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ladycrocy · 2 months ago

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The Warlord Meeting - Part 2

Doflamingo x Crocodile

Summary: Crocodile is less than pleased to see Doflamingo still hasn't got over his little obsession at the Warlord meeting.

Content Warnings: Forced kiss, Unwanted advances, suggested dark themes, Minor gore, blood.

AO3

Word count: 2357

Unfortunately for Crocodile, he was part of the warlords of the sea. This meant that he could be called for a meeting whenever the Marines saw fit to inconvenience him. It was, however, a minor issue, seeing as they overlook all of his work in Alabasta. Got to love the world government. They truly only cared about their own agenda.

Who doesn't these days? Crocodile was ushered into the private meeting room were most of the other Warlords had already taken a seat. Boa, Jinbei... Doflamingo. A shiver corsed through the man's entire body. He had been dealing with this pink menace's desperate attempts to get his attention for the past few months.

After their first 'meeting' that ended in an unwanted dick pic, Doflamingo had then sent him gift after gift. The reptile constantly wondered what he had done to illicit such a response from this psycho. Jewelry, slaves, a new golden hook, and even a new baby bananawani. Aside from the baby, Crocodile had thrown the rest in the garbage. He had no need for trinkets and bobbles from a man like him.

Scanning the table, he did see that the most tolerable of the Warlords was there today. Thank fucking gods.. Crocodile stepped with deliberate heavy clicks of his heal to place himself next to Hawkeyes Mihawk. The man with little words which suited Crocodile just fine. "Hawkeyes.." The larger man greeted him with a small nod. Mihawk peered at him from the corner of his piercing eyes and gave a nod as well.

This wouldn't do for Doflamingo. How dare Crocodile speak to another man so plainly. The fact that his blood began to boil when he saw *HIS* repltile utter another man's name from his lips. Doffy considered himself a just man, and decided not to let jealously get the better of him this time.

With a smooth, almost floating movement, Doflamingo had repositionsed himself to sit on the table. His expensive cologne became more and more intoxicating the closer he slid to them. Though it didn't look like he was doing anything to move himself.

Doflamingo knew better than to start a fight with someone like Mihawk in the middle of a marine base, but he couldn't let Crocodile get away with such insults. His grin was now insane

as he leaned down to both of the other Warlords. Mihawk paying him little mind. "Wani... Baby.. You don't have to seek out smaller packages, I told you I would be gentle.~"

"I wasn't aware we were bedding together." Crocodile replied flattly. His words were pure sarcasm, but his face was stoic and unmoving.

They were both interrupted by Sengoku yelling at them. Doflamingo turned his head to give the Admiral a murderous aura now filling the air around him. Everyone was taking his precious Wani time away from him. However, he did as told for now. It was best to keep the marines in his pocket, then to break everything he had worked for. Doflamingo disrespectfully lays back onto the table to look up at the ceiling. His hand casually begins to caress Crocodile's golden hook with his fingertips. His other hand rested on his lower abdomen, teasing the waistband of his shorts. When he thought that Crocodile was looking, he even had his cock pulse for him.

Crocodile was doing his best to ignore the pink fluff, but it was impossible!

The sandman shoots daggers at Doflamingo. This hook wasn't some cute romantic gesture. It's slaughtered thousands, impaled hundreds, and poisoned many! She's a deadly weapon! ...It was time for Doflamingo to understand that.

Agitated, he can no longer remain docile. The golden limb is effortlessly raised, the point is facing downward, and he's now stabbing directly inside the other's palm. He pinned the flesh to the table before leaning inward. His words come in a quiet, sneer. Even if the meeting already was interrupted, he's trying to eep this particular conversation between themselves.

"Is this what you beg for, you cretin? I'll drag those pathetic organs from the pits of your stomach, yan eah up your throat, and have you shitting out that annouing mouth of yours. Quit.. touching.. me and leave me be!"

Doflamingo had spent his whole life in pain. One way or another, psychologically or physical. He honestly couldn't tell the difference much more. Love was pain. This was the only absolute. He didn't flinch or even react when Crocodile's hook went through Doflamingo's hand. His huge grin still so vibrant and not a chance it was ever going to fade.

He sat up and didn't even attempt to move his hand. Blood began to pour out of the open wound onto the table. "Oh, I wish you would, Wani. I wish you fucking would." He sounded even more crazed than usual. His voice low with a raspy hint. "But as you wish." He jerked his hand out from under Crocodile's hook, which only caused him to nearly sever his fingers from his hand. However, he took his other and began to sew his hand back to perfection.

Would this finally get the point across? Crocodile merely watched as the hook tore apart skin. He dragged the point through the table, smearing the blood, and showing off his sharp teeth at him. Who would ask for more suffering? More pain? Surely, Doflamingo must feel it. Yet he remains unbothered. He's insane. It's the only reasonable conclusion.

Sengoku was about to say something, but Doflamingo held up his finger and Sengoku stopped. Rubbing his temples as he often did with this particular Warlord. Without looking up from what he was doing, Doflamingo's grin faded and that sadistic tone came back. "Everyone is afraid of you, but me. Only I can help you. Only I can rip out your potential..." He held up his newly sewed up hand that looked just as good aside from the drying blood. "Youwont be able to slip through my fingers if I sew them shut." His laughter wsa much quieter, and he was just amused with his statement.

"But for now..." Doflamingo jumps and glides off of the table, and leaves the meeting room. While flicking them all off. "For now I will honor my Bride to be's wishes by not touching him, and leaving him alone." He then let out a growing laughter that echoed off the walls of the marine base as he left. He left many of the Marines wondering if he and Crocodile really were together. Of course that was teh first part of his plan. Get their names in everyone's mouth. Hell, he had even made sure to set up the paper to talk about them and their "Lover's quarrel."

"-bride?!" The word escaped from Crocodile's baffled mouth. It's too late now. Eyes were upon him and surely they were questioning what was going on between those two. Marriage..?

The entire meeting Crocodile felt the shame looming over him. It didn't stop when the meeting was over either. Now the reptile was on a warpath. He marches past the large dorrs as hushed rumors surrounded him. It doesn't matter, he doesn't care. He's seeing red. The gator was out to hun and his target was that pink bird!

It isn't hard to find him. He's far too loud and.. well, 10 feet tall after all.

The mighty warlord skips the pleasantries. His arm reaches up, the hook catching around Doflamingo's neck, and drags him downward. There's no actual harm done beside some manhandling. Doflamingo chuckles as he is dragged down and proclaims to the Marines he was just speaking with, "Ah excuse me, gentlemen. Mommy and Daddy need to talk~." The sandman leads the beast like a damn dog on a leash. The two end up in a quiet, private room. Somewhere just for the two of them. Doflamingo stayed silent. His grin still there on his smug face.

"What were you thinking saying such a horrendous thing? They'll believe we're starting a mutiny!" He expressed, shouting, and releasing the man's poor neck. Now he is just pointing the damned thing at him. Upset. Annoyed. Driven up a tree and set on fire. What a horrible day.

"Doflamingo, what is it that you want? You have sent me worthless gift after worthless gift for ages now. You have my undivided attention! Has sex rotten your brain so? Is there anything sane left inside your head?!" Crocodile had nearly lost it himself at this point.

Doffy let Crocodile manhandle him, his grin slowly started to fade to a small half smile. A smile of an exhausted man, almost normal.

He was silent for a little too long after Crocodile finished his questioning. His true feelings were always hidden behind those glasses so there was no way to tell what the other Warlord was thinking. When he finally did speak, his voice was low, calm, and colculated. He approached the angry gator, and got so lose that his hook pressed into his abdomen as he leaned down just a bit. Crocrodile did not welcome the new closeness, but would never back down. "My apologies, Crocodile. In my efforts to gain you as a business partner, I have found myself embarrassingly infatuated with you. If you find my gifts worthless, then I should respect you wishes and stop them."

Doflamingo let out a long sigh, and began to rub his temples with one hand briefly. "But know this.." He removed his hand from his face to stare directly at him. "Mutiny, is but a scratch on the surface of what I am willing to do for you."He stood back up to his full height and took a step back away from the man's hook. He wasn't at all like he was before. This was a side of Doflamingo that normally only his family gets to witness.

"What you call infatuation is what most would deem obsession." The warlord wasn't phased by this pink birds calm demeanor. He had already started to catch on to the many sides that Doffy had to offer. "Stop all the gifts.." Being a rich man himself, he had no need for these things. Money meant so little to a man of his stature.

"What I desire is only something you can fulfill. Isn't that grand?" Crocodile said with plain sarcasm, with which Doflamingo perked up a bit. "I know how hard you're working to impress me. I need one simple thing... And that's all our connections cut. Do not visit me, don't bother calling , and stay out of my way. The only time we need to meet is during Warlord business. Otherwise, that's the only thing you can do to keep me content, understand?"

If Doflamingo was boiling with rage it was hard to tell accept for the veins on his forehead tensing up. Crocodile had gone too far, but Doflamingo was not just going to leave without a little comensation. "Oh it is perfectly understandable. And lucky for you, I am a very patient man."

Doffy used his swiftness to come upon Crocodile and pin him to the wall. While pinning both of the man's arem above him, he pressed his muscular body into his. They could feel the heat between them now. Doffy's legs were slightly bent so that their crotches were at the same level. A pleased growl escaped his lips as he rocked his hips into Crocodile's once.

He leaned down to Crocodile's ear and spoe barely above a whisper in a seductive tone. "You wish is my command, but that will cost you.~" His long tongue slithered out of his growing grin as he trailed it across his jawline then to his lips. He paused, hovering, ghosting the other man's lips with his own as he spoke. "You.. are.. mine.." With that he pressed his lips to Crocodile's ina rough bruising kiss. Forcing his lips apart as his obscene tongue then explored the other man's mouth.

Crocodile had barely whispered out a protest before his eyes widened. How dare this lanky, disgusting bird poison his mouth in such a way. He bit down again and again.. hard. Until the color red adds to the disgusting assault.

Doflamingo broke away with a gasp and chuckled. Tongue still dangling, dripping blood. He knew that Crocodile would retaliate, but with all the emotion and sexual tension he put behind that kiss; Doflamingo knew that the sandman would be thinking of that kiss for a very long time.

It came to no surprise that Doflamingo was no longer grasping flesh, but sand now slipped through his fingers. Sand mixed with his own blood.

The sandman was so enraged he could barely comprehend any sentence. He snarled up at Doflamingo. Was this their game? Where he'd figure a way to kill the other? Make him suffer and beg at his feet for forgiveness? Knock him off godhood and become a peasant?

In a sick twisted way, that sounded like.. fun..

Crocodile spit out that bird'ss blood and saliva from his mouth loudly. He uses his hand to wipe across his lips before finally, he cracked a sinister grin. A small menacing smile.

"You will never be able to keep me." Crocodile was so confident in his words. He wouldn't be staying a moment longer. He became nothing but grains of sand and promptly left through the window.

The taste of his own blood sent shockwaves throughout Doflamingo's body. It ignited something deep inside of him he thought had died away. This man was just as much of a monster as he was and it excited him. It wasn't fear that Doflamingo felt, but it was almost close to it. The taste of sad stug his open wouldn on his tongue and he couldn't do anything but chuckle.

