#for thoughts that are more coherent ask me at not 1am

[th3swarm]

I LIKED THE FIREWORKS I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL . MY STANDARDS HAVE BEEN LOWERED I DONT CARE ABOUT RETCONS ANYMORE IF I CAN COME UP WITH A WAY AROUND THEM IN MY HEAD THEN I WILL . UNCLEAR LORE PARK IS BEING UNCLEAR ABOUT THEIR LORE FORK FOUND IN KITCHEN

[k-dokja]

Hello can I request for things you said at 1am for johan. Thank you in advance! And love your work!!!

Living on your own does not give Johan some of the best habits. Even now, at one in the morning, his eyes are wide open and sleep eludes him. You've been attributing his foul mood to his bad sleep quality for sometimes now, and he grumbles but it's hard to deny your idea when he hasn't gotten more than four hours most days.

All of the tossing and turning isn't helping either. Some old wounds ache, seated deep inside his muscles. At least, he hasn't gotten any new ones as of late, wouldn't be nice to give you new reason to worry. A sigh escapes his lips when he turns to face you and notices the small smile on your lips.

"Can't sleep?" You ask with your eyes closed. He wonders at what point of his fussing you awaken.

"Yeah," the raspiness of his voice surprises him, "sorry for waking you."

He reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair on your cheek and you see it as an invitation. His hand hangs in the air when you burrow into his chest, finding comfort in his embrace. "It's fine," you murmur, nuzzling into his chest, "what's keeping you awake?"

"Dunno," Johan pulls you further into his embrace, burying his nose into your hair. The scent of your shampoo combined with your body warmth sends waves of calmness through his body. He relaxes in the immediate moment, regretting a little that he hasn't done this earlier.

"Want me to sing you a lullaby?"

Johan scoffs, "I'm not a kid." He lets the thought sit and then glances away from you, even if you can't see his eyes at that moment. "Whatever, sing it to me anyway."

You giggle and the sound is so cute, he needs to eat you alive. "Okay," you begin to hum, quiet and uncertain. He doesn't think you know a lullaby, not from how you try to recollect the melody. But when you sing, the softness of your voice melts him on the spot.

He hates the way you affect him, but he can't help but sink into it anyway.

At times, you stumble. The words blur together in an effort to hold a continuous tune, even if it is far from coherent. Johan presses a small kiss on the crown of your head, a silent encouragement to your attempt at soothing his restless mind.

Eventually, your song comes to a close after lulling his thoughts into quietness. You look up at him with those hopeful eyes of yours, questioning and prying even without saying anything.

"Thanks," he murmurs, taking the opportunity to peck you on the lips.

"You're welcome," you smile back at him in response, "let's try to sleep again, okay?"

Johan makes a noise of agreement and lets you curl up in the warmth of his arms again. The night is long and his rest is evasive, but he wouldn't mind all of it if it means he can lie here with you through all of it.

[svmjaeyvn]

hi can you do reader teasing jake saying his dick is small. So jake punished her by stuffing his cock inside her mouth and gagged her really hard so she can’t say anything about his dick again.

New follower here 🤭

a/n: YALLLLLLL have me kicking my feet at the thought hold on— (ps hi hi welcome thank you for the request, i hope this does some justice to what you were asking)

content: and they were roommates, quiet nerdy jake but he fucks on the dl & experienced, party girl reader, oral (m receiving), reader slightly tipsy but coherent enough to be consensual, gagging, hair pulling, usage of good girl & slut, slight degradation but also praise ??, big dick jake!, taunting & teasing, implied sex

wc: 1.5k

smut begins under the cut, MDNI 18+

JAKE NEVER EXPECTED you to walk in on him midstroke in the middle of his own room. With the door closed and presumably home alone in the first place, he had taken it upon himself to relieve a little tension after the packed few days of studying for his midterms.

You had left a little while ago, going out with your friends to yet another party even if it were a Sunday night. Typically, you’d never come back until at least 1am, making as much noise as humanly possible and leaving a trail of your belongings up to your room that he’d pick up in the morning.

So when Jake finally finished up the last of his work, settling into his bed and finding just the right porn video to watch, he had barely begun to touch himself once you barged through his bedroom door without any sort of decency.

“Hey Jae—” You let out a small yelp in surprise upon walking in to him palming himself, sweats pooled down to his ankles and the erotic sounds erupting from his laptop that wouldn’t shut up even after he slammed it closed. Seeing how his face visibly paled, one of his pillows thrown onto his lap before he shimmed his pants back on, a small giggle left your lips. “Don’t worry, there wasn’t much to see,”

His brows frowned at your words, sitting up from where he was laid back against his headboard. “What?”

With a shrug, your hand reaches for the door handle. “I figured you were average but didn’t expect it to be that small,” You were overly blunt for his liking, admittedly a little drunk having had pregamed for the past two hours before you left. The only reason for your return was in search of your friends house keys that she seemed to have lost along the way. “Never mind, carry on with your little buddy~” The way your voice sing-songed the words caused his stomach to flip, his ego bruising even though you were teasing more than usual due to the alcohol.

Jake shakes his head, mind clouded by his urge to cum while your comments upon his length were enough for him to act out of his rationality. He wasn’t even hard yet. Catching your hand before you managed to slip out the room, Jake yanks you back with slight force, you stumbling into his chest as he pushes you back against the door with a loud slam that echoed throughout the apartment.

“You always talk so much shit, you know that?” He mutters, face dangerously close to your own and he could smell the slight tequila that lingered on your breath. “That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble one of these days,”

Involuntarily, your thighs pressed themselves together at his words. The visibly bothered look in his eyes, the way his arms encased you against his body and his hand that traveled up behind your head was more than enough to cause your stomach to flip.

“I was just telling the truth,” You hum back, voice airy as a deep chuckle left his lips. Shaking his head, Jake suddenly pulled you down, forcing you to drop to your knees and in direct view of his crotch that had a rather large bulge peeking from the grey sweats that hung from his hips.

One of his hands gripped your chin, the sound of surprise that left your lips coming out more like a moan. Tracing your plump bottom lip with his thumb, he smudged the lip gloss away with a click of his tongue. “Open your mouth,”

Your lips parted instantly, fully compliant to his every word without any resistance. A small smirk fell upon his lips, finding the way your doe eyes stared back at him from below seemed so innocent but your mouth that sucked in his thumb showed the very opposite. He pulled the digit away with a small pop that came from your mouth, completely disregarding his rational self that screamed at him to stop, no longer caring enough to think about what would happen once this was done with.

For now what he needed was to be inside you, to finally shut you up for once and fuck your pretty little face with his dick. He’ll be damned to let you call him small with such a teasing smile and not do something about it.

“Put it in your mouth,” The words were more than enough for your hands to tug at his pants, your fingers looping around both his boxers and the sweats to yank them down at once. There was a slight slap heard as his dick sprung out and hit his stomach, your eyes widening at the sight which was significantly different from what you walked into.

The girth and length allowed for his tip to peak out even with your hands wrapped around his cock. Your eyes trailed up his cock, taking account for the veins that complimented his pretty pink tip, your hands seeming far to small against it. You leaned in without a word, peppering a set of kisses along his inner thighs, lingering for longer, sloppy opened mouthed ones as you grew closer to his member which seemed to pulse in your hands.

Growing frustrated with waiting, not in the mood for more of your teasing, Jake’s hand reached around to grab a fistful of your hair. “Open your mouth,” He commands and instantly your jaw drops, him not wasting a second to forcefully pull your head down his length. Not allowing you any time to adjust, Jake began to move his hips back and forth, pushed as far back as your throat would allow with still more of his dick left that didn’t fit.

“You’re a little slut aren’t you? Taking it easy without a gag,” He hums, eyes rolling back with a deep groan leaving his lips feeling every inch of your mouth. Pushing his hips further forward, you let out a small grunt, hands pushing against his thighs in attempt to stop him from any more but Jake tsks. “C’mon baby, you can take it. Be a good girl since it’s so small, right?”

His condescending words followed by forcing his full length down your throat, reaching a new spot that caused a rather loud moan to leave his lips. Feeling your eyes weld up with tears, and involuntarily gag caused you to pull back, huffing heavily in attempt to catch your breath while Jake lets out an airy laugh.

“What? Can’t take it?” He taunts, his hand reaching down to pump his own length, his other cupping your face and brushing away the few strands of tears that escaped down your cheeks. “Thought you’d be used to this since mine doesn’t compare to other guys you’ve seen, right?”

In reality, you’ve gotten to see your fair share of dicks throughout the past few years. Jake, by far, had both the length and girth that was unmatched by any others, a dangerous combo that you certainly didn’t anticipate in him being such a grower. You didn’t know what to say, throat slightly burning and flustered by the turn of events. Your friends who were waiting in the car completely forgotten and the thin material of your thong seemed to be drenched between your thighs.

“M’sorry,” You mewled, leaning forward and licking a long stripe from the bottom of his length up to his tip. His eyes shut, head falling back as your lips puckered around his shaft. “Let me make it up to you,”

Taking as much of his dick down your throat as you could, one of your hands pumped the remaining length as you worked simultaneously, bobbing your head up and down as a string of curses began to leave Jake’s lips. Only intending to teach you a lesson, his head became foggy, practically falling in love with your mouth and how you seemed to know all the right things no one else had been able to match.

“Fuck,” He groans, quickly pulling himself away while you attempt to follow, lips pouting as he stopped you. Hooking his hands under your arms, Jake picks you up with ease, tossing your body down onto the bed with a slight yelp. His pupils seemed blown out as you watched him crawl up the bed, sloppy open mouthed kisses trailed along your neck and meeting your lips with force.

“You’re gonna be mine for the night, okay? Have to make it up to me like good girl,”

[praetoravila]

'cause i don't wanna keep you guessing

a/n: half of this was written when i had woken up 19 minutes prior. hopefully it will be coherent. set post s3 but pre s4. heavily inspired by btr’s stuck. this (but w rubber ducks) is what i imagine olive’s pjs would look like.

taglist: @myloveforhergoeson @ceruleanmusings @raging-violets @nolanhollogay @daughter-of-melpomene @ithinkyouhealedmyheart @happinessismagicc @selangkir @bibaybe

She could see the moonlight from her bedroom window. Olive wasn’t usually awake this late at night, but she couldn’t sleep. The boys had been on tour for three days now.

She was bored for one thing, and she missed Logan. It was embarrassing. They had kissed once before he left on tour, and now here she was, awake at 1AM, missing him like some sad sap. She fiddled with the corner of her duvet, running her fingers over the embroidered flowers. The thick thread scratched against her fingers, and she followed the sensory experience.

Her phone buzzed on her nightstand and she looked up, eyes bleary. She pushed up so she was sitting upright and grabbed it, her face turning into a smile when she saw it was a text from Logan.

hey ollie! we just got to dublin. everything is so green. made me think of you. let me know if you can facetalk later :)

Olive grinned even wider as she replied.

hey logie! i’m free now. wren’s working an overnight, so i’m home alone. give me a sec to grab my laptop!

Logan’s reply was a smiley face emoji. Olive did her best to not stumble out of bed as she grabbed her laptop, quickly signing in and opening the facetalk app, using the camera to quickly smush down her hair. Wren was right, her bedhead was legendary.

She took a deep breath as Logan’s request popped up on the screen and she clicked accept. There was a split second of lag before they connected.

