied before you could even finish, “You tryna make fake ones Imma give you some that you won’t be able to hide”……

If you didn’t already, click on the fuckin red words neow.

OKAY GUYSSSSSS I hope you guys liked this one!!! This was a request from @katsaresokool and like I fell in love with the concept!! Also I won’t be uploading as much cuz classes start next week, but I’m lurkin and watching. Always. ~ 𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ！

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

How would Erik react to his girl twerking in front of his face to annoy him ?

“I’m finna pop my pussy to this new challenge and test my knees like Megan!”

She was hesitant for a few months now but Coco stayed up late last night on TikTok watching all the bubble booty baddies do the cry baby challenge. That song has been on repeat every damn day and Coco used her full body mirror to practice in. No lie, it controlled her balance and she felt the burn in her legs and butt from staying in that position for so long and for so many times. Sweat made her t-shirts stick to her skin and she had to pull a wedgy out of her coochie each time she stood up to stretch her legs for a water break. This is the most exercise Coco did since quarantine. She gained about twenty pounds—face filled out, hips wider, and thighs rubbing more.

After smoking her nightly blunt, Coco took a brisk shower, brushed her teeth, cleansed her face, and moisturized her skin. Grabbing her Roku remote, Coco stood nude in front of her 40-inch Hisense flatscreen TV that’s mounted to the wall above her wide dresser and turned on Netflix. She hadn’t uploaded her crybaby challenge just yet because she wanted to settle in bed under her blanket first. After finding a comedy movie, Coco turned off her main bedroom light and flicked on her desk lamp to give her room a low ambience. Finally in bed, blanket snuggled to her chin at 9:45 PM, Coco took the time to edit her cry baby challenge before loading it to TikTok.

In the video, Coco wore tight, camouflage shorts and a black sports bra. She finally made a video without having to repeat it multiple times. That thang is thangin’, she’s on beat when that heavy bass dropped, and the shorts made her broad ass look extra juicy. The jiggle at the end made her giggle and she was confident that she’d reach millions of views with the way she made each ass cheek bounce like it had a mind of its own. That’s the key to twerking. You gotta relax your lower half, and focus all your energy into that rump. It doesn’t matter if you have s little booty or a big booty. Finally, Coco uploaded the video to TikTok and closed the app for the remainder of the evening.

Erik was simply minding his business heading home, cruising. It’s late at night, hardly anyone occupied the beltway so he could really make his black corvette go at the speed he wanted. You would think he was driving a bat mobile without the heavily armored tactical assault. Crew by Goldlink paused from an incoming FaceTime and Erik groaned from his music session being interrupted. Erik takes one of his fingers to answer and his childhood friend, Avon, appeared. He’s sitting in a gamer chair in the dark of his bedroom with the glow of the TV across his face. Erik could hear the flickering of buttons, triggers and gun shots from his end of the line. He planned to hop on Call of Duty himself after the long day of work he had for the Out Reach.

“What’s up, Von. Whatchu need that has you interrupting my music?”

“Let’s talk about your girl on the internet trending.”

“Huh?” Erik asked with his face morphed into that of confusion.

“Coco. She did that Meg Thee Stallion challenge.”

“What challenge? You know how many challenges been going on since quarantine, fool?”

“She tryna make you mad after you took away her phone privileges because of the buss it challenge.”

Avon cackles before licking his lips, revealing silver slugs in his mouth.

“She had on a mini skirt. You would be mad too if your girl was like that showing off what’s yours.”

“I ain’t got a girl to worry about it,” Avon takes off his head set and paused the game, “Anyway, nigga, since you don’t know the challenge and shit. It’s the cry baby challenge. She did that on TikTok and Meg herself reposted it to her ig.”

Erik pulled up in front of his condo just in time to see what Avon was talking about. Erik went straight to Instagram and he didn’t need to look any further. The first post on his timeline is the video of his girl swinging her hips back and forth like a pendulum, ass phat, racking up thousands of views.

Megan reposted! Omg! 😭 I didn’t expect this to get that much attention! #crybaby #megantheestallion #dababy

“From the expression on your face, looks like you need to go and handle that.” Avon said with a playful smile.

Tre_Shawn-damn Coco! 👀

Kensopretti-yesssss! I’m happy you did it!

Fabulously_-wait till Erik see this he gon’ whip your ass and make that a TikTok video 😂🤣

MelvinP_88-😍🍑

And that was just a few. There are so many thirst comments under her video. Men like a pack of hungry wolves howling at his girl with a thirst she damn sure couldn’t quench. Who does she belong to? Him. That fine ass woman is his. As Erik watched her video for the fourth time, he expected himself to curse and wild out but instead a sly smirk appeared on his face. Why should he be upset? His woman is beautiful, she’s having fun, and all of that got his name, hands, lips, tongue, and teeth on it. Erik decided to shoot her a comment instead of blowing her phone up with an attitude.

MovinSturdy- Can’t wait to see you again. That pussy was good last night 😍

“You’re too quiet. Everything good? You send her a text yet?”

“Oh, I’m solid. Ain’t phased about this shit at all.”

Avon broke out into a fit of laughter, “Lies, all lies.”

“What I need to be hot for? Yeah, I got mad last time but now I’m like...she just having fun. Plus, she’s been feeling less confident since she put on some weight so...”

“Damn, and here I was thinking you would punish her for this.”

“Not this time, bro. Listen, I’ll hit you up tomorrow.”

“Cool, later, E.”

Erik ended the call with Avon and exited his sports car. He had a plan and since it wasn’t too late in the evening he decided to pay his favorite girl a little visit.

Coco was in and out of sleep and when she woke up from dozing off for the third time she sat up in bed to check her phone. As soon as she went to TikTok, she was shocked to find 5k views on her video in an hour. Curious, Coco went to Instagram where she also uploaded the TikTok and almost screamed when she saw Megan Thee Stallion’s repost of her video. Her notifications and DM’s were off the charts. Coco skimmed through her DM’s laughing at the men trying to bag her. Before Coco could even check her notifications an incoming call from her big daddy and headache made her nervous. She wasn’t supposed to see him until tomorrow since he had a busy day today but Coco knew exactly why he was calling her.

Erik already had a lot to say about her buss it challenge. He punished her real good that day after she uploaded it. Coco couldn’t get out of bed for an entire day. Now, she knew he would be ready to do it all over again and honestly, Coco didn’t care. It’s her body, he claim to let her do her because he’s confident and she loved that shit about him. Now, Coco is starting to think it was all a lie. Deception. Fabrication. Shaking her head, Coco answers his call, fully prepared to listen to him fuss her out and threaten to punish her for not listening to him.

“Yeah, Erik,” Coco exhaled and placed her phone on speaker.

“You know we gon’ fight, right?”

“Then let me get my gloves on because no, I’m not taking the video down.”

“Who are you talking to Coco Puff?”

“You, with your boulder head ass.”

“I should be the one with the attitude. What I tell you about these challenges?”

“I can’t recall. Listen, I’m tryna get some rest.”

“Blowing me off already? What? You don’t want to talk to me no more?”

Coco felt her pussy throb from his voice alone. That deep rasp.

“I want you to say what you have to say so I can hang up.”

“I’ll be there in a few.”

“What?! Come on now, Erik! All this for a video?!”

Coco glared at her phone before crossing her arms. She should have known he would go the EXTRA mile and show up. She wanted to piss him off even more and she didn’t care about a punishment.

“You can turn back around and head home. You really inspire me to be single. I should have ignored your ass at that party. You’re not even my type I just be doing shit at this point. And look at me thinking I found a daddy for phat mama ain’t no way I’m letting you hit this pussy acting like that. Ima find me a nigga that know what to do with me.”

Coco caught her breath after her last words. Silence dragged on and a stillness seemed to envelop the room. It wasn’t peaceful, it was haunting. She waited for a response but instead the call dropped and at that moment she instantly felt like she made a huge mistake.

“There you go, Coco. Being a damn brat and now look, you pissed this nigga off even more.”

Coco knew Erik would still show up anyway. He would knock on her door all night if he had to and her nosy neighbor across the hall didn’t need to stick her head out the door to mind her business again. She already had to curse her out for banging on her door when Erik came over a few times. She couldn’t help how loud she got when they had sex. That fat dick strokes places inside of her she never knew existed. If she had consistent dick too she’d understand. Coco tried calling Erik back but it would go straight to voicemail each time. After time stretched on for an extra thirty minutes, a light knock could be heard at her door. Knowing who it is, Coco climbed out of bed with her pink and purple booty shorts on that looked to be painted on her ass. Coco grabbed a hoodie and threw it over her head before leaving her room to answer the door.

She didn’t bother to see who it was when she opened up. He’s wearing a red hoodie with the map of Africa on it and a pair of black ball shorts with sneakers. He has his hands in his pockets and his eyes trained on hers without blinking. His eyes are raven black just like his freshly twisted locs and groomed beard. She could smell white musk and nutmeg on him from his Burberry cologne. Erik strolled inside and Coco closed the door behind him. As soon as she turned around Erik brought a hand to her neck and with his fingers he applied enough pressure to the sides to remind her of his dominance.

“Erik, get off of me.”

Coco rolled her eyes away from him when he didn’t respond.

“You came all this way so get it over with. You want me to get on my knees?”

Erik huffed before letting her neck go. Coco rubbed the spots where his fingers were before letting out a shaky breath.

“Tell me why you have an issue with my video? Tell me.”

Erik looked over his shoulder at Coco and the way his eyes glistened with rage she made the space between them wider.

“It’s your mouth, Coco. Your mouth always gets you into trouble. And if I tell you to do something the first time I expect you to get wit’ it. You know I don’t like repeating myself.”

“I know, and it’s stupid.”

“Ain’t shit stupid about it, Coco. You know what’s gon’ happen when you act up. Like I said, we about to fight.”

Coco left the living room and Erik followed her into the bedroom.

“I’ma shake this ass all I want and you gotta deal with that!”

Coco turned her TV off before slamming her remote down on the dresser. She grabbed her phone and went to  iTunes to pull up the song that started it all. The deep bass boomed through her phone speakers and to add an extra touch, Coco turned on her Bluetooth speaker to amplify the music. Erik stood there with a hard expression as he watched Coco dance in front of her body mirror as if he wasn’t there.

She bend over, shake that lil' ass in the mirror, like

Goddamn, what a nigga gotta do for your number?

Shawty came through with that head so good

I said fuck it, I ain't usin' no rubber

Way she make that ass bounce, think I love her

Got that ass and that mouth from her mother

Type to make your bae mad, you in trouble

NBA playoffs that ass, it's a bubble

Coco went to bend over and she grabbed her ankles so she could make her ass bounce from side to side, each cheek moving like jello.

Uh-uh (like), uh-uh, come here, come here, uh-uh

Throw that ass back, come here, come here

Erik watched her with steady eyes and folded arms. It took all of the Wakandan strength he possessed not to get behind her and make her do all that on his hard dick. She was attempting to annoy him but he enjoyed every second of it. That ass is moving and it made him want to sink his teeth into it.

Choke me, spank me, look at me, thank me (thank me)

If I give it to another nigga, he'll hate me (he'll hate me)

Spit, slurp, give him that work

Fell too fast for me, now the nigga hurt

She started doing that move that Megan did which started the entire challenge to begin with. Deep down, past his fake anger, Erik wanted to smile when he noticed how she’d been working on her knees. She was down in that squat making her ass shake for a while so she can definitely do that on the dick now. He didn’t want to hear nothing about her not knowing how to ride dick. She’s had plenty of practice.

Deeper, deeper, I need a reaper

Thought I was in trouble how he tearin' them cheeks up

Keep me a freak, who the flavor of the week?

If I make up the rules, then I don't think it's cheatin'

She kept throwing ass and Erik had to bite his tongue. He took a seat on the bed and to make his struggle even worse, Coco started making her ass clap to the clapping from the song. She didn’t see it coming when Erik finally had enough and brought his heavy hand down to spank her so hard she leapt away while grabbing her cheeks like they were trying to fall off. He could see the struggle in her eyes from the pain.

“Finish playing with me?”

His voice was dangerous.

“I asked you a question, Coco.”

“I can’t speak after you just–”

“When I tell you to do something...you do it.”

Erik pulled Coco over his lap swiftly and pinned her down with one arm while his hand delivered sharp, stinging slaps to her ass. She tried clenching her ass cheeks but it didn’t work for long.

“Don’t listen to nothing...started talkin’ shit like you run things...I wasn’t even mad at you for that video...You fell right into my trap though...never learn do you, huh? You never learn do you, slut?!”

“NO!!!”

“I’m glad you know what the fuck I’m talking about. Didn’t even see my comment I left under that video before you started mouthing off...”

“Daddy...my ass hurts.”

Coco whimpered before trying to move his hands away but Erik locked her wrists.

“I bet this big ass do. That’s what the fuck you get for doing that shit. Now my dick hard from staring at that ass move...You know what to do when daddy get big like this, baby.”

Erik didn’t bother to rub Coco’s ass after he spanked her. When she got on her knees between his legs she wiped her tears away and forgot about the reddening of her flesh when he whipped that big dick out. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out while Erik grabbed her by her hair and with his hand around his girthy shaft he slapped his heavy dick on her tongue.

“Yeah...get all that spit on me...that’s right...now put your hands in your lap and suck this fucking dick, slut. Ima turn you into a crybaby all night long, baby girl.”

[renjiokumura]

Poor, Unfortunate Me:

Chapter 3

Summary: What if Ben didn’t fall in love with Mal? Find out the answer in Poor, Unfortunate Me. A story about the lesser known and evil second daughter of Ursula and how she gets the love she has been searching for her whole life.

A/N: I'm doing this off my phone so if the formatting is funky, it's because I'm not on my laptop. Also I didn't add a collage this time, and I might not in the future, because I think y'all understand the look I was going for and have a great imagination for these things.

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 (You're Here) / 4 (Coming Soon)

As soon as you got back to your dorm and Evan saw you crying, she asked what was wrong and tried to calm you down. You told her what happened while twisting the truth to protect the others. She just held you and told you everything would be better. To make you feel more relaxed, she broke out some hidden treats and some self spa tools, saying she was going to pamper you.

15 minutes into the mini spa, you already felt 100 times better.

“Thanks Evan. This is the first time I've ever done a spa.” you say with an avocado mask on your face, laying on your bed with Evan right next to you.

With the same avocado mask on her face and 2 cucumber slices on her eyes, Evan says, “I can't believe you’ve never done this before. Not even with your sister?”

You sit up and look at your lap, taking a moment before you answer her question.

“No, she can't stand me, because I'm too soft. Family is not the same on the Isle as it is here. Just cause we're related doesn't mean you have to love or care for each other. You got to look out for yourself.” Your voice is heavy with years of loneliness. When you don't hear anything from Evan but a sniffle, you look to the side to see what's wrong.

Evan, with her adorable self, has tears running down her face full of avocado while she sticks a cucumber in her mouth. She sits up and while chewing the cucumber slice, she says, “That's so sad! I'll be your new sister!” you don't want to laugh, but the scene in front of you makes it hard.

“Why are you laughing? I mean it. I want to be your sister!” She says with the other slice of cucumber in her mouth. It makes you laugh harder, which results in her pouting like a little child.

After a minute you finally calm down enough to talk to her. “I'm sorry. I've never seen something so funny,” she gives you a look, “And sweet. I want to be your sister too. Come here.” you open up your arms for a hug and she takes it.

When you guys pull apart from the hug you both look each other up and down then bust out laughing. During the hug, you guys got avocado all over each other. It was all on both of your clothes. “I trust that you won't freak out when I do this.” Before she can question what you mean, you say a little spell, flick your wrist, and all the avocado is gone.

“OMG, you have magic!?” she excitedly said. You nodded ‘yes’, which resulted in a squeal from her. Her excitement was infectious and made you giddy too.

The rest of the night you guys played around with magic, until you guys fell asleep. But during your good time, the others were making a love potion cookies among other things.

After Lonnie left the kitchen, Mal put the cookies in the oven. In the silence of the kitchen the tension between the group was almost palpable, but Carlos soon broke it.

“Mal, what you said back there to Y/N was very uncalled for. Just because you and her sister have beef doesn't mean you can take it out on her.” Evie and Jay nodded to what Carlos said.

Mal is trying to hold her ground by staring Carlos down, but the guilt is too much. She huffs defeated and looks to her feet. “I know! I know… It’s just we have a mission to complete and if we don't,” she pauses looking up at the others equally frightened faces, then continues, “I don't want to think about if we don't.” The air is heavy with emotions.

The same thoughts all go through their minds in the silence of the room. They all started liking Auradon, but they wouldn’t say it out loud to each other. Here they could do and be whoever and whatever they wanted to be without worry of judgment or consequences. But when they thought about it they don't belong here. They had to remind themselves they were evil and belong to the Isle. Though, in reality, none of that was true.

They had been so lost in their thoughts, that when the timer broke the deafening silence, they all collectively jumped in surprise. They all shared a look before they all walked over to see how the cookies came out.

Mal takes out the cookies and places them on the prep table. “I think these are ready. So do we all know what the plan is for tomorrow?” They all nodded in unison.

After cleaning up, they make their way back to their dorm rooms. Jay and Carlos get to their room first, which leaves Evie and Mal to still get back to their room. When they finally get back, Evie stops Mal before she enters the room.