He turned to see Crocodile fading to sand, and Doflamingo swallowed the few grains left behind. It was his own sick defiance of keeping a piece of that reptile with him always. That man stirred up such emotions in Doffy he could hardly contain it. After Crocodile left, Doflamingo grinned even wider. "Maybe that is the point...~"

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

#one piece #donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo #toxic love #doffy #crocodile x doflamingo #sir crocodile #dofuwani #one piece fanfiction

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madhattersez · 2 years ago

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I finally got my hands on something I've been looking for (for a reasonable price) since I was just a lowly little level 12 hornball - A "Marvel Swimsuit Special!"

This is the second issue in the series (though the third book of its kind), and it was released in 1993 when... times were different.

The coolest thing about them (other than the totally radical '90s hunkeroos and baberinos in general) is the amount of really talented artists that submitted pieces - So many industry-leading folks putting their spin on the self-aware, low-brow, tongue-in-cheek project.

This first image was by Joe Jusko, a super popular cover artist at the time. I remember his Conan covers the most.

I'll eventually scan the whole thing in high quality, but for now, I'll take some preview pics to show you some of my favorite and/or goofiest pages:

Here is Domino, looking like we might need to race her to a Dermatology appointment. She's apparently tacky enough to wear a swimsuit with a domino print on it.

And check out Cable in the back - Sun's out, cyberbun out! He's ready to catch some waves on a totally-worth-the-money-and-production-time rocket-powered machine gun surfboard.

I really appreciate this artist's commitment to all the "Liefeld pouches" here. I hope they're waterproof, or all those Tic Tacs inside 'em are gonna get ruined. :(

Penciling by Chris Batista, ink by Hector Collazo, coloring by Mark McNaab.

Let's kick off the "after the jump" part properly with this glorious image of Pip. Because this is certainly what people bought this book for.

It just so happens that this fuzzy little asshole narrates the entire issue, so he's to blame for the inherently sexist captions on all the pictures.

Jesus Christ, he's got two big toes on each foot.

Pencilking by Darick Robertson, ink by Andrew Pepoy, coloring by Tom Smith.

I love me some Cloak and Dagger.

Tandy looks as gorgeous as ever. Surely she owns stock in boobie tape by now.

Tyrone, however, is getting so much sand stuck to him right now... I don't think he digs being used as a beach blanket. I'm... not even sure he's ever had to wash his cloak before today! Yikes. He's all like:

Penciling by Joe Madureira, ink by Terry Austin, and coloring by Gregory Wright.

I can't stop laughing at how much Thunderstrike looks exactly like the Genetic Freak, Big Poppa Pump Scott Steiner in this picture:

The work is entirely by Lou Harrison. It may not surprise you to learn he's also a Fantasy artist.

I've always had a thing for Silver Sable, and this page is just fantastic.

That being said, my favorite part is Sandman sitting there, looking like a dope, shaped like a sand castle. Which, while it seems silly, was probably the most challenging and detailed thing I've ever seen him do with his powers. Worth it for the shot, I suppose!

Line work and ink by Steven Butler, a favorite of mine. He did penciling for the "Silver Sable and the Wild Pack" series (which got me attached), but he's also known for designing the Scarlet Spider suit. Coloring by Gregory Wright.

If you thought I wasn't going to Morb out on this post, you were undead wrong.

Just look at that ridiculous batpackage. Also... Is he really serving a cape over a leather jacket, but with absolutely no pants? Damn, dude.

Penciling by Gary Barker, ink by Jimmy Palmiotti, coloring by Tom Smith.

I can spot Adam Hughes' work a mile away, wow. I guess I didn't realize he was doing work for Marvel this far back.

A fierce-as-ever, short-haired Natasha who looks like she got slammed so hard against a rocky wall that it cracked, got up, emptied out the rest of her clip, and still had enough time and energy to pose during a reload.

Black Widow, bay-bayyy. ♫

Oh my god, Ghost Rider is just so naughty. Wearing nothing but his birthday bones.

This scene just looks like it smells awful.

Artwork by Tristan Shane.

Shulkie in a metal bikini (function over fashion?), bursting out of the lava from an active volcano. You wanna talk "hot tub?" Sure, this gets a feature.

Penciling and ink by cover artist Steve Geiger, coloring by Paul... Mounts.

Deezamn, Bishop. Never seen guy looking so buff before.

Instead of just Bishop, this looks like Hank McCoy and Bishop had a child together. Does he have any other mode than "arm vein p-pop?"

Penciling by Dwayne Turner, ink by Mark Farmer, coloring by Gregory Wright.

Ah, one of the more famous '90s Psylocke images that wasn't done by Jim Lee.

This centerfold was used in lots of comic store ads for several years after this issue came out. I remember seeing posters in the shops themselves. Trading cards of this picture are one of the most costly to collect.

It's beautiful, and the colors/lighting/shading are all fantastic.

Penciling and ink by the wonderful Art Thibert, creator of the Raft max security prison and inker of some of the most iconic X-title covers.

Coloring by Paul Mounts, who did the coloring in hundreds and hundreds of just Marvel comics alone - I didn't mention that earlier because I was snickering at his name earlier in the She-Hulk feature. My bad.

Well, this wouldn't be Tumblr without a cat picture, yeah? Or a catgirl picture, I suppose.

This is the most adorable scene in the book. Just Tigra innocently taking a cuddle nap with some... um... wow, I don't know what the fuck those things are. Snuggle up anyway!

Penciling and ink by Amanda Conner, coloring by Gregory Wright.

Huh. Of all the characters in this book, I really didn't expect to see Dr. Cooper... Either which way, the swimsuit under the detective get-up is pretty choice, honestly.

This is, of course, another Adam Hughes line art joint. Ink by Mark Farmer, coloring by Gregory Wright (who did a lot of these, huh?).

What's this? A parody ad that you'd more expect to see in an issue of "What The--?!" that only '80s kids will understand? Yup, totally.

This was in the back of the book and doesn't fit the theme at all, but it gets a mention because of the weird inclusion and also to stall time until I had the final image ready, because I needed time to prepare...

THIS.

This is the one.

How could I not end this little "show and tell" without this beauty right here?

Here, we have remorseless killer Frank Castle flexing his best end-of-catwalk pose in front of a... wrestling match between a bunch of lady demon dinosaurs battling... for his affection? To tip him American cash? Or maybe all those hearts come from their love of beating each other up? I'm not here to judge.

And then there's a sign for 75 cent hotdogs, but it's been covered with another sign for... $20 tooth brushes? What in the shit is going on here?

There is one thing I do know, though. The artist wants you to think that The Punisher has at least $2.75 worth of hotdog under that massive crotch skull.

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notyoursterotypicalnerd · 8 months ago

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In my instagram stories (and reposted onto my twitter) I put up a piece about Henry Cavill's pregnancy announcement.

Don't get me wrong, I'm exicted to hear that his going to be a dad, as well as happy for him. Like, any fan just wants a celeb they like to be happy..right??

But the past 48hours-ish have proven a few things..

a few days ago, when I went to tag HC in a post. Noticed he had blocked people from tagging him. So, that looked like he (or someone in team) had planned to stop being tagged in unnecessary hate before the pregnancy announcement. Unfortunately Natalie is now bombarded with posts about HC instead.

Announcing the pregnancy via a pap walk is very weird. It doesn't feel like him. I know that realistically celebrities have NO RIGHT to show us their personal lives but when does HC ever announce anything with paparazzi around? He normally chucks news up on instagram. So, why wasn't a quick pic posted with "FYI life's changing"..kinda post? Also don't know about you BUT having Natalie be unprotected for a quick second while he gets in car while security helps her is just a odd move publicly. No,i'm not anti-Natalie. I just think something about a pap walk and not staying with her until she gets into the car is just an odd thing for him.

i pray for the sake of Natalie and Henry that they don't publicly post any details about the pregnancy/ or birth EVER. Like for their sake and mental state, they don't need fans twisting unnecessary hate.

Speaking on NO social media. I pray to god that baby never gets any public social media, let alone is thrusted into the public eye. In the past few days all i've seen is negativity and my god, that baby did nothing to any of you. Hell it's still in the womb. Why are you mad at a baby? Why are you wishing something bad happens?

HC has had a huge spike in his career since Witcher and has pretty much been saturated in the public eye since than. Having a baby is no easy task. Sure, he has money to afford nannies etc.. but like man, it's his first baby. I'd hate to hear that due to work he was away from the pregnancy and not being able to process the scans, gender reveal etc.. I'd hate to hear that due to work that he missed the birth. I get a pregnancy birth isn't ever a man's favourite thing to see BUT like..you still hold her hand, right? I'd hate to hear that due to work that he missed the baby's first while it grew up. Anyone whose got kids know how fast life can get with them. One minute their in the womb, next their 12 than 18 and all of a sudden 21. Where'd the time go? Anyway.. Like I said, I'm happy for them both and wish Henry and Natalie a huge congrats.

#Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill baby #natalie viscuso

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secretaccountlol · 2 years ago

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“Photos are the window to the soul”

Dude, I haven’t posted in so long I forgot how to even Format my writing.

I apologize for my hiatus I hit a bad artblock, but I dug up a old wip I felt like y’all would like, since I’ve influx of this trope coming in the Peter fics lately it’s a lil short though (I wanted to make it longer but couldn’t get anything to stick) but I hope it still satisfies you.

18+ no minors please!!

Insecure? Reader x Peter!

Cw: photo taking during sexy time (consent given), brief talk of voyeurism (Peter lil stalker habits) , spanking, sir kink, talks of body image hating, insecurities etc. as always typos probably

Uhm enjoy! (If you did please repost or comment)

“Peter, please” Your hands shield your face from his camera as he tries to dodge around to get a peak of your face through the slivers of space between your fingers. This was a daily occurrence, Peter taking pictures of you, well trying to at least, it wasn’t like you hated it, more like you hated yourself. Okay, Hated was extreme but you weren’t fond of looking at pictures of yourself. Something about it made you feel so strange about yourself; it was like you could see every insecurity multiplied by 10, which is a bad combo when one, your boyfriend literally works at the daily bugle, and two, loves taking photos of you.

“Baby, please. I need a new pic of you!” Your doe-eyed boyfriend pouted as his camera dropped to his side, as you giggled. “Oh for your stash?” you rubbed your nose as a panicked look swarmed Peter’s face. “I- what? No. I don’t have a stash-? I mean unless having pictures of your girlfriends is weird, I mean I don’t think it’s weird! Hahah-“ Peter rambled as you stared at him Incredulous. “Peter, it's okay I know you have a drawer full of pictures of me already. Including those stalker pictures, you took of me while you were being the masked vigilante, Spi-” you stop leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Spiderman.” you grin as you study his flustered face, you weren't often confident but when you were it drove him crazy, you could see the gears in peter’s head twist and bend trying to decide what he could quip next. “I- well. Uhm..w-” Peter’s words stumbled out as his breath hitched.

“It's okay, I thought it was hot.” you shrugged. “Plus not like we weren't dating already, you were just following to protect me, right?” you kiss his cheek as he nodded, you chortle. “You okay there, Parker? Cat got your tongue?” you tap his chin, waking him up from his shocked state.

“God, You- man I love you.” Peter’s hands wrap around your waist. “You just made me… So horny.” you could see his eyes dilate as they scanned your countenance. “Can..I-?” His hands shift, sliding you closer to him.