“Hi.” He said, waving at her with a grin. Jesus Christ, did he look cute. He was wearing the hoodie she had bought him for Christmas, and his hair was all frazzled, his longer pieces hanging into his eyes. He brushed them off of his face.

“Hi.” She said softly, her heart pounding. Logan grinned even wider. "Nice pjs." He said, and she looked down, her cheeks heating up as she remembered that she was wearing her rubber ducky pajamas. She rolled her eyes at him.

"Thanks. I like yours too." Logan snorted. They sat in comfortable silence for a second before Olive spoke again. "How was your flight?"

Logan groaned. "Carlos was annoying. More than usual at least. I wanted to smother him."

"Hm. Then you'd get arrested." She said, tucking her hand under her chin. Logan gave her a boyish smile.

"Then you wouldn't be the only one in this relationship with a record." Olive's cheeks flamed, as she shook her head, purposefully ignoring his choice of words. Did he consider them to be in a relationship? She hoped he did. But she knew it would be stupid to ask.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "I think maybe we should keep it that way." She told him, and Logan's soft look made her want to squirm.

"If you say so." Logan said. She rolled her eyes at him. “I miss you.” He said after a moment, and Olive looked at him. She wasn’t expecting that.

“Like a lot. Kept wondering what you were doing while we were on the plane. Think I drove Carlos equally insane.” They both chuckled at the thought. Carlos was pretty hard to break.

Olive tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I miss you too. How many more shows?” She didn’t want to sound like she was complaining, though she definitely was.

“10.” Logan groaned. “I have to go on vocal rest for the next two days after the show tonight. Kelly says I sound too Kevin Mchale.”

Olive giggled. “What? Glee isn’t acceptable for boy bands?”

Logan shook his head, pulling the hood of his hoodie over his head. “Nah. Gotta sound like a robot y’know.” Olive smiled at him. Logan smiled back.

“I’ll let you go to sleep. I’ll call you when I’m off vocal rest.” Olive nodded, her face doing its best to remain neutral. “Night Ollie.”

“Night Logan.” He waved at her for a moment before the connection ended. She sat there, laptop on her stomach and her face in her hands as she resisted the urge to scream.

Every time she thought she was getting over it, and him, her feelings just intensified. She really was stuck.

[nocturnalnewsiestrash]

I finished watching Warrior Nun. I am so emotionally drained it's not even funny but I'm actually so relieved that it ended on a note I can be content with. Like I wish for so much more for it but I can reasonably be okay with the ending. I'm heartbroken but also like I'm saying "It's okay. We've got fic. I can do this" much more convincingly than some of the worse cancellation endings like Julie and the Phantoms or even My Baby Sitters A Vampire (5th grade me is still devastated by that one).

But yeah this show was practically everything to me and fics are going to be the #1 part of my diet for the next week. Would be longer if not for exams being in 2 weeks and that will consume everything for like 10 days straight but hopefully I bop right back into the fics in my four day weekend after it all. But YEAH avatrice is like my prized glass snow globe now. I hold them very gently but also they're being shaken around my head at top speeds if that makes sense. Idk i shouldn't try to do coherent thought collections posts immediately after finishing shows at 1am when it's literally the first day back from Christmas break and I was already sleep deprived to begin with but we're doing it anyway so.

Most of my thoughts about the show have jsut consisted of a jumble of <3 <3 <3's. That and the slightly hollow "missing the characters" feeling I usually only get post books but it's happening now too which just means the emotional connection is on a level it's not usually at with film. Genuinely i think these characters changed my brain chemicals in a way that can only really match Dead Poets Society. The crying and wailing was a lot actually. My brother asked me if I was "good" at some point to put it into perspective. The emotional connection is what made the crying so good but also PAIN. BUT ITS OKAY I'M OKAY.

All in all the show is a literal fucking masterpiece, I adore Camila, Yasmine, Mary, Mother Superion, and Ofc Ava and Beatrice more than words can describe, and i look forward to multiple rewatches and countless fics I'm going to consume now.

[sage-1002]

BSD x Reader with RLS

I have a hard time falling asleep because of restless leg syndrome, and because of how squirmy I get in bed, I worry a bit sleeping in the same bed as someone. I toss and turn constantly moving. When you’re falling asleep, you generally have small twitches, I however, have more intense twitches which can cause me to fully wake up. So here is some characters with an s/o that has RLS and is hesitant to sleep in the same bed because they don’t want to bother them.

Characters: Atsushi, Ranpo

Notes: It’s currently 1am so this may or may not be good and/or coherent. I was gonna do more but I’m tired, hopefully tomorrow.

Atsushi

You and Atsushi decided to stay at your place that night

You thought nothing of it when you initially had invited him over

Now it was a bit past midnight and you were both sleepy

Seeing as you and Atsushi were in a relationship, you would think sleeping in the same bed was a given

You didn’t want to disturb his sleep though so you offered to take the couch

Atsushi thought the reason you didn’t want to sleep in the same bed was him, and he asked you and was visibly sad

You’re quick to reassure him that it is in no way his fault, it’s just that you have rls and you don’t want to disturb his sleep with your constant need to move

Of course, Atsushi assures you that it’s okay and that he doesn’t mind if you need to move around

Anything to make you comfortable

You hopped into bed and snuggled with him, and you did move your legs quite a bit that night, but it was better than usual and Atsushi was completely understanding and didn’t mind one bit

Ranpo

You were at Ranpo’s house and decided to crash for the night

One movie and a lot of snacks later, it’s midnight

Ranpo is half asleep already

Getting up to go to bed, Ranpo grabbed your hand and started walking

You say it would be better if you just took the couch

He’s already deducted why you said that

He insists on you coming to lay down with him, telling you that he doesn’t care

Goes as far as to say you won’t get any snacks if you don’t

Once you’re in bed, Ranpo has cuddled up to you

You stilled moved through out the night but Ranpo was just happy you were with him

[hollowedwing]

Isekai-ed into Hawk's Life

Hawks x gn!winged!Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ Death!(at very beginning, it is an isekai), mentions of death throughout, some angst(??maybe not yet??), slight cursing

THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW A SPECIFIC TIMELINE IN THE MANGA

(so sorry i just, love, love, the idea of having wings)

(this is all my art, it is on IG, im just too embarrassed for people who know me irl to potentially find this xD Even though none of them have tumblr 👀 if you somehow recognize it...props to you?)

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tbh, I can’t decide if I want this to have more than 1 part. 

Word count: ~1,800

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You were on your way home from a long evening at your part time job. Before that you had already taken 2 finals that morning too.

You dragged your feet, exhausted, as you headed towards the crosswalk. Stopping at the edge as the traffic light turned green, you decided to pull out your phone and decided to watch a speed paint from your favorite artist who recently released a new video.

It just so happened it was a Hawks speed paint 👀

The light turned red and you slipped your phone into your pocket as your started to make your way across the street

little did you know this would be the last time you'd cross the street

A wild driver came barreling down the road, no regards for civilians or traffic lights, probably drunk or high or just someone out for blood.

You stood there like a deer caught in headlights as your life flashes before your eyes

You can barely comprehend what's happening as you felt pain engulf your body and suddenly you were unconscious

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Keigo tiredly stumbled into his large apartment, kicking off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off by the door

He wants nothing more than to just flop down and pass out. The HPSC has been giving him hell lately about god knows what.

He let out a long sigh and headed towards the bathroom to do his nightly routine

As he finishes up, he drags his feet towards his bed and flops down face first into the comfort of his pillow and sheets

Keigo falls asleep almost instantly after getting into a comfortable position, worn out from a long day of work

What he wasn't expecting was a loud "thud!" coming from the main room. He jolts up from his bed, feathers ready to attack.

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Reader's pov(?)

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You groaned as you hit the floor. Your head was spinning and it feels like a truck just hit you

oh wait...

You suddenly became more alert, looking around in a panic, expecting to either be on the road and injured or in a hospital of sorts. What you didn't expect was a wooden floor inside of a random apartment.

You felt around your body for any signs of injury, but all you found were a set of wings on your back- wings?? Hold up. Why did you feel wings what kind of sick joke was this?

Your thoughts were racing as your breathing picked up. What was happening? Didn't you just get hit by a vehicle? Why are there wings in your back? Where are you even?

Feeling around in your pockets, you found your phone and whipped it out, trying for anything. You turned it on, the harsh light of it illuminating your face, you tried to send a text to your best friend, but alas, it wouldn't go through. Actually nothing on your phone seemed to work. You checked your location settings, for some reason it said Musutafu, Japan.

Wasn't....Wasn't that the location that most of Boku no Hero Academia took place?? This can't be right, this has to be a dream right? There's no way that you could have actually ended up here unless...

Then it hit you.

You read your fair share of isekai series back when you were alive in your realm. Mostly manhwas of characters getting reborn into another person's body, but, never actually reincarnating as yourself into another world.

That was the only thing you could think of. You must have been reincarnated into the Boku no Hero Academia world. Except as yourself.

In all honesty, this is not how you thought you'd go out. You didn't know what to expect after death, but this definitely wasn't it. After all, this was a fictional setting, wasn't it?

Well, not anymore because now you're living in it! Smh.

That would also probably explain the wings on your back. This was you now. You have a bird quirk.

Now, all you have to do, is figure out where the heck you are.

Just as you are about to stand up, feathers zip towards you, pinning you to the ground

You hear footsteps begin to come towards you. You don't know if you should be scared for your life considering you've already died once or ecstatic because, you knew for a fact, this could be none other than Hawks' apartment.

The winged hero finally emerges and stares down at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

He says in a low, gravely voice from sleep, "Who are you, and how did you get into my home?" You stare back up at him and nervously chuckle.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you." You nervously sigh out.

"Try me." He demands, sounding a little more irritated now. You sigh in defeat and start to explain your situation.

"Do...do you know what an isekai is?" You said sheepishly while turning your gaze away from his. He kind of gave you a confused head tilt and just a vibe that said “No”. You sigh again and explain it to the best of your ability. Hawks becomes more and more interested and confused as you talk, but nods a long slowly. 

“So...you were reborn here, but as yourself? Wait- does that mean you died before!?” He asked, disbelief and fear ran through his eyes. You looked at him in bitter amusement.

“Apparently I did. The last thing I remember of my world was getting hit by some truck or car. The dude clearly did not know how to drive. I had the right of way I was pretty sure at least. I mean, the light was red, usually that means pedestrians can cross the street? And plus he was going wayyy over the speed limit,” you begin to ramble on, the reality of actually dying setting into you. Hawks noticed the panic beginning to set into you and released you from his feathers. He crouched down next to you and grabbed your shoulders gently.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, you're ok now, right? You're here, and not dying in the middle of the street still. You're here. In Musutafu," he said trying to calm you back to reality. Well, what was your new reality. Your mind was racing. Trying to put together a coherent thought. 

You look up to him, with a panicked look still in your eyes, thoughts started to come out of your mouth as your brain was trying to catch up with the situation. "I'm... I'm in Boku no Hero Academia and, and you’re Keigo... standing... right in front of me..I have wings. I have wings? Jeezus I have fucking wings. And I’m dead in my own world. I don’t know anyone, well, wait, technically, I do know people, just-Oh gods! I’m so sorry, that name slipped out! I- I, I’m really sorry Hawks." Even in your wild state, you noticed Hawks tense up at the sound of being called Keigo by a total stranger, and were able to get out an apology. That was progress? You were slowly coming back to reality.

Hawks froze up a bit at the sound of hearing his real name mentioned. At first he wasn't sure if he believed your tale of the isekai situation, but after this he might have to reconsider it. He opted to shake off that weird feeling for now and focus on different matters. 