“You are going to apologize to Y/N, right? Just because we are evil doesn't mean we don't have manners.” Evie can understand where Y/N is coming from and hopefully Mal can too.

“Yeah, Yeah. Only so we can make her our ally again.” Evie knew Mal was actually doing it because Isle kids stick together, but if it helped Mal sleep at night she wasn't going to say anything.

When morning rolled around you felt like something good was going to happen, but it was going to have bad consequences. Letting that thought linger in the back of your mind, you thought about how first period would go after what went down. At least you knew that if Mal came after you again, Evan was coming after her. Yup, reassuring.

Evan was nice enough to walk you to your first period class, since you usually went with the others. When you got there, everyone looked at you, with sorry written all over their faces. Evie put her hand on Mal's shoulder, which prompted Mal to get out of her seat and walk over to you.

When she was finally standing in front of you, Evan stepped forward eyeing up Mal like she wasn't Maleficent’s daughter. “If you hurt my sister,” she points her thumb over her shoulder at you, “I’ll hurt you.” Your surprised by the protective nature of Evan, but let her do her thing.

Mal’s surprised too, but also impressed, so she tells Evan she understands. With that Evan hugs you goodbye and walks to her class. Once Mal has you alone, she says something you'd never expect from her. An apology.

“I want to say sorry about yesterday. What I said was not cool. Can you forgive me?” she asks, looking at you expectantly.

“Water under the bridge. Now let's get to learning.” She smirks at you, and you guys walk to your seats.

During break the group tells you about the love potion plan and you agree to help as much as possible. It hurts you to help destroy any and all chances of getting Ben, but you still feel obligated to help them and something is telling you to do so too. They tell you the plan is going to happen after school at Mal’s locker, so you just wait till then.

When the bell rings ending school, you shoot up out of your seat and run out of class since Mal’s locker is on the other side of school. This causes Evan to follow you, though. You guys always walk from 5th period back to your dorm, so she thought something had to be wrong

By running, you made it just in time. Ben had just taken a bite out of the cookie, when something roughly bumps into you, sending you into Ben’s arms.

Ben is looking down into your eyes and is holding you against his body to keep you from falling.

“Y/N, are you okay?” You nodded too speechless and dazed to verbally answer. The next thing Ben ask you truly knocks you out more than the mystery object that got you the first time.

“But did it hurt?” his slight pause gives you a chance to be confused, then he finishes. “When you fell from heaven?” At that cheesy pick-up line, everyone's jaw dropped, especially yours. You honestly couldn't believe your ears.

“Ben, Are you okay?” You ask ,being able to finally stand on your own legs, but Ben still has his arms wrapped around your thick waist.

“I'm fine, but not as fine as you, sweet thang.” he says with a love struck smile on his face which you promptly covered with your hands so he would stop flirting.

“Jay can you pull him off me, please?” Jay comes to your rescue and gently pries him off of you. Once Jay has him, he asks Ben, “Has your world been worked?”

The answer to Jay's question comes in the form of a song lyric. Looking you in the eyes, Ben sings, “You know you do.” (quoting one of Michael Jackson’s songs). At that you become flustered and turn around, not wanting to drag out your embarrassment.

When you turn around to see what pushed you into Ben, you see Evan.“Evan, what are you doing here?” she opened her mouth to answer, but you interrupted her. “Wait, were you the reason I fell into Ben?” When you said that, she became a little sheepish as she answered.

“Yes,” she whispered, “But I was only running in behind you to see if you were Ok because you left class so suddenly...sorry.” Hearing her explanation only made you smile. You could never be mad at her.

“There's no need to be sorry. You were concerned about me and I appreciate that you care enough to check up on me.” With that said you hugged her. During your talk with Evan, the boys left to get ready for their game.

Once you pull out of your hug, you look towards Mal and Evie and see they both have an urgent look on their faces. “Uh, you want to go to the field and save us some seats in the bleachers?” you ask Evan nervously. She nods ‘yes’ and runs off to the game.

“What was that?!” Mal asked incredulously.

“I’m so sorry guys. It was an accident. I tripped,” you said apologetically, “But you can fix this right?”

“No, there is no time. You’ll just have to become his girlfriend.” She said nonchalantly.

“Wait, what?!” your jaw was practically hitting the floor.

You guess this was the good thing that you felt coming, but unfortunately you knew it was going to end badly.

[lilyeholland]

Driver’s License

[Luke Patterson x Reader]

Requested: YES! By my bestie @dakotagillespie !!! (go follow her, she makes amazing art♥). 

Based off the song ‘driver’s license’ by Olivia Rodrigo

Summary: After a whole Spring and Summer of Luke teaching Y/N to drive, she’s finally ready to get her license and makes plans to take her boyfriend back to his parent’s after he plays at the Orpheum. 

A/N: Bruh I’m literally making little mini series’ about Sunset Curve’s boo thangs before they died..... sorry for all the angst but also I’m not sorry at all :)

“Pull over, pull over, pull over,” Luke repeats enthusiastically, scared but still giggling at how horrible of a driver you are. 

You quickly turn on your blinker and pull off to the side of the road, feeling your heart beat all the way down your arms. You felt like it was making the whole car shake. 

You look over at Luke, eyes wide, nervous to look into his eyes after almost killing him. ‘Almost killing him’ is an exaggeration. You only swerved into the other lane a little because you thought you saw a squirrel in the middle of the road. Turns out, it was just a leaf. 

“Well that was,” Luke struggles to find the right words, “an adventure.” He looks at your face, sees your on the verge of tears and trying so hard to bottle it up and shifts his position in the passenger’s seat. “Hey, it’s okay. I sucked at driving too when I first started.”

“You think I suck at driving?” You nearly shout at him, only half of you taking offense to that. 

“Wait, no! No, no, no. That’s not what I meant, I mean-” he takes a deep breath and huffs it out in a laugh. 

You give him a tilted look, your pending tears now fading away as a smile crosses her face. “I know what you meant, Luke,” you interrupt his babbling and reach out for his hand. “I’m just giving you a hard time.”

“Well, don’t do that!” He bats his eyelashes as he looks back up at you, your hand fitting snug in his. “Also, please try not to kill me anymore, okay? I wanna be able to live to play the Orpheum.” 

“AH!” you shout in a teasing-defensive tone, taking the map from off the dashboard and hitting him with it. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” he shouts as he reaches through your hands to tickle your sides, knowing it’s your weakness. Immediately, your hands fly to his to try and get him to stop. Loud laughs and high pitched squeals fill the car as you fight off each other’s loving touches. 

“This probably looks so wrong,” Luke say through a breathless laugh.

“What do you mean?” you get out once you’re able to stop laughing.

“A pulled over, fogged up car that’s rocking back and forth? People are gonna think we’re up to something naughty.” Luke decrescendos his voice so its merely a whisper by the end of his sentence. 

“And what if we were?” You tease, brushing the mess of hair out of his face. 

“Aaah,” he nods his head and smiles. “I like the way you think, Y/N,” he leans up closer to you, his nose brushing against yours until your lips meet. He pushes himself up more so he’s taller than you, continuing to kiss you and hold the side of your face in his hand. 

“I’m never gonna get my license if we keep doing this every time you take me driving,” you say in between kisses, your smile clashing on top of his. 

He groans and pulls himself off of you. “You take your test in what? Like a week?”

“On Wednesday, yeah.”

“So, we’re fiiiiineee,” he sings. “We should still probably take you home so your mom doesn’t flip out on me for having you out too late. One of our mothers already hates me, we don’t need both of them to.”

“Luke, don’t say that. Your mom doesn’t hate you.” You reassure him, looking longingly into his now sad eyes. 

“She sure acts like it,” he looks down at his hands and his voice gets quiet. Noticing the tension in the car he’s created, he quickly perks up and says, “switch me spots, I’ll take you home,” with a smile and a wink. 

You hadn’t talked to Luke in a while. Every time you went by his house, he wasn’t there because him and his mom were fighting. You hated seeing how estranged he was from his mother and wished you could do something to help. 

Today, you drove by his house to tell him the exciting news that you had passed your driver’s test!! To your luck, he was outside pulling some weeds when you pulled up in the driveway. He gave you a look and wiggled his eyebrows once he realized it was you driving that 92′ Chevy Blazer. You quickly got out of the car and ran into his arms.

You couldn’t decide if he was more cute or more hot with his cut off shirt, gardening gloves and sunhat. 

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” you smile as you rub in some of the sunscreen on his cheek. 

“Yeah, mom’s making me do yardwork before band practice.” He rolls his eyes and scoffs. “But look at you! You got your license, and a car?!” He changes his mood so quickly, pointing over to your new ride. “This is sick, Y/N,” he wraps his arm over your shoulders and brings you in for a side hug, kissing the top of your head while doing so. 

“I know! Now I can actually pick you up after the show and we can maybe come back here after?”

Luke groans again. “Do we have to? She doesn’t even know we’re playing there, yet.”

“I think it would be nice for her to see how good you guys actually are. Maybe she’ll be more supportive after that.” You shrug at him, trying to convince him that she just needs some time to come around.

“Speaking of the devil,” Luke starts, “let’s go somewhere before she gets back,” he coos as she pulls you into his body. 

“Don’t you have to do yardwork?”

“I’m basically done,” he bites off his gardening gloves and throws them into the yard. 

“Okay, cowboy,” you tease him as you flick his sunhat off of his head and walk off to the driver’s side of the car. 

“Don’t let Reggie hear you call me that, he’s been trying to get us to sing country music for forever.”

You laugh at the messy-haired boy beside you, soaking in the moment of the two of you together before he makes it big with Sunset Curve and won’t be able to see you as much anymore. 

“You know, I wish you were more comfortable driving so I could hold your hand right now,” he looks over at you, although your eyes are glued to the road ahead of you. You manage to get out a laugh, fighting the temptation to look at his cute face. 

Since he can’t hold your hand, he settles for resting his had on your knee. Which, in your opinion, was much better.

[poppypickle]

for the chenford hiatus fic meme - okay a little bit of angst!!! Lucy gets a serious boyfriend throughout s4 who she brings to Angela’s wedding and someone mentions Tim/Lucy never got around to dancing and they have to bc all the rookies and TO pairings have, so they dance

OKAY, so I started writing a PG version of this prompt fill for you @everylast-line, but then this smutty version would. not. leave. me. alone.

So I promise to finish the second version (which I swear actually fulfills the prompt 😘), but in the meantime, I hope ya'll enjoy this dirty little thang. To borrow a tag from @inthemovingcastle, no one is in character but everyone is horny.

---

“This is the last time.”

“You keep saying that,” Tim teases with a husky whisper into Lucy’s ear as he lazily pumps two fingers in and out of her. They’re in some kind of forgotten coat closet at Angela’s second wedding (well, her first successful one), and Lucy’s back is pressed against him as he dips his fingers into her wetness while deftly untying her wrap dress so his other hand can reach inside her bra to pinch her nipple. Tim had been too eager to undress her properly before thrusting his fingers inside of her, so her black lace panties are around her knees, stretched taut as she opens her legs to give him better access.

“I mean it this time,” Lucy tries to say, but the force of her words is undercut by a breathy moan when Tim presses his thumb against her clit.

“Sure you do,” Tim nods, adding a third finger to her heat and pulling her even tighter against him as her knees start to buckle. He dips his mouth down to the tattoo on her neck and starts to suck.

Lucy tries to swat at him, but ends up twisting her fingers into his hair instead as he speeds up the pace of his fingers. “Don’t leave a mark,” she manages to say between moans.

Tim presses his thumb even more firmly against her clit in that way he knows drives her crazy. “I’m gonna leave a mark,” he whispers, his breath hot against her skin. “And then you’re gonna tell me what lie you told Shane to cover it up this time.”

“Shawn,” Lucy grunts, grinding against his hand frantically like she always does when she’s close.

“I...don’t...care.” Tim punctuates the last word by biting down on her neck, and the sensation is enough to drive Lucy over the edge. She lets out a high-pitched groan and shudders against him, pulling his hair so hard Tim sees stars for a minute. It’s so unbelievably hot he thinks he might come right then, with his hardened cock pressed against her ass through several layers of clothing. But he has other plans.

“Does Shawn make you come like that?” He asks with a throaty whisper, enjoying the way she’s still spasming against his fingers.

Lucy pushes away and turns to glare at him. Her cheeks are flushed pink and the front of her dress is open, displaying the black lace bra Tim knows she wore especially for him. “At least Shawn can kiss me in public.”

“How sweet,” Tim drawls, shrugging out of his tux coat and draping it on a rack before taking a step towards her, his smile predatory. “But that’s not what I asked.”

“You’re a pain in my ass.” But Lucy’s also kicking off her panties and moving towards him. She reaches down to undo his belt and slips her hand inside his pants. “Sir.”

Tim groans as she works his pants and boxers down, swiping her thumb across the tip of his dick before starting to stroke him with practiced precision. “I love it when you call me sir.”

“Every time I say it at work, I get a little wet,” Lucy murmurs, dropping down to her knees in front of him.

“We don’t really have time for this --” Tim starts to say, but then she’s taking him fully into her mouth and the tip of his cock is hitting the back of her throat and he can’t even remember his name, much less what he was just saying.

Lucy pulls back for a second, but keeps stroking him with her hand. “Maybe I like making him wait.”

Then her mouth is back on him, and Tim moans as he threads his fingers through her hair. He wants to watch her like this — on her knees with her dress half open, still shivering from her orgasm while she sucks his dick — for hours, days, weeks. But Tim’s also certain that if he doesn’t fuck her right this second he’ll go insane.

“But you’re not gonna make me wait, are you baby?” Tim pulls Lucy up to her feet and crashes his mouth against hers. In one fluid motion he grabs her ass with both hands and lifts her up so that her back is pressed against the wall. Lucy grabs hold of one of the clothing racks next to her and uses the leverage to lift herself up so that her heat is poised just above his cock. Tim can feel her heels digging into his ass and her wetness dripping against him, but he holds still. “Tell me what you want,” he demands with a husky whisper against her mouth, pressing the tip of his dick a fraction of an inch closer to her.

“Tim…” Lucy whines, straining against him desperately as he holds them both firmly in place. A bead of sweat has formed in the space between her breasts, and Tim dips his head forward to lick at it.

“Tell me what you want,” he says again, pressing himself into her just one more delicious inch.

“Fuck,” she groans, throwing her head back against the wall. “I want you to fuck me Tim. Please just fuck me,” she begs.

But Tim doesn’t move a muscle. “And why do you want me to fuck you, Lucy?” he teases, squeezing her ass with his fingers as his thumbs press against her hips, holding her in place.

She scowls at him, panting from pure want as she manages to grit out, “Because he doesn’t fuck me like you do.”

Tim sinks into her fully without warning then, slamming her back against the wall with such force he’s almost certain it will leave a bruise. His strokes are hard and fast as he starts fucking her in earnest, Lucy’s loud moans echoing all around them in the tiny room.

Tim lifts one hand up and presses it against her mouth. “You’re gonna get us caught.”

Lucy darts her tongue out and opens her mouth to take in two of his fingers, and now it’s Tim’s turn to groan loudly as she sucks her own taste off of him. She gives him a devilish look as if to say who’s gonna get us caught now?

Tim reluctantly pulls his fingers out of her mouth as he continues to slam into her, working his hand down between her legs to press against her clit instead. Lucy’s moans start to turn into low screams as he fucks her relentlessly, working her clit mercilessly with his fingers as he pushes them both closer and closer to the edge.

Tim dips his head forward and bites at Lucy’s nipple through her bra, and she claws at his back as her head lolls back and forth, her eyes rolled back with pleasure.

They are both close — so close — when Lucy threads her fingers through his hair and pulls Tim’s face up to hers so she can look him right in the eye. “Every time he fucks me, I’m thinking about you,” she grunts out in time with his thrusts. And then she’s coming apart, shaking and shuddering with a sharp howl. The sound she makes, coupled with the way her pussy tightens around him like a vice grip, sends Tim over the edge as well, and he spills himself inside of her with a throaty groan.

They stay like that for a while, their sweaty bodies pressed together as they both struggle to catch their breaths. Tim finally steps back, turning to reach into his tux jacket for a handkerchief to give her. They do their best to right themselves in silence. Lucy reties her wrap dress while Tim pulls on his pants and attempts to straighten out his now wrinkled shirt. She smooths down her hair with a few pats, then turns to him.

“How do I look?”

Tim smirks, looking her up and down with lazy, satisfied heat in her eyes. “Like someone just fucked you senseless in a coat closet.”

She narrows her eyes at him, but Tim just shrugs and tips his chin toward her neck with a wolfish grin. “And like someone gave you a nasty hickey.”

“This is the last time, really,” she says, reaching out a hand for her purse, which is lying on the floor behind Tim.

He laughs as he bends down to pick it up. Tim extends it to her, but doesn’t let go when she tries to grab it from him.

“This is most definitely not the last time I’m fucking you,” he says, his voice low and laced with heat. “Now we can either keep fucking while you hold onto Shawn like he’s some kind of dickless security blanket, or we can do this for real, with just the two of us.”

Tim lets go of her purse, but holds her gaze, his eyes challenging. “But I think you get off on the sneaking around.”