You grinned again, “Peter, Of course.” Peter’s lips push onto yours in a sweet kiss.

“Hey! Consent is desirable baby, haven't you heard?” Peter's eyes crinkled in delight as you smile. He tilted his head,

“Bedroom?”

“Bedroom.”

You both skip to the bedroom hand in hand.

—-

“Peter” you huff as his hands play with the hem of your shirt. “Mm, tell me baby, do you like this shirt?” Peter's voice was steady as his eyes looked at yours with desire. Your pants have already been discarded somewhere, “I can do without it” you smirk, his hands instantly rip through your shirt earning a gasp. “Mm, black lace? My favorite. You planned this didn’t you minx” you laugh at his comment. “Mm, I did, didn’t I?” You kick your feet, blushing, your confidence was wearing off as you covered your chest, looking away.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Peter's hands held your arms gently as he tried to look you in the eyes.

“I-uhm nothing. It’s nothing, just a little insecure.” Your voice was light as Peter frown took shape. “I- still wanna have sex, Pete.” You glance at him as he gently kisses your forehead.

“Okay, lay down for me, love.” you obey his command , moving around trying to get comfy as Peter removes his clothing. “You're gorgeous, y’know?” you stare at his back, tracing the scars with your eyes. “I'm serious, babe. I love you, your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your personality, and your body. Everything.” his eyes met yours with passion, you could feel yourself tearing up.

You mumbled his name as he gently tenderly kissed you, throwing his leg over your sides, your eyes close

taut as you take in his breath. “I’m gonna make sure you know by the end of this, sweetheart.” His voice against your lips made you shiver as you heard a camera click and your eyes flew open. “Peter?” your boyfriend stood tall over you as he checked his camera beaming at the picture. “You look radiant, baby.” he turns the camera so you can look at yourself but you instantly shut your eyes again, you hear Peter groan. “I-i don't wanna see, Pete!”

“Why not?”

“Bec-”

“Because what!”

“Because I feel ugly!”

There's a pause before you open your eyes to peek at him, his ocher eyes were full of heartache. “Baby.”

“It- I.. Just when I look at myself in pictures I just feel like you can see every little imperfection I have..” you pause again

“I’m sorry, I- ruined the mood. “ you lift yourself up before Peter presses you back down.

“No, you didn't. In fact, I have an idea, Do you trust me?”

“Of course, I trust you, Parker.”

“Good, cus we’re gonna do some exposure therapy”

Before you could doubt him, another snap of his camera. “Haha, you look too cute in this one.”

His smile made you grin wide, as you uttered his name. His free hand traveled down to your chest, groping your breast softly, your eyes fluttered, another click. “I'm glad I finally get to immortalize this beautiful body.” you groan. “Peter, please I'm no-” a smack cuts the air as you gasp as your ass stings.

“Talk shit bout yourself again and you'll get another spanking. Understand?” The sternness in his voice caught you off guard as you nod. You and Peter weren't new to trying new stuff in the bedroom, but this is the first time you’ve actually roleplayed, you bit your lip in eagerness.

“Y-yes sir, sorry sir.” you tilt your head down in fake shame. “T-teach me how to..love myself sir...” Your hands glide against his chest, as you try to sit up again, Peter’s hands shove you down again. “Mm, you're stubborn, baby. Course I'll help ya, but you have to be a good girl and stay put, okay?” Peter’s voice infected your brain with a ripple of pleasure as you nod eagerly.

“Yes sir.” His eyes connected to yours, with fire his lip bitten in anticipation. His eyes finally tear away from you as he grabs his phone from the bedside table.

“Do you know what this is, sweetheart?” his head tilted in question. You nod, “Yes, it’s a phone, sir.” You look at the phone curiously before staring at Peter.

“Good girl, so smart. Now, you know what phones do right? They take pictures and videos.” Peter’s eyes hang low as your eyebrows knit in concentration.

“You see, I don't always have my camera with me. This means I can't always see the pictures I've taken of you. Get it?” he lets the cold corner of the phone glide on your skin, tracing the curves of your breast. “So, I'm thinking I should take more..pictures, for the road. Would you like that, darling?” You smile as you see his tongue peek out behind his teeth.

“Yes, yes I would sir.” You chuckled, “Please, sir is my father’s name, Call me spiderman.” You and Peter shared a mischievous smirk. “Mm, okay Spidey. My boyfriend probably won't like knowing you have pictures of me on your phone.” Your head tilted, taunting him.

“Oh? But he doesn't have to know, does he?” Peter’s hands grip your chin gently. “Plus I'm sure he doesn't mind sharing.” you nod at his statement before Peter bends down to capture your lips. His hand travels down to your panties, snapping the waistband making you giggle. His fingers pick at your lacey panties before

Plunging his hands into your panties, circling your clit as you whine into his mouth.

“I love hearin’ you..' ' his freehand effortlessly pulls down your panties as the other makes long strides up and down your slit, the noises you make were pornographic, you use to be embarrassed, and sometimes still are to moan but Peter snubbed that out a long time ago.

“Oh, I’ve gotta get this on video.” Your eyes watch as Peter fiddled with his phone before his bright flash blinded you for a second before you could make out his shit-eating grin as your face felt hot. “Sorry about the flashbang, darling. But I gotta make sure I can see that pretty Lil face on camera, right?” his other hand tilts your chin towards the camera before panning down your body, making you shiver. “God, just.. So wonderful. Your boyfriend is a lucky man, y’know?” Peter’s thumb stroked your clit as he spoke, “N-no I'm a lucky..wom-!” you buck up, groaning as his fingers slide into your hole without warning.

“Pete-ah!.” Peter tsked, slapping your clit making you jolt, “It’s Spider-Man, remember?” He tapped your lips softly before he slid down to your pussy.

“Now look.at.this..You’re so wet. All for me?” His fingers found your hole once again.

“Yes! Yes! Mm all for you, Spider-Man!” You cover your eyes as you see the light flash on your bare pussy. “Your cunt makes so many pretty noises, I hope they show up on video.” Peter's voice breaks the silence, “I wanna hear more pretty sounds from someone else, though.” Your eyes close tight as you feel his breath on your neck.

“Come on, pretty baby, let it out.” His fingers pick up speed as you feel the warmth of the flash on your face as it contorts in pleasure. “Spider- I’m- I can’t..” your breath quickens as your back arches, “Oh-! I-im..!” Your hand grabs his wrist, his fingers curl into you, you whimper, your eyes close as you throw your head as you cum.

Your breaths are shallow as you come down from your high. Peter’s kisses bruise your skin as you groan, “Mmm-, that was … good.”

“Just good? Spider-Man doesn’t do just good, babe.” you giggle as you watch Pete’s eyes furrow in fake anger, “Perhaps you can show me how great, amazing, or even Spectacular you are then, hm?”

You laugh as Peter pulls you into another kiss.

#tasm!peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker x you #peter parker fic #peter parker oneshot #tasm andrew garfield #mcu!peter smut #mcu!peter x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #spiderman x you #spider man x reader

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5mind · 9 months ago

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Even without the need for absolute secrecy when it came to their secondary hideout, it was still uncommon for Fivemind to have anyone over. So when Chirptune heard voices that did not belong to any of the squadron bots from inside the shoddy little space, she just had to stop by.

Inside the repurpose maintenance room of the unfinished subway tunnel were two teenagers and the yellow ranger of the mechanical squadron. Chirptune recognised the teens, of course. The two of them frequently helped the mechanical squadron out with setting up hero shows. Also one of them was Bayfloat's resident magical girl. Dreamy Cloud Yadanar wasn't in her poofy cloud-inspired get up though, she's in a comfy hoodie and denim shorts. Next to her sat her twin sister, Thandar.

Both girls and Yellow Three were hunched in front of a sticker-covered laptop. Chirptune landed on Yellow's shoulder.

"Whatcha looking at?"

"Some youtuber." Yadanar answered. "He thinks he's got you guys all figured out."

"He's been making some real good points though." Thandar moves the cursor to display the title of the video - [ THE MECHANICAL SQUADRON'S SECRET || WHY WE SHOULD BE WORRIED - PART 1 ]

"No he isn't," Yellow Three interjected. "You know we aren't aliens."

"I mean, aside from that."

The little bar at the bottom of the video indicated that they were 20 minutes into the video essay.

20 minutes out of 2 solid hours.

The guy behind the channel weave05 was a scrawny young man, probably some college student with too much time on his hands. He was talking very excitedly and very fast. Yadanar and Chirptune both mentally deduct 10 points for presentation. Behind the man was an honest-to-god pinboard with thread in multiple colours crisscrossing each other in an convulated web of coincidences mistaken for causation. He actually had some good photos up there though - shots of Yellow Three at his part-time job, blurs of Pink circled in red marker, Red One in action, and so on. Hell, he even has a pic of Antares who was somehow caught in that one bigfoot footage pose.

"Y'know you guys should sue him for defamation or something," Yadanar commented as the video essay started going off tangent into suicide cases around Basalt and Bayfloat. The guy on the screen was very convinced this particular suicide case was actually a murder.

Thandar scoffed, "With what lawyer?"

"I dunno, I'm just saying."

"Chirptune could be a lawyer!" The bird was already starting to get bored with the video. "Chirptune has played Ace Attorney."

"Ooooh, which one?" Yadanar was also starting to get bored with the video.

"Hey," Yellow Three spoke up. "How did he get that footage?"

The video seemed to have swung back on topic, now displaying footage of the mechanical squadron's red ranger inside a cave. Must have been taken a couple weeks ago when Red One took shelter from rain in one of the natural caves on the outskirts of Bayfloat.

"Probably with a drone," Thandar offered.

"Red One would have noticed," the yellow unit countered. "We are aware of most models currently in the market."

"Maybe it's a super new one?"

"Maybe." Yellow Three placed a hand on his chin - a learned gesture. "Not a flying drone."

"Huh? You can tell?"

"Camera moves too wrong for a flier." Fivemind was actually more focused on the visuals of the video than what the theorist was saying. This fucker had been spying on them. But to what extent? "It's terrestial."

"Uh huh..." Thandar on the other hand was actually listening to whatever the hell the theorist was cooking (someone get this man out of the kitchen). They were getting to the good parts.

The video was barely halfway through. The theorist got up on a stool to dettach the pinboard from the wall. He then replaced it with an even more convulated looking pinboard.

Yadanar and Chirptune had long disengaged from all this, they're just talking about videogames now. Thandar's eyes widened with interest. Yellow Three leaned in closer to the screen trying to scan every photo on that pinboard at once.

And now for the next 73 minutes of part 1 of a 9 part , and ongoing, series.

#[ fivelog ]#[ encounter : dreamy cloud ]#[ encounter : thandar ]#[ encounter : some fucking youtuber ]#[ ic : chirptune ]#[ ic : unit yellow three ]

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stevenbasic · 2 years ago

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GITJ Post 300: A Monday After, p2

“We’re going to need allll the gory details,” Randi had said, making my heart stop there, for a second. Jesus, good, I realized, she wasn’t talking to me. M had been telling us about - alllllll about - how she spent her Sunday with him: ‘Painting’: suuuuure.