" I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do now? I have nowhere to go or to stay. I'm in a whole different freaking universe! My phone doesn't even hardly work here. And I have a pair of wings on my back!" You puffed them out angrily. Hawks glanced behind you and his eyes widened a little. You in fact, did have a set of bird wings. Kind of owl like wings. Not near as big as Hawks', but definitely big enough to fly you around.

Before Hawks could process the words coming out of his mouth, he was already asking you, "Would you maybe like to stay with me? I can help with your quirk too." He glanced away awkwardly. You looked towards him in disbelief.

"Dude, are you sure? We literally just met like 10 minutes ago? I mean, I'm all for it, I have nowhere else to turn to, but if you really really don't want me here, I will politely step out of your life." You so badly wanted to accept his offer on the spot, but being the considerate, mostly sensible human you were, you gave him the option to back out. Hawks shook his head.

"No, no, it's alright. You can crash here. Uh- I mean- stay here! Sorry!" You giggled at his comment.

"Well thank you very much!"

"It's all good. I have a spare bedroom you can occupy for the time being. I'll give you some clothes to sleep in that'll hopefully fit. Accidentally bought a couple things in the wrong size without looking. " (a/n: just...just assume its your size, or oversized, whatever's comfy idk) He jumped up and headed towards his room to grab you the clothes. You still sat on the floor. Still amazed at everything that was occurring.

Hawks walked back into the room and tossed you the clothes. "Hey uh, you know, you can get up now, sorry for holding you down earlier.."

You blushed and scrambled to stand up, "Oh no! It's ok! I understand. This would definitely warrant that kind of action. Some random stranger crashes into your apartment at like 1am. I completely understand. Honest."

He let out a small laugh and wearily brushed his fingers through his hair. The adrenaline of everything finally wearing off. He could feel the tiredness setting into his aching muscles again. “Ah, well, I’m going to head to bed now. The room is down the hall at the very end that you can stay in. I’ll take you out training tomorrow evening if that’s alright?”

You gave a nod of understanding and followed him down the hallway. “Goodnight Hawks,” you sang as he walked into his bedroom. He gave a hum of acknowledgment and closed his door. 

Making it into what was now your room, you changed out of your clothes so fast, eager to rid yourself of the past hours events. 

Not gonna lie, you could not figure out how to properly get your new wings into the shirt, even with the holes and snaps in the back. Your mind was too exhausted to even process this new skill. So you ended up going to bed without the shirt on and just settled for putting the sweatpants on. 

You figured it’d be good to just pass out asap. You were sure if you tried to recount the recent events, you’d spiral into a panicked mess. 

You shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to sleep, trying to only think of positive outcomes for the future. But to be honest, you didn’t know enough about anything in this realm to think rationally about anything good. 

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I prooobably didn’t proofread this as much as I should have

[scummy-writes]

[CHAPTER 17]

As im writin this, its 1am. I'm sleepy so things may lose more coherence.

I love him

-> calculations about akatsuki were off. I wonder if he wanted the rebellion to take off while akatsuki wasnt around? I think he likes him a lot, even if he'll kill gilbert

Ah no, im nodding off. Saving this and coming back in the morning.

Gouda morn, I'm back on my lunch break. I wish I had pto for today too, oh well, its a wfh day.

-> i think sleepy me missed some lines since i was nodding off, uhoh.

-> sometimes I wonder if Gilbert sees these talks as if talking to himself as a child. Not that he sees her as a child, just like. Hm.

Introducing these ideas gently, through small motions (that eventually get bigger, harder to handle, overwhelming) to ease these ideas into her that no, her views are not realistic and its not as simple as holding hands. Because he knows the pain from Trying that and it not working.

But I also wonder if its more testing, to see how long her heart will remain pure and if its *easily* corruptible.

-> I wonder if people think he thinks super little of her thought process/ideals/etc. I feel like if he did, he wouldn't talk to her like this. All these talks, to me, sound like theyre coming from someone riddled with trauma due to having the same beliefs long ago, giving warnings as to what will eventually happen, so she can better armor herself.

I wont know until a his pov maybe, or its just not fully addressed, but whatever

📸 what else you gonna sniff

-> my mind is lost with sleepover gil. I know hes doing this because he wanrs ro experience sleeping with her ONCE, having her warmth in his hands and pretending there is love at least ONCE. Argh. ARGH. AAAAGAGHH

-> oh,,, he did it to make sure she'd be safe.... cries......

-> the flashback for the "i observed because i wanted to invade Rhodolite one day" i wonder if the reality is he wanted peace between the two as a kid, but now its turned into invasion? I dont know. Its hard to see where the kid heart of his is and where the adult 'im evil' heart is where he is willing to do bad things and. They ARE bad things.

-> "and thats precious to me now" [punches a hole in the wall]

-> i feel bad for emma because she never asked ro be belle. I honestly really dislike the belle system.

-> ohhh hostage negotiations. Goodbye, Rhodolite. Iirc they give her up because yaknow. Its one person or a kingdom. I think chev has confidence in her to be safe tho, since gil is obsessed.

PART 2 - GILBERT ROUTE SPOILERS POST

The last post got really long since hitting 'readmore' shows you ALL the reblogs on it, so I made a part 2 for chaps 12-20(?).

I'll be reblogging this post each chapter or so with personal thoughts and general screaming under a cut. I'll be having it in a format with the chapter numbered, and then a cut directly after where I'll be yelling. I already know some major spoilers with gilberts route, so if you have not finished his route yet, be wary.

I'll be using the tags 'Scum Simps' and 'scum plays gil route' for those of you who want to filter it out. Thank u!

[crispycrimebrulee]

hiii! i love your work and I really admire the way you write 💕💖, so I couldn't resist making a request hehe. if it's not too much of a hassle, i'd like 11 or 22 for Illumi, please. thank you very much in advance, i send you a lot of love from Madrid uwuwu 💗💕💞😘 (and sorry for my bad English 😓😭)

your english is wonderful >:( also MADRID!!! I wanna go to Madrid...

[Prompt #22 "Stop Being Seductive!" "I Was Being Myself, But Okay"] [Fluff and a bit of Crack because I couldnt help it]

A Date?

You stood on the outskirts of a private estate, ¾ of the view of the mansion obscured by a hedge of lush green arborvitae rising above a brick wall about twice your height. Not that you would have been able to see much if the obstructions weren’t there, it was the dead of night and the mansion only provided faint specks of light in the distance, with the scattered decorative lamp posts offering faint halos of light every few feet, but still managing to leave you shrouded in darkness.

Frankly, you had no reason to be there; in the mansion, near it, or outside of it. You had been asked to accompany Illumi on a job, and although this had slowly become a frequent occurrence, it always puzzled you every time. The first time he’d asked you, he had essentially appeared in your living room and asked you to come with him “somewhere” and upon asking him to clarify, he followed with again asking you to come with him, this time saying to join him on a job. You had been ready to participate, but he ended up leaving you standing around nowhere near the actual action, and would then return to you after 30 minutes and would bring you home. Now, this had been about the tenth time he’d asked you to join him on a job, knowing very well he’d have you standing around waiting for him. This was only made stranger by the fact that not only did he have someone that he did jobs with (a questionable jester), but you had actually actively participated in jobs with Illumi, so why Illumi had changed your position from job partner to benching you. In his defense, you had failed to ask him why he had been doing this lately, rather, you had been attempting for the last 3 or so meetings to figure it out yourself. There were no logical reasons as to why he dragged you to his missions but his ‘work partner’, as Illumi so endearingly referred to, had once run into you while you were waiting on the sidelines for Illumi and given you a strange bit of insight in passing.

He had questioned why Illumi had you waiting out there all by your lonesome, knowing how much Illumi cared for you. Cared for you? That was an interesting bit of news… Illumi had never made it apparent that he so much as a thought of you other than a work associate, let alone that he ‘cared’ for you beyond that. As this jester had left you standing in the dark, a final passing comment of “what a strange way to bond with someone you fancy” caught you off guard.

A way to bond?

Someone you fancy?

Granted this was Illumi Zoldyck you were talking about, and he was dense like fruitcake in terms of making bonds and connections other than things pertaining strictly to work, but the thought of him fancying you and trying to bond with you made your gears turn.

On your end, you’d done a surprisingly good job at keeping your own feelings towards Illumi at bay, weary about how he would react to the prospect of someone fancying him. You couldn’t really lie to yourself when you thought about him. One would definitely call him strange, which was an understatement in most circumstances, but something about his strangeness and lack of awareness for social cues was oddly endearing. Little quirks about how he liked his tea or the occasional indulgence he took part in, or his particular hair care routine always managed to captivate you. Along with his (albeit something he was at a default) honesty and genuine answers, and his offhand compliments, you struggled to keep yourself together at his awkwardness. Not to mention, he was simply physically stunning, while some would call him rather plain. It might be his plainness that intrigued you, but it wasn’t like it’d be wrong to think so. Even if you felt this way about him, he had no way of knowing, and you had no inclination that it was reciprocated. He’d never made it known about having feelings for you, so you wondered if the two of you were playing an evenly matched waiting game with each other at this juncture.

Why would he feel the same anyway? It’s not like you were eccentric like that questionable jester Illumi was friends with, or that you came from an affluent family of assassins… you provided no value to Illumi other than… company.

“Let's go.”

You shifted your eyes around, noticing Illumi standing beside you, his eyes burning into yours. How long had he been standing there…?

You nodded, picking yourself up off the wall, and began walking back the way you two had come, only for Illumi to stand in front of you and stop you.

“This way.” he pointed behind you and you turned, looking at hazy streetlamps down the way.

“But home is” you pointed past him in the opposite direction, “this way.”

“I am bringing you somewhere. This way.” he turned you around and began walking further away from home with you in tow.

“Where are we goin’ Illu?” you asked, wondering what was past the dark street if anything at all.

“The park,” he answered, still walking, his eyes straight ahead.

Wasn’t it around 1am? What could be at the park at this hour?

Upon arriving at the park, the park was equally as dark as the street by the mansion, and since the scarce lights in the park were so dim, it only served to make the park feel barren, especially with only you and Illumi here.

He’d stopped by a bench situated in front of a small pond, the water gently breaking the silence whilst reflecting soft moonlight, and you couldn’t help but get lost in your thoughts while staring at the dark pond until Illumi called your name.

You didn’t answer, you only let your distant gaze fall on him, taking him in one aspect at a time. Everything, everything was perfect about him, regardless if that was what he was ‘created’ to be or if your thoughts about him made you feel like he was perfect. What had his friend been thinking, “someone you fancy”? Compared to Illumi you were nowhere near perfection, you still had so much work to do on yourself and perfecting your trade, yet the hint that Illumi felt something towards you felt absolutely absurd when you realized what you were up against. Apart from living up to his family's expectations, would you be able to live up to his? Highly unlikely, at least to you.

There you stood, brooding at Illumi who was merely standing there looking stunning, although there was rarely a time he didn’t.

“Y/n.”

Nothing out of you yet again, still brooding.

“Y/n.”

Again, calling out to you like you’d left the scene as he stared at you as you stared at him.

“Y/n you are staring.”

You scowled, finally looking away, huffing as you did so.

“You’re being….seductive. Stop being seductive!” you muttered, attempting to inspect the tops of your shoes.

You glanced at him and he blinked, big eyes holding a sense of genuine confusion as he slowly answered.