Lucy purses her lips, flushing just the slightest bit, but doesn’t say anything. Then she bends down to pick her panties up off the floor and starts to put them into her purse. She pauses for a moment, fingering the lacy scrap of clothing thoughtfully. Then she tosses them to Tim with a casual flick instead.

“I’ll text you later,” she says in a clipped tone, then disappears out the door without another word.

Tim shakes his head, but finds himself grinning as he slips her still damp panties into the pocket of his pants. Last time his ass.

[writers-worst-nightmare]

No brains (Dabi x reader)

Ask: Daddy Dabi s/o is a crackhead with zero brain cells

Pairing(s): Dabi x reader

Warning(s): large amounts of cussing (there are lyrics of WAP for most of it what did you expect?), crackhead energy, Dabi just giving up, 18+ themes (minors dni please), deaf Bakugou

A/N: absolutely anon! I would love to do this! (I have so many ideas running through my head rn lol) AND ignore if it says “Aishi” instead of you I got this from my oc x canon fanfiction

Request are always open!

“Hahaha look at your face!!!” You exclaimed, pointing towards Dabi as he tried to open a champion bottle and helplessly failing.

“You wanna try?” Dabi challenged, still struggling to open the bottle.

“No.” You admitted, just when the League couldn’t possibly get any more chaotic the whole bakusquad came.

“SUP BITCHES!” Mina yelled on the top of her lounges, popping open some wine with Denki, Sero, Jiro, and Kirishima following closely behind.

“How the hell did you do that?!” Dabi asked as he finally popped the lid off, the corkscrew went flying in the air and hit Bakugou. Bakugou smacked Dabi across the face and sulked in the corner.

“I don’t need to know sign language to know what that means.” Jiro stated, her index finger flicking in the air like something was going to fall out of the roof on her command. Dabi flipped the purple haired girl off, Jiro rolled her eyes and focused on getting the food out of the way. She gently laid down some pork and smiled at the villains.

“Why the fuck did you bring pork?” Shigeraki asked, finally un-glueing himself from Deku and going right in front of Jirou.

“Pork means good luck and wealth if you eat it on New Years.” Jirou answered carefully.

“We’re going to need that considering that you guys keep attacking us!” Kirishima added, not wanting to be left out on the conversation.

”we attack you guys so much because it’s fun!” Toga cheered, her yellow eyes scanning the bar. “Is Izuku here?” She inquired, Bakugou just the door open and scoffed at Toga’s attitude.

”No, he just jumped out the window.” The ash-blond teased. Toga growled before leaping forward and trying to stab Bakugou, Bakugou skillfully dodged and tripped Toga with his feet. Toga scowled before leaping on top of him, but she was stopped by Dabi holding her torso.

“LET ME AT HIM DABI!!! I’LL TEAR HIM APART!!!” Toga screeched as she tried to get away form his grasp. Dabi rolled his eyes as he held Toga back, bored out of his mind.

“Later.” He responded, chucking Toga on the couch. Toga landed on Spinner and the two then argument amongst themselves.

*later with Y/N*

”Come oooooon!!!” You whined, dragging Dabi out and getting him in the car.

“Champion, you know I love you right?” Dabi asked, you nodded her head as she started the car and buckled yourself in.

“Yep!” You exclaimed, putting a lot of power on the ‘p’ sound.

“But we talked about this…not driving.” Dabi stated more sternly. You rolled your y/e/c eyes and started driving anyway.

***

”Y/N/N YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME THROW UP!!!!” Dabi yelled, you shrugged her shoulders as you broke every speed limit there was imaginable.

“Oh look the cops are chasing me.” You commented as you pointed to the back window of the car where several police cars were chasing after Dabi and you.

“OH GOD!!!!” Dabi exclaimed, rolling brown the window and throwing rocks at them.

“Since when do we have rocks in the car?” You inquired, your calm and squeaky voice not even comparing to Dabi’s frantic and deep voice.

“SINCE YOU STARTED DRIVING!!!” Dabi countered, you hummed and started playing “WAP” on full volume as she started singing along.

I said, certified freak Seven days a week Wet-ass pussy Make that pull-out game weak, woo

”y/n you bitch stop singing to tiktok songs and help me!” Dabi begged, you ignored your boyfriends cry for help and kept driving. Pushing the speed limits a little further each time.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy

You ignored as the cops yelled some gibberish and kept singing. The citizens turned and saw the police-chase, some laughing at you and some joining in on your singing.

Beat it up, nigga, catch a charge Extra large and extra hard Put this pussy right in your face Swipe your nose like a credit card Hop on top, I wanna ride I do a kegel while it's inside Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes This pussy is wet, come take a dive Tie me up like I'm surprised Let's role play, I'll wear a disguise I want you to park that big Mack truck Right in this little garage Make it cream, make me scream

Everyone in the sidewalks soon joined in your singing as the younger teens pulled out their phones and recorded her to put it on their tiktok’s. Dabi was still having a mental break down as he screamed on the top of his lounges that the cops where still after him.

Out in public, make a scene I don't cook, I don't clean But let me tell you how I got this ring (ayy, ayy)

”You where fine at first until you forced me to date you then you showed your true colors.” Dabi answered, everyone in the crowd berth into laughter along with you. Soon, Dabi reluctantly joined in on the singing.

Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be I'll run down on him 'fore I have a nigga running me Talk your shit, bite your lip Ask for a car while you ride that dick (while you ride that dick)

the cops started slowing down and the cool cops joined in in on the singing while the grumpy cops yelled at the citizens and threatened to arrest them.

You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thang He already made his mind up 'fore he came Now get your boots and your coat For this wet-ass pussy He bought a phone just for pictures Of this wet-ass pussy Pay my tuition just to kiss me On this wet-ass pussy Now make it rain if you wanna See some wet-ass pussy

as the chorus came around again everyone sang even louder. Laughter filling the area as they saw the funniest nonsense that belonged to the villains.

Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra With a hook in it, hope it lean over He got some money, then that's where I'm headed Pussy A1, just like his credit He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it I let him taste it, now he diabetic I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp I wanna gag, I wanna choke I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing That swing in the back of my throat My head game is fire, punani Dasani It's going in dry and it's coming out soggy I ride on that thang like the cops is behind me I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo

Everyone practically screamed the ‘dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat’ part, the music from the radio now drowned out by the people who have memorized it word-by-word either eagerly or reluctantly.

Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder Big D stand for big demeanor I could make you bust before I ever meet ya If it don't hang, then he can't bang You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?" When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name Ah (whores in this house)

Dabi started recording on his phone while people sang the bridge and sent it to the ‘League Of Villains’ group-chat.

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy Now from the top, make it drop That's some wet-ass pussy Now get a bucket and a mop That's some wet-ass pussy I'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP That's some wet-ass pussy Macaroni in a pot That's some wet-ass pussy, huh

As the song came to and ended some people stopped recording but to there kept recording. Dabi got a text from ‘Ash Child’

Ash Child: What the fuck?!

Dabi: y/n started running from the cops and out on this song

Chapstick🧴🧴🧴: I already heard this song enough!

Blood rat 🐀🩸: I said certified freak!

Spinner: That’s it I am removing Toga from the group chat

Blood rat 🐀🩸: but whyyyy

-blood rat🐀🩸 was removed from the group chat-

People starting listening to the blasting radio as the song came to an end.

(There's some whores in this house) (There's some whores in this house)

[ashyblondwaves]

Hey guys! So I got this prompt the other night and I was writing in my drafts and accidentally screwed up posting it, so I’m reposting it with a screenshot of the ask instead. Hopefully this works. Enjoy!

Awe, anon. You’re so very kind! I’m so glad you’re enjoying my fluff overload going on after last week’s episode :)

Situation: Seeing each other for the first time in a while

Sentence:  “If you’re so bored, I have other ideas on how to pass the time…”

Warning: Mild Dirty Talking Vision. A little naughty kissing.

***

Wanda showed up at the train station an hour early. Though she knew it wouldn’t make him show up any faster, she couldn’t wait another minute to finally be at their meeting spot once again. She passed the time watching the trains come in and witnessing others reunited. Families and lovers alike, there was an onslaught of happy tears, hugs and screams that sent pangs of longing straight through Wanda’s heart.

Soon. It would be her turn soon.

She was the first to step up on the platform when Vision’s train arrived. A tornado of butterflies swirled in her stomach as she watched each person emerge from the train doors, scanning ahead a little to see if she could catch a glimpse.

And suddenly, there he was. Tall, perfectly in disguise and waiting his turn to exit the train. Once she saw him, it was as if nobody else existed on the platform. She wasn’t jealous of the other people hugging and crying around her anymore. Because Vision had just stepped off the train. It was finally her turn.

She waved him down and waited as he navigated through the crowd. With each set of people he weaved through, the more Wanda’s anticipation grew. It started with those butterflies in her stomach. They fluttered around and filled her chest, spreading out to her arms and legs, then hands and feet. Then all at once, she was lifted off her feet and in Vision’s arms once again.

Back at the hotel, the pair were in be. Vision was sitting up, his back to the headboard while Wanda laid on her side with her head in Vision’s lap. She flicked through the TV stations trying desperately to find something good to watch but wasn’t having much luck.

“Would you like me to order you some room service?” Vision asked. “Are you hungry?”

“No, not really,” Wanda replied wistfully.

“Want to take a walk?”

“I’m way too comfortable right here to even think about moving.” She sighed, throwing the remote onto the bed. “There’s nothing on.”

“If you’re so bored, I have other ideas on how to pass the time…”

Wanda’s eyebrows quirked up. “Oh really?” she asked, turning her head to look up at Vision He had a mischievous look on his face, a smug grin playing on his lips. “Have you been doing some reading research again? And for the record, I’m not bored. Just content.”

“I have,” Vision answered proudly. “Mr. Stark told me if I missed my “boo thang” so much I should read some erotica. I think he was joking, but I read it anyway.”

Wanda burst into laughter. “You’ve been reading dirty stories?”

“They were pretty dirty,” Vision confirmed. “But it gave me some ideas...”

“Really?” Wanda cooed. “Tell me about those ideas.”

“One of the stories I read had a scene where the male protagonist starting kissing the female protagonist on her neck,” Vision explained. “Then as he undressed her, he started kissing her lower. Her throat, her chest and finally he settled on her breasts. He kissed them, he licked them, and blew on them so her nipples would harden. Then he sucked on them. And from what the story made it seem, she loved it.”

“Yeah?” Wanda nudged. “How’d that make you feel?”

“Pardon me if this sounds vulgar,” Vision prefaced. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about doing that to you. Having my lips on your breasts, kissing them and licking them and... sucking on your nipples. It’s all I’ve been wanting to do since I read it.”

“It doesn’t sound Vulgar at all, Vis,” Wanda said, taking in a deep shuddering breath. “I think it sounds like something I want you to do, too.”

Wanda sat up quickly and unbuttoned her blouse, peeling it from her frame easily before she crawled onto Vision’s lap. HIs eyes never left her once as she got into position.

“Take my bra off,” she instructed, guiding his hands to the front clasp between the cups.

He undid the clasp easily, eyes focused on the creamy skin underneath the fabric. Wanda shrugged out of the bra and brought her hands to the back of Vision’s neck, gently coaxing him forward.

Vision leaned down and started with a gentle kiss to the tops of both breasts. Using the sound Wanda’s soft humming moan as a guide to keep going. He kissed the skin in a downward pattern, following the swell of her breast and then around the underside before eventually flicking his tongue out and laving the area. With the tip of his tongue, he traced an imaginary line up until he reached her nipple, swirling his tongue around the nub before finally closing his mouth around it entirely.

With each lick and suck, Wanda felt herself growing wetter and wetter. It didn’t take much for Vision to learn and now they could add reading erotica to learn new skills to his list of qualifications. She almost wanted to thank Tony Stark for putting the idea to read it into his head.

Finally, Vision pulled away and looked at Wanda.

“Tell me if I did alright?” he asked.

“I won’t tell you,” Wanda said, taking Vision’s hand in both of hers. “I’ll show you.”

She guided his hand down under her skirt and between her legs, pressing his palm against the thin piece of cotton separating him from her core so he could feel how wet she was.

“You did more than alright,” she mewled. “Now I need more.”

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

It’s The Avengers (03x11)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 3 Episode 11: Exotic Medicines

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline   Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: high and...slutty moments?

Word Count: My heart feels so light today. And Tari is one of the reasons for this. In the sense that she is amazing and gives me hope about myself.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

A creature with the head of an unhinged raccoon and the body of a dragon lizard scuttled on the dry patch of land, looking at its surrounding with those crazy eyes and panting with the sounds that usually came out of an out of breath pug whose nose was too small to take in the precious air for that chonky body. This guy, however, was more interested in chewing on the first piece of leather it bonked against, those huffing noises making any witness feel for this miserable looking animal. The leather boot shoved the raccoozard away only to have that stubborn bastard come back for the seemingly delicious leather that was now drowned in its spit. The boot kicked it casually- and lightly- once again to move away from the ground and instead rest on the barrel. The camera focused out of the boot to show Loki having no feelings look to the little 'zard. The other camera flying low over the creature was more interested in Lulu's raised hair looking at the abomination with caution before coming to smell the poor thing that laid upside down, thanks to Loki's amazing boot skills. Lulu raised its fluffy paw in the air, taking his sweet time to tilt his head and smack the animal in its face. And much to the little fluff's surprise, the 'zard growled and hissed at him, making the fluff ball take a step back. "Hey," Loki called out for Javier, who turned the galactic go-pro in his hand towards the God, "send one of your peekers inside to see how's it going." Javier moved the camera toward him to record himself giving Loki a look of confusion.

"The cameras are not 'peekers'," he signed before shrugging, "and peeking is not ethical." "Oh," Loki raised his brows while the camera quite tactfully panned in on the tension in those exposed biceps of his arms under the black shirt. He raised his hands to sign back. "So you go ahead be 'ethical' when those witches sacrifice her for her blood. Okay?" Javier's muted gasp had more emotion than Natasha on her bloody days- pun fully intended. "You were the one who suggested the witches!!!" The hand movements got more intense by the passing minute. "I suggested them for her bloody cramps," Loki signs back, still perched on the barrel, "I don't know what happens after?!" The camera was called to zoom upon Javier's face before he facepalmed himself harder than he should have. "Most cunning God MY ASS!!" "If the two of you are going to make a ruckus here then I would suggest you leave." Both boys stood in attention while the cameras focused on the woman in her wise years standing right outside the tent. Her authoritative features on that beautiful wrinkled green skin showed no sign of remorse or acceptance for the apologies. When she turned to go inside Javier turned to Loki to sign, "But we were not even talk-" "Because I can hear your thoughts, you useless meat suits," she shouted from the inside. Loki looked down at a fluffed up Lulu and shrugged. "Witches."

The Lounge "Okay, so the trick is for you to go-" Scott raised his leg and gracefully brought it back to bend over to let his beautiful booty naturally display the trademarked 'thicc'ness - "and then jerk it back like-" he continued by giving it a pop. Once. Twice. Thrice. The camera turned away to look at Peter and Vision stare in a mixture of shock as well as delight with a synced tilt of their heads. "How did you do that?" Pretending to flick away the hair from his face as he came back up- quite seductively- he sighed. "I've had practice." The audience waited and was met with no further commentary. "Oh, okay. So, we are not discussing the...uh...practice," Peter breathed before letting his brows furrow in deep curiosity, "but how the eff do you do the-" he bent over and tried to twerk. That twerk came out more like Peter trying to force his diaphragm to push up a seed stuck in his windpipe.  Scott blinked at the effort before helplessly looking at the camera.

Scott: *clicks his tongue* White people problems. We either shake that thang like Beyonce was our mama or we bend over as if begging someone to do the Heimlich on us. *camera zooms in* There is no in-between.

"You need a lot of practice," Scott pointed at the spider boy before moving over to Vision. "And show me what you learned." Vision looked at Scott's phone and WAP started right from the build-up to the verse. The camera never went below Scott and Peter's torsos but the unprecedented shock in their popping eyeballs left a lot to the imagination. When Vision finally came back in the frame, he smiled at the two. "I feel like I could have popped my behind more." Scott and Peter blinked and felt themselves jolt at his statement. "More?!" Peter gasped. "How?!!" Scott shouted at the same time. Vision, unphased, let the music start from the top. "Like this," he added innocently and went out of the frame, leaving both the boys to find a God in their prayers to answer their questions.

Planet of the Witches Javier took the shade of the lone bush under the sweltering sun by squatting under it, all the while watching Loki's leg impatiently tap on the barrel it was resting on. And when their eyes met, the former smiled and signed something. "I'm not worried about her. I'm worried about my ears falling off from listening to Stark's babbling of 'not taking care of her daughter'. I am not her bodyguard. He should know that by now." Javier scoffed. 'Are you sure you know that by now?' Loki narrowed his eyes at him.  "You have been getting cheeky by the day, boy." "And you cannot control your grumbling clouds for a fraction of the 'kula, can you?" The eldest of the witches, a humped grandma with a river of wrinkles over her face and hands and feet, came out to glare at Loki, who got off the barrel to stand in front of her in just a pinch of guilt before his eyes were distracted by your figure coming out of the tent. Before Loki's veiled relief could say anything, grandma took her crooked walking stick and slapped Loki's shin. The tiniest whine filled with confusion to the brim escaped the raven-haired boy. "OW!" the God growled at the old woman before raising his leg to hop around in pain while you tried your best to contain the laughter bubbling inside you. "Do not come to me for help if you cannot handle a few 'kulaeg, you impatient bog!" Loki's jaw unhinged while he hopped about and you gave the camera the more delightful look.