“…and Omigod girls,” Melissa was saying, adjusting her hair so the cameras could get a scan of her long neck and throat, “you should have seen the way his eyes popped out when I flexed up my muscles.” She was recalling her afternoon yesterday with him. “He could hardly talk..!”

"And what's the problem?” Randi laughed back, "It sure sounds like you got his attention. I say go for more. When are we going back to the gym together?”

“Oh god I haha honestly can’t wait. I was there this morning, going back tonight,” Melissa laughed back, “and I can’t wait to be with him again either…”

So we were here, Monday morning, at this shoot for the sculptor; I still can’t believe how insane the new office’s entryway is going to be. M was in the dress they got for her, Randi doing pics herself for social media while the other cameras took measurements. Melissa was recounting - giving Randi the ‘gory details’ - what the two of them did yesterday. We all knew it, and knew exactly how many times. Some of the girls had been at the rally while I’d been doing - as much as I could - damage control for whatever the hell happened to me on Saturday night…speaking of ‘gory details’. Blood is so hard to get out of lace. And it was all I could do to control myself and not jump out the window and go hunt again when the new surges came that afternoon. I'm actually kinda freakin’ out. Do I tell anyone? That I think I might be the one the police are looking for? Maybe I should wait ‘til after the election tomorrow. Things are sure to get weird anyway and maybe this sort of thing won’t haha be as big a deal. I actually kinda liked the news story I saw from that one place. ‘Harpy’ has kind of a nice ring to it lololol…

“Hey so anyway, Randi,” I said, taking her aside as M began posing again for figure measurements across the room with the photographer, who was now using some sort of laser, “We have to talk about these emails he’s been getting. This Anderson guy sounds like he’s on the run, now he wants J to join him.”

“Marisela, seriously,” Randi replied, “King Twerp’s not going anywhere…” She nodded over at M, who cut a striking figure under the studio lights, posing, arms high above her head. Whenever I thought maybe I was getting too big, too busty, I only had to look at Melissa. The woman’s body was becoming absolutely insane. “Look what he’s got waiting for him at home here…”

Christ she’s a goddess.

“But, uh should we tell Melissa about this?”

“Mmm maybe not…” Randi answered me, “you know how she gets.”

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phenomenal1500 · 2 years ago

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~Experiences With A God~

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A/N: This one shot was requested by Sp44wn on AO3. Thank you for the request! ♥️

Summary: Natasha is send to retrieve information about Jane's former life with a god, but Jane isn't going to talk so soon.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Jane Foster Warning: Light Smut, Fingering.

Jane was busy studying astronomical anomalies like astronomical gateways by herself around the evening time. She never got any rest really. She was one of the world's leading astrophysicists, the world's top astronomer, the creator of the Foster Theory, as well as one of the premiere experts on Asgard so of course she had to stay busy. As she unlocked her computer to add the new information she discovered to her secret files, she could hear a knock on her front door and Jane slowly got up, hesitant whether to open up or leave it be and act as if she wasn't home. 'Who would visit her around this time?'

After thinking for a bit, she carefully opened the door a little only to see a too familiar red-head standing in front of her.

"Hello? Can I help you?" She furrowed her brows, not knowing how Natasha found her apartment after she moved, but of course she was a spy/assassin as well as an Avenger so at the same time it didn't surprise her that much.

"You can actually. May I come in?" She placed her hand on her hip, staring at Jane with a look that got her feeling pretty warm inside.

"Uh, I prefer not to let you in." She started to close the door politely again, but Nat pushed her black heel between the small opening and let herself in.

"Thank you, Jane." She gave her a kind smile and started to look around, eyes scanning the apartment carefully. "So~ S.H.I.E.L.D send me." She opened the laptop and logged in easily, stunning Jane.

"What do they want this time? I followed all the rules they bound to my research." Jane shrugged and closed the door to keep unwanted outsiders out.

"It's not something you did recently. They want me to collect information about your experiences as a lover of a god. They're curious how you and Thor got in contact and how you were able to endure him during some specific times." She made some pictures of the photos she found on Jane's laptop of the period Thor and Jane were still together.

"I'm not saying anything. If you want to know anything, go beg for explanations from Thor. I'm not talking about him and me anymore."

"Because you still love him and he left you behind?" She leaned against her desk in a seducing way and bit her lip. "That's what happened, I know." She smiled, stepping aside to show her a pic of her and Thor laying in bed together. "You miss him."

"I don't want to talk about it." She stated and closed her laptop, leaning over Nat to do so.

"No?" She whispered into her ear and flipped their places, trapping Jane's body against her desk. "But I can't leave until I get what I need~."

"Well.... I'm.... I'm sorry but I won't give it to you." Jane tripped over her words a little as she felt Nat's hot breath gliding over her soft plump lips before Nat was suddenly kissing Jane deeply, sliding her tongue into her mouth to control her kiss. She only did it to cause a distraction though as she creeped her hand into the brunette's pants and panties, her other hand holding onto her hip firmly. "What are you doing?" Jane whispered against her lips, not struggling however.

Secretly this was all she wanted.

"Giving you what you need in return for what I need." Nat's slender but skilled fingers circled around Jane's clit slowly, feeling that her pussy was already soaked and her whole body was jerking and shaking as she clung to the spy.

'She clearly needed some relief', Nat thought.

"Fuck." She moaned and covered her mouth to 'hide' the fact she felt amazing and relaxed. "This won't~ wont work. Trust me."

"I think it's working pretty effectively." She nibbled on her earlobe and Jane began to blush. She had never been pleased by a woman before. "Now listen to me carefully~ I won't let you cum until you tell me everything about your relationship with Thor, am I clear?" She put on her stern voice.

"But~ that's not fair." Jane panted, powerless to stop her.

"Is it now? I feel like it's a fair deal." She started to record the conversation to make sure everything that was going to be revealed was on tape for S.H.I.E.L.D.

"I~ oh god." Jane was on the point of cumming already, but Nat stopped her fingers working her clit right on time. "Why'd you stop....?"

"Tell me what I want to know and I will continue." Nat repeated again and Jane slowly began to tell her everything she needed to know about Thor and her, including all the sex and how she endured it, just to feel the pleasure again, relaxing as she felt Nat's fingers sliding inside her tight neglected pussy. "That's it, go on." Nat encouraged her and massaged her spot gently and deep.

"That's~ that's all." Jane whispered softly when she had told the spy everything, just wanting to cum on her fingers.

"Good girl. Now go on. Give in." She kissed her again and felt Jane's pussy clench around her fingers immediately, cumming around them hard like she had never cum before and this was her first time ever. "Thank you for cooperating." Nat winked and stopped recording their voices, leaving the woman panting against her desk, soaked, as she left.

#natasha romanoff #jane foster #light smut #natasha romanoff x jane foster #marvel

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messedupessy · 6 years ago

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I present for you a challenge! Talk to me about Atypical Seaswap Pap, please. (Or you can do Edge. Either would be lovely. But I need some Atypical Seaswap stuff for reasons.)

Ohh damn kit this is a challenge rekjgkjegjke and I know this is meant to be as in the ask thingie I was doing the other day but I’m skipping that ask format as it will just get in the way of things grekjgkjege 👀 tho u could just have messaged me privately tho I don’t mind bless ekjgknejge

But first a little bit of explanation so ppl who see this can understand stuff, so Kit here got this really amazing af fic called Atypical which you can find the first part HERE, its a very awesome and amazing papcest fic with bunch of the boys as different mythical creatures living together in a mansion in the woods etc with lots of angst and drama happening but also like really sweet fluffy stuff which if you a fan of papcest should really check out, check out her writing overall bc god it’s amazing af and I literally binged Atypical when i began reading it I think I ended up been up to 4 am bc I got so into it

And I got so into it and got ideas myself that I ended up making a version of Boney to fit into the fic because I just love and adore the whole fic and universe so much that I couldn’t help it UwU ❤ but here are some facts and info about him aye

Boney in this au, I guess it is an au, is a Näck, aka a Swedish water sprite/nixies/Necks who is one of our more famous mythological creatures, known mostly to be beautiful naked men sitting and playing violins and other instruments in rivers where they trick ppl to drown and so on there lots more to Näcks but can’t be bothered, as I wanna get into more personality stuff ye

Original Boney and Atypical Boney are of course very alike still as they are still the same person but there are many things that differs the two due for different circumstances, like the fact original Boney is just a cursed human while atypical Boney is a Näck and always been one etc

Anyway getting sidetracked, Atypical Boney is of course still very flirty, still very like chill and jokey and stuff, but he is not as good when it comes to social stuff like original Boney is, he isn’t as good at reading ppl and so on due for just not been around ppl properly for many, many years.

Ok I will shorten their names to OB for original Boney and AB for Atypical Boney bc writing out their full names is driving me mad. Also this is getting long so putting this under a cut.

AB unlike OB is not afraid to get dirty or to get his outfit ruined, he is after all a kind of like nature spirit give or take and getting his feet covered in mud and jump into rivers still clothed is what he do, he loves nature unlike OB who is much more of a city boy and srs hates getting dirty.

AB just like OB is very social, loves been around other ppl and like party give or take, tho AB hasn’t done so for many many years due for his like self imposed exile kind of thing he had going, and the fact he literally hated human men for a very long time, which in like more future like time he has gotten much better at and is enjoying.

AB is very curious and questions allot of things, as due for his so called exile so have he missed allot of what has been going on outside his home so he is very outdated on tech and other things, and he rly wants to learn about these things.

Both AB and OB are really into jewelry and lace, tho AB is more into silvery things while OB is more into gold. AB also really likes jewelry with flower motifs and stuff.

AB just like OB is pretty flamboyant, a bit dramatic which is mostly just for fun, though AB is a bit more mhhh… openly emotional I guess? like OB knows how to properly lie and keep things more properly to himself, AB on the other hand is not as good to keep what he thinks and feels to himself, it shows more on his face etc

They are both very sad and guilt-ridden boys though, OB feeling guilt over getting tricked and getting his bro killed and cursed, AB over also getting tricked and getting his brother killed proper and then failing in getting revenge due for not knowing humans do not live as long as him etc.

Which have made both of them pretty mistrustful towards others at first, OB is much better at hiding that mistrustfulness while AB is not as good its more easier to see when he don’t trust ya.

Both of them are really into drinking wine and are both sad drunks if they drink too much, tho AB is a bit more hesitant to drink than OB is due for wine been involved in the incident that cost his brother his life.

AB loves music, loves to dance and play his violin or flute, he would really enjoy like festivals where there is allot of dancing and music and just having a good time.

AB is very knowledge hungry, he loves reading and learning since he has missed out on allot of things and he don’t like not knowing about things. Tho he is a sucker for really trashy romance novels.

AB got no shame at all and would walk around naked unless ppl didn’t insist he should wear clothing which he don’t get at all, except for the fact he looks really good in it and it makes him feel pretty, but otherwise no. OB too don’t have any shame but knows why he should wear clothes he isn’t a barbarian after all etc pft.

Both OB and AB are very romantic, they love that romantic af stuff allot, and both are afraid of experiencing it as they both are afraid to get used again, only difference here is that AB gets over that fear much easier and also ends up not been afraid of having sexual encounters with no romance involved which OB is unable to do.

Both of them are very cuddly and loves to just lay down and cuddle and chill in some sunny spot with a good book and someone to rest against, also like to sit and talk about everything and anything.