“I was not.”

“Yes, you are!”

“I was being myself, but okay y/n.”

You sighed, giving him a glare as you sat down on the bench, feeling somewhat defeated and wholly embarrassed for attempting to call him out… on seductiveness.

“Why’d you bring me here anyways?” you asked, kicking at the rocks on the ground.

“A date.”

You turned your head fast enough you felt the strain in your neck from doing so. Eyes wide and full of confusion, you attempted to string a coherent sentence together all while giving him a bewildered look.

“Date? Now?”

“Yes. This is a date.”

You cocked your head to the side and squinted at him.

As smart as he is, he seems to be as thick as mince when it comes to dates…

“Illumi this isn’t… a date.”

“Yes, it is.”

“We’re sitting in a park, Illu. In the middle of the night.”

“Did you prefer the previous occurrences as dates?”

“What previous occurrences…” you whispered, wondering how he could become vaguer and vaguer with his view of dates.

“My missions.”

“Those were dates?!” you slumped down in your spot, rubbing your face with your hands.

“Were you not aware.”

“Those aren’t dates! You never even asked me on a date!”

“I asked you to come with me.”

“That's asking to tag along! Not a date!”

He was silent for a moment, looking at you with a classically vacant look before speaking up.

“I will take you on a date.”

“That’s a nice sentiment, Lumi, but when? And why?”

“Tomorrow. I like you.”

Slack-jawed but somewhat satisfied (courtesy of his honesty, no matter how jarring) you nodded slowly, wondering if that jester wasn’t so wrong after all.

“Okay.”

“Good.”

He took a seat by you, watching the water as well. You never could tell what he was thinking, and more often than not you’d rather not find out, but whatever those thoughts were now… he seemed calmer, almost or at least at ease. Whether that was due to your acceptance of a (proper) date or not was something you’d maybe find out later, but that was of little concern right now.

The main concern would be finding a last-minute date outfit… and hoping it wasn’t the park during the day.

[fandom-imagines]

Thank you

Fandom: Death Note

Pairing: L X Reader

Warnings: Emotional and physical abuse.

Words: 3k

A/N: I’m in a death note phase again. I wrote this instead of doing my essay oops.

Being the girlfriend of a worldwide, secret detective was hard.

Relationships were hard enough as it is but having to make sure both the partners names were kept hidden made it even harder. Then there’s the constant travelling that takes place along with many other things.

Basically, the relationship between L Lawliet and Y/N Y/S/N was a complicated one. Don’t get me wrong, they were both madly in love with the other, but that didn’t make it any less hard.

“Y/N!” A high-pitched voice sounded from behind the aforementioned couple.

That’s Misa, Y/N’s best friend and often co-worker. The two met at a photoshoot where they became fast friends, the pair being able to work together due to their celebrity status.

“Hi, Misa.” A soft smile crawled onto the Y/H/C-haired girls’ lips.

She usually loved seeing Misa, but today all she wanted was to go back to her house and chill, maybe with Lawliet, maybe not. Who knows? Not her.

“Hi, Ryuzaki.” Misa greeted her best friends’ boyfriend, albeit unknowingly, before grasping her small hand around Y/N’s arm. “Bye, Ryuzaki!” Were her final words as she dragged Y/N away, unaware that she was desperately mouthing “sorry” towards her boyfriend.

~

“Light won’t even take me on a date, Y/N/N!” Misa whined, still talking about her ‘boyfriend’, “Isn’t that so unfair?”

“Very.” Y/N mumbled, turning the page on her magazine which lay in front of her.

She was currently lying across Misa’s bed, the pink sheets creasing beneath her. The girl’s legs were crossed in the air, the entire weight of her body being placed solely on her stomach. The magazine she was reading was something she had bought on the way back to Misa’s, hoping to share opinions on outfits or gossip about latest celebrities, something that the pair had done since they met.

“Are you even listening, Y/N/N?” The blonde continued to whine upon realizing that her friend was no longer listening to her boy drama.

“Sorry, just deep in thought.” Y/N’s words weren’t necessarily a lie, she was deep in thought just not about something she wished to share.

Misa didn’t know about Lawliet and Y/N’s relationship, nobody did. That was how they liked it. No one could intervene, no drama or anything of the sort.  Just the two of them, happy, together.

Oh how she longed to be with him right now. The two of them together, even if they were just sitting in HQ together whilst working on the Kira case that they had been working on for months now. That was how they had met: the Kira case.

Y/N knew of his involvement, her father worked as a detective, similar to Lights. That was how she joined the investigation despite being a student. Both her father and close friend, Light, recommended her.

However, that friendship was slowly fading as she found out more and more evidence that made her suspect Light of being Kira. She’s smart, very smart, that’s why she got along with both geniuses. She fit in well with the two. But the more she investigated the case, the more she realized that Light could possibly be behind the mass murders that were causing terror across the world, especially Japan.

“Ooh! What about? Is it a boy?” Misa was now sat up on the ground, arms wrapped tightly around the yellow pillow that she was previously sitting on. Her loose blonde locks fell down her back as well as over the pillow. She looked absolutely beautiful.

How did Light not love her back?

“Shut up.” The other girl huffed, tossing a pillow from Misa’s bed into the face of the owner, giggling as Misa fell backwards onto the soft carpet before bursting into a fit of giggles herself.

“You have to tell me!” The words left Misa’s lips between giggles as she recomposed herself.

“No!”

“Yes~”

The two argued back and forth for around five minutes before giving up, and bursting into a giggle fit once again, something that was common between the pair.

“So, you like someone?” Misa wiggled her eyebrows in amusement at the fact that her best friend was finally interested in someone other than fictional characters. “Tell me everything.”

Without revealing who it was, Y/N began to tell her about her ‘crush’, despite said crush actually being her boyfriend of a few months now. Ensuring that no significant details were released which could identify the man, she told her everything. Blushing was something new to her, but neither Misa nor Y/N complained. It was a refreshing change for them both.

“Wow,” The model let out a breath she wasn’t aware that she was holding once Y/N had poured her heart out, slightly at least. “I never knew you were capable of such feelings, Y/N/N!”

“Stop teasing me~” Y/N’s hands covered her blushing face, words becoming muffled behind the skin. “This is embarrassing enough as it is,” a groan left her lips as she continued her sentence. “Besides, I doubt he even likes me back.” The final words were mumbled, self-doubt settling in as she realized that her boyfriend might not actually love her.

Logically, Y/N knew that L wouldn’t use her, or at least she hopes, and that he genuinely did value her and her opinion. He enjoyed her company and didn’t find her annoying. He really did love her, despite not having admitted it.

“Sure he does! You’re great, Y/N/N.” Misa grinned at her best friend, unknowingly providing her with a source of comfort.

“Thanks, Misa.” A sigh left the other girls lips, a sinking feeling of doubt looming over her. “I should probably get home, it’s getting late. Goodnight, Misa.”

“Goodnight, Y/N!”

~

Instead of heading home Y/N decided to take a late-night stroll.

The dark sky was littered with bright stars, a nice change from the usual plain nights sky in Japan. It gave an almost comforting feel to the stroller, reminding her of her childhood when she would stay up late to stare up at the midnight sky with a genuine belief that it was the world watching over her, much like the moon which was ‘following’ her everywhere she went to make sure she was safe.

It was childish, yes, but she was a child so what do you expect?

The Y/H/C-haired girl observed her breath as she exhaled. It was cold which wasn’t a huge surprise considering that it was nearing December now; winter time. Despite being extremely cold, she decided that it wasn’t time to head home just yet. Her mind wasn’t entirely clear and it wasn’t exactly in her best interest to go home with an overthinking mind, so he continued her walk.

The sound of her shoes hitting the ground was one of the only things she could hear other than the occasional passing car or truck. The streetlights lit up her view, being the only thing that did so and Y/N internally thanked whoever put them up considering she wouldn’t be able to use the torch on her phone as it had died long ago. The odd passing-by car provided her with some light also, although it wasn’t much.

It wasn’t until around 1am when she finally decided she should head home.

~

The house was deadly silent as she entered, but the lights were still alight, leaving the daughter of the local baker and detective confused.

“Mum?” The girls voice was slightly quiet in case she was asleep whilst still being loud enough for anyone seated downstairs to hear.

“Where have you been?!” Her mothers voice was incredibly loud, making Y/N cringe and wince. “I’ve been worried sick! How could you make your mom worry like this?”

Ah, there comes the guilt tripping. Y/N’s thoughts were awfully loud, and she cursed herself internally.

“Sorry, mom.” A frown had made its way onto her lips as she apologized.

Sure, she probably should have warned her that she was going for a walk, but there was no need to guilt trip her.

“You should be. Now go to your room!”

She simply ran upstairs.

~

The bags under Y/Ns’ eyes almost matched Ryuzaki’s the following day.

She hadn’t gotten any sleep that night as she replayed every bad moment with her mother sine childhood and believe me, there was a lot of them.

Her mother hadn’t been the best parent to say the least. She was never physically abusive, but the mental scars from her words and actions had taken a toll on her daughter throughout the years.

“Are you okay?” Lights words were full of concern upon noticing the girls tired composure. The way she stood further proved that she was exhausted considering how she was slumped over. Hands shaking also, Light was genuinely concerned, despite his status as Kira, something he knew that she suspected. “You look terrible, no offence.”

“I’m fine.” Her words were quiet, almost silent, too wrapped up in her own thoughts to give a completely response but she figured those words would suffice and he would hopefully leave her alone.

Whilst concerned, Light knew not to push things when someone didn’t want to talk, so he didn’t push it further, favouring to ask if she was going to the HQ later which she was.

“Ryuzaki isn’t in today,” Lights words caught her attention, finally pulling her from her trance, “he’s working on the investigation.”

“Oh,” while her response was short, the criminal still cheered internally, glad that he had stopped her worrying, even if it was for a split second.

~

For the entire day she was completely ‘out of it’, unable to concentrate or even form a coherent sentence and she mentally kicked herself at her so-called failure. However she was slightly grateful that there was no exam today, knowing she would have most definitely failed. She probably wouldn’t have been able to write more than three words.

Y/N’s walk to HQ was lonely as she desperately craved some human contact.

She really needed a hug.

As though in a trance, the girl scanned herself into HQ and headed towards the main room where she knew everyone would be.

“Hi, Y/N,” Matsuda’s cheerful greeting caught Ryuzaki’s attention. Well, more like the name of the person he was greeting.

Nobody could have known however, unaware of the short-lived glance he had spared towards her. This short glance told him a lot: she hadn’t slept, she was deep in thought and she felt… crap.

This worried the detective immensely. He really did care for the girl; a lot more than he would admit. Not that he didn’t want to, he just didn’t know how she would react and didn’t want to risk facing rejection.

It would hurt.

“Hi.” The response she gave Matsuda was blunt, emotionless which L wasn’t happy to hear.

She never used that tone. She was usually cheerful. It must be bad.

“You guys can go for a break. You’ve been here most of today and it’s not nearing 5pm.” L’s words matched his girlfriends tone as usual, uncaring about the relief his words had just provided the others on the case. “Except you.” His gaze was now fixated on his love, making her internally curse at herself for being so obvious about her low mood.

The raven-haired detective waited for everyone to leave, stare unmoving as he observed Y/N’s every move and she walked towards the chair opposite him.

“What is it?” Y/N’s gaze was cast towards the ground, not wanting L to see her like this. “I’m sorry.” Her words were quick, worried that he was going to say something that would simply upset her more. “I-I didn’t mean too.”