You: *gasp and beam* never in my life I thought I would see Loki stagger like that. That too by a five hundred-year-old alien lady!! *screeches* I love space! *shimmy your shoulders*

"I didn't even do anything this time?!!" Loki thundered, finally putting his foot on the ground. "Wait," you raised a finger in anticipation and confusion, "this time?" Grandma tapped her stick hard into the rocky ground. "Be thankful it's not a yank in your nethers for kidnapping my Logo last time." Your muted gasp grew wider, and the camera panned in when you stood in the middle of the two. "You kidnapped her Logo?" You whispered with elation. "Your Logo did not want to be kidnapped?" You tried hard to restrain the chortle in your voice before trying to come back to a straight face. The camera panned in on your face to catch you whisper, "I don't even know what a Logo is!" right into the lens. "I feel like there's a lot to unpack here. Grandmama, tell me everything this stupid ass has ever done!" Loki didn't seem to like the idea. "What is your problem, Se'tiri? You hit me even when I don't do anything wrong?! Every! Single! Time!" Se'tiri narrowed her eyes at the God, not letting her little body be intimidated by the six-foot tall creature. "You have one those faces, boy. Ones that are asking to be hit because they do not know what manners are." "Oh, dang," you whisper to the camera and secretly praise this alien grandma's spirit. "Fine, I'll never come here, ever again," Loki huffs, grabbing your hand to leave in a two-second surprise state, "come on, Y/N, let's go." "That's what you said last time you blue seaweed," Se'tiri shouted in her raspy voice, "make sure to remember this time! And take those damned bao-bao I made you and your friends, you giant slug!" Leaving your hand for a moment- that seemed to bring a microsecond of mellow sadness over your face- Loki smoothly turned a one-eighty to go inside the tent and bring with him a bento wrapped in blue fabric, grabbed your hand again and gave a stink eye to the woman. "I am taking these bao-bao with me, you rotten hag! And I will come whenever I please!" "You better come with some fucking bao-bao material or I'll not make more for you!" she yelled. Loki was already walking away with you by his side. "You will make me more because I am the only one who eats these stinky buns!!! Come on Lulu!" he yelled back, making the camera focus on Lulu standing upright, both excited and confused with something thin and long hanging from his mouth before he sucked it in and ran behind you two. The raccoon thing was nowhere to be seen.

The Lounge "You guys are the f***ing nuts!" Sam announced as the camera panned out to show Scott, Vision and Peter sitting on the sofa. Two of them had pouty faces while one was enchanted by the Falcon. A good moment of silence passed with Sam's firm expression before he finally spoke again. "You have to move your hips in a way to not hurt your lower back. And you have to split without hurting your nuts!" Both Scott and Peter winced at the memory and brought their ice packs closer to their crotch. "Now, watch...and learn." Sam gave one quick look to Vision and the AI automatically turned on the music for Sam to manoeuvre his body to the beats with the rigidity of water. And before anyone knew it, he was making a one-eighty with his leg to open it into a perfect split before popping that booty thrice for a perfect finish. The camera panned out to zoom in at the faces of equally bewildered and impressed Steve and Bucky standing at the entrance of the Lounge holding hands. "Should we...ask?" Steve wondered to his partner, his eyes still glued to the man of many talents. "Do we have to?" Bucky added.

Bucky: *in all his seriousness* We have to. I need to learn how to do that perfect split but I will cut my own veins before asking Sam for tutoring me.

Away From the Witches "All the weirdness aside because I know it comes from the insecurity in your past relationships of being not loved enough to trust another person, I have to say you and Grandmama Se'tiri really care about each other." The camera was stuck in one frame- on your head resting on your hand while your gaze was stuck on the God pretending to brood while eating the purple coloured buns the old witch had made for him. A quick glance from him at you from the corner of his eye and he was already turning his eyes towards you to question that softness stuck in your eyes while you looked at him. Not to mention your smile. "Stop looking at me like that," he muttered with his mouth half full. "Fuck you, I won't," you giggled lightly, getting a raised brow from Loki. "How the fuck can someone look so cute while eating? Why are you looking so good while eating?" Loki had to stop chewing and look at you for a few moments in keen observation. Or judgment. Or both. "What did they do to you in there?" It was your turn to sit straight in this weird open buggy floating between two alien rhinos as they languidly strolled over the deserted part of the planet. "They squeezed all that painful shit out of me," you inhaled. "Like I could feel my uterus squeeze and let the walls out from inside me, the blood, the gooey stuff, all of it. It hurt a bit at the beginning like every other time but once Grandamama and her sisters started chanting, it was all gone," you concluded with a smile. "Even though the goo was still coming out of my vagina." Lulu's camera caught the reasonable blankness on Javier and Loki's face before both of them put the buns down and tried their best to blink away the pictures you had so patiently put inside their heads. You, still perched with your head on your palm, smiled at the boys. "Should've left the bun for after the icky bloody part. Is it weird I can still smell the blood? Just like that bloody stench you get when you dump your menstrual cup down the drain during a shower and watch all that blood go down imagining you just murdered someone and are reminiscing the entire thing." Loki looked at the camera with newfound confused horror in his eyes.

Loki: Remind me to never piss her off during her bloody days. *inhales* Also remind me to make Clint and Steve piss her off on her bloody days *smirks and raises his brows suggestively at the camera*

"Oh! And she even gave me candy!" You nearly shout, going for the little backpack and unzipping it take out a blue plastic looking bag which looked like something straight out of your younger sister's newly opened business with much effort given to the packaging and the brand. An outline of a herb adorned the logo while a few imprints of languages unknown to you were written below it. "And I am not sharing it with anyone." Loki scoffed, looking at you while slowly putting the delicious-looking bao-bao in his mouth, making you wrinkle your nose before opening your own collection of fluffy marshmallow-like collection and putting one in your mouth. "Oh dang! It's cheesy!" You babbled through your full mouth, gasping with a sudden revelation. "Ooooh!! And spicy!" Loki chuckled and turned his whole body towards you. "Oh come on now, Y/N. You don't have to pretend to give your little trinkets flavours to tease..." His voice drowned when his sight apparently fell on the packet you were holding while gobbling down your second treat. "This one's minty," you added with a wiggle of your brows and a huge smile on your face. "...me," he barely whispered, his attention only on the packet with his eyes narrowing on the foreign words written over it. The bun resting in Loki's hand dropped into his lap for Lulu to make it disappear within less than a second. Loki's hand came for the packet but your reflexes were too good today to let him lay his claws on it. "Oh you aren't getting any," you gasped at his audacity. "I don't want to ea-" Loki snapped himself and moved his hand towards the packet- "let me see the packet." Silence. "Y/N." Your hand went inside the packet for another snack. "Y/N," he called out sweetly with a hint of caution. You popped the little ball of crunch in your mouth. He leapt halfway towards the packet, his hand reaching and almost grabbing your newfound treasure. "Stay. Away," you command with your eyes. "I just want to see the pack-" he leapt again and this time grabbed your back instead while the snacks were raised away from him. "Really?" "You're not getting any!" Loki was lying over your now. Both of you were grunting and squirming; Loki trying to lock his arms around your waist to push you down while you anchored your free hand on the edge of the floating buggy. "Give me the packet!" He roared. "No!" You growled back and hissed at him without turning around to look at his frustration lines. The God locked his legs around yours, using his one arm to restrain your waist and the other to tickle your armpit long enough to make you howl in a burst of laughter that ended with a blood-curdling sigh when he finally got the packet in his hand. "Aha!" He exclaimed, still not letting you go. "I hate you!" You wiggled inside his hold that didn't seem to work him much. "Why do you have to be so FUCKING strong!!" But Loki had all his attention on the package by now. His glow of victory faded as fast as it came when his eyes went over the print, the shades turning from a subtle shade of confusion to a much denser stroke of fear. "Wha-no...no!" Loki looked at your scowling face cursing him left and right. "How many have you eaten?" "Oh screw you!" "Y/N! How many have you eaten?!!!" All the rage in your pupils melted into full-blown innocent kitten eyes. "A few," you whispered. Loki- his lips parted in question with the nearest star hitting his pale face from the side to let his green eyes glow with the reflection coming from your white tank top- tilted his head to judge you with a raised brow. Your lips parted just like his but in heavy bewilderment of the sorts that one does not usually let out before turning to share a look with a camera.

You: *tilt head* was he always this...poetically beautiful?

You mumbled something under your breath with your eyes darting away from his face. "Y/N." "I said I had some at grandmama's place." A muted yet sophisticated gasp came out of Loki's mouth. "How many exactly?" "....Six or seve-" "We can still fix this-" "-teen?" Any hope bubbling in the God's eyes suddenly evaporated when he looked into a camera with a newfound fear.

Loki: This candy *raises the packet to show to the camera* is a sort of soother. It releases the tension in your muscles and helps in better blood circulation along with improving focus, increasing the stamina and...making everything quite...brighter? *sucks on his teeth* *looks at his feet while still holding the packet in frame* All of this happens when you consume two candies. *camera pans in on the artificial smile on Loki's face as he looks back at the lens* *whispers with a strain in his voice* she's had seventeen.

WAP Boys The flatscreen showed Loki gasping in sheer horror while the mute icon activated right over his disparate shade of horror as compared to your confused one. The same camera shifted from the huge screen towards the group gathered in the lounge, trying to figure out who did it. Scott, Peter and Sam were busy teaching Bucky and Steve while Vision made everyone some fizzy lemonade. Wanda searched for the WAP dance videos online while Natasha sat on the sofa- closest to the screen- making videos of the boys. For a second she revered her eyes from the screen to look at the camera sideways. A fleeting second, a straight face and the single silent entity in the chaos was all it took for the Black Widow to blink at the camera before going back to her phone. "There is no way I can do tha-" Steve was trying his best with his hands raised up to his chest in defeat. "Oh, come on, Cap," Scott begged, "you don't even have to do much. You just wiggle a little and your beautiful bouncy ass will do the rest of the work." Steve started to speak but stopped to give a hyperexcited Scott an expression filled with so many questions. "Word," Sam chimed in from behind Steve before gulping down his share of lemonade as he walked towards the sofa, getting a frown from Steve as a response. "Amen," Bucky announced whilst looking at the camera with a nascent smirk as he sipped his lemonade, at the same time trying to push his hair back. The 'really, Bucky?' look on Steve's face was a sweet bonus to already blushing owner of America's ass. "What the hell is happening?!" The unprecedented surprise in the familiar voice put everyone's metaphorical tails into one collective bushy goosebump. All the cameras shifted to a stunned yet stoic Tony Stark standing by the entrance of the lounge while everyone else tried to calm their heartbeats and look for an explanation.

Scott: I actually thought I was gonna get kicked out and so *shrugs*

"He did that!" Scott blurted out while pointing at the empty loveseat. Tony narrowed his eyes at him and the poor Antman found himself at a loss of words. "We were-" Steve paused for a second to give a quick look at everyone's faces before scratching an itch behind his ear- "learning a...a new dance?" "..." "It's the WAP!" Peter acknowledged with quite the enthusiasm till the wide cautious eyes of three people standing around him made him realise what he had just said.

Scott: *breathing into a paper bag* Oh crap! I am definitely dead today. Stark's gonna kill me for ruining his precious baby!!

"You all-" Tony at everyone in the room- "are learning the WAP while I get the news about a deadly virus taking over the world." "What?" There are muffled gasps and confused looks shared before everyone gets serious.

"It's a flu. The scientists are calling it Covid. Dr Cho, Bruce and Shuri are working on the cure," "Who's behind this?" Steve's persona did a complete one-eighty. "Hydra?" "The Neo-Nazis?" "Oh! Illuminati?" "Apparently, it has originated from 'bats'. The Wakandans have a lead on the 'bats'." "Okay, everyone," Steve announced, "let's suit up!" "Woah! Woah-ho-hooo!" The camera panned in on Tony's posture that clearly said 'nobody's going anywhere'. "Where do you think you're going?" Silence. Everyone looked at Steve for an answer. "To find the root of this virus." Tony took a step forward, his head already held high as usual. "Not before I win the WAP." Scott's jaw dropped to the floor, him and the camera looking at each other at the same instant. On the other side, Natasha- lying on the sofa- scrolled through her phone. "Okoye has already taken care of the 'root cause', hasn't she?" she nudged Tony. He didn't answer that. For a few seconds. "Doesn't matter. I can still wipe the floor with his ass. With all your asses." "Okay okay okay okay okay-" Sam nodded, enjoying the playful tension between the boys. "It's on. It is on!" The camera shifted to Natasha, who was still sprawled upon the sofa, smirking at her phone. "Perfect timing," she commented with a wink before opening her phone's camera to start recording.

In the alien Buggy "IIIII Loooove you BABAYYYYY. And if it's quite ALRIGHT!! I neeeed you BABAYYYY to warm these lonely NIGHTS!!!! OH PRETTY BA-" The singing continued in the background while Loki sat defeated on the floating vehicle, focusing on anything but that singing. His lips ran in a thin line, really telling the spectator the limit of his patience. The tension was boiling in his muscles and yet he did not move an inch, just waiting patiently. "Oh my God Loki?" You sat up in a daze behind him, your mouth agape with disappointed horror. "We have been together all this time but you got your hair conditioned! And not mine?!!" Loki's palm tried its best to rub some of his own disappointment off his face. "I thought we were best friends," you whimpered with betrayal in your already watering eyes. The camera focused on Loki shifting as he went for his bag to take out a bottle of water and a small green sachet. His eyes were on the camera when he asserted ever so sweetly, "of course, we are friends, Y/N. And I'll tell you where I got my hair conditioned-" he opened the sachet and mixed the herb-like contents in the water- "but first you need to drink some water." The camera panned out to show you running on the rough terrain away from the alien buggy- while Loki kept talking to himself- hopping in excitement at intervals.  "It will hydrate you and flush out those undesirable dru-" The d-word hung in the air when Loki found the space behind him empty. "Y/N?" He questioned in a tender tone, quite probably wondering you were hiding somewhere. The second time your name came out in urgency when he looked at Javier and Lulu sitting there in confusion. The third time he hopped down the moving vehicle- which, to be fair, moved at a turtle's pace- and looked underneath the levitating body. There was no fourth time. He just looked at Javier and Lulu, who turned to look in the direction you had dashed in. "Why didn't you stop her?!" Loki was restraining the anger so hard. "Oh, what do you mean neither of you can speak!!" By this time, Loki's heart was in his mouth, he was sweating and his breaths were shallow. Javier whistled at the rhino-like aliens pulling their buddy to stop. Getting down, he set his camera to Loki's side profile, conscious to maintain a safe distance from an untethered God. Licking his lips, he shut his mouth and took one deep breath with his eyes closed. The nearest star helped with its bright rays to let the audience know the clench of his jaw was an intense one. Opening his eyes, there was only one emotion that was visible on his entire being. "Fuck."

[acequeenking]

Hadestober #13

13) Take My Hand - Persephone goes down to the Underworld for the first time after Orpheus manages to get it right. (T, Hermes & Persephone, Hades/Persephone)

Persephone drinks the summer away. Doesn’t trust the man to hold to his own promises, not anymore, not after having been burned so many times. She drinks away a good half of May, June, and even July.

“Might want to slow down, green thang,” Hermes says, gives her a weak little smile. She gives him a sharp-eyed glare.

“Sooner or later, he’s likely to ruin it.” She sips down her whiskey, good and burning. He’d introduced her to whiskey long ago: ‘fore that, she was more liable to get drunk with something out of her mama’s wares, a little wine, a little potash. “Always does. Kinda his job, you know, ruinin’ things. Entropy’s a bit of a bitch.”

“Your man don’t seem to have ruined everything.” He flicks his head over at Orpheus and Eurydice, his little boy and their runaway-now-staying-put, giggling over at the bar. Persephone remembers being that much in love. Eurydice thumbs Orpheus’ suspenders, and Persephone’s heart cracks a little bit at a familiarity she can just barely remember feeling.

“A stopped clock is right, once or twice.” She shoots back, then swallows down her liquor.

“All I’m saying is…” Hermes waves his hand, with a weariness she doesn’t think man has any right to feel. Isn’t like they’ve been in circumstances such as this before. “Nothing will change if you don’t try.”

“I’ll try,” she says, after guzzling down the last of her whiskey. “When and what I feel like.”

“Alright,” Hermes’ says, and says it a bit sad, and there’s a twinge in her chest there, knowing as always that he is her closest brother, and she is somehow fucking this summer all up despite his caring. Mama always said there’d be days like this. “Just think about it, for me? For him?”

His eyes gravitate toward the young couple: Orpheus holds out his hand, and Eurydice takes it, smiling like she ain’t just had to walk out of hell not two months ago. Persephone wonders, idly, what Eurydice did with those old worker’s clothes. Probably burned them.

She would.

“I’ll think about it,” she says. “Best I can do.”