AB is a bit more clingy and not the best with other ppl’s personal space, he is learning tho. and AB also has trouble understanding humans and their stuff they got going as he is after all a mythical creature but he is very curious about them, even tho its a bit hampered i think the word is due for the whole incident and his many years of hating human men.

and I feel I have written hella lot now while also been unsure if I like how it turned out so this will do for now ye, hope ya enjoy kit UwU ❤ this was fun af ye

#atypical #papcest #seaswap #MessedUpEssy #atypical boney #seaswap papyrus #Essy Answers #Essy's Undertale Headcanons #ask thingie thing #darn this was fun tho #bc i srs needed to get to work on atypical boney a bit more personality wise ye #god i still need to scan in the pics i got of him #maybe tomorrow or something #bc i really like him #he and boney are so alike bc ofc they are they are the same person #just that AB is a mythical creature while OB is a former human now turned cursed skeleton ye #darn i really got carried away here tho pfftt #but hey its what i do aye

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sweetnsour1 · 2 years ago

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12:18

Fluff, Bakugou x g/n reader

Happy Halloween🖤

“Y/n…I don’t think he’s gonna’ pop out of the fridge.” You blinked away the heavy glare from your face, wondering how long you had been making the beer sweat as you reached for a cold one.

“Hmm…no idea who you’re talking about.”

“Oh really?” Her words were half sung, carrying the unmistakable melody of you’re-a-fucking-liar.

You stayed silent, feeling relieved when Mina dropped it. She was more interested in spinning around the kitchen in search of a bottle opener. You leaned back, careful to not dent the papier-mâché gauntlets you were sporting. The counter would’ve dug into the small of your back if the thick belt of your costume were placed any lower. You looked down the orange and black covering your body.

“Will you stop makin’ faces? Although….it does kinda complete the look.” You took a sip of your beer in reply, laughing when she finally realized they were twist off caps.

“This was such a dumb idea.”

“Hey! It was my super cute idea. Everyone else is having fun wearing each other’s OG hero costumes.” You felt a pull on your mask, turning to glare at the pink finger that had flicked the explosive accessories attached to them. “You’re just mad you had to dress as him.” She booped your nose, preemptively transitioning your glare to a laugh.

“Ugh, sorry. This costume just turns me into such an asshole.”

“Hmm, maybe that’s true for Bakugou too.”

“Nah, he’s still an asshole eight costumes later.”

“You keepin’ track, huh?”

“Oh, shut up. It came up when I had to search for pics of this stupid thing.”

“I see. So how many hours did you spend staring at pictures of the man you allegedly hate?”

“Oh my god. You’re impossible.” You waited for your laughter to stop before taking another long drink. “I don’t hate Bakugou. I just said he’s an asshole.”

“I think you like him.” Mina danced out of the way, dodging most of the beer you accidentally sprayed her way.

“The fuck? That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard.”

“Man, you really do sound just like him.” She was faster this time as she leapt out of your gauntlets reach.

“You are such a brat…raccoon eyes.” You stuck out your tongue, but followed her out of the kitchen.

She didn’t understand. Mina was lucky, she’d gotten Red Riot in the blind draw. She had just dug through Kirishima’s closet and was now wearing most of his original costume. You, on the other hand, wouldn’t be caught dead asking Dynamight for a fucking favor. Although, you had regretted the time you’d spent looking at stupid fan pages after work, trying to find any content showing his high school hero work. The quantity hadn’t really been an issue, but the quality was…unexpected?

You hadn’t meant to land on so many sites thirsting after the man that pissed you off every day. You hadn’t even known until a couple weeks ago, how many people would kill to be in the Bakugou proximity you were forced into daily. They would love to be shouldered away from the coffee pot as he stomped through the break room, lecturing you about being a sleep deprived idiot. They’d find a deeper reason for why he was such a condescending prick when you forgot to put something in your report…or why he even felt the need to check your reports in the fucking first place. He wasn’t even your superior…much less your boss. They would have spent the last week wondering what it would be like to kiss him every time his lips parted into that annoying shitty smirk of his. But you…you’d never think those things.

You drained your beer, almost knocking yourself in the face with your costume when you swiped the back of your hand across your lips. You wouldn’t let yourself think those things. That’d be too…you grabbed another drink from the bucket of ice on the table. Mina was so wrong, and you knew exactly how to prove it.

“Hey, so that American guy we borrowed got Deku in the draw right?” You scanned the room, quickly spotting the bright green ears.

“Yea, but he-“ She smiled when she caught onto your line of sight. “Why? You think he looks good in it?” You rolled your eyes, passing her your drink.

“I don’t know if anyone looks good in a bright green rabbit onesie, but I’ll go check.”

You tried not to get distracted while you crossed the room, but Mina’s party idea had been really fucking cute. It was fun seeing everyone dressed as everyone. You only nodded to anyone trying to catch your attention. You were on a mission. And yet, you couldn’t stop thinking of the report you’d submitted today. The one Bakugou hadn’t read because he had left early. It was stupid. You were angry every time he showed up in your doorway with a report he hadn’t been given. And yet, you were even angrier today when he hadn’t. Maybe those fans online would know…have a headcanon. You frowned, stomping the rest of the way to the Deku two heads taller than you were.

The American hero looked like he might’ve gotten carried away with the thickness of the boots or something. You didn’t remember him being so fucking tall. You noticed his mask was down as the beer fell back to his side. Perfect…just go for it. It was a party, right? You tapped the green back of the costume, feeling a twinge of jealousy at how much more soft and comfortable it seemed compared to yours. When he turned, you grabbed the front, tugging him down to meet your lips. Take that, Mina. Someone who liked Bakugou wouldn’t have done that. You squirmed when a heavy hand on the back of your head kept you from pulling away. You finally broke free from him.

“The fuck are you-“ Red eyes silenced you. Your mouth was left open and useless as he skirted his gaze down and up your body.

“Tryna get a job as my sidekick?” Your mouth snapped shut. You knew you probably did look just like him as you glared and fucking spun on your heel, ready to stomp away. He was just such-

You couldn’t move further. He had a hold of your arm above the gauntlet. You waited to be yanked backwards for an explanation, but he shifted himself around instead, releasing your arm when he stood in front of you.

“Calm down, Dynamight.”

“It’s actually Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.” You tried to keep snarling, but it was too hard not to laugh halfway through the name. There’s no way you’d have been able to keep glaring anyway…not when he was smiling at you like that.

“Sorry, a nerd should know better.” He swatted at his green ears, making you…giggle? You caught pink and red movement across the room. This really wasn’t the show you’d expected to give Mina. He grabbed at your cheeks, pulling your gaze back to meet his. “Ya look good.” You swatted his hands away as soon as your brain stopped being so sluggish.

“I always look good.”

“Yea…you do.” You were almost too distracted by the darkening of his eyes to notice his arm snake around your waist. You stumbled into his chest when he pulled you, instinctively moving your hands up to brace the impact. “So what am I gonna have to do to get another kiss?” You were halfway ready to explain your mistake when you felt it. The not so steady beating beneath your fingertips. He was-

You looked back into red, confirming your suspicion. For once, he wasn’t making things difficult. He made it easy. Easy to see the way his eyes darted down to your mouth before staying firmly focused on your gaze. Easy to feel the way he tightened his grip. Easy to hear the way his voice softened around your name when you didn’t answer. He was nervous. You smiled, but didn’t move any closer. Fuck it.

“Ya just gotta ask, ya fuckin’ nerd.”

a/n obviously Katsuki lost a bet with the bakusquad that got him stuffed into a rabbit

This story was inspired by an ask sent in by the lovely @cheezitwh0re

Masterlist

#Bakugou #Bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #Bakugou fluff #Bakugou imagine #bnha #bnha fluff #bnha bakugou #bnha imagine #katsuki bakugou

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devilish-mirage · 2 years ago

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Clueless

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader x Marc Spector

Warnings; none

Summary; Something clearly happened last night so why are you acting as if nothing happened?

Word count; 1,5k

A/n; I'm back lovelies!

Also Claire is an OC that I'll be using frequently <3

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You woke up with a pounding headache, the sunlight pouring inside from your opened curtains make you groan loudly before you cover your face with your arm to shield it from the light.

"It's too early for this shit." you muttered lowly, taking a few deep breath as you lay there, feeling the warm morning sun basked you in it's glory.

Last night was fun. You went out drinking and dancing with your friends, leting out all of pent up stress of yours that has been piling for the past week.

The main cause was because of your boss, he has some serious issues he need to sort out. He's such a perfectionist, you can't even be late for even a second and that force you to always be in a hurry every morning-

Wait- what time is it?

You jumped out of your bed and look for your phone frantically, once you do you tried to turn it on only to find out that the battery has died. Alright, this is bad.

You took your towel and ran outside, looking at the big clock in your living room that said 7.30.

You've got exactly 30 minutes to get ready, have breakfast and go to work. You won't be able to make it.

So you hurriedly took a shower and dress yourself, shoving your make up and phone inside your purse and ran outside.

You took a glance at your watch when you got inside your cab and telling the driver your destination.

You'd say it was a rather, no, it's a very hectic morning for you. Thank god you were only late by two minutes and your boss is busy inside his office so he didn't noticed you walk in.

"I told you to go easy on the drinking," you look to the side and nervously smile in response, "Well, at least he didn't see me walk in late."

"How fortunate you are, care to help me with these?" you look down and saw a lot of papers on Claire's desk.

"What's all that?"

"Oh, it's the budget for this month event."

You quirked an eyebrow at her, taking one of those papers and read them. "It's a mixed event between our division and Egypt."

Your ears perked up in response, smiling widely when you heard the word Egypt, working with them means you'll get to spend more time with your cute Steven.

She gave you a knowing look with a teasing smile, "I'm sure you're excited for this, you'll get to spend time with your boyfriend."

You roll your eyes but can't hold the smile from forming, "He's not my boyfriend." she hum in response, the teasing smile still plastered on her face. "Yeah and I don't like sandwich."

"But you love sandwiches."

"Exactly."

You playfully glared at her before taking a handful of those papers and scan through them.

"Steven, calm down."

Steven in fact could not calm down, after the 'incident' last night he couldn't slept and has been checking his phone for the millionth times today. Checking to see if you've read his text or replied.

"Marc, you know she always texted us the first thing in the morning but she didn't! Was sending the pic a mistake? Oh god, I-"

Marc rolled his eyes at his alter ramblings, trying to calm him down again before he caught the sight of you smiling giddily at his direction.

"Steven-"

"Marc, I think we've made a mistake!"

"Steven, listen-"

"Oh my god, what if something happened to her?!" Marc snapped his head towards your direction, you're getting closer by the seconds.

"Steven!"

"Steven?"

You and marc said at the same time, making Steven and Marc froze on the spot, "what happened to who?" he stare at you with widened eyes while you softly smile at him, waving your hand.

"Y/n?" he softly said your name unknowingly making your heartbeat quickened, you smile wider.

God, there's just something about the way he said your name, you loved it.

"Hey there, you alright?" you tilted your head to the side in attempt to try and see his face better.

He blinked his eyes at you, thinking of a plausible answer but the more he stare into your eyes the more he got lost in them.

Marc cleared his throat, snapping him out of his daze, he opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Dona instead.