L’s cold hand gently grasped her chin, lifting her face so that they could look at each other and he cringed slightly as he saw the tear threatening to fall from her eyes.

Okay, he is now really worried.

“What’s wrong?” His words were quiet but still laced with genuine concern, along with his eyes. “You can tell me.”

“It’s nothing, really.” The words stumbled from her lips, only worrying him more. “C-can I just go today? Please.”

L simply nodded, watching as she dashed from the HQ and out of his sight.

~

“Why do you keep disappearing?” Y/N’s mothers voice was the first thing she heard as she walked through the door.

“Please, leave me alone.” Y/N begged, simply wishing to be alone.

She made an attempt to dash upstairs, only to be stopped by her mothers tight grip around her wrist as she spun her around to face her. A hash slap hit the younger girls face with such a force that they both knew would leave a mark the following day.

“Y-Y/N…” Upon realisation of what she had just done, her tight grip around her daughters wrist loosened, hand dropping to her side.

“Never talk to me again.” YN’s words were quiet yet laced with venom before she finally dashed up to her room, one goal in mind:

Leave.

Her movements were quick as she packed her bag, tears leaking from her eyes in both pain and sadness,

Within minutes her bag was packed, tossed over her shoulder before she ran downstairs.

“Please don’t leave.” Her mother’s plead fell on deaf ears, the only response coming from the closing of the door as she watched her daughter leave, neither of them knowing if she would ever return.

~

It was cold. Very cold and Y/N cursed herself for not bringing a jacket, being in a skirt and t-shirt which was the same outfit she had worn to school today.

Shivering, she began her long walk towards HQ, something she knew would take a long time.

~

“What happened to you?” Detective Yagami’s voice was filled with panic upon seeing the tear stains on her cheeks as well as the bright red bruising hand-mark.

Lawliet payed no attention  to his remark, simply assuming that Matsuda had had a clumsy accident yet again.

“Please, can I just sit down?” Was what captured his attention, the soft and exhausted voice being one he recognised immediately.

“O-of course.” Soichiro’s words were rushed as he signalled towards the seat he had previously occupied which Y/N gratefully took.

L spun on his chair to look at the girl, breath hitching as he took in her appearance.

He caught her gaze and she had looked up after hearing the spinning of the chair and she thanked whatever gods there were that it was simply the three of them.

“Detective Yagami would you mind if we have a moment?” L’s stare was unmoving as Yagami nodded, leaving the room.

“R-Ryu…” Her voice sounded broken, eyes filled with pain and he soon noticed the bag on the ground, quickly coming to the conclusion that something had happened at home, presumably with her mother, and she had ran away.

L quickly climbed onto his feet, opening his arms which Y/N gladly ran into, breaking down into sobs. His hand placed itself on her hair, burying itself into her hair as her face buried into his chest. L was uncaring as her tears soaked through his white tee; he only cared that she was okay. They stood like that for a long time, L providing comfort she didn’t know she needed.

“Come on,” L broke the silence as his girlfriend calmed down, her breath evening out, “lets get you to a room.” He offered her a hand as she pulled away, one she took with extreme gratitude, appreciating that it must have been hard for him to give her any affection.

Their hands never parted as they climbed the stairs of the HQ, heading towards Y/N’s new room. Ryuzaki had thrown her bag over his shoulder, the heavy weight of the bag not affecting him one bit.

The room was empty, and it was clear nobody was staying there.

The noise of the bag dropping to the ground was loud, startling Y/N whilst Lawliet remained unaffected, having been the one that had caused the noise; not that it would have scared him anyway.

Y/N was led towards the made bed by the detective, sitting herself down as he wordlessly instructed before taking a seat beside her.

“I’m sorry for being such a bother.” She apologised, making L shake his head in disagreement.

“You could never be a bother, Y/N. Not to me.” His words were less monotone than usual, less devoid of feeling. There was a genuine tone coming from him. “Matsuda’s a bother, not you.” He spoke which made the shorter girl chuckle, something she felt she hadn’t done in ages, despite it having only been a day, #

“Thanks, Ryu. For everything.”

“It’s my pleasure.” His arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her closely towards him until her warmth was felt by him. “I-“ He paused as he began to speak, extremely aware of what he was about to say.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked, confused at his sudden silence.

“I love you.” His words were quiet, almost unheard had it not been for the fact that the room was deadly silent.

The pair fell into an awkward silence for a moment before L got up to leave, apologising as he did so.

“Wait,” Y/N’s hand wrapped around his own, “I love you too.”

A small smile made its way onto both of their lips, L walking back over to the girl until he was stood directly in front of her. She watched closely as he bent down, unsure of what he was about to do. The second his lips touched her forehead a huge blush flowed across her cheeks.

“R-Ryu…?” Her embarrassed voice sounded, the only response she earned from him being a small smile before he gave her a pat on the head, turning to leave.

“Thank you.” She called, making him stop in the doorway.

“Anytime, Y/N/N.” The use of the nickname only made her blush harder.

[the-tiniest-one]

Late Night Office Visit: Confessions of the Copy Ninja

Kakashi X Reader

This is my first post so go easy on me. Its just a little fluffy/smut I wrote while thinking about it. Tell me what you think and thank you so much for reading!

***

Your office is tinted in soft warm light from the small lamp by your desk. A candle burning near your desk is scented for the fall season, October is here in the village and it’s starting to get chilly. You had dressed comfortably for work, an over-sized lavender hoody and long black leggings that covered your socked feet with knitted dark grey boots. Your (h/l,h/c) in a messy bun.

It’s no secret that Kakashi is a man of routine.

 His routine had recently begun to include trips to your office. Usually to tease you. You being a night owl, around 1am like clockwork when he was home from missions, he will indulge in a “random and unplanned”, unannounced visit, usually involving some kind of failed attempt at sneaking in and trying his best at scaring you. You expect his shit by now though. 

During his visit both you and he compete to best the other in a battle of “who can make the other blush” during the private office conversations.

“So why are you always working so late” kakashi asked, wandering around the office, picking up a book from the shelf and thumbing it lazily. “Dont you have a boyfriend to go home to?”

The question was bold.

“No”. A short yet devilishly innocent sounding reply from you, while looking at your mound of papers littering your desk, followed by deafening silence.

“What a shame” Kakashi says almost no variation in tone.

The tension is strangling you. 

Feeling a little bit bold as well, you decide to lay the innocent act on as thick as possible 

“I guess it is a shame. It gets so lonely in my little apartment...If only I had someone to come home to... It’s too bad. I bet you probably have lots of company waiting for you to get home and keep them warm.” you reply with a grin.  

Standing and walking over to the large window Kakashi came into the office through, leaning forward to close it, the cool October air giving you a chill.

Turning around, almost in an instant, Kakashi was behind you. Wrapping both hands in your hair with breath taking tenderness. His lips pressing against yours….expressing desperation and need. You had been dreaming of this moment for months, your tongue pushing through his lips first. Both of you searching for security in each others kiss. 

When he pulled back to look at you, you kept your eyes closed for a moment. savoring the first time. 

The first time that you knew, as silly as it sounded....As much as you hated the idea that you could be so deeply invested before his lips ever touched yours....the first time that the man you could feel in your blood was your perfect match...Your soulmate kissed your lips.

When you did finally open your eyes, the worried look carved across his perfect masked features was too clear. “Was that okay?” he asked, clearly worried to hear the answer.

Without verbally responding, you crashed into his lips again. This time wrapping your legs around his waist and pushing your hands through his unruly hair.

Within seconds your back hit the desk gently, his hands wandering under your hoody. His calloused thumbs running over your nipples, causing you to moan quietly into his open mouth.

His lips left yours quickly finding your jawline, just behind your ear, “I have wanted to kiss you from the instant that I first saw you”. he whispered.

You blushed... “six months does feel like a long time” you respond quietly.

He stops kissing for a moment to look at you inquisitively, (your tits still fully engulfed in his large hands). “6 months?” he asks confused.

“Yeah, when we first met?” You reply slightly embarrassed by his exasperated expression. 

He looks at you with even more embarrassment and his soul bared just under the surface of his clear pretty eyes,

 “Oh, well uh...you see, I was talking about the very first time that I first saw you...like ever ...back at the Academy.” Said Kakashi

“What” you said, thinking back....Kakashi, and the other mutual friends you two shared from his graduating class like Guy and Asuma.... were two years above you. You cant remember ever having seen him at the Academy or even when you and your team had grown and gone on countless missions together. You would remember him, you know it. It wasn't as though he wasn't around...He was just such a private guy (and you were a private girl), and he had spent so many years in the special ANBU division or...away from other people in general. 

Even though you’d never met in person until about 6 months ago, you’d heard of the famous copy ninja almost your whole life. His sinister reputation was known throughout the hidden nations.

“How long?” you ask breathless...nervous to hear the answer.

“Hmmm lets see...I guess it would be the day you graduated from the Academy... I was passing by, headed to turn in a mission report when they posted the list.” he replied in a more confident tone.

“I watched you never stop to check it. You already knew you made it. Everyone else clamoring for a look at the list, and I heard you tell another student...”Im going to become a chunin, then a jonin, then Hokage. To protect the person I love someday”. 

Your stomach did somersaults. You remembered the moment he was quoting..... but as hard as you tried to place him, he wasn’t there in your memory of that day.

 Head spinning... you were an early academy graduate, 8 years old when you made genin. You were 27 now….That means Kakashi Hatake has loved you almost your entire life...without you ever having met you. 

You forced him back down onto your lips while simultaneously unzipping his flack jacket. Then pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his perfect torso.

He undressed you however, much more slow and methodically, only a bra under your hoody, quickly unclasping it and throwing it to the side. Then your leggings, finally while kissing down your neck to your breasts, he pulled your panties off and put them in his pocket.

His mouth making slow circles around your nipples. You noticed how wet you were when his right hand slid from your tits to your hip, then to your slit...he giggled as he quickly fingered and teased the outside of your soaked pussy.

“Please kashi” you gasped, maybe louder than you wanted for the office building you were currently being ravaged in.

His slow kisses moved down to your panty line. Lips dancing along your skin in perfect rhythm with his hands teasing you. 

“Please what?” he asked with an almost stern inflection

At first you didnt reply, only writhing under him.

But the shock of a slap on your inner thigh made you almost scream with desire.

“Please what” he asked again while resuming the kisses to your belly.

Please let me cum you said, almost at a whisper.

Just like that his mouth was on you. Licking your clit at first, an eternity of teasing you nearly to tears. Then he started sucking you with a ferocity that bordered on desperation.

You were a mess. You couldn’t even begin to form coherent thoughts when you felt his tip graze your pussy lips.

“You looked into his eyes, and he waited for confirmation.”

The second you nodded he began. Slowly dipping in and out, first the tip, then slowly incorporating more of himself. Making sure you were comfortably adjusted before adding another half inch or so. The care in which he conducted himself was nothing short of impressive...however it was driving you insane. You needed to be fucked. You wrapped your legs around him, forcing him as deep as he would go, catching him off guard...if only due to his extreme focus on your perfect pussy.

He gasped at the sudden tight warmth around his cock, looking up at you as you rocked your hips to help him along.

It didnt take more than a minute at most before you laced your hand into his…

“Im so close, kashi...can I please cum?”

Surprised and fully turned on by the request, his thumb hit your clit, fast circles helping you along.