“That’s enough,” Hermes says, but the tone says it plain: no, it ain’t.

Persephone drinks her way through a variety of infrequently sampled delights through September. Been rare, right rare, for her to be up so late, thanks to Mr. Lover-I-Was-Lonely, Mr. Lover-I-Was-Despairing no longer showing up so early, by some miracle, well, she has some time to burn and preferably burn down some of her gullet with it. Hard cider ain’t never been her favorite, but it’s a good novelty and she sips her cup while she mulls Mr. Hermes’ words right up til it’s time ot wait for Mr. Hades clarion-bell.

Because the thing is: Hermes is not half-right. Persephone doesn’t owe her old ball and chain much; ask anybody downstairs, and they would tell you – well, after you pour a little firewater in’em –  that their lady has been the one dealing with most of his bullshit, not the other way around.  Her problem is one that they keep dancing around, because she can’t bend herself down to get out of it, no matter how much he wants her to: six months up, six months down. Holy route, and they’ve all seen what happens when she doesn’t keep to schedule.

Man might as well ask brother Paulie not to make the sun shine. Some things just ain’t – ain’t malleable. Fixed. And her husband just isn’t built to be able to accept it for long.

Except, of course, that he seems to be awful quiet. So mayhaps he finally has.

“What’s he doing down there?” She asks, half-fearing the answer, because there are a lot of desperate women and now she is well aware that he’s willing to look for replacements if pushed far enough. Asks it casual of Hermes, asks it over her gin and tonic, fizzy with hope. “My old husband.”

Hermes raises an eyebrow at her. “Think he’s waitin’ for you.”

“And how, pray tell is he waiting?” She takes a drink, presses the subject.

Hermes just shakes his head. Refusing to give up the goods, and odds are good the reason is that Mr. Hads himself is holding him to such. But it isn’t out of nature for Hermes to play coy.

“Waiting alone,” Hermes says, quiet. “I’ll say that much.”

She gives him a sour look and he just laughs, won’t say more.

“Just wait and see, green thang. Wait and see.” She sips at her drink, but she doesn’t feel like drinking. Lousy old Hermes just seems to suck the fun out of it all.

“I don’t do well anymore,” she says, quiet. “Not with his surprises.”

“Maybe it’s not a surprise,” Hermes says. He reaches out, holds her hand for a good long moment, squeezes it, drops it. “Maybe it’s just what it is, sunshine-sister.”

They don’t talk a long while after that; Seph spends her time watching Orpheus tend bar, Miss Eurydice helping him out by serving the patrons. But, since Hermes gets relatively few customers, well, it’s mostly Persephone playing looky-loo and watching the kids make eyes at one another. She wonders: were they ever like that? Himself and herself? Were they ever quite so innocent? She doesn’t think so. Himself was jaded from the beginning, and well…she weren’t far behind. Always been the type to just cling to what she could take and not expect much more than that. Cup half-empty kind of girl, you know? Kind who always has to fill her cup, least she think too much about herself.

She stares at Eurydice, perhaps a bit overlong; girl blushes at the attention and moves next to Orpheus, who holds her so easily, and for a moment, Persephone feels a bright jealousy take ahold her heart; been many a year since her husband has done more than hold her hand in public. Was a time when she made that mountain of a man bend to kiss her.

Hermes must see the despair on her face because he tuts and grabs her hand once more.

“You know how rare it is, for a man to know how good he’s got?” Hermes says, in a low voice. “Even the kids, simple as they are, can’t tell a good thing too often til they lose it. Trust me. I been around. I know.”

“Your point?” Persephone might be almost as old as time, but it ain’t necessarily made her patient. Critical flaw that seems to flow through most of her kind.

But not Hermes.

“It’s a miracle, ain’t it?” He smiles, a little too pointedly, old Hermes. “To love someone so much you fear the second they ain’t in your sight.”

“Starts off feeling romantic,” Persephone says dryly. “But trust me, Hermes, it gets old, being appreciated like that.”

He looks at her; nods twice more. She looks at the serious look on his face and notices, for the first time, how his suit is looking a little bit more threadbare than it used to.  Didn’t he used to have some feathers round that jacket? Seems a time she could recall him being proud of such.

“Can’t tell you that your reasons against him ain’t good ones,” Hermes says. “Lord knows, you two have had your ups and your downs. More downs than ups, I know. But take it from a man who ain’t never – never felt that urge to tie myself down—”

She rolls her eyes; only thing to do, with such an uncomfortable speech. Never liked these big emotional speeches; give her a moment’s tic or tell. The unsaid, brother, sometimes says it a lot more comfortably.

“Well…” Hermes cleared his throat. “Seems to me that it’s rare enough, two people finding one another like that, falling out and then in love, over and over again. Almost miraculous, right?”

“We’re gods, if you believe in miracles at this age…” He cuts her off, with one elegant hand.

“I believe in optimism. Always got a chance of turning better, sister.” His eyes glitter. “If, perhaps, someone gives such a chance…”

She bats her hand away. “Maybe I’ll consider it,” she says, finally. She stares down at Orpheus and Eurydice: Orpheus holds out his hand, and there’s the girl, grinning, taking that hand, so easy, so easy. Maybe that’s youth, she thinks, that slip of hand in hand, so easy, not weighed down by history. Or maybe it’s love, where you ignore the weight of it all because you believe, for one moment, that weight shared is weight eased.

And as she tries to think of a return, a bonmot, a repartee to Hermes’ great big speech, well, she don’t get the chance. She’s silenced as a high train whistle roars.

Hermes flips back his fancy sleeve, checks his watch. “Right on time, sister,” he says. He rises. “Best be goin’.”

And Persephone, well, she thinks: suppose it’s time. She grabs her coat, and it feels heavy on her shoulders, if smaller than the gordian knot in her belly. Hermes offers her his arm, ever the gentleman, but she shakes her head, not in the mood to share.

She’s a bit drunk, and she doesn’t need any distraction besides her husband himself.

“Orpheus,” Hermes says, too casual: “Watch the bar.”

She looks behind, sees the kids smiling at the bar. Doesn’t seem like they’ve heard at all, and for a brief, bitter moment, she envies them. Then she’s out, and she’s walking.

And the train door is there all too quickly.

And a man steps out all too fast.

There’s nothing different about him in particular: same white hair, same dark eyes, same Cheshire smile, same obnoxious glasses. He thinks they make him look young, but they don’t. She stares at him carefully, neutrally: he smiles, flicks off the hated glasses.

And she sees in that moment how his eyes tick, the nervousness that is evident in them; sees the redness of his ears and cheeks, the heavy breath that tells her that he’s been thinking of this moment for dozens of hours. And it’s that, more than any speech of Hermes’ or any glimpses of the young ones, that renders her heart softer towards the man: the way that hand shakes just a lil’ bit when he reaches for her, because he’s nervous. Mr. Hades is a mighty king, but she reduced him to a man once. Seems liable she might be able to again.

“Hey,” he says, the most neutral of all openings. She’d critique it but she, too, struggles to find words, the snappish openings of so many years having erased the old kindliness.

“Hey,” she says. Disgusting neutral, careful in a way they’ve never been. But neutral is safe, and maybe she takes his hand and grips it, and maybe he doesn’t mention the alcohol on her breath, and maybe when he pulls her toward her, well, maybe his hand doesn’t feel heavy after all.

Maybe she’s a fool for thinking that, but she does, and when he leans close to give her a kiss on her cheek after how-long, well: she believes, she believes.

“Let’s go home,” she says. And she holds him tight, and she steps on that train, and they go together to parts simultaneously too-well-known and too-unknown all at once.

But at least they go together.

[huntertheblackwolf]

The Morning After

( This is 1.7k, so I hope you guys enjoy it!💞)

Chapter I: Waking Up

'Fuck.'

       Hunter thought, slightly whimpering as sunlight filtered through the window. Shifting, he tried to borrow further into his pillow, groaning into it. As he tried going back to sleep, his pillow let out a small snort and moved closer to him. Hunter's eyes snapped open, tensing up before relaxing, trying to make his body give nothing. Slowly looking down at his 'pillow' he noticed he buried his face into black locks.

       'What the fuck'. Slowly, he started to pull away, trying in vain not to wake the man up. Wincing, he started to get up from the bed, searching for his clothes. Locating them, he started to put them on, quietly and quickly, noting that his body was full of aches. Finally placing his suit on, he checked to see if he had everything in order.

'Keys, wallet, elevator card, phone. Ugh, fuck this hangover.' 

Shoes in hand, Hunter started to leave the room, without the man even steering. Quietly shutting the door behind him, he started to put his shoes on. Seeing an elevator to his right, Hunter started for it, not even giving the other man he left behind a second thought. Sliding his card onto the slot, he waited for the elevator to come up, checking his phone for the time and ignoring the old messages sent from last night.

'6:39'

Hearing the ding, he put away his phone just as the doors slide opened and showed a man dressed in a crisp, clean suit.

'Lavender and black outfit. Stern and arrogant. Must be someone important if he's coming from the top floor.'

  Quietly entering, Hunter noticed the button for the lobby already pushed. Sighing a little, the doors closed and started to descend. Closing his eyes, he didn't care for the other man behind him as he slowly waited for the ride to be over with.

         'Mm, a nice sweet lemon tea and butter croissant sounds divine right about now. God, I hope a good cafe is open.'

With the elevator coming to a halt, Hunter let out another breathless sigh and opened his tired red eyes and waited for the doors to open. Ignoring the other male, he stepped out, making his way outside and towards any cafe available.

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Slowly making his way back to the hotel, Hunter sipped his tea as his hangover finally left him. Entering, he made his way once again to the elevator, swiping his card, and nibbled on his croissant as he waited. Finally the elevator arrived and the doors opened, allowing him to step inside. Holding his beverage and snack in one hand, he pressed the number '19' for his floor and waited for the doors to shut close. Just before they could, a hand entered the small gap, stopping them from closing.

    "Sorry!", a blond male chuckled as the doors opened up once again. Entering, he was followed by the man in lavender colors, the one Hunter saw before. Not one to speak to strangers, Hunter nodded, just wanting to go to his room already. The unknown males, noting the silence, kept their conversation low and the one in lavender pressed number '23' as his destination. With no interruption this time, the doors finally closed firmly. Unlocking his phone, Hunter went to check on his unread messages from last night to very early morning. Sipping his tea, he read through the messages. Seeing a video with black screen, he pressed it and was immediately met with some very explicit lyrics as the view was blurry from being shifted around so much.

'I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be

I run down on him 'fore I have a ------- running me

Talk your shit, bite your lip

Ask for a car while you ride that dick (while you ride that dick)

You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thang

He already made his mind up 'fore he came'

    'That's right. We were in a nightclub, close to the casino after being kicked out.'

Okay, normal enough, he thought before taking a sip and then immediately choking on it as the view focused, finally showing what or who the person was trying to record. Not caring if the others with him could hear the video too, Hunter kept watching, mortified.

"Hey, Hunt-Hunt! Seems like you're having a grand old time!" Silviya said, posing in front of a pair of people heavily making out, drink in hand, full Cheshire grin on display.

Not caring about the other men inquiring about his well being, Hunter still kept watching, eyes narrowed.

Behind her, last night's Hunter stood, drunk out of his mind, holding the man from this morning against the wall as the man had his legs wrapped around Hunter's waist. Faintly, he could see them passionately making out as Hunter grinded his pelvis against the other man. He heard the man softly moan.

Laughing loudly, Silviya took a swing of her drink. In the background, he could hear someone yelling for Silviya. "I gotta go now! Conner's waiting for me! Remember, wrap it, before you slap it, sugar and have fun!" She cackled, before ending the video.

'Son of a bitch.'

"Hey man, you alright there?" Blondie asked, the man lavender looking at him from the corner of his eyes. Hunter waved him off as the elevator dinged, announcing his arrival to his floor. Pushing past them, he briskly walked towards his room, swiping his hair back. Opening the door, he slammed it shut and rubbed his eyes. Breathing in and out, he started to think and process the information. Exhausted and aching, he pushed past his annoyance and calmly exhaled.

'Ugh, whatever. It's not like I remember what happened. I won't be seeing him again at least.'

With a nod, he left the doorway, placing his drink and food at the center of the table, and went to take a hot shower.

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"Hunter! My dude! Had any fun last night?" Silviya asked, snickering as she and Conner ate breakfast as Hunter finally arrived, strived into a small cafe later that day, to their table. It was already noon, and his friends having just woken up, believed it better to invite him out, then staying indoors. 

A flick of his middle finger was her answer.

Sighing, Conner rubbed the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up, and asked a question that was bugging him, despite Hunter not speaking.

"Quick question. Why were we in that nightclub? Weren't we in the casino?" He questioned slowly, weary of his hangover.

Smirking, Silviya answered as Hunter continued eating his food they already ordered for him.

"Well, 50% lies with me and the other 50% lies with you Conner, my boy. You started to 'cheat'," and this is where she quoted, "at the- what do you call it? The Craps station! Yeah, that's the name! What a name. Anyways, while you were fighting with the manager and stuff, I got into a physical fight with this blond bimbo of a bitch."

Laughing and then grimacing at the sudden movement, causing his headache to increase, Conner asked why.

"I don't really know." She pondered, raising a hand to her chin. "I think it first started when she was saying shit to me. Like bro, she literally came up to me and was starting to say shit like, 'Aren't you supposed to be making rounds?' And 'Where's my drink?'. That's what started the whole fight and cause I was mostly drunk at that point, but still, ya know. Anyways! Bitch had her bodyguards take the punches, if you can call it a real fight anyways. Then, that's when I think we got kicked out and ended up in that nightclub.  I think she started the whole thing, just to show off to the poor bastard she was clinging onto. Kind of feeling bad for him now that I think about it. We really have to go again though, especially if it made Hunter finally chill!" She said, lightly chuckling.

Grunting, Hunter didn't respond and kept eating. Conner and Silviya spoke quietly to each other, trying to remember more from last night. Midway through lunch, Conner stopped and recalled something. "Hey Hunter. I just realized that the guy you fucked is someone important. Like I mean, I just remembered that he has some lackeys with him, pretty cute ones if I can add. I think they're called Samejima and Ryo- something?"

"Ryosuke!" Silviya exciting interrupts as she grins brightly.

"Yeah! That's the name!"

"No dumbass! It's Ryosuke!" She said, pointing to someone as they came over, a slightly taller man trailing behind him.

"Hey Ryosuke! My dude, how's it going?" She asked, shaking the man's hand, nodding to the taller male as he nodded back.

"Hello Miss. Silviya. I'm well enough, I'm just here to pick an order up for the boss."

"Kid, I feel like I already told you, it's just Silviya! Despite the gray hair, I'm still young." She said, chucking a bit as Conner snorted.

"Ah sorry, I'm just used to calling people by titles. How are you though? I hope you got back safely. Last we spoke, I was leaving with Samejima as our boss was currently-" he slightly coughed in embarrassment of the memory as he continued, "busy last night."

Laughing, Silviya nodded towards Hunter who was still eating, not caring enough to look up. "Yeah I know, he's right here." Sensing an awkward lull coming, Silviya clapped her hands together. "I'll let you get back to it then. Hopefully, we can see each other again, maybe this time when we're more sober." She said laughing, Ryosuke joining in. Separating, Ryosuke and Samejima, who was speaking to Conner, left, waving goodbye as their food finally arrived. Sitting down again, Silviya continued to eat, Conner starting up a quiet conversation with her.

Hunter, sensing someone looking at him, finally looked up and spotted Ryosuke looking at him from the window outside as they left. Seeing them getting into a car and leaving, he shrugged.

'Whatever. It's not my business. Not like I'll be seeing them again or their boss.'

Yet, even with that reassurance in mind, he couldn't get the feeling that he would be seeing their boss again some time soon and without his say so. Feeling a chill go down his spine, he shivered and yawned. Drinking his black coffee, he didn't give it much more thought after that, listening to Silviya and Conner's conversation.

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[canumoveurseatup-no]

HC: Pietro walks in on your dance session

Requested by: @chrisemi (thank you for being so patient omg)

Pairing: Pietro x Black!Reader 18+

Warnings: twerking (that’s not a warning but whatever), ‘bad’ words, ugh little smut, I think that’s it

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-You and Pietro had been dancing around the topic of fucking with each other for months now

-The others were tired of it honestly, like just fucking date already

-So much sexual tension!!

-One day you’re doing a little spring cleaning and who doesn’t like the shake a lil sum sum when they’re cleaning?

-Pietro was chilling in his room when he heard you singing through your cracked door and he was shook by the lyrics

-“Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah? You can ride my face until you’re dripping cum. Can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?, Can you let me stretch that pussy out or naaah?,”

-When I tell you his jaw drops to the floor? His jaw drops, bruv!

-You were absolutely belting these lyrics because sis, you were feeling it deep in your soul.

-YOU NEEDED SOME PINK PEEN IN YA LIFE

-”Pussy so good, had to save that shit for later, took her to the kitchen fucked her right there on the table!,”

-Pietro wanted that song.. noo... his smug ass NEEDED that song in his playlist.

-He rounded the corner to your door and knocked and peaking in.

-He caught sight of your ass as you had your hands on your knees and throwing your ass in what?

-A CIRCLE!