"Oh, y/n. You're here to discuss about the event?"

You took a deep breath and tried your best to mask your annoyance, why is this Walmart Adelle always in your way?

You smiled, turning your head towards her and nodding politely. "Yes, just doing my job."

Please leave.

Dona nods her head and started to walk away. You grin, thinking that she'll finally leave you and Steven to be alone but no, she looked back at you with a confused expression.

"Are we not going to discuss about the event? It's not appropriate here."

For once she's right. You're in the middle of the Egyptian exhibit and it's noon, which means it's still operating hours so there's a lot of tourist and visitors around.

You let out a disappointed sigh and throw an apologetic smile at Steven before walking away to follow Dona.

"I'll see you around, yeah?"

Steven can't hide his disappointed expression as he watched you walk away from him, frowning deeply as he sits back down.

Marc who watched everything that had just happened in silence was a bit worried, Steven may have forgotten the incident last night for now but that's common for him because Steven gets excited and forget about things easily.

You on the other hand? You're smart, you're attentive, you pay attention to certain things more than people especially if it's important to you and last night incident is definitely important, well, to them anyway.

Still, why are you so casual? Did you see what they send you and felt awkward? But that isn't possible, you look like your usual happy go lucky self. As if last night did not happened.

Did it meant nothing to you?

Marc frown mirrored Steven, staring at your back as you walk further away before turning his attention to Steven.

"Woah, you look like someone stole your lunch." you forcefully smile at her, sitting at your table beside her before huffing loudly.

"It's Dona isn't it?" you put your head down on your table and frown at her, nodding your head slowly, "Yes, yes it's her. I swear she's cockblocking me on purpose."

She hum, looking pitifully at you. You like Steven, she knows that but it was a public secret on how Steven feels about you, and suprise surprise he feels exactly the same if not stronger.

You're just too blind to see that, to engrossed on your feeling to took a step back and just see how his eyes basically lit up everytime you enter the room, how much adoration he held in his eyes everytime that you smile and how lost and disappointed he looked when you're gone.

In other words, you're clueless and so is he.

Suddenly Claire's phone let out a loud ding! She looked at it for a few seconds before laughing and looked back at you who's still staring at her.

"What is it?" she lets out another laugh, "you should open the group chat, it's pretty funny." you slightly frown when you remember about your phone.

"I fucking left my charger at home, my fucking god-" you groan while she looked at you with pity, patting your back softly.

Could this day be any worse?

It's like the Gods above heard your thoughts and decided to answer them. Yes, yes it could get so much worse.

Because right now you're standing at your local coffe shop that's already closed with just your jacket as the storm went by. You should've asked Claire about the weather earlier.

Your feets already hurting by how long you've stand there, there's no chair in sight so you opted to squad and hug your knees. You're so cold, you think you might freeze at any moment now.

God, what's with today? Why didnt you charged your phone? Why did you woke up late? Why did you went out drinking last night?

"Y/n?" you looked up to see Steven staring down at you with an umbrella in his hands, his jacket looks wet, did he just brought this umbrella?

"Hello." you smile tiredly at him, even though you're exhausted you can't help but smile at the sight of him, he just had that effect towards you.

"Are you alright?" he bends down and cup your cheek with his right hand while the other holds the umbrella.

He's so warm that you unconsciously close your eyes and leaned to his touch, savoring the warmness that his palm gave you.

He would've blush if he doesn't notice the way your body's shaking and how cold your cheeks are, you keep leaning to his touch and feel yourself getting drowsy. "Y/n?"

And just like that you collapsed into his arms, the last thing that you remembered hearing is his panicked voice while calling out your name.

×××

I just wanted to say thank you from the bottom of my heart to @friendlyneighbourhood-parker for always being there for me and cheering me up on my worse days. I love u with all my heart and I'm making this series once again for you, my lovely beta read!

And a special thank you for @wysteria-clad for being the most understanding friend and always checking up on me. Love you pretty, P! <3

And to @rmoonstoner, Imma need that dance you promised me, baby.

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babyboibucky · 3 years ago

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Lucid

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: You find it hard to move on from Bucky after the break-up.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: ANGST, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, also smut, dirty talk, female masturbation, unprotected p in v penetration, dangerous coping mechanism, drunk calling an ex lmfao

A/N: This idea randomly popped into my head and I needed to get it all out lmao

Grounded (Part 2) || MAIN MASTERLIST

Hey, baby...miss you. Thought I’d let you know how much while I’m away. Hmm, wish you were here to feel how I get so fucking hard whenever I think of you. Fuck, I’m actually so hard right now.

I know you’re touching yourself, baby. I know you. I know what gets you going, one of which is my voice. Yeah? Are you wet? Go ahead, rub your pussy, it’s okay. I know your fingers aren’t enough to stretch you out the way you want to, don’t worry we’ll see each other soon. Hmm, feels good, baby? Wish I was there to taste you.

That’s right, baby. Spread your legs wider for me, that’s my girl. Add another finger, did you add one? Fuck, yeah. Love hearing you moan my name, can hear how wet you are. I’m close too, cum with me? Rub your clit, imagine my fingers rubbing your cunt. God, fuck...so perfect. So beautiful, baby. I can imagine you just writhing and ugh, fuck...I’m so close. You close too? Cum with me, please. Baby, yeah. Good girl, shit yeah...that’s right, keep cumming. Hmm, feels good? I miss you, babe. Send me a pic, alright?

Tired already? Go to sleep, babe. I’ll call you in the morning. I miss you. I love you. Dream about me okay?

You stared at the ceiling as you caught your breath; your body was sweaty, drenching the sheets beneath you and your lungs felt like they were on fire. Bucky’s voice messages would always leave you a fucking mess.

Closing your trembling legs, you pulled your wet hand out from your underwear and wiped it against your blanket. Placing an arm over your eyes, you focused on your breathing and recovering from the orgasms you went through just by listening to Bucky’s voice messages.

The very same voice messages he had been sending you months ago when the two of you were still together.

As much as you enjoyed the rush from touching yourself to his voice, how much pleasure you got even with just your fingers, you actually hated the aftermath that came along with it— the self-awareness and shame.

Was it normal to be touching yourself to his voice months after breaking up? Was it acceptable to do so knowing that he probably already has someone new to send the same kind of voice messages to?

You felt pathetic and ended up wallowing in your own misery, crying and just regretting that you allowed Bucky to leave you just like that.

It was just like any other night again, with you desperately finding release from your past and then crying about it afterwards.

Why was it so fucking hard to move on from one Bucky Barnes?

Your eyes snapped open and it seemed like your body had woken up before your brain did because of how fast you sat up on the bed. Scanning your surroundings, you realized you were still in your room.

Still alone.

Dreams about Bucky were such a normal occurrence to you and even so, you always ended up waking up wishing they were real; they felt real.

How Bucky kissed you leaving you breathless, how his hand cupped your face possessively as if he was afraid you’d disappear— you felt his touches to your core. You didn’t need to concentrate to remember your dream, it was clear as day as if it happened just a few moments ago.

The way Bucky loved you down with open-mouthed kisses on your neck, chest and breasts. When he latched his mouth where you needed him the most and the noise he made upon doing so, you can still hear him as if his lips were right next to your ear. How his cock felt when he slid into you, stretching you out in the most delicious way.

You woke up feeling the familiar throb, except that Bucky was no longer around to help you out with it.

The sun was barely up and the skies were still as dark as the night when you reached for your phone, scrolling through your contacts for his name.

You didn’t think twice about it and called him without a care about the time or whether he was in bed with somebody else. The urge to talk to him and tell him how much you needed him back won over your logic.

Forget about your pride, you desperately wanted Bucky back.

A couple of rings later and you were redirected to his voicemail but it didn’t stop you from doing something you were sure you’d regret later on.

Bucky...I…

I miss you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I know it’s been what? Seven months since we broke up? And I know it was my fault, I was a mess. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I would undo all those in a snap if I can.

I hope you know how much I regret it.

I always dream about you, I just did and it’s...do you dream about me too? Do you ever miss me? Do you...do you ever wonder how I’m doing? Do you still hate me?

I’m lost without you.

I still love you.

You should have known how much of a bad idea it was to get drunk alone, with no one to stop you from doing something stupid. After leaving Bucky your voice message, you never heard back from him as expected. Not even a message or a missed call. Nothing.

It was a night full of bitterness as you reminisced about your past with him, scrolling through your gallery only to miss Bucky even more with each photo of him that you refused to delete. Before you passed out, you remembered checking his social media and although all of his accounts were private, his profile picture with another woman was enough proof that you were clinging onto nothing but thin air.

A gentle tap on your cheek stirred you awake and when you opened your eyes, everything was a hazy blur. You blinked and clutched your temple from the massive headache that greeted you. Warmth wrapped around your wrist and when you looked up, there he was, Bucky.

He was inside your apartment, crouching on the ground in front of you. You were quick to hold his hand, feeling the roughness of his palm against your own. He was warm, he was real.

He was really here.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, voice coarse and your throat dry.

“I couldn’t stop listening to your message.” he admitted, looking down to watch your fingers play with his.

You made sure to keep a hold on him, to have even just your pinky finger touch his skin as if you needed proof that this wasn’t one of those dreams you wished you never woke up from.

“I’m sorry.” your voice cracked, even more so when you felt Bucky’s hand against your cheek.

Tears spilled from your eyes when Bucky kissed you the same way he did whenever he came home to you. It was gentle but at the same time, needy and possessive, like he too didn’t want you to disappear.

“I know, baby. I know. It’s okay, I’m here now.” he whispered against your mouth before grabbing your waist, taking you with him as he sat down on the ground and letting you straddle his waist.

It was urgent, how Bucky kissed and held you in his arms. Clothes were removed and thrown away, moans and breaths were exchanged. Feeling that familiar stretch again made you feel whole, like you finally found your way home.

“I missed you so much.” Bucky groaned against your neck as he thrusted into you.

You could only nod and moan his name, pressing your lips against his sweaty skin and tasting him with a swipe of your tongue. Your fingers gripped his hair as you bounced on him, keeping your bodies as close as possible.

“Bucky, I’m close.” you breathed into his ear, rolling your hips against his.

He groaned in response, kissing your lips fervently. “Me too.”

You swallowed and brushed Bucky’s hair back, staring deeply into his eyes, you asked, “Do you still love me?”

Bucky gazed up at you and took in your features. He scanned your face as if he was trying to memorize how you looked at that moment. You closed your eyes as you pressed your forehead against his, still rolling your hips as you waited for his answer.

His answer never came and when you opened your eyes, it was your ceiling that greeted you yet again.

Sitting up on your bed, you found your phone on your pillow. You fell asleep right after sending him the voice message and as opposed to your dream, you actually received a message from Bucky.

Do yourself a favor and just stop.

Tears clouded your vision but you wiped them away before they could even taint your cheeks. You deleted Bucky’s message and went back to bed, closing your eyes in a desperate attempt to forget what he had told you.

Maybe you’d dream about him being with you again and maybe this time, you’d get to hear him say that he still loves you.

Denial was a dangerous way to cope, but if it was the only way to get Bucky back, you’d go through it over and over again.