“Cum on my cock (y/n). I want your pretty pussy to cum for me”

And like that you snapped, quivering and writhing on your desk while he followed almost immediately, soaking your insides with his hot seed.

You laid motionless, gasping for air and seeing stars….

He kissed your nipples again, still inside you,  making you jump from the overstimulation.

Finally resting on your chest while your hands wandered through his hair.

“I wanted to do that for an eternity” he said still catching his breath.

“Well I let me grant that wish” you say with a giggle. “An eternity it is”.

[sedated-love]

Tokoyami x Reader smut

Fourth post of October!! (I’m a little late but we don’t talk about it)

It’s literally just a self indulgent childhood friends to lovers smut. Don’t mind me. 

Also not only are they 18+ (as you should be too if you are reading this) but Tokoyami is a 100% human boy for this. Bye Bye Birdie

Hope you guys enjoy though! If you like it, please take the time to reblog <3 It helps a ton! Also if you have any suggestions for what I write in the future, please feel free to leave them in my ask box!

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“Fuck this!”

You groaned softly, running a hand through your hair as you used the other to sip gingerly at your coffee. You and your best friend had been paired together to do an assignment for one of your classes and you were pretty sure at this point in your life that your professor was a sadist. Not to mention that Tokoyami was driving you absolutely insane.

You loved your best friend. You had been friends with him since you were both like four, but if he suggested doing your project on the anatomy of birds one more time, you were going to rip your hair out. “You’re not even doing that correctly.” He hissed as he looked over your shoulder at the laptop where you were currently typing out your prompts.

“What’s wrong with it?”

You pulled your feet up so that you were sitting crossed legged on the couch with the laptop resting on your lap. You were using Tokoyami’s apartment since you lived in the dorms and your room mate could get a little obnoxious with how loud they were. Even if you politely asked them to keep it down, they always seemed to manage to need to vacuum or whatever the fuck in the exact time period that you needed to focus

“You aren’t supposed to use our examples there.”

He huffed, rubbing his temples as his frustration just seemed to be fueling your own. You guys meant to start the project sooner but…you were best friends, not best classmates. You always ended up goofing off or getting sidetracked but now it was 1am and the project was due at 8am. You had waited until pretty much the last minute and were now absolutely screwed.

He reached over you, his body pressed flush against yours as he typed over you on the laptop. You guys had been friends for so long that you didn’t even notice the closeness between you two as you both huddled over the laptop in your lap. You watched the screen as he wrote, waiting for a few minutes of watching him absolutely massacre your project before you finally stepped in.

“That’s now how I want it done!”

You let out a soft whine at him, pushing at his arms lightly as if trying to forcibly remove him from the keyboard as you threw a little hissy fit. You honestly were worried about the project. It was a huge chunk of both of your grades, and you wanted it to be absolutely perfect but you both had such different ideas on how it should be done.

“Fine.”

He easily took the laptop off your lap and shoved it onto the coffee table, shoving you back against the couch with one of his hands pinning both of yours over your head and the other placed firmly against your chin so you had no choice but to look straight at him as he leaned so close to you that your noses were almost touching. The closeness that hadn’t seemed relevant before was suddenly painfully obvious as he placed himself over you with seeming ease.

You have never noticed it before but he was quite a bit bigger than you. If you had to guess you would say he was at least 6 inches taller and not to mention he was just built bigger. He worked out so his body was always well toned and just one of his biceps were honestly about the same size as your head. You felt the breath catch in your throat as he spoke, pressing his lips right against your ear as he did so.

“Tell me, then…How do you want it done, princess?”

He spoke in a hushed tone, his voice dropping an octave as you felt butterflies fill your stomach. Your back arched slightly off the couch on instinct as you felt his warm breath against your ear. You wanted to reply but it was like your brain had short circuited. You instinctively placed your hands against his toned chest, looking up at him with your entire face flushed bright red.  

It wasn’t like you had never thought about Tokoyami in that sort of way…you had more wet dreams about him than you wanted to admit and if your dildo could speak, you’d be in trouble…but you always thought he considered a little sister. You had known each other for so long after all.

“I-I…Tokoyami…”

Your voice came out breathier than you wanted to admit as you could already feel the wet spot between your legs forming. You wanted to yeet yourself off the nearest bridge and pretend this never happened. Pretend that you weren’t getting horny off your best friend doing something as simple as pinning you down on the couch of his apartment when the two of you were alone and you had thought about fucking him more times than you could count.  

He moved his knee, so it was placed directly against your crotch almost as if he were teasing you. You wanted to punch him in the gut and honestly you might have thought about it if he didn’t have your hands pinned above your head. You may be feisty, but you weren’t dumb enough to think you could break out of his grip if he didn’t want you to.

“I’ve thought about doing this to you so many times..”

He hummed as he moved his hand that wasn’t holding your wrists down your body, seeming to be taking in every curve with his eyes. Your heart was pounding against your chest as you realized you weren’t the only one. This entire time of holding back to preserve your friendship and he felt the same way? You cursed silently in your head, but it didn’t last long when he was yanking up your shirt, making a soft click in approval at what he saw.

“Held back for so long, princess…too long…”

He easily held your hands as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples. He tugged and played with the bud as his other hand wandered down in between your legs. Soft mewls left your lips before you could even stop them. Normally you would have been embarrassed by them, but your noises just seemed to excite him more as his hand started rubbing you through your pants.

You found yourself arching up into all his touches. The project you had been so worked up over just moments before had completely left your mind as all you could focus on were his touches. He unbuttoned your pants, letting go of your hands just to tug them off so you were completely vulnerable underneath him with your shirt shoved up so far you weren’t sure why you still had it on and the obvious wet spot that had formed on your underwear.

“Looks like you have no complaints~”

He smirked as he pressed right against the wet spot, dragging a soft moan from your lips before he leaned down and shove his face against your heat. He licked at the wet spot, not caring if you underwear were in the way which somehow made the entire thing more lewd than if he were just to lick your cunt.

You let out a soft needy whine as your now free hands went down to tangle in his hair as you were too turned on now to feel any embarrassment. You were suddenly glad he lived alone in his apartment as your moans got increasingly louder the more that he messed with you. His tongue pressing up against the fabric which just drove you insane as you were so close to the pleasure you needed and yet he denied you of it.

You let out a soft whine of complaint when he pulled away, wanting nothing more than to grab his head and shove it right back down but you didn’t get the chance. He flipped you over before you even registered what was happening. The back of his hand shoving your head down into the cushion as he grinded his still clothed cock against your ass.

He pulled your hips up so that your ass was propped up with your head still shoved deep into the cushions to muffle your noises. It didn’t take him long to shed his own jeans and boxers, grinding himself against your underwear with pleased groans.

“You look so beautiful like this~”

He purred as he ran one of his hands down your spin, the other moving your panties to the side so he could line himself up with your entrance. “Be a good girl and take it all, okay~?” He pushed inside of you with one hard thrust causing a loud moan to escape from your lips. You could feel him so deep inside of you, hitting right against your soft spot.

Just him being inside of you was driving you insane. Your body was instinctively twitching around his cock as if begging him to move. He groaned softly, leaning down so that his chest was pressed flushing against your back as he started to thrust. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock ~”

You couldn’t help the loud mewls and moans that left your lips with every thrust. Pleasure was coursing through your veins as you weakly clung to a pillow that was on the couch as if that were going to help you at all. His thrusts never seemed to slow down as he pounded into you at a steady pace, hitting right against your soft spot.

You were left a moaning, drooling mess as he had his way with your body; lewd noises filling the room every time his hips met your ass. Pleasure boiled in your stomach, threatening to push over with every push he made inside yet it wasn’t quite enough. You needed a little bit more.

As if reading your mind, his hand reached around, sliding inside your panties as he started rubbing right against your clit. You felt your thighs begin to quiver and your moans became more like broken sobs as the pleasure became almost overwhelming.

“T-T…okoyami…w-wa..it…ngh~!”

You whined loudly but it was difficult to make coherent words as your brain became muddled with the pleasure. “Shut up and take it, princess.” He pressed his lips against your ear as he spoke in a commanding tone, his thrusts getting faster as he let out soft moans. You felt your orgasm building up in your stomach as you desperately clawed at the pillow, your moans becoming louder as they filled the room the closer you got but you didn’t want to cum just yet. You felt embarrassed doing it so quickly.

Seeming to notice your hesitance, Tokoyami used the hand not messing with your clit to press against the back of your head again, forcing your face deep into the cushions as he spoke. “Cum for me.” He didn’t leave any room for argument as he slammed his cock deep insides of you, his fingers against your clit never letting up so you wouldn’t be allowed a second to relax.

Your body jerked and you let out a loud broken sob as your orgasm finally came crashing down. Your legs were shaking through the pleasure as the only thing keeping you up was his arm wrapped around your hips as he rubbed your clit through your orgasm. He only lasted a few more sloppy thrusts before he was cumming as well, groaning softly as he pumped you full.

“Shit…”

He hummed softly as he slowly pulled out of you so he could gently flip you over. He smiled softly when he saw your face, moving the hair from your forehead and placing a soft kiss as you looked up at him, still completely dazed from your orgasm. You couldn’t help but smile back as the soft gesture made you feel more loved than you wanted to admit.

“So…Was that how you wanted it done~?”

[scone-lover]

Happy Birthday to Holding Out For a Hero!!! ❤️

art by @subparselkie

I published the first chapter of my longest and most popular fic just about a year ago! And I bet you always wanted to see some shitty outlines. Right? Just giving the people what they want. My brain is chaos and now you all have to be subject to it. Strap in, boys. 😂 Everything’s below the cut!

Read Holding Out for a Hero on AO3

This fic was born because I saw a tumblr post about a hero and villain who are roommates and I just had to Snowbazzify it. I had so many random ideas in my brain, and I’d been engaging with fan content for the CO fandom for a few months now.

So I started off by opening a blank document and writing the Prologue, featuring Shep. I had a few basic facts in mind: Shepard’s a reporter, Simon’s a hero, Baz is a villain, Mage is an evil mayor. And that’s. Literally it. I made it up as I went along. I actually still do that with fics, even though I do try to outline in more detail now—I have to write a scene or two that’s been bouncing around in my head to get a feel for the story, then I can give it a direction.

The document is 337 pages on google docs, LOL. 

Here’s the first ever set of notes I had. I wrote this on March 29, 2020, directly after typing out the Prologue! 

Like I said, absolute chaos. The third Simon bullet point originally said something like “also I’m a superhero and only Penny knows,” then the following day I changed it to “but he’s so handsome? what do???” 

I didn’t publish the prologue until writing 5-6 additional chapters, but I think the only major change was going from Baz being “The Vampire” to just “Vampire.”

Chapter 1 was originally called “not a bloody avenger” before I decided to do the rhyming thing. I actually decided that because I wrote “counter spray and earl grey” down for chapter 2, unintentionally rhyming it, and then @ashspren-writes was like, “you should make them all rhyme”... so I did. 😂 For 25 more chapters.

I have a section labeled “quickie backgrounds” in which I finally sat down halfway through writing Chapter 2 (the blade/vamp fight) and said to myself, okay, maybe they should have backstories or something. Or like, reasons for being the hero and villain. Right, yeah, those would be good to make this into a coherent story. In the first version of that, Simon was a sports coach on the side, not a baker, and Baz was an English teacher. LOL. 