-He was mesmerized, girls don’t do that where he’s from

-He knocks a little louder and you turn around, smiling at him and waving him to come in

-But do you stop moving your hips and shaking ya ass?

-Hell no

-You changed the song to “Do ya Thang” by Rihanna and you got HYPE AF

-”What can I do for ya, Piet?,”

-He loved hearing his nickname roll from your lips.

-”I-i just wanted to know what that song was..,”

-You turn your music down a bit, down enough that you could still hear it and him at the same time

-”Which one?,” 

-You had played a lot of songs and you knew he didn’t know the name of any of them obviously

-You knew he’d have to sing it

-”Th-the one that said... fucking her on the.. the kitchen table?”

-”Of course you’d pick the dirtiest song to want to know,”

-He just kept watching your hips as you danced

-You got your phone and sat down on his lap, still moving your hips

-His hands immediately flew to your waist

-HE LOVED TOUCHING YOU

-You were so warm and soft

-You scroll through your library and find the song, playing it again

-”This one?,”

-You looked over your shoulder at him and found him dazed

-”Y-yeah this one. It’s so uncensored, I like it,”

-of course he did. he was uncensored himself

-“it’s the Or Nah remix,”

-he just hums as you continue to dance on him

-he’s just staring at your ass as he runs his hands over it

-“I like it when you dance on me”

-“this is my only time doing it”

-“yeah and I like it”

-he starts to dance back against you and it gets HEATED

-Pietro just falls back against the bed

-he’s deceased.

-all that ass on him is too much for him to handle and he LOVES it

-you turn around and straddle him

-do you stop dancing and moving your hips

-NOPE.

-he’s obsessed. It’s like a Christmas miracle to have you on him like this.

-then it turns into a STRIP TEASE

-he’s practically sweating

-he can’t take it anymore so he pins you under him.

-“well it’s about time you did something”

-he shut you up with a kiss

-you talk too much sometimes so that’s all he’s ever wanted to do.

-now he starts grinding against you to beat of the music

-it gets too hot in the room. HOLY SHIT

-none of this stops until he’s buried deep in you and fucking you to the beat of the music.

-you’ve never had sex to music so this is LIT, especially since he changes the pace when the song switches

-you’re loud... and as much as the rest of the team is happy that you two finally cut the sexual tension, they want you to shut up.

-but no, no ma’am.

-You to take each other over the edge and he collapses on you.

-he’s so smug you want to smack the smirk of his face until you realized you were wearing the same smug smirk on your own face.

-“Care to show me more of your moves?”

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I’m not good with headcanons, I’m sorry! I hope you like it regardless😭 thank you for being patient omg

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[antman-56]

The Long Night Pt. 18

Night was now upon us.

Summer and Qrow were getting ready for their night to find Butch Falcone. Qrow was changing into his disguise which included him putting on colored hairspray give him chestnut tips and his main hair to be brown. He wore a black long sleeve flannel shirt with cogs on the shoulders edges, black jeans, and black vans. He finished and had his sister help him look for anything out of place.

Qrow : Sum, are you sure you want to come with me?

Summer : Yes, I am. Why are you so worried?

Qrow : Well . . .

Raven : Don’t mind him Sum, he just doesn't want you to see him looking like a human being instead of  the common dumpster fire he usually is.

Qrow began to curse at his sister and she cursed back.

Summer in question was in the girls bathroom. She was putting the final touches on herself for the mission. She and Raven went out to get clothes for her and Qrow for their mission tonight. They got him what he would like and spent hours looking for stuff for Summer.

Summer had gotten hair extensions to make herself a sexy ponytail. she had her hair pushed behind her ears to expose more of her face. She had gotten makeup to help bring out the features that usually didn’t get attention. Summer was cute but she wanted to be drop dead gorgeous and make up did just that. 

Summer wore a black and white skin tight noodle dress that showed off her back, shoulders, legs, and cleavage and wore black strap high heels.This was the outfit Raven wanted her to wear and it took a lot of convincing for her to try it and more to buy it. 

She did a spin in front of the mirror to see how the dress would look on all angles and liked how it looked.

She took a few deep breathes and reminded herself of what Raven told her when she was trying it on.

Summer (whispering) : I am smart, beautiful, funny, irresistible and more. 

Now was the moment of truth on how she looked. She opened the door, to get her answer.

Raven smiled when she saw the look on her brother’s face. He didn’t know how to comprehend how Summer looked. His mouth was open and couldn’t form words. He just couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

Summer looked at Raven for help and which resulted in her flicking her head to Qrow. 

Summer (internally) :Okay time to follow Raven’s plan.

Summer walked over to Qrow and grabbed one of his hands with both of hers. She lead it towards her chest, not close were he could grab but close enough that he was interested. She then made eye contact with him and smiled.

Summer : Qrow what do you think? 

Qrow found that his face was burning and it was getting hard to breath. He reached for his collar with his free hand and pulled out it. Was this the same Summer who was embarrassed at the outfit Raven made for their fight against Team BLAD? 

Summer : Does it not work? I am a mess in this?

She said it in a disappointed tone to get a response. Well, it worked because Qrow immediately replied.

Qrow : NO! No. You look a  . . . wow.

Raven snicked at her brothers antics. This was going to be a fun night for her.

Raven : You look amazing Sum. Now back to business, I will be outside the club giving you guys surveillance and maybe some help. I will bring the weapons in case shit hits the fan. Here are your guys coms and be ready for anything. We go into the belly of the beast.

Both of them nodded . It was time to get serious.

***The Club***

To say that the name was original would be the understatement of the decade. The bar was literally named “The Club” with a nine iron neon sign next to the entrance. It wasn’t as big as “Excalibur” with the light and foundation. In fact no music was escaping the building, it was deadly quiet.

Summer and Qrow walked into the club expecting the worse as soon as they entered. What meet them was a pure white room with a white desk, some potted plants and a small tree next to a pair of doors.

Receptionist : Hi, welcome to “The Club”! Together or separate.

Summer (smiling) : Together.

Receptionist : Alrighty then! OH, you two are in luck its couples night since the boss and his girl are here. So, 40 lien for entry.

Summer turned to Qrow who was looking through his pockets and finding them empty.

Qrow : Can you give me a second I think I left my wallet in my car.

The receptionist nodded and Qrow left. He was on his way to Raven when she met him halfway their. Raven gave him all the money she had went back to her position. He reentered, payed the entry fee and receptionist pressed a button to unlock the doors

Receptionist : Have fun you two! 

She handed them 2 headphones and motioned for them to go.

Summer stuck closer to Qrow when they began to walk through the doors. When they entered what they saw confused them. 

Everyone was dancing yet no music was being played. Summer put the headphones closer to her ears and heard dubstep being played.

Raven : Hey you guys, just so you know you owe me 400 lien. Also, act like a couple or else you’ll look suspicious. And since neither of you have ever been in a relationship i’ll guide you.

Both if them blushed from her sudden bluntness.

Raven : Qrow take the lead. Put your arm around Summer and relax if you tense up you’ll look like a virgin. Summer, sweetly grab the hand on your shoulder. Both of you smile. Now do you guys see an empty table or booth to sit in. Okay, walk towards it.  One seat table no problem. Qrow sit on the chair and Summer sit on his lap. Relax~ and do what I say. Look have I ever lead you guys astray. Recently.

Summer and Qrow were now being approached by a waitress.

Waitress : Hello. My names Cindi, i’ll be your waiter. You guys know what you want or do you still need time?

Summer : Can we get some water?

Cindi : Sure i’ll be back for your water and then i’ll take your order when your ready.

Raven : Alright you guys, now the fun part. 

Qrow : What do you mean?

Raven : Get ready to get touchy! Summer put the headphones on your ears and dance on Qrow’s lap. 

Qrow :What?

Raven : Qrow grab her waist so she doesn’t fall off and now look around for Butch. The both of you.

Well what Raven had hoped for happened. Summer had to suppress the blush forming on her face and try to ignore the “feeling”  and was still dancing on Qrow’s lap. Qrow was looking away in embarrassment, unable to look Summer in the eyes.

They got their water and gave their order. They were soon eating and looking for anyone that would look like Butch. 

Qrow tapped on Summer’s shoulder to get her attention. She stopped dancing and took off her headphones. She then reached for the nachos Qrow ordered.

Qrow : I found him.

Summer (eating) : Where?

Qrow pointed at a girl with red and white hair raising her rear to a blonde man with green eyes. He wore a green flannel shirt and black pants. 

Summer : How do you know its him?

Qrow : The girl that looks like a mint is Cherri and the only guy she would do that to would be her boyfriend, Falcone.

Summer : And whose Cherri?

Raven : A bitch.

Summer nodded to his conclusion.

Summer : So how do we get Butch alone.

Raven : Dance sexy next to him.

Qrow : Raven!

Summer : She’s right. We need to get him alone and how to do that with a sexy girl offering him something new!

Summer got up from his lap and walked into the dance.

Raven : Summer do you hear me.

Summer : Yeah, why did you give me a second channel.

Raven : To give you a pep talk. Remember you are smart, beautiful, amazing and strong. Show Qrow what your made of and watch him become pudding in your hands.

Summer : You really hate your brother don’t you.

Raven : Shut up and dance sister.

Raven switched it back to shared coms and began to talk to her brother.

Raven : Qrow -

Qrow (fustrated) : I know . . .

Raven smiled, her plan was working. if only she could see it.

Summer was now next to Butch and Cherri. She took a deep breath and danced. Raven showed her a few videos on how girls dance in a club when their alone, so she followed their example.

Butch looked up from his girlfriend when he saw Summer. Her back turned to them and shaking what her mama gave her. Butch leaned down to Cherri’s ear and whispered something. She straightener herself up and walked away, lost in the crowd.

Butch wasn’t the only one hypnotized by Summer. Qrow watched her with the eyes of a predator looking at its prey. He let out a low growl when Butch tapped her shoulder. She removed her headphones and turned around.

Butch : What’s a good looking thang like you doing in a place like this?

The way he smiled was unnerving. Summer gave him her signature smile in return.

Summer : Just having fun, let loose after a hard day.

Butch : Ah one of those huh. How about I help you out.

Summer : Please do.

She put out her hand for him to take and he lead her to the bar.

Butch : So whats your name?

Summer : Maeve Jennifer Reid at yourself service.

Butch : Butch Falcone, pleased to meet you. let me buy you a drink.

Qrow was watching them from the table. He had to hold himself in place when Butch put something in Summer’s drink.

Qrow : Don’t drink it.

Summer put her glass close to her lips without drinking it and continued her conversation with him.

He suddenly got up and gestured at something. Summer repeated what he wanted to do.

Raven : Play along, let him fell in control. Qrow -

Qrow (through gritted teeth) : I know.

Butch put his arm around Summer and lead her to the VIP area. The bouncers guarding it let him pass and resumed their post.

Raven : Summer keep talking. Don’t you dare stop! Qrow can you -

Qrow : Two guards at the entrance. I need -

??? : Help! Help! Some guy just stole my purse.

Receptionist : Please calm down miss. Jet, Droy can you guys come up here. 

The bouncers left their station swiftly and went up front.

Qrow took the opportunity and made it to the door.

The VIP area was a smaller version of outside. Their was a minibar on the right side, the place had various poles with a girl or guy on them, and no guards.

He spotted Summer and Butch in one of the booths. He was getting handsy with Summer who was politely moving his hands away. Qrow’s blood began to boil at that sight. 

Qrow : Summer i’m in the VIP area.

Summer understood what to do next. She began to act woozy, making Butch smile more. 

Butch : You don’t feel so good. Maybe you should follow me. This place has a room for you to relax.

He took her hand and lead her to the room. Qrow was behind them, trying to keep himself from jumping the guy when his hand reached behind Summer and gave a squeeze.

For Summer she had to restrained herself from breaking the guys wrist.

Butch opened the door and eagerly lead Summer inside. He closed the door, not even bothering to care if it closed fully. 

He pushed Summer on the bed and was taking off his pants.

Qrow (annoyed) : Ahem!!

Butch turned around to see Qrow in the room.

Butch (annoyed) : Who the fuc-

Qrow decked Butch before he could finish. Knocking out the bastard effectively.

Summer hurried off the bed to meet Qrow. Still shaking with anger of what she had to endure from that pig, she kicked him in the groin.

Qrow (smiling)  : Feel better?

Summer : I hate night clubs.

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Poor, Unfortunate Me: Chapter 3

Ben x Plus Size! African American Reader

Summary: What if Ben didn’t fall in love with Mal? Find out the answer in Poor, Unfortunate Me. A story about the lesser known and evil second daughter of Ursula and how she gets the love she has been searching for her whole life.

Chapters: 1 / 2 /  4 coming

A/N: Most animated characters that I bring to life in this series will be the actor that voiced them.  I don’t own any of these characters besides Evangeline, all the other characters are owned by Disney. The collages I add are outfit references for (Y/N).

As soon as you got back to your dorm and Evan saw you crying, she asked what was wrong and tried to calm you down. You told her what happened while twisting the truth to protect the others. She just held you and told you everything would be better. To make you feel more relaxed, she broke out some hidden treats and some self-spa tools, saying she was going to pamper you.

15 minutes into the mini spa, you already felt 100 times better.

“Thanks, Evan. This is the first time I’ve ever done a spa,” you say with an avocado mask on your face, laying on your bed with Evan right next to you.

With the same avocado mask on her face and 2 cucumber slices on her eyes, Evan says, “I can’t believe you’ve never done this before. Not even with your sister?”

You sit up and look at your lap, taking a moment before you answer her question.

“No, she can’t stand me, because I’m too soft. Family is not the same on the Isle as it is here. Just cause we’re related doesn’t mean you have to love or care for each other. You got to look out for yourself.” Your voice is heavy with years of loneliness. When you don’t hear anything from Evan but a sniffle, you look to the side to see what’s wrong.

Evan, with her adorable self, has tears running down her face full of avocado while she sticks a cucumber slice into her mouth. She sits up and while chewing the cucumber slice, she says, “That’s so sad! I’ll be your new sister!” you don’t want to laugh, but the scene in front of you makes it hard.

“Why are you laughing? I mean it. I want to be your sister!” She says with the other slice of cucumber in her mouth. It makes you laugh harder, which results in her pouting like a little child.

After a minute you finally calm down enough to talk to her. “I’m sorry. I’ve never seen something so funny,” she gives you a look, “And sweet. I want to be your sister too. Come here.” you open up your arms for a hug and she takes it.

When you guys pull apart from the hug you both look each other up and down then bust out laughing. During the hug, you guys got avocado all over each other. It was all on both of your clothes. “I trust that you won’t freak out when I do this.” Before she can question what, you mean, you say a little spell, flick your wrist, and all the avocado is gone.

“OMG, you have magic!?” she excitedly said. You nodded ‘yes’, which resulted in a squeal from her. Her excitement was infectious and made you giddy too.

The rest of the night you guys played around with magic until you guys fell asleep. But during your good time, the others were making love potion cookies among doing other things.

After Lonnie left the kitchen, Mal put the cookies in the oven. In the silence of the kitchen, the tension between the group was almost palpable, but Carlos soon broke it.

“Mal, what you said back there to Y/N was very uncalled for. Just because you and her sister have beef doesn’t mean you can take it out on her.” Evie and Jay nodded to what Carlos said.

Mal is trying to hold her ground, by staring Carlos down, but the guilt is too much. She huffs defeated and looks to her feet. “I know! I know… It’s just we have a mission to complete and if we don’t,” she pauses looking up at the others equally frightened faces, then continues, “I don’t want to think about if we don’t.” The air is heavy with emotions.

The same thoughts all go through their minds in the silence of the room. They all started liking Auradon, but they wouldn’t say it out loud to each other. Here they could do and be whoever and whatever they wanted to be without worry of judgment or consequences. But when they thought about it, they don’t belong here. They had to remind themselves they were evil and belong to the Isle. Though, in reality, none of that was true.

They had been so lost in their thoughts, that when the timer broke the deafening silence, they all collectively jumped in surprise. They all shared a look before they all walked over to see how the cookies came out.

Mal takes out the cookies and places them on the prep table. “I think these are ready. So, do we all know what the plan is for tomorrow?” They all nodded in unison.

After cleaning up, they make their way back to their dorm rooms. Jay and Carlos get to their room first, which leaves Evie and Mal to still get back to their room. When they finally get back, Evie stops Mal before she enters the room.

“You are going to apologize to Y/N, right? Just because we are evil doesn’t mean we don’t have manners.” Evie can understand where Y/N is coming from and hopefully Mal can too.

“Yeah, Yeah. Only so we can make her our ally again.” Evie knew Mal was actually doing it because Isle kids stick together, but if it helped Mal sleep at night, she wasn’t going to say anything.

When morning rolled around you felt like something good was going to happen, but it was going to have bad consequences. Letting that thought linger in the back of your mind, you thought about how first period would go after what went down. At least you knew that if Mal came after you again, Evan was coming after her. Yup, reassuring.

Evan was nice enough to walk you to your first-period class since you usually went with the others. When you got there, everyone looked at you, with sorry written all over their faces. Evie put her hand on Mal shoulder, which prompted Mal to get out of her seat and walk over to you.