#bbb writes #oneshots: bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #fem!reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky smut #bucky barnes angst #bucky angst #sebastian stan

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outerbankies · 3 years ago

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be here now — topper thornton

request(s): “i think topper taking you out of town for a few days after you guys get back from university and he’s so soft and lovey dovey” + “topper giving you a promise ring with his birthstone so everyone knows you’re his”

pairing: topper x reader

warnings: one singular mention of alcohol

a/n: inspired by this pic and those 2 asks! happy weekend besties enjoy!

my writing

“Isn’t the point of coming home for us to, like, be home?”

Topper laughs, the sound bright and familiar to your ears, even through the phone speaker. Deciding to go off to separate colleges two years ago meant that that was how you heard your boyfriend’s voice a majority of the time these days, and it was still nothing compared to the real thing. And being back home in OBX meant you were just itching to hear it again, right in front of you for real. “We have all summer to be home, angel. It’s one weekend away.”

“I know,” you smile, switching the phone to speaker so you can finish folding up some last minute additions to your bag. “I’m excited.”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear. I’m gonna get the Malibu ready, pick you up in ten?”

“Ooh,” you purr. “He’s picking me up in his boat?”

“Of course I am. My parents just got it out of the slip yesterday, it needs a maiden voyage for the summer.”

“I’m honored,” you laugh. “See you soon, Top.”

—

“There she is.”

You’re dropping your bag to the wood of your parents’ dock and practically racing to the end of the platform, tying Topper’s boat up as fast as you ever have so he can get out, pulling you into a hug so bone-crushing your feet leave the ground for a second.

“I missed you,” you hum, giggling as Topper walks the two of you back to where your bag is, trying to fit in as many kisses as you can.

“Missed you too, pretty. C’mere,” he says, leaning in for another kiss now that your bag is slung securely over his shoulder. “You ready?”

“More than ready.”

“Alright, hop in,” he says, holding a hand out to you where he now stands back in his boat, your bag tucked neatly under one of the seats. “Bow or stern?”

You just smile and throw yourself back into his arms. “You know you’re gonna let me drive.”

—

You drive the Malibu until you get bored, much preferring to let Topper take over while you just watch and hold him around his waist.

“Easy travel day yesterday?” he asks, kissing your forehead.

“Yeah, flight was okay. Had to take the ferry but, whatever,” you sigh. “Just tired still.”

“Mm,” he hums. “You can sleep in the car on the way up.”

“No, I have to pick the music,” you argue. “And coordinate snacks.”

“I can figure out my own snacks,” he mumbled.

“Do you remember the sunflower seeds? You were finding them in the seats for weeks.”

“Oh my god. One time,” he groans, shaking his head in the backseat. “That was Rafe and Kelce’s fault for fighting in the backseat.”

“That was a fun trip,” you recall, thinking back on the summer before, when Topper brought you all to his college town. You’d already been multiple times, of course, but Kelce and Rafe always made things a bit more fun, if a little chaotic. “Maybe we should have invited them this time.”

You’re teasing, just trying to get a rise out of him. Of course it works, Topper cutting his eyes over to you as you pull back up at his house. “Hey, no. We have all summer to deal with them crashing our dates. This is Y/n and Topper time.”

“Y/n and Topper time?” you laugh. “You’re so fucking cute. Missed you.”

“You said that already, baby,” he points out. But his eyes scan your face in adoration, and he kisses you anyway.

“Yeah, ‘cause I really missed you,” you sigh, head hidden in his neck.

“I know. Missed you more.”

“Not even.”

“I absolutely did.”

“Not possible, Thornton,” you tease, letting him go as the two of you make to get out of the boat, but not before pressing one more kiss to his jawline.

—

The weekend’s about as perfect as it can be. The cottage Topper booked is adorable, the weather is perfect save for one bout of rain that drenched you both on a walk home from dinner. A little tipsy from the bottle of wine you’d just shared, sober you might be embarrassed by the way you let Topper twirl you around in the middle of the street, both of your clothes getting soaked as you two made your way back to where you were staying.

Both off school for the summer with a few weeks before the internships lined up in your parents’ business networks began, you have nothing to do but catch up and just be with each other for the first time in a while. You didn’t get to spend last summer together, so you couldn’t help but be excited for what lay ahead.

But you wake up anxious, tossing and turning until you can’t justify possibly waking your sleeping boyfriend anymore, sliding out of bed as the sun rises. You flick the coffee pot in the kitchenette on, needing something to do with your hands, watching as Topper slept soundly.

You don’t know why, but your heart clenches at the rested look on his face, the way his navy crew neck rides up on his stomach, his messy hair and the way the arm that was previously wrapped around you lays stretched out to the side, fingers twitching in his sleep like he’s reaching out for you.

You abandon the coffee and the two mugs you set out, slipping one of Topper’s fleeces over your arms and putting your flip flops on, walking out to the front porch.

You fold yourself into one of the wooden chairs set out on the porch, your thoughts lost to the skyline you gaze out upon.

Of course if isn’t long until Topper is shuffling around in bed, not thinking anything of it when you aren’t next to him, but sitting up a bit straighter when he can’t see you in the cottage at all. He smells coffee, sees two mugs set out on the counter unused, then peers around to watch you through the front windows as the coffee finishes up.

When Topper joins you on the deck, you look up from where you had your chin digging into your knees. You smile slightly as he sets your coffee down in front of you, accepting a kiss on the forehead and a soft touch on your back.

“Morning,” Topper greets sleepily, settling into the chair across the table from you. “You’re up—” he checks his wrist, pushing his sleeve up so he can read his watch “—early, baby, holy shit. I told you we don’t have to drive back until noon.”

“Morning, Top,” you greet quickly, busying yourself with testing out the coffee he made perfectly for you. Your boyfriend leans closer to you, his tired eyes searching your face.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Thinking. Couldn’t sleep anymore,” you mumble, sinking into your chair. You sweep your eyes back across the sky, noticing concern in his eyes when you look at him.

“What are you thinking about, baby?”

“Don’t you wish it could be like this all the time? Like every weekend?”

Recognition flashes across his face, and he’s smiling into his coffee slightly. “Of course I do.”

“It’s just so much easier like this,” you say.

“Being with you is easy for me all the time,” Topper says.

You feel a smile lift your lips just slightly, even if it’s at at his naïveté. “Topper.”

“Y/n,” he counters.

“I’m being serious. You know it’s not easy most of the time. At least,” you bite your lip, wondering if your feelings were exaggerated if Topper was completely fine. “At least, not for me.”

“Hey, not what I meant,” Topper says, his raised eyebrows enough to make you abandon your last train of thought. “And you know that.”

“So then what do you mean that it’s easy, Top?” you say. “I wake up everyday just missing you. I’m on this vacation with you, laying with you, we’re about to spend the entire summer together and and I can’t even stop thinking about missing you again—”

“Even on my worst day, baby. When I miss you so much I can’t even breathe, I am ten thousand times better off than I would be if you weren’t mine.”

You exhale, your mouth parted. “Top.”

“It’s hard because we love each other, Y/n,” Topper says. “And we want to be together. Which means it’s worth it.”

You nod, looking into his eyes, already so reassured just from the tone of his voice. “It’s worth it.”

“And every day we’re apart,” Topper starts, hand grabbing your own. He’s careful of your coffee mugs, pulling you out of your chair until you’re standing in front of him and he’s pulling you to sit sideways in his lap. “Is just one day closer to being back together. And we always have home, and then one day, we’ll never live apart ever again.”

You sink into his lap, arms wrapped around his shoulders, squeezing him extra tight while his arms reach around your back and lay across your thighs. “One day.”

“Hey,” Topper says softly, a hand on your face guiding you to pull back and look at him. “I’ve been thinking—you know how you got me this?”

Topper pulls the gold chain out from under the collar of his sweatshirt. You nod, hand reaching around to the back, where you had the charms of your initials placed when you bought it for Topper on your last anniversary. You knew Topper would like it because it was subtle, but everyone who needed to know knew, that he was yours. “Yes, because you wear it everyday.”

He just smiles, reaching into his shorts pocket underneath where your legs rest. “I wanted you to have something to wear everyday, too.”

The gold of the ring band matches that of Topper’s chain perfectly. It’s a thin band, your boyfriend knowing you’re just like him—you aren’t one for anything bulky or flashy, in the center a small pearl. You furrow your eyebrows, looking back up at him.

“Topper, it’s… so pretty.”

“And it’s my birthstone,” he says softly. You look at the ring, then back to Topper again, your body suddenly thrumming with butterflies.

“Topper,” you say, lost for words besides the name of the boy sitting here, ready to give you everything. “Can you…”

You unwind your arms from around his shoulders, looking in between both of your hands. When you look back at him, Topper is already pulling on your right hand, pausing before he puts it on your ring finger. His thumb strokes over your knuckle. “This one okay?”

You nod, wiggling your fingers as soon as he slides it into place. You place it on his chest, looking at the way your pieces compliment each other. “It’s not even my birthday. Or our anniversary.”

“I know,” he says, smiling. “But now you’ll always know that you’re mine.”

“Me and everyone else.”

Topper sighs, smiling like he’s been caught out. “That’s just a bonus.”

You finally lean in and kiss him, fiddling with the charms on the back of his chain like you always do, but reveling in the way you now feel it clinking against your new ring. “Have you had that in your pocket all weekend?”

“Yep,” he says, nodding shamelessly. “Wanted it to feel like the right moment.”

“I like you. I think I’ll keep you for a bit.”

“For these last two years of school?” he says.

You tilt your head, pretending to think about it. “And maybe a bit longer after that.”

—

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dr4cking · 3 years ago

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Gift.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | fluff |

husband!draco & dad!draco. switched 😏

y/n just got home from her girl's night out with her friends, she opened the door of her house. her eyes automatically searching for her husband and their child.

she goes upstairs when she didnt found any of their signs downstairs.

then she heard it, laughter coming from her son’s bedroom. she barged in and smiling when she saw her husband and kid playing on the bed.

she approaches them, pulling the two of them into a tight embrace.

draco smiles when she kissed his cheek before placing another kiss on scorpius’s forehead.

“how is your day?” she asked ruffling her little boy’s hair.

“it’s really fun mommy! daddy and I have been playing for a whole day!” scorpius clapped his hands cheerfully.

“yeah? tell me what is it that you played together?”

“we’ve been practicing magic and i grew some flowers in the garden mommy i’m sure you’d love it!” scorp replies making draco chuckles at his boy’s bubbly side.

“that’s great baby, i’ll see it tomorrow theyre must be really pretty” y/n said tickling her son making him squirming and laughed.

“and how about you, love? did you have fun today?” draco asked making both of them stopped and she smiles at him.

“we had so much fun bubs, do you know that pansy just found out that she is pregnant?”

“what? really? wow that’s good news to hear, can’t believe blaise is going to be a dad!” he replies with the same energy. he grins at the thought of blaise finally having his dad moments for the first time.

“draco you’re a dad too..” three of them laughed at her comments.

y/n stood straightly and stretched her back before leaning into draco whispering something into his ear.

“you better put scorpius to sleep soon. i cant wait to call you daddy tonight.” she smirks seeing him gulped and his face heated.

his eyes instantly dropped to scorpius who was still sitting on the bed innocently.

she walked out of scorpius’s room going to their bathroom wanting to take a shower.