Once I had all that, I literally just wrote for four days. There’s a weird kind of magic to your first-ever fic for a fandom. All your ideas and thoughts and wishes for these characters comes to a head as you suddenly have an outlet for the first time. It’s why I think people’s first works are often their best or most creative or most profound. The first couple chapters took some time and a couple 1am epiphanies, but once I got into a rhythm it was quick going. I wrote a lot of it in a linear manner, but after writing the first Simon/Baz scene (watching the news together in the flat), I doubled back and added Simon going to Penny’s house after meeting the Mage so that I could work her in as a character earlier.

Fast forward to April 5, I had 5-ish chapters written? I thought this fic would have like... 10 total. And be less than 20k. Haha. Ha. I asked @ashspren-writes to beta read for me - I’d been bouncing ideas off her since the beginning - and then I started brainstorming titles. 

The list actually started with that second one. It took a whole 24 hours to decide on the final title. 😂 I thought it might be too cheesy. But hey, it worked out -- now I can’t open AO3 without the damn song getting stuck in my head. 

I worked a LOT with my friend @ashspren-writes on this fic - we were friends long before fandom, and she was the only person I knew at the time who had read CO and was involved in the fandom. I didn’t even have a tumblr at this point, I interacted mostly through Instagram and AO3!

On April 6, right before I posted, I realized that if I was going to actually put this on AO3 I should probably know where the story was going. So I made sure Chapters 1-6 were complete, then I wrote one bullet point per chapter up until 12 or so -- you can read those below.

Then I texted ashspren THIS mess:

Some silly notes:

Then I have a section that says “Why do they even have roommates?” because it was a few chapters in and I hadn’t justified richboy Baz and superhero Simon... living together. Cool cool cool

I also did this cool little writing experiment I want to share. Remember that line in Fangirl that’s like—“Once Cath wrote what she thought was a swordfight, and Wren turned it into a love scene.” (Or maybe it was the other way around? LOL.) Anyway, there’s swordfights in this, AND love scenes, so I wanted to do a play on that for two alternate ways Simon might figure it out.

I have a huge Deleted Section in which I wrote an alternate version of Simon and Baz finding out about their secret identities. I have one version where Baz figures it out first—it’s a very tropey yet angsty scene where Simon comes home totally wrecked from a fight, and Baz realizes as he’s helping with the wounds that he caused them. I actually like it a lot, but it ended up not quite fitting with the vibe of the fic (and I rather like them finding out through kissing better). :) I also had an idea where Simon figures it out because Vampire smells like cedar and bergamot, but it really just wasn’t interesting enough. 😂

Now onto... Outlines. 

I say that hesitantly because I think these are literally a disgrace to outlines everywhere. These are the baby ones I wrote on April 6 right before posting. Some are more detailed than others, clearly...

Gotta live up to my username somehow. 

We do love to see it. ​

I love this next one: 😂 CHAOS, SCONEY.

THEN, I wrote this as a very long text to ashspren, when I realized no sconey, this is not going to be under 20k words. LOL. 

And then I did A Dumb Thing and I put it on AO3, having absolutely NO CLUE WHERE THE STORY WAS GOING. 😂 

This is my favorite heading on the document.

Another one of my favorite notes in there.

This next part wasn’t even divided into chapters yet, it’s just a word vomit. I’m so sorry you have to read this mess.

Hahaha, once upon a time there was angst in this story. 😂 

And then I realized my true calling: bakery fluff.

Then and only then, I actually decided to divide into those things called Chapters. This is the point where I made the admission to mr scone (boyfriend, not husband lol, we just call him that) that I write gay fanfiction, whoops, and can he please help me because he’s a HUGE DC comics fan and knows everything. And of course, he was super chill about it, and he did. He really did. He’s the genius behind Egghead!!! And also the entire Mage-Humdrum-Supercomputer/Politics plot. I’m serious. I did none of that.

I can’t even say I’m trying anymore. “Flort”??? I AM LITERALLY NOT TRYING.

Why yes sconey, so very specific. 😂 

This is what qualifies as a “good” outline for me, that heading was just for my betas. Isn’t it fabulous to see that some of this actually made it in and I’m capable of planning in advance? 😂 

Get ready for the shock of your life, though -- I actually have a SUUUUPER detailed outline for the two finale chapters. Because, well, it’s the finale. Wrapping up loose ends does actually require planning, WHO KNEW. Also I’d been writing and posting for a couple months at this point and it had been several more weeks in quarantine so maybe I’d regained some sense of reality? It’s like two pages but still shittily written, so I’ll just share a couple tidibits.

That bullet point is extraordinarily cracky BUT actually, Baz shooting up from the cloud like an awesome fucking hot dramatic person was one of the very first scenes I envisioned for this fic :D 

I hope you enjoyed this glimpse into my writing brain! It’s a terrifying place. I love all of you that say Holding Out For a Hero is a well-crafted masterpiece, but respectfully, no ❤️ 

(Though I swear I AM super, super happy with how it turned out - it’s still my favorite thing I’ve ever written. Read it here!!!)

[scorpioxsith]

Don’t you agree?

I was totally on my bullshit after watching Chapter 13 last night, I smoked a joint and, god damn I was feeling inspired, I wrote something, whatever my imagination was doing at 1AM.

It’s just a little something. I tidied up the grammar to coherency but i kinda like it being organic as it was, to reflect reader being not-sober (just like me baha). 🤪

Also influencing this, I’m in the UK and we’ve been in lockdown for the past month and it ain't about to end for me anytime soon, so i am pining for a night out (idk just some fun god damn) and some mando attention. 

I felt like sharing it because it’s kinda fun and lighthearted and if it helps someone else escape right now then cool. This is some #realthirstyhotgirlshit, reader is flirty and a lil confident but also a lil shy because heck I can be confident (lies) but put me in front of Mando and you bet I would be total jello. (also i dont think mando is necessarily OOC in this BUT if he is idc i just want him to be my daddy lmfao) 

Im living for season 2, someone give Filoni an award NOW!! 

warnings: references to alcohol/drug use. its not smut but its flirty. if i carry it on it'll go “further” but I’m scared of commitment so

Drabble below the cut.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You hanged off of Greef Karga in a friendly embrace and giggled in the spice lounge. You were howling about a story he had just told you and the two of you were almost crying with laughter. You’d just come back from a very successful mission, and when he'd asked if you wanted to celebrate the win with him, you shrugged your shoulders at him with a playful smirk “alright then.”

two hours later and you were both inebriated. it was bleeding into the mid evening, the night at its peak. energy buzzed in the spice lounge with the music and fluttering ebb and flow of conversations, carrying an infectious energy into the air. 

your body felt relaxed, your mind loose. 

it was a little foolish, given you are in so doing letting your guard down, but you hoped if you were unlucky enough to be accosted in this state, with Greef by your side you felt a safe bet you could still take most people. 

Although you didn’t particularly have much in common with him, he had a playful demeanour that made for a fun drinking partner. 

Karga tapered his hysterics off into a deep chuckle, “ah, you know-” 

“Karga.” 

A blur of silver came into yours and Greef’s vision until it materialised before your eyes into a Mandalorian. A hot Mandalorian. You had no idea you had a thing for that but it was the first thought that sprung to your mind. You quickly looked to Greef, playing off your fluttering lashes and hoping the Mandalorian hadn’t noticed your astonishment. Or…maybe if he had, maybe it wouldn’t be totally the end of the world. Who knows. 

Greef Karga also took a moment to summon a response, frozen for the barest of moments, but you saw it. He was taken aback by the Mandalorian's presence. Then, he flew into a huge bravada of an introduction. 

Maker, you were both so high. 

“Mando!” Greef bellows, “well I never. I never thought I’d see you in this particular establishment!” 

The Mandalorian cocked his head impatiently. “I’m only here because I was told this is where I’d find you.” 

His voice went straight through you. Fuck. 

Greef turned to you. “Allow me to introduce my associate…” 

you smiled awkwardly at this, oh god - why were you feeling shy? I mean…well actually...you do know why, don’t you? 

“Good to meet you,” you said carefully - you didn’t want to spook him, so no heavy flirting yet but your tone was warm and a little sultry. 

The Mandalorian’s helmet turned to you and you weren’t sure if you imagined it but you were sure you felt some sort of tension almost immediately bloom as he continued to hold your gaze. Your skin prickled in a path down your body as if his very gaze was passing over your curves and leaving a blazing fire in its wake. 

Your voice lazy, a little sexy, as were your sparkling eyes and rosy cheeks. “I'm Y/n.”

“Mando,” he responds huskily. You think that will be it, but then- “I haven’t seen you around here before.” 

His voice is run through a modulator in his helmet, making it hard to pin down his tone. You couldn’t tell what his angle was but something inside of you hoped he was feeling the same magnetism as you right now.

You realised he was waiting for an answer, and you hope you mask the subtle cheeky glint in your eye before you respond. 

“I am new to this parsec, yes. I have been in the Guild for a couple months now but I’m often out on mission.”

“Is that right?” There’s a smoothness to his voice that makes you blush slightly, you hope its not obvious. To Greef, that is. It'll definitely be obvious to Mando’s heat vision, but you could live with that embarrassment. He continued, “I assume as you are here, your previous mission was successful.”

You nodded up at him, thinking wow he’s so tall and big and yes and he’s looking down at you too, until a hand clapped on your back and Greef came into the picture again. 

“Indeed!” Greef commended as if it was the best thing in the world. “An impressive one hundred per cent success rate! She’s almost as talented as you, Mando, I like this one!” 

Karga gives you a joking side wink and you can’t help but laugh - he forces it out of you when your eyes meet as if something is so hilarious but you’re not even sure what it is, mainly just the fact that he’s chatting absolute shit and you can’t take it seriously. Mando gazes at you as he waits for you both to finish your ridiculous and illogical giggling fit.

It takes longer than a minute for you both to get control of yourselves, your laughter filling the air of the spice lounge. Mando's hands went to his hips and he cocked into a stance that had you wanting to drop to your knees. That stopped your giggling. 

Karga wipes another tear from his eye, you’re not sure if he’s doing it for dramatic effect and it almost sends you off the edge again. 

“Forgive me, I’m feeling loose. Speaking of, I’m going to go get myself another Gin ’n’ Juice,” Karga announced playfully. “Mando? Drink, Y/n?” he asks you. 

“Just a water, please,” you said sweetly. You needed it. 

“Karga, I came here to talk,” Mando quipped impatiently. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Karga rolled his eyes, “and if I’m gonna listen to you, I need a drink. Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll be right back.” 

With that he whirled away, leaving you with the Mandalorian. 

You weren’t sure whether to start conversation or wait for him to ask you something, but then there was the predicament of what to say. The armour was sexy as hell, but it did make him difficult to read. 

The Mandalorian was watching Greef retreat to the bar, before seeming to roll his shoulders and relax slightly, consciously, then looked down at you. 

Then, he adjusted his weapon away from his body so he could take one large stride over to the now unoccupied space by you. He sat close, but still too far away. However, he relaxed into the seat a little more, the bulk of him spreading out further and inching closer to you. It was like some kind of erotic display and you couldn’t help but gaze at him in a way that betrayed your desires. 

His helmet tilted at you and he chuckled knowingly. “Careful, kitten.”

  Your eyes widened in surprise and a sudden warmness whooshed through your whole body. It was dizzying and immediately a hot aching began to pulse in your core. His voice danced through your tingling senses and you were enraptured. 

You wanted to touch him, desperately, even just get a little closer. Encouraged by his boldness, you summoned the courage to teasingly reach out and slowly trace your fingers over his thigh. You hear a staticky breath come out of the modulator. 