When she was finally standing in front of you, Evan stepped forward eyeing up Mal like she wasn’t Maleficent’s daughter. “If you hurt my sister,” she points her thumb over shoulder at me, “I’ll hurt you.” Your surprised by the protective nature of Evan but let her do her thing.

Mal’s surprised too but also impressed, so she tells Evan she understands. With that Evan hugs you goodbye and walks to her class. Once Mal has you alone, she says something you’d never expect from her. An apology.

“I want to say sorry about yesterday. What I said was not cool. Can you forgive me?” she asks, looking at you expectantly.

“Water under the bridge. Now let’s get to learning,” she smirks at you, and you guys walk to your seats.

During break, the group tells you about the love potion plan and you agree to help as much as possible. It hurts you to help destroy any and all chances of getting Ben, but you still feel obligated to help them and something is telling you to do so too. They tell you the plan is going to happen after school at Mal’s locker, so you just wait till then.

When the bell rings ending school, you shoot up out of your seat and run out of class since Mal’s locker is on the other side of the school. This causes Evan to follow you, though. You guys always walk from 5th period back to your dorm, so she thought something had to be wrong

By running, you made it just in time. Ben had just taken a bite out of the cookie, when something roughly bumps into you, sending you into Ben’s arms.

Ben is looking down into your eyes and is holding you against his body to keep you from falling.

“Y/N, are you okay?” You nodded too speechless and dazed to verbally answer. The next thing Ben ask you truly knocks you out more than the mystery object that got you the first time.

“But did it hurt?” his slight pause gives you a chance to be confused, then he finishes. “When you fell from heaven?” At that cheesy pick-up line, everyone’s jaw dropped especially yours. You honestly couldn’t believe your ears.

“Ben, Are you okay?” You ask being able to finally stand on your own legs, but Ben still has his arms wrapped around your thick waist.

“I’m fine, but not as fine as you, sweet thang.” he says with a love-struck smile on his face which you promptly covered with your hands so he would stop flirting.

“Jay, can you pull him off me, please?” Jay comes to your rescue and gently pries him of you. Once Jay has him, he asks Ben, “Has your world been worked?”

The answer to Jay’s question comes in the form of a song lyric. Looking you in the eyes, Ben sings, “You know you do.” (quoting one of Michael Jackson’s songs). At that you become flustered and turn around, not wanting to drag out your embarrassment.

When you turn around to see what pushed you into Ben, you see Evan.“Evan, what are you doing here?” she opened her mouth to answer, but you interrupted her. “Wait, were you the reason I fell into Ben?” When you said that, she became a little sheepish as she answered.

“Yes,” she whispered, “But I was only running in behind you to see if you were Ok because you left class so suddenly…sorry.” Hearing her explanation only made you smile. You could never be mad at her.

“There’s no need to be sorry. You were concerned about me and I appreciate that you care enough to check up on me.” With that said you hugged her. During your talk with Evan, the boys left to get ready for their game.

Once you pulled out of your hug, you look towards Mal and Evie and see they both have an urgent look on their faces. “Uh, you want to go to the field and save us some seats in the bleachers?” you ask Evan nervously. She nods ‘yes’ and runs off to the game.

“What was that?!” Mal asked incredulously.

“I’m so sorry guys. It was an accident. I tripped,” you said apologetically, “But you can fix this right?”

“No, there is no time. You’ll just have to become his girlfriend.” She said nonchalantly.

“Wait, what?!” your jaw was practically hitting the floor.

You guess this was the good thing that you felt coming, but unfortunately, you knew it was going to end badly.

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Sweet Tooth: Part Three

A/N: I’m a little addicted to writing this and while I have the time to update frequently, I will. Don’t get too used to it though, my sweet babies. I’m about to be really busy coming up here soon. Oh and I forgot to mention this last time, but I actually got the name of Lance’s sister from a fic I read a while ago! Brooklyn just fits so perfectly, I feel like it should be cannon! So kudos to that author because I now think of Brooklyn Tucker as a real character lol.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: All the cursing and Yonce listening in this one.

Summary: Lance Tucker has come back to his hometown with his ego bruised and his look on life more tainted then ever. When he runs into Y/N; a vibrant plus size woman he went to high school with at her bakery ‘Cake Faced’, he leaves the shop with the taste of sugar on his lips and a hunger that has nothing to do with the cupcakes.

💘💘💘💘

You wake up the next morning, still fuming.

A bottle of wine, six hours of sleep and a scalding hot shower later and you still feel like you could swing on that mother Tucker.

You try to push it our of your mind as you brew a pot of coffee and prepare for work but you just cant. You cant stop the thoughts that are sharp and assaultive.

How dare he?

Who did he think he was?

Who the hell did he think you we’re?

Some sad pathetic fat girl, an easy fuck? That he could ask you, rudely, to drink with him and you would just accept because, what? He was the only man who ever made any advances, and you should take his pity attention. You audibly scoff as you slide into a pair of pointed toe loafers and shrug into your camel coat, flicking your hair out of the collar as you do, assessing your appearance in the mirror by the front door mindlessly.

Yeah, you weren’t a supermodel. Yeah, you we’re over weight. But you actually liked your self, something that had come with years on years of hard work. You liked your fat ass and your curvy waist. You liked the way your eyes looked when you lined them with sharp eyeliner and the way your hair tumbled after you doused it in smoothing oil.

You stomp down your porch steps, irately slamming the door of your jeep after you get in. As you make the drive to the shop, you have to remind yourself that life is short. And you’re not going to let an asshole like Lance ruin you entire day. Because yeah, you liked all of those physical aspects of yourself, but what you liked most about your life; is that you had worked damn fucking hard. You owned your own business. You we’re your own boss.

Boss ass bitch.

So you crank up your Beyoncé playlist and let Queen Bey serenade your morning drive. By the time you get to work, belting out the lyrics of ‘Flawless’ you feel better, and you unlock the store and start morning prep- the stones in your stomach all but gone.

“You look good today Mrs. Thang” Shane, whose opening with you comments as he enters and you just hum and lick a bit of frosting from your knuckle.

“Why thank you, kind sir. You’re looking good today, too. I like the new hair” gone was the beach blond and in was a pretty lavender shade that highlighted his cheekbones. It was almost sad to think that it probably wouldn’t last long. Shane went through hair colors faster then the then the changing seasons, never keeping the same tone for more then a month at a time.

You loved it. Encouraged it. Because you weren’t one of those cunt-y bosses. Yeah, you had rules but mostly they we’re enforced with friendship and mutual respect. Not fearmongering and superiority.

You think that’s why most of your employee’s had worked for you for so long. A couple, like Shane, had been with you from the very start.

“Really, it was an accident” Shane shrugs, running a hand through the fluffy purple locks as he does the chores, straightens and preps before flipping the open sign over just as Ashleigh, one of your girls runs in- whimpering “sorry’s” as she hurriedly grabs her apron from the back and clocks in. You make her explain it to you, obviously, why she was a half an hour late and she goes into a frantic story about having to drop off a sister somewhere.

“Ash, it’s okay” You place your hands on her shoulders, placatingly “Just give me a call next time”

Your firm, and warm at the same time. She wasn’t known for being a flake, and everyone deserved a break sometimes. You weren’t going to bust her balls for her first offence. She looks so grateful it’s almost comical.

“Thank you, I love you, thank you”

“Bitch, go set up the display up front. I’ve done everything else this morning” Shane snaps playfully at her and you chuckle, clucking about language(even though you had the WORST mouth) before going to check on your cinnamon rolls.

It was going to be a good day, you encourage yourself…

And it was.

Even through the intensely busy hours that came with breakfast and lunch, your shop frequented at least thirty-forty people at any given moment at those times. But you couldn’t complain, how could you? Your business was booming. So you were on your feet all day. Boo hoo, the price of success was never promised to be cheap. Luckily you have a near full staff today so you can focus on things behind the counter.

Which def isn’t as much fun. You’d rather be baking, or working the register, but the books aren’t going to balance themselves and you have some business calls to get done. You also may or may not text Courtney and bitch about the night befores endeavors.

-I told you, he’s total piece of shit. Fucking dick-

She messages you about Lance and your nose crinkled. Yeah, he was. Which is sad, because you hadn’t always believed that.

“Hey, Y/N” Your head rises to look at one of your girls, she’s peeking her head into your office “There’s a problem with the corner mixer again”

You sigh through your nose, you’d just had maintenance in a couple weeks ago “Okay, I’ll be right out”

Still, you think, it had been a decent day.

Even when you get splattered with batter as you help fix the mixer. You agree to take Shane’s place at the front counter because he’s better at tinkering with the machine then you are and your only there for what seems like five minutes when your heart drops into the pit of your stomach. There’s a tall head of dark hair, and broad shoulders that have just walked in.

And bright blue eyes that meet yours.

You feel a flash of heat spread through your body and you probably would have told him to get the hell out- but of course Lance Tucker never played fair.

At his sides are two young girls, who you know are his nieces because you’d seen Brooklyn around with her kids before.

You meet his stare, determined not to back down. Your eyes are scowling harshly at him as he approaches you, and really, you wished you hadn’t left your office.

As much as you dislike Lance in that moment, those girls didn’t do anything to you and their giggling excitedly as they get up to the glass, looking at the extensive display of sweets with eyes bigger then their stomach’s.

“Hi” You grin at them, genuinely. Brooklyn Tucker really had reproduce well because her two daughters are gorgeous, some of the prettiest children you’ve ever laid eyes on. The younger one even has those hypnotic baby blues you figured must run in their family line.

They both chime their hello’s at you, the older girl holding the youngers hand in a way that makes you ache- missing your own sister dearly at that moment in time.

“Hi” That’s from Lance, but you don’t even acknowledge him.

“Do you guys see anything you like? Just point out anything you want to taste, okay?”

Both girls press even closer to the glass at that, their foreheads all but plastered to it. The little one seems to be having trouble though, she’s on the very tips of her toes and she’s still not quite tall enough to see all of her options. Lance doesn’t warn her, he just scoops her up in his arms and she squeals as he lean’s her down haphazardly so she can get a peek at all of the pastries.

“Thanks, Uncle Lance”

Your eyes meet his, just for a moment before you quickly divert them again.

So he did one cute(ass motherfucking) thing?

That didn’t pardon last night’s…and all the nights before that’s sin’s.

“I never know what to get when we come in here there’s just soooo many options. I’m going to have a mental break” The older girl blabbers and you chuckle. How old was she? Ten? Oh, sweet child, you want to tell her. You don’t know anything about mental breaks yet.

“Why don’t you ask, Y/N. She really knows her stuff” Lance chances a peek at you, but your still refusing to look at him.

“Really? Please halp me” The young girl balks and you laugh out loud.

“Okay, kiddo. what do you like? Are you into fruity flavors or are you more of a chocolate girl?” you start the process of helping her choose, one you’re well acquainted with.

“Give me all of the chocolate”

“A girl after my own heart, I like you” You smile as you start collecting samples for her to try.

The Mud Slide, the Dirty Old Man, and finally the Cookie Monster.

You knew she’d like that one, it was a hit with kids.

“What about you, sweet pea?” You ask the little one in Lances arms.

“Well I was thinking I would just take another one of those one’s I got last time” Lance answers you cockily, with a playful glint in his eyes.

“I wasn’t talking to you” you say at the same time that his older niece says “She was talking to Lula!”

Lance’s gives her a pointed look “Don’t team up on me now. You’re supposed to be on my side”

Again, ignoring him you ask “Lula, do you see anything you want to try”

You can tell she’s quieter- maybe not as bold as the other Tucker’s in the shop and you don’t want her to feel left out. When she points to the Strawberry Crunch Bar you smile and give her the little tester spoonful, your eye brows wiggling friskily at her. She giggles and tells you that, that’s the one she wants.

“Well I’ll try it too then” Lance decides and you hand him a tester, not nearly as nicely. He wraps his lips around it, his eyes glued to yours and smiles.

Fuck.

Why is his smile still so gorgeous?

“Mmm- it’s okay”

You glare at him and he chuckles and holds his hand that’s not occupied by holding the child up “I’m kidding, jeeze”

“Will that be all for you guys?” you’re not trying to rush them- but you really are. He was already getting on your nerves.

Lance wants to sigh, and reach over the counter and shake you because obviously he was throwing up a white flag, couldn’t you give him a break? He’d spent the entire morning, with a gnarly head ache(because he, in fact, had finished that case of beer) and an itch he couldn’t scratch. An annoying one that had led him back to this shop. Luckily, he was babysitting the girls while Brooke was at work so he knew you wouldn’t turn him away.

But that didn’t stop you from being really damn difficult.

“No, actually. It wont. Le'mme try that one” He points to a swirling green cupcake with chocolate sprinkles. And then five more after that. It get’s a little ridiculous because you can tell he’s not even really into it. He’s just doing it to annoy you.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” You ask tensely after his sixth taster, your really trying to be professional but he’s really getting under your skin.

“I don’t know you tell me”

You huff at his answer. Why was he tormenting you?

“Uncle Lance I want to eat my cupcake!” The older girl pulls on his arm, hurrying him.

“And you can, when my friend here tells me that she’ll join us”

Has he lost his damn mind?

“I’m working” you instantly snap.

“Well isn’t one of the perks of being your own boss being able to take breaks when you want to?” Lance pushes “Just a quick one, we’ll eat in the store”

“No”

“Come on”

“Please miss- it’ll be really fast I promise” The older girl begs and you could hit him for doing this to you. The store was quiet enough that you couldn’t use that for an excuse…and really, you owned the place. You had no superior to look out for.

“Fine. But I cant hang out for long, It’s almost four, it’ll start to pick up again” You bend with a sigh as you ring them up and Lance stands a little straighter. The shit eating look on his face makes you want to puke. You sit at one of the tables with them and watch with fond amusement as the girls begin feasting on their cupcakes animatedly.

You learn that while Lula isn’t much of a talker, her older sister Zoey is. The girl, who tells you that she’s nine and a quarter, is maybe the most talkative child you’ve ever met. You cant even really absorb all that she’s giving you.

“Jesus, Zo. Give the woman a chance to breathe” Lance teases her, wiping a stray bit of frosting away from her cheek with his thumb.

“You don’t mind, do you Y/N?” Zoey asks around a bite “We’re friends now”

You smile widely at that but very seriously tell her “Of course we are”

“See?” Zoey shoots at Lance “You’re just mad because she’s my friend and not yours”

Lance covers his grimace with a smirk as he looks down. The kid’s not wrong.

“Maybe your on to something”

“Don’t be weird” Zoey alerts at the sound of his gruff voice “We can all be friends, right?”

She looks at you with a child like innocence that renders you speechless for a moment, grasping for the right words.

This was so unfair,

“I don’t make friend with boy’s. Their gross” Lula is a godsend you decide as she breaks the silence with her comment.

“Live your entire life by those words” You advise the younger girl and Lance chortles.

“That’s a little sexist” Zoey is something else. The girl spoke like she was far older then her nine years.

“I promise that when you get to be my age you’ll understand”

She just goes back to her cupcake and idle chatter after you tell her that.

“What if the boy really wanted to be your friend?” Lance asks lowly as his nieces debate something between themselves, not paying attention to the two of you.

He’s leaning into you a little bit, his shoulder is nearly touching yours and his knee brushes your thigh.

You knew what he was doing. And you weren’t amused in the least.

“I don’t think the boy knows what friendship is”

“C'mon Y/N. Don’t be like that”

You snap your eyes in his direction warningly.

“I’m not being like anything. Like I told you last night-”

“You don’t give a shit about me. Yeah, I remember”

You chew on his words, they taste sharp and bitter and ugly.

“I didn’t mean it like that” your voice is softer, softer then you’d meant it to be.

“Then be my friend”

The way friend rolls off his tongue is suggestive and almost sinful and even though you refuse to look at him, his eyes bore into the side of your face and you attempt not to squirm in your seat. Hating that he was getting this kind of reaction out of you.

“Y/N!” Saved, once again by the bell. Or fate. Or Shane. You scoot out the chair to stand instantly, extremely relieved to have an out.

“It was really nice to meet you guys, I hope you liked your cupcakes” You bid fare well to the girls.

“It was nice meeting you too. We’re friends now, so I’ll be back” Zoey informs you, matter of factly and you bite a laugh.

“I’ll be waiting” you salute her as you prepare to leave.

Your not expecting Lance to be so…bold. Which is stupid. Because bold is pretty much who he is. He reaches out to block your path with his long, toned arm and your thighs bump into it.

You look down at him, irate.

“Thank you” He looks up at you, that insanely pretty jaw tensing and his eyes literally cutting holes into you.

You shake your head, trying to banish the feeling.

Really, it just looks like your shaking your head at him being a total ass hat.

“Your welcome” You mutter, but his arm doesn’t drop. He’s still caging you in, in a way that’s making your chest flutter uncomfortably. It’s like he can sense it, because he grins and his voice comes out smooth as butter.

“It really was delicious”

Was he fucking with you?

He had to be fucking with you.

“Yup. It’s my job, now move” if the children weren’t there you would have been a little more…colorful, but the way you say move is enough for his arm to retreat.

He cant decide whether he wants to smile, or glare. Whether you’re actually annoying him by being so stubborn or turning him on. As he watches your hips sway he thinks it might be the latter.