>>>>>

few minutes passed, she came out from the shower, she smirked when an idea come to her mind. she put on a red lingerie that she knew draco loved so much.

a little gift for him might make his day better.

she stares at her reflection in the mirror, twirling around to admire the lingerie that hugged her body perfectly.

she has been craving for some touches since last week, but they have been busy with taking care of scorpius. so now would be a perfect time.

she sits in the middle of the bed, crossing her legs waiting for draco to come to their room.

her head snapped to the direction when she heard the door clicking and her huband stepped in, his eyes turned dark as he saw her.

“is he asleep?” draco nodded at her question, he walked slowly to her, his eyes scanning her body making her smirk get wider.

“good.”

“now enjoy my little show mr. malfoy” she continues, standing up and turned him around, pushing him onto the bed.

she grabbed her wand from the nightstand and quickly casted a silencing spell.

she looks at flustered draco keeping their eye contact, playing with her wand twirling it around her hair and shot him a wink making him shifted uncomfortably.

she put the wand back. her hand slowly tracing down to her body and draco’s eyes follow every movements she made.

y/n chuckles before letting her hand goes to her back and unclasping her bra, showing her tits full out in display for him.

she throws her bra at him and it landed on his crotch, he quickly grabbed it and sniffing it humming at the scent.

draco was still propped on his elbows enjoying the show his wife give to him, his eyes never leaving her body.

y/n played with the string of her panties in her fingers before taking it off slowly, showing him her bare cunt. and her panties dropped to her feet, she pretended to gasped and look him straightly in the eyes.

“oops..”

draco’s breath got caught in his throat, he wanted nothing more than to touch her but he also wanted to enjoy the show.

“fuck baby you’re a goddess..” he moaned softly, his eyes looking up at her face before going down again.

“thank you daddy” he choked out on air when she said that making her chuckle.

she hopped on his lap and straddling him, catching his lips on her, kissing him eagerly, her hands quickly making her way to the bottom of his shirt taking it off.

“daddy you’re so hot..” her kisses trailed down to his neck, leaving a few marks on it.

their bodies pressed together leaving no gap, she grinded on him making him groaned. he pulls her back for a hungry kiss his hands roaming around her body and he moans softly into the kiss when he feels her nipples rubbing his.

“fuck.. ride me mommy” she moaned at the nickname, her hands pulling down his sweatpants he helped her by kicking it off throwing it somewhere making her giggle.

she pushed his hard cock up straightly to his lower stomach and she grinding her cunt on it, petting him.

“mommy.. please..” he moans out loud at the friction, his hands squeezing her ass.

she lifts up her body lining his tip up on her entrance to lubricating both of them before sinking down on his cock, he stretched her out deliciously as her walls instantly accomodating him.

they were moaning each other at the feeling of finally being connected.

“god y/n.. you wrapped my cock so tight baby” he let her fully have the control as she bouncing up and down on his cock, her hands gripping tightly on his shoulder to steady herself.

“you feel so good inside me daddy” she bouncing faster on his cock, each time his cock somehow gets deeper inside her showing a bulge in her stomach.

“damn baby look at how deep daddy in you”

she moans when she looked at her stomach. his hand touching the bulge in her stomach pressing it softly turning both of them into a moaning mess.

“i’m close daddy..” he guided her hips to bounce faster while meeting her thrusts upwards, one of his hand rubbing her clit circling his thumb on it making her going crazy.

“cum for daddy” she collapsed on his body legs spasming as her high hit her body, her juices soaking his cock. draco followed behind at the feeling of her walls squeezing him tight.

and when y/n thought they were done, draco flipped their body so he was on top now without pulling out of her. he thrusting into her right away making her gripped the sheets.

“you dont think i’m done with you, right?” he snapped his hips harder making her body bouncing in front of him. the headboard hitting the walls over and over again.

y/n shakes her head ‘no’ to answer him. he pulls her for a kiss, his fingers twirling her hard nipple.

“good. because i’m not stopping until you filled up with my cum, i’m gonna give you so much cum until you give me another baby”

“yes! yes daddy please fuck me until i’m full with your cum..”

he wrapped one of her legs on his shoulder making him going deeper on her, his balls slapping up against her ass making loud clapping sounds filling the room.

“god.. babygirl i will never get tired of pounding into your tight pussy, it feels so good i dont wanna pull out”

y/n screamed his name louder when he hit her spot again, her eyes rolled back in pleasure as the knot in her stomach tightened and her vision went blurry.

draco noticed and pulls her by her throat reconnecting their lips. he broke the kiss pressing their foreheads.

“look at daddy when you’re gonna fall apart on his cock, babygirl” she moans louder keeping their eye contact like he said, her lips quievered as he circled her clit.

“i’m gonna cum daddy! oh fuck.. yes draco!” she let her second orgasm washed over her body, it feels so good that it sending her to the cloud nine.

“oh god.. you squirted on daddy’s cock, babygirl”

he groans louder at the feeling of her walls pulsing and clenching him so tight, his thrusts getting sloppier as his high approaching him.

“fuck fuck.. take all of me y/n!”

he gives her one final thrust before letting himself exploding all of his cum inside her, filling her womb full like he promised. his moan get louder when he feels he’s still shooting his cum into her non stop.

his body shaking so hard that he collapsed on top of his wife hugging her, burying his face onto the crook of her neck.

y/n moaned feeling so full, he lazily ride out their highs making no move to pull out.

she stroked his blonde hair softly, sweats running onto both of their body. they were still catching their breaths.

“oh my god y/n.. that was so amazing” draco said between his breaths as he rolled to the side, wrapping her in his arms.

“yes dray.. that was the best” she kissed him one more time before he gets up walking shakily to the bathroom.

he comes back wrapping y/n in bridal style carrying her to the bathroom and placing her in the warm tub before joining behind her.

“thank you for letting me went out earlier and taking care of scorpius, dray..” she looks over her shoulder, her hands playing with the bubbles.

draco captured her lips on his, his hands messaging her shoulder softly. he pulls away to answer her.

“no need to thank me, love. it was my duty too as your husband and a father.”

she chuckles splashing the water onto his face making he joined her laughter.

“i love you dray.”

“i love you more y/n.”

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a/n : i once again dedicated this to @angelic-bitxh because of a deal we made for ghost pics 💀

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peachycoreroo · 4 years ago

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I got a request! Boys in the morning after having ons, waking up in their bed with her. I feel like reactions would be really something ahahaha.

I was thinking about Oikawa, Miya twins, Satori, Kageyama and Kuroo — make it as a fluff, angst, smut, whatever, it's up to you!

characters: miya atsumu, miya osamu, kageyama tobio

genre: fluff, crack

word count: 0.9k

warnings: gn!reader, hinting at sex the night before

authors note: thank you for the request, i've seen your immense support for my blog and i'm very grateful, but i did change my rules to pls only pick three characters max for a request, so i just picked the three i haven't written for as much!! hope you still enjoy<3 here's a link to my masterlist

miya atsumu:

as atsumu slowly woke up, he didn’t even realize there was someone beside him at first. stretching his long limbs, he immediately retracted his hand as it came in contact with your arm.

luckily, you didn’t wake up, so the setter sat up to look at you properly. it suddenly hit him, that he took you home after he celebrated a win in a club with his team last night.

“wow, hotter than i remember”, atsumu mumbled under his breath, before snatching his phone and spamming the group chat with his twin and suna, about his nightly escapades with you.

ten minutes waiting for an answer turned into half an hour, making the male grow restless. why weren’t they replying? when he checked whether they had seen his messages, he was offended to learn they were outright ignoring him.

you woke up feeling great. who knew miya atsumu, the famous setter for msby, was even better looking in real life than on tv? plus, he definitely knew how to use what he was given.

sighing contently, you opened your eyes, looking at the other side of the bed, where the bleach-blond male slept, just so see him staring at his phone, propped up against the headboard and... pouting?

your eyes quickly scanned his naked, sculpted upper body before concentrating on his sulking expression. “uh, morning? what’s with the face?”, you asked, curious.

“ok, listen. i know i lied to ‘em a few times. sue me. but i wasn’t lyin’ this time! why are they ignorin’ me?”, the tall male whined, apparently distressed about someone ignoring his texts.

“huh?”, you dumbfoundedly asked, not quite sure where he was going with this. out of the blue, he excitedly turned towards you: “oh my god, can you pretend to sleep and i’ll snap ‘em a pic’ of ya? i just need to prove that yer real!”

“i- what?”

“…never mind, that sounded really creepy. so… ya wanna go grab some food?”

miya osamu:

after you came into the onigiri miya shop yesterday, you immediately hit it off with the owner himself, miya osamu. one thing led to another and you both ended up making out behind the counter after the shop closed, later continuing in his apartment.

waking up, the first thing that you noticed, was the delicious smell of coffee and pancakes. you still couldn’t wrap your head around catching miya osamu’s attention. not only was he tall, broad, and extremely attractive, he was also a great cook and a genuine, respectful guy.

you grabbed a nearby shirt of him and threw it on before making your way to the kitchen.

“that smells really good”, you complimented as you leaned against the doorway, trailing your eyes along his figure dressed in grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, not hiding any of his impressive length, and a cute apron tied around his toned torso.

as osamu turned his head towards you and his gaze fell upon you, clad in his shirt, he couldn’t help but smirk. “yer own personal onigiri miya breakfast. that’ll be fifty bucks”, the dark-haired male teased, as he put it down on the table, making you laugh.

while you were busy floating on cloud nine, seeing as miya osamu turned out to be the greatest guy you’ve ever had a one night stand with, the shop owner couldn’t resist sending atsumu a message, bragging about how good he got laid the night before.

after all, he could never pass up the opportunity of showing his twin who the better miya was.

kageyama tobio:

kageyama couldn’t believe his eyes. this was the first time he had a one night stand and it wasn’t to say it was bad, in fact, it was great, but he didn’t quite think it through the night before.

what was he supposed to do when you woke up? ask what you thought about last night? no, that’s douchey. be ready with breakfast? he was sure he would burn the toast because of his nervousness. what if you wanted to leave as soon as you woke up?

while the poor setter almost had a mental breakdown beside you, he didn’t even realize that you were already awake, gazing at him.

“hey, tobio, is everything alright?”, you asked concerned, as you placed a comforting hand on his bicep. suddenly, kageyama jumped out of the bad, making you squeak at the sudden movement. one moment he was mumbling “sorry”, and the next he was already locked up in his bathroom.

kind of perplexed, you decided to make breakfast for you both. what happened to the strong, confident kageyama tobio from the night before?

when he finally got back, he only said a quick thanks, before eating everything in silence. uncomfortable with him pretending you weren’t even there, making you feel as if he wanted you to leave, you decided to head home.

as you put on your shoes, the black-haired male finally seemed to find his confidence, as he scratched his neck, trying to control the blush that was slowly creeping up from his neck to his face.

“can i- can i have your number?”

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helliontherapscallion · 4 years ago

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment.

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly.

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches.

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.”

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest.

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement.

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room.

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you.

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up.

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently.

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric?

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends.

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back.

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her.

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.”

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school.

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High.

Cut all ties now. You have two days.

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon.

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.”

“It’s none of your business, Zara.”

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders.

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym.

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle.

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left.

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand.

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning.

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door.

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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