One of his large hands snapped down to rest over yours, except he didn't snatch your hand away. He held it in place, his hand heavy and hot over yours, pressing down on his firm thigh. Your breath hitched as movement in your peripheral barely caught his other hand coming up, too late and you were taken by a shudder when you felt his gloved fingers trail gently down the sensitive curve of your exposed neck. Your head tilted in compliance, lashes fluttering, barely in control of the longing gaze of desire you were levelling back into the visor of the helmet.

"You should be careful, cyar'ika," he murmured, "Some would take advantage of this right now." 

You barely held back a whine, but you knew he was right. Shit, his righteousness only made you want him more. 

He pulled back swiftly, though it was a gentle touch when his hand gripped and lifted yours off his thigh, placing it back onto your own lap. His fingers ghosted over your forearm as they retreated.

Moments later, Karga returned with more drinks you knew one single man could carry, and you gaped at him. 

"Karga, I said water!" you pouted.   

"I got that, too," he replied, pushing a glass filled with clear liquid towards you, condensation beading down the side. 

You drank half of it immediately. You eyed the pink drink he'd also brought you back, unsure if it was wise. You weren't really one for drinking and smoking at the same time, it was risky business that. 

Greef lowered himself into the seat across from Mando. "Get on with it then, before I change my mind," he said to Mando, urging him to get the business talk over with, because he knew for sure that must be the reason for this highly unexpected appearance. 

  You didn't miss the way the Mandalorian looked at Karga in a silent challenge, daring him to cheek him again. Karga laughed it off, bumping one of Mando's pauldrons and slid one of the drinks across the table to the Mandalorian.

Mando's shoulders rose and fell in a sigh of defeat, like he just couldn't be bothered with the hassle.

"I think the puck you gave me was intended for someone else." With that, Mando slammed the puck onto the table, startling you slightly and some of the fuller drinks jumped out of their glasses onto the table. 

The puck's holo beamed up a second later, a picture of a wealthy, androgynous looking human male. 

He continued, "You know I can't be going anywhere near the Inner Rim." 

Karga peered at the puck. "Ah yes..." he glanced at Mando, then you, before chaotically spinning the puck across the table towards you. 

"Dank ferrick!!" you cursed, barely catching the puck under your palm as you slammed your hand down to the table quickly. 

  Karga burst out laughing, "coincidentally it was meant for her ladyship here. Very chivalrous to bring it to its rightful owner, Mando." 

  The Mandalorian's head spun to pin you with an unreadable gaze. After a tense moment, he said, "Who said I was returning it?" 

  You blinked at him, palm suddenly burning where the puck was sitting innocently beneath it. 

  Karga chuckled again. "Apologies for the assumption, old friend. How can I resolve the matter?" 

  Mando's gaze returned to Karga, briefly releasing you. "You promised me payment for this. The only solution I can see is a partnership for this bounty."

The Mandalorian turned back to you. "Don't you agree?" 

[scullysexual]

One Moment In Arecibo

I really don’t write smut often (and for good reason probably) but I thought I’d give it ago. Like I said, I’m obsessed with the concept of early msr around season 2 so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It’s on ao3 too 

@today-in-fic @mypanicface

- - - 

They find a small motel just outside Arecibo. The manager knows no English, Scully only a smattering of Spanish but it’s enough to get them a room.

They’re both exhausted; the adrenaline off being chased wore off hours ago now they’re left with achy and tired bones. With plans to get the earliest flight possible tomorrow, they know sleep is what they need.

Mulder still worries her. Scully took the wheel once it became transparent that the Berets had lost them, Mulder had looked to be on his way out anyway and uncharacteristically crashed as soon as he got into the passenger’s seat. Scully drove until she found a motel sign.

“You get the bed, Mulder,” Scully says upon entering the room.

He would usually protest, offer to sleep on the floor but he goes over to it without a word of complaint, falling against the pillows and shutting his eyes.

He’d drank the entire bottle of water but he still looked dehydrated. Scully had no idea how long he’d gone without it. She pours him a glass and sets it on the bedside table.

“Drink,” she gently commands and as he does so she disappears back outside with the go-the-go firstaid kit.

Tending to Mulder became part of the job description. Always needing to look at various bumps and scratches- perhaps she should officially become his doctor. She has the thought to ask him about that later. For now, she places a cold, damp cloth against his forehead.

“I really saw them, Scully,” he croaks, his eyes opening slightly to look at her.

“I’m sure you did, Mulder.” She runs her hands through his hair feeling the bump from when he must have fell. He winces slightly as her hands brush over it.

“Sore?” she asks.

“I’ll be fine,” he answers and Scully rolls her eyes. “We should get out of here as soon as we can.”

Scully nods. “We will. But first I want you to sleep.”

“What will you do?”

She smiles, combing her fingers through his hair once more.

“I’ll keep watch.”

She lifts herself off the bed then, picking up the glass and heading into the bathroom. When she exits with another full glass of water, Mulder is sleeping, snoring softly. As quietly as she can she places the glass on the table again and moves to the desk chair to begin her vigil.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.

He’s startled awake around 1am.

Only the desk lamp is on and Scully is above him, removing the cloth off his forehead. The excessive sweating is over, his chest bare, and looking a lot better.

“Feeling better?” Scully asks.

Mulder nods, reaching for the water on the side and taking a gulp. Scully watches as he downs the whole thing, playing with the cloth in her hands.

“Thank you,” he says wants he finishes and the words come as a surprise to Scully. It’s a very rare thing for Mulder to be so openingly grateful. She knew he appreciated her work and all she had to offer, more so now they’ve been separated, but it brings a soft smile across her lips to hear him say it.

“I’d probably be dead like Jorge if you hadn’t found me.”

He’s right. “Well, somebody has to keep you alive,” she says with a grin.

Mulder grins back then swings his legs off the bed. He stands, only to wobble a bit and sit back down again, a dazed look on his face.

“Are you okay?” Scully asks, a hand reaching out to steady him even as he sits.

“Yeah,” Mulder answers blinking a few times. “I just stood up too soon.”

But she fingers are still brushing through his hair, feeling for the bump. Her eyes do their own searching too, for any cuts or bruises she might have missed the first time. She finds one on the side of his neck, closer to the back.

“Mulder, you’re cut,” she says.

His hands instinctively come up to his neck, feeling over the cut.

He shakes his head. “Just a scratch. Doesn’t hurt, honest.”

She takes his word for it, her own eyes confirming that it is just a scratch and shouldn’t cause too much harm.

“Any other dizziness? Nauseous?”

He shakes his head again. “Not anymore.”

She smiles, moving her hand from the back of his back to the front, brushing away a stray strand curling against his forehead. She loses herself in the motion, zoning out and not coming back until she hears her name.

“Scully?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m good. Really.”

She realises then how close they are. In her concern, she had threw herself over him, straddling him almost, becoming aware of how close their noses were to touching.

Her eyes move from were they are locked on his nose down to his mouth and maybe it’s the temperature of the room that has her brain all fuzzy and is clouding her judgement but his plump, pink lips have suddenly become the most enticing thing she’s ever saw.

And there’s no thought process, no last moments of lingering doubt in her mind as she drives right in, connecting her own lips with his.

There are no objections from him, either. He matches her pace quickly and efficiently, opening up when her tongue prods at his lower lip.

Her hands stay where are they, above his shoulders, but his begin to explore, stroking over her clothed hips before slipping and dipping inside her shirt.

His hands spur her on, feeling his fingertips slide up her stomach. She presses harder into the kiss, angling slightly so their noses don’t hit the other.

She’s unsure which of them moans, she thinks it’s her, as his hands come up to cup her breasts, finger circling her nipples through the fabric, clenching as she feels them harden.

And the lower half of her body begins to sought out his lower half. Everything below her is hard. A solid body of taunt muscles.

His hands have moved away from her breasts, something she finds herself missing, and they begin their descent back down, over her hips and round her back, resting on that space he’s always touching, the space that has become his. He pushes her body down, her centre coming into contact with his and upon touching, Mulder immediately starts to grind his hardness into her.

Their kiss broken a while ago, they’re still close but their lips aren’t touching anymore. Scully gives herself to the building pleasure of it all, feeling herself go up and up but it’s not enough, she needs more.

Her brow frowning, a frustrated plea exits her mouth.

“Mulder…please.”

Knowing what she needs, Mulder flips them, his hands coming to rest either side of her waist and he grinds harder into her, pushing her deeper and deeper into the mattress.

But Scully knows what she needs. She tries to grasp his button and fly which becomes a difficult thing when he’s still thrusting against her.

Finally, she manages to grab it and Mulder halts his movement when he realises what she’s doing. The first bit of questioning enters the space as he looks at her and with his eyes asking her if she’s sure if this is what wants.

And sure enough it is. The peak has been passed, her clit throbs with need, she needs.

He helps her free himself- shorts and boxers going, but this is a two-way dance and her clothes must go as well. Mulder takes it upon himself to sort that out, he unbuttons her own shorts and pulls them down, taking her underwear with it.

And if there was a time to be self-conscious, now wasn’t it. With both lower halves bared, Scully pulls him back to her, her lips claiming his once more. The kiss is a lot messier than before with no concern for noses this time as they bump against another. His tongue enters her mouth and Scully nips at it gently with her teeth before soothing it with her own tongue. This time Mulder moans, hand fumbling between their bodies to line himself up.

Scully lets out a gasp, breaking the kiss and her head falling back against the pillow  as he fills her, the slight sliver of pain as her walls stretch to accommodate him.

“Sorry,” he whispers an apologetic look across her face.

Scully smiles, shaking her head, urging him to move.

When he does, the pain makes way for pleasure. It’s slow and gentle, painfully so. She wants him harder and deeper, her fingers wrapping around the poles on the bedframe, giving herself leverage to speed up the thrusting.

Thankfully, Mulder is a quick learner and he quickly realises what she wants him to do. His own hands wrap around the poles, around her hands, holding her there, restraining her. At the thought, she feels an embarrassing amount of wetness gather, slickening them up even more as Mulder’s thrusts come harder and harder.

She’s moving up the bed, her head millimetres away from the frame and there’s just enough coherent thought left in Mulder to pick up the pillow and place it in between, least she bash her head.

Her legs wrap around his waist, ankles interlocking to keep them there. She climbs higher and higher, up and up until there’s nothing but that peak in sight, nothing but the feeling of Mulder about to rip her in half.

“Scully, I’m gonna…” Her brain in mush and before she can say or do anything his fingers are on her clit, circling, unrelenting ,without pattern but God she doesn’t care because it’s enough to peak that peak and fall right over the edge.

“No…No…” she says as she crests over, her body stiffening, fingers tightening around the pole.

“Yes…yes…” Mulder says, following quickly after her.

They relax. Mulder removes his hands and manages to fall to the side of her, refusing to squish her. Scully brings her own hands down, stiff and sore from being trapped for so long.

Her muscles aching, her body singing, she doesn’t care for the come that leaks out of her. Her eyes close.

“Let me clean you,” Mulder says. The bed rustles with his leaving but he returns just as quickly, she bearly feels the cloth touch her.

When he’s done, he lays next to her, a hand combing her hair out of the way before they wrap around her, tugging her closer to him.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.

They don’t speak about it. Not tomorrow, not the next week, not the next month. But it lingers with them, in their arguments and their touches. When he touches her back she is instantly reminded of that night, of that one moment in Arecibo.

- - - 

imma die. bye. 

[storybookprincess]

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