“I like her” Lula announces, as she licks at the cupcake wrapper for any remaints of icing and Lance’s mouth twitches as you toss your head back and laugh at something someone said to you. He did too. He thinks he always had.

Part Four

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Okay, what did we think about this one? I know their relationship is slow burning and for all intents and purposes Y/N still isn’t his biggest fan but isn’t that realistic? Lol he’s sooooo full of shit and I think the woman that finally caught Lance Tucker would def know that. Please leave me some comments, some feedback about what you think. Even if it’s constructive criticism. I really like this story and I want to know if you guys do too!😭💛

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The New World - Part 3

A shorter chapter, but hopefully will answer some questions, but not the BIG question... not yet. Stay tuned, my lovelies!

Part 1 | Part 2

Daryl x Reader, Daryl x Maggie, Maggie X Reader, Daryl x Glenn, Negan x All

Warnings: Implied smut, language, Canon-Violence, Canon-divergence, some fluffy moments with Daddy Daryl

Word Count: 3401

The only light trickling into the cell through the one small window cast a dark shadow across his face. His hair no longer neatly slicked back, hanging long in his face. A grin crawled across his lips as the voices from outside became louder. The iron gate opened into the exterior of the cell, and he waited patiently for them to make their entrance.

The moment they were all in his line of sight, Negan pushed himself away from the wall, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. Chuckling darkly, he smirked as his eyes locked onto the sheriff.

“Been wonderin’ when you fuckers were gonna come down here and see me.”

“What? No ‘happy-to-fucking-see-you-Negan’ smiles? C’mon, I thought we were all friends now?!” Negan’s voice bellowed and bounced off the walls of his cell, making him sound larger than life, a sardonic grin plastered across his face as his eyes flicked from each one of their glares.

“Now, I imagine there is a problem of some kind, because normally, it’s just my buddy Rick here stoppin’ on by for a chat,” Negan’s eyes narrowed, a playful defiance burning in them as he met Rick’s gaze. “But, lucky me! I get the whole damn crew!”

He ran his tongue over his top lip and bit down as Rick took a step closer to the bars of the cell door.

“What did you do?” Rick growled, trying to fight the urge to shoot the man through the door.

“Do? Me? Awe, Rick,” Negan feigned disappointment and clutched his chest with one hand, “I’m hurt. What is it that you think I’ve done?”

Rick cocked his head to one side and could feel Maggie’s hand barely touch his shoulder. He turned to look at her and slightly shook his head. Without a word Maggie gave him a look that told him she was ready to handle Negan.

Rick flashed a questioning glance to Glenn who nodded, though seemed to be just as nervous. The sheriff moved out of the way to let Maggie stand face to face with the prisoner.

“Now, now! This IS a treat! I mean, I always enjoy our time together Rick, but feasting my eyes on this pretty little thang, well, does my heart good!” Negan laughed and licked his teeth while staring down Maggie.

“Hey! You don’t fucking LOOK at her,” Glenn yelled ready to pounce on Negan. Daryl grabbed him by the shirt to tried to hold him back. Even though Glenn was smaller, it took all Daryl’s strength to keep him still.

“Not now man,” Daryl grunted. “She’s got it.”

Maggie’s fiery gaze never left Negan’s face. Amused by Glenn and Daryl’s actions, Negan finally looked back at her. When he met her again and saw the look she was wearing, his tickled expression fading away.

“Damn, girl. You don’t have to look at me like that,” Negan stood up straighter now, his attention solely on the woman in front of him. “What is it that you want?”

“I want you to tell me how you made that happen,” Maggie stated calmly and matter-of-factly. “I want to know how you managed to get rid of the guards and get the gate open. Who’s helping you?”

Daryl and Glenn exchanged a curious glance, while Rick took a step back and narrowed his gaze at Maggie, then back to Negan.

The twinkle faded from his eyes, along with the smile he always seemed to wear. Negan took a few slow steps towards the door. When he was close enough, he wrapped his hands around the bars, leaning his face into them as far as he could.

Maggie didn’t budge. Standing her ground merely inches from Negan, she maintained her level voice and spoke again.

“Tell me what I want to know. Now.” None of the men behind her noticed that she slowly reached around to the back of her jeans where her gun was waiting.

“Lady, I have no idea what you’re fucking talking about,” Negan hissed at her, his brow furrowed in frustration, nostrils flaring with anger. “Besides, even if I did fucking do something, which doesn’t seem very fucking likely, explain to me how I would do that? You’ve, had me locked in here, for YEARS!” Negan’s bark rose to a deafening level in the small cell, his chest heaving with fury.

Maggie smirked, and in one quick motion pulled the gun from the rear waistband of her jeans and had it to Negan’s forehead.

“I don’t have a clue, you stupid piece of horse shit, that’s why I’m askin’. We have children here, and whatever game you’re playin’ nearly got them killed. So, I am going to give you one more chance to answer my questions before I put a bullet between your eyes.”

“Please, sweetheart. Do it,” Negan goaded her.

Maggie to pull back the hammer of her gun, as Negan defiantly raised a brow at her. Trying to hide a grin, Maggie pulled back the trigger, making Negan jump at the ‘click’ sound of the empty revolver.

“Like I’d give you the satisfaction,” she laughed, shaking her head as she tucked the gun back into her jeans. “However, you will tell me what I want to know. Eventually,” Maggie turned and walked out of the cell without looking back. Before she was gone completely, Negan could hear her leave instructions for Glenn, Daryl and Rick. “Rations are low boys, he’s the first to get meals cut.”

Rick smirked and turned to leave with Glenn and Daryl following behind him. When the iron gate closed shut, Negan stepped back from the bars and sauntered over towards the small window. The day’s light was fading which meant he would be in the dark soon. He didn’t mind when the dark came though, it was when his friend came to visit. After the day’s events, he was anxious to have a nice long chat with them, there was a lot of work to do.

 The church door opened and closed behind you, but you didn’t move. You knew Maggie was there without looking; Maggie was always there. She slid into the pew next to you and placed a hand on your knee.

“You alright?” she asked quietly, looking straight ahead.

“No,” you sighed, running your hands through your hair. You noticed you were still covered in blood and cringed. “I need to change,” you said absently, more to just have something to say.

“Hun, what happened out there with Daryl? All this time, I’ve never seen you two fight, ever. What’s going on?”

“Maggie, he wants to –”

“I know what he wants to do, Y/N. I don’t like it, but I agree with him, and so does Glenn.”

“Maggie, I can’t. I just… I can’t do that again. Not after last time.”

“Y/N, you have too. You need to talk to him about it now. If you don’t want to tell me about all that happened back then, fine. But you have to talk to Daryl. He just wants what’s best for everyone, wants to keep everyone safe. That means the kids need to know how to defend themselves.”

Shaking your head, Maggie rubbed a hand up and down your back. “Sweetie…”

“I know. I know you’re right,” your voice was small, riddled with a range of guilt, sorrow and anxiety. “I’ve put it off long enough, he needs to know.” Sighing deeply, you patted Maggie’s knee and stood up, ready to finally explain yourself to your husband.

  Walking into your house, you saw the light shining from under the playroom door down the hall. Pushing it open, you saw Daryl laying on the floor with Abe and Shelby, a video playing on the small TV Glenn had found them. He had one arm tucked under his head and one curled around his daughter, both the kids had already fallen asleep.

You stared at them for a minute and felt overwhelmed with a swirling eddy of love and fear. As if sensing your presence, Daryl lifted his head and saw you by the door. Making sure both kids were comfortably asleep, he left a kiss on their foreheads before he got up completely and left the room with you.

Daryl pulled the door closed quietly and you motioned for him to follow you. You went to open the door to the porch, but his hand on top of yours stopped you.

“Wait, babe, why don’t you go get cleaned up,” his gaze was soft and loving. He brushed a thumb over your cheek and gently pulled your face to his. His lips touched your softly before leaning his forehead into yours. “I’ll wait for you outside, then we’ll talk.”

Fifteen minutes later you had quickly showered, changed, and found yourself pacing on the porch. Daryl was leaning against the house waiting for you to say something, but finding a place to start was much harder than you thought. Taking a deep breath, you smiled at your husband and found your voice.

“I got married young, like real young,” your hands twisted in each other, nerves already getting the best of you. But you knew this was a long overdue conversation, and Daryl deserved to know.

“His name was Robbie. I knew him from high school, but right after we got married he wanted to move to Atlanta. Our boys, Jacob and Ryan were born within two years of moving there. It didn’t take long for us to realize we were miserable together. He was an ass, cheated on me so many times I honestly lost count.”

You saw Daryl’s body tense at the admission and loved him for it. Even though it was so far in the past, knowing he still had a reaction to someone hurting you made you love him even more.

“’Bout two months before the outbreak, my dad died and we ended back on the farm. We were broke, couldn’t afford the city anymore. So, the plan was to just live there ‘til we could sell it and then,” you just shrugged, not knowing how much to really tell him, “…probably was just going to leave him, but then the world went to shit.”

“You shoulda beat his ass,” Daryl chimed in, crossing his arms over his chest.

You snorted a nervous laugh and tried to continue, your hands still turning in each other anxiously.

“About a week after we saw the reports of what was happening in the city, Robbie insisted on checking out the property. He wanted to know if the fences were intact and he wanted to take the boys, but I said no. But, being how he was, he insisted. We had been fightin’ so much Daryl, I was just tired of fighting. I shoulda never…” the sobs came in hulking waves, your chest felt tight at the memory of watching the boys leave; walking down the lane of your daddy’s farm smiling, and never seeing them the same way again.

“It’s alright sweetheart,” Daryl comforted quietly, “take your time.” He put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him. Normally his embrace made everything feel better, but in that moment, you just needed to get it all out. You needed to feel it all, the guilt included, if you wanted to be honest with your husband.

You gingerly pulled away from him and paced back and forth on the porch again. Daryl watched you carefully, waiting for you to continue. Swallowing hard, you looked at him and offered a sad smile while wiping tears from your cheeks.

“When they got back, Jacob had been bit. They were out in the west end and a walker came from the woods. Jacob was on the other side of the rails, got caught climbing back through and it got him on the arm. I remember that Robbie was so calm about it…”

You ran your hands through your hair and even sniffed a laugh at the memory of how naïve you’d all been. “He thought it would just heal because it wasn’t that bad. Neither of us knew then what it really meant. The news had been vague and because we were way out there, we didn’t see it up close.”

The next wave of tears threatened, but you held them back to get through the hardest part.

“The fever came on almost immediately, and within the night he died. We didn’t know he’d turn. I didn’t know…” you could feel yourself starting to hyperventilate, but when Daryl’s hand touched your shoulder, you steadied yourself.

“I had fallen asleep in the chair on the other side of the room and didn’t hear him get up. He came back, Daryl… he walked right past me and went to his brother’s room. I don’t know why. There was no reason for it. Jacob went right into Ryan’s room… I heard Ryan scream. I jumped up and ran in there just as Jacob was ripping out his brother’s throat. I can still hear him trying to scream, but he just made this terrible gurgling sound.”

Daryl’s arms wrapped around you from behind and crossed across your chest, his chin resting on your shoulder. His mouth was by your ear, the bristles of his beard tickling your neck.

“You don’t have to…” he whispered, “You can stop if you want, I get it now.”

“No, you have to hear it all,” you turned to face him, knowing now that he had to know everything that happened in the house that night.

“Alright,” he grumbled, slowly releasing his grip on you, but letting his hand linger on your shoulder.

“I screamed. I screamed when I saw them like that. I didn’t know where Robbie was, he wasn’t upstairs. But when I screamed, Jacob turned and came after me. I didn’t have a gun… didn’t have a knife. I didn’t even know that you needed to get the brain…”

“No one knew everythin’ in the beginning, Y/N. You can’t blame yourself for that.”

“I know, but when they’re your kids Daryl, you can’t help but blame yourself. My beautiful, sweet boys were dead, and I was panicked. I slammed the door shut, ran downstairs looking for Robbie. Found the fucking asshole passed out in the chair; bottle of whiskey on the table and his fucking hand down his pants. I saw daddy’s shot gun on the table. I picked it up and I shot him. I hated him Daryl. In that moment, all I could think was that my boys were dead because of him. He insisted on taking them out that day. Damn near tore my head off over it in a fight that morning.”

Daryl closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Biting on his lower lip you could see him trying to contain the swell of anger and sadness building.

“I hate that you had to do that,” he snarled, his hands balling into fists.

“I don’t care that I killed Robbie. It’s horrible but, if I am being honest, I have no guilt for that. It was the walk upstairs to Ryan’s room that killed me. I shot Jacob first in the chest. When he didn’t stop coming, I aimed for his head. That’s how I learned how to take out a walker, by shooting my son in the head. Ryan was just starting to come back, so I took care of him too.”

“I’m sorry,” Daryl said softly.

Your voice was even now, the emotion had somehow leveled out once the tale was told. You leaned over the railing and took in a deep breath of crisp evening air and looked up at the stars.

“Daryl, I’m sorry for how I acted earlier,” turning to your husband, you found him barely a step away from you. “Just with the walkers comin’ in, and the kids… I just…”

“It’s fine,” he said leaning next to you at the railing. “Thank you, for tellin’ me ‘bout your boys though. You know you can talk about ‘em to me, right?”

You nodded, “I know, it’s hard to even think about them, much less talk about them. Especially with Abe growing up. He looks so much like Ryan sometimes.”

Daryl grabbed your arm and pulled you into his chest. His embrace felt warm and comforting, and this time you accepted in greedily.

“What you did to that piece a shit… he got what he deserved,” he kissed your head and wrapped an arm around your neck. “But, I stand by what I said earlier. We can find a way to do it so’s you’re comfortable, but, sweetheart… those kids gotta learn if they want to survive.”

“I know,” you said barely above a whisper.

“What happened today was no accident,” Daryl said, making your head snap up to look at him.

“What?”

“Mmhmm, after you left, me and Rick went to see him, Maggie and Glenn too. He’s up to somethin’,” Daryl snarled.

“How is that possible?”

“I dunno. Rick and Maggie both have a few thoughts, gonna talk about it all tomorrow. I wanted to wait for you to be there,” he looked down at you, smiling softly, “but you were pretty pissed at me before so, figured tonight wouldn’t be the time to talk.”

Biting your lower lip, you snaked your arms up around his neck and tangled your fingers into his hair. “I’m sorry baby, I lost my mind for a minute. Chalk it up to a stressful day?”

You didn’t want to think about the past anymore, and even with what he just told you, you didn’t want to talk anymore period.

“Yeah, we can do that,” his eyes narrowed on you and you knew he was done talking too.

“Tomorrow, we’ll get together with everyone and figure shit out,” you raised an eyebrow at him and pressed your body a little closer.

Daryl’s hands rubbed down your back, and over the back of your jeans, gently cupping your ass. “Tomorrow’s good.”

“Maybe for tonight, I can just say I’m sorry for being a little crazy before and make it up to you.”

You reached up, brushing your lips against his. “Because, I am really, really sorry…”

“Mmhmm,” Daryl growled, and took a fistful of your hair through his fingers. He bent your neck to the side and lightly sunk his teeth into your neck. “I’m thinkin’ it’s time to get the kids in their beds. Then, I think it’s time to throw you into mine so you can start makin’ apologies.”

You leaned up to kiss him and he pulled back slight, a lustful grin spreading across his lips.

“C’mon woman, go, don’t make me get the belt again.” He playfully smacked your ass. Being frisky with Daryl made you feel like yourself again, enjoying life and focusing on the good things that were in it.

“Yes, daddy,” you purred, pausing only to kiss him deeply before going inside to do what you were told.

  The next morning, when you felt the sun trickling through your bedroom window you pushed up from your bed and looked around the empty room. Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you headed downstairs to find Daryl and Maggie in the kitchen, all three kids playing quietly in the playroom.

“Oh good, you’re up,” Maggie smiled and came around to hug you. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you said as you pulled away from her embrace. “We talked,” you motioned to Daryl, “I’m scared as fuck, but I’m on board.”

Daryl put his cup of coffee on the counter and folded you into him. He gazed down at you with a smile and expression that was full of love and pride.

“Mornin’ sweetheart,” he kissed you gently and you both laughed when Maggie made a gagging sound.

“I knew that wouldn’t take long...” she rolled her eyes and put down her mug of tea. “But now ain’t the time. Rick’s waitin’ at the church for us.”

“This about what happened yesterday?” you asked, the feeling of anxiety returning to your stomach. “You guys really think that prick had something to do with it?”

“I do,” Maggie answered, pushing her shoulders back, “somehow, he did it. He’s got someone here helpin’ him. We just gotta figure out who?”

“Who what?” Shelby’s little voice rang out as she walked into the kitchen.

Daryl let you go and scooped his daughter up from the floor.

h“Daddy!” she squealed with a laugh, Her long brown hair swinging around into her face as Daryl threw her over his shoulder and tickled her gently under her arms. “No daddy! No tickles!” Shelby’s cries of joy and Daryl’s wide grin made your heart felt fuller in that moment than it had in days.

You and Maggie were both laughing, but behind the playful moment, you could both feel the weight of the situation looming. Something was coming to disrupt your lives in Alexandria. Despite the screeches of laughter that rang out from your daughter’s lips, you knew that the blissful quiet of your everyday world was about to be taken away.

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