#having a good chuckle then puking EVERYWHERE

[saturnniidae]

Rereading Snow-Crested Shrines and I forgot how funny the first chapter is purely bc the juxtaposition of how the entirety of Berk is shitting themselves in fear, thinking Hiccups fuck-around-and-find-out-ness is finally gonna get them killed bc he's pissed off a non human entity and they need to build a shrine lest they all be sentenced to icy death

Meanwhile Jack is literally like just a guy sort of. He's kind of pathetic in the sense of how lonely he is, like yeah he can cause blizzards but he's also desperate for interaction so there's like no danger. he's actually trying Very hard to not be scary thank you very much..

[heejamas]

nicest guy: 7. the aftermath

word count: ~2.6k words

warnings: profanity, sexual jokes, weed consumption, alcohol consumption, jake and hoon hate each other, puking, hangover, crowded party

Every time you had to go to a party, you hated the feeling of it. It wasn’t really because you didn’t like the people – even though you're an introvert, you're the type of person who can hold a casual banter. It wasn’t even because you hated the loud music or the drinking. You love good music and a night of heavy liquor. You just preferred doing all those things (hanging out with your friends, drinking, and listening to music) from the comfort of your own home.

But this time, things seemed different. Sure, the party was super crowded, drunk people everywhere, people bumping into you, people judging your looks. But you were actually having a good time with your friends. That is, until Woonhak sent you that message.

“He did what?!” Sunoo gasped, eyes wide.

“Apparently, he tried to sneak in... and now he’s stuck,” you said, setting your phone down and taking a final sip of your drink before storming out.

“In the bushes?” Giselle asked, raising an eyebrow. “What the hell is wrong with this kid? Jesus…”

“Do you need help?” Sunoo asked, gripping your shoulders before you left.

“Nah, I’m good,” you replied with a small smile, then burst out laughing. “God, why is he like this...”

What you didn’t know was that Sunghoon had been eyeing you all night. He wasn’t sure how to make it sound casual, but he really wanted to get closer to you. His friendship with Jungwon meant a lot to him, so naturally, he wanted to be tight with his twin sister too, just like Jay was. But there was something about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He thought you were funny—everyone thought that. But this was the first time he’d seen you up close for more than a few minutes, like those brief encounters in the college hallways when you bumped into Jungwon. Tonight, though, you were way closer. Still, you hadn’t said a word to each other besides "hey” or "how are you” or “this drink is pretty strong”.

So, after downing about 8 or 9 beers and a couple of vodka shots, he figured it was definitely a good idea to talk to you. And then you stormed out. But even then, he still thought it was a great idea to try and help you with whatever was going on.

Only did he know that your cousin - your underage cousin - was trying to sneak into an already crowded party and got trapped in the bushes outside the house.

Sunghoon rushed toward you as you made your way outside. He bumped into you, causing his beer to splash all over the floor—and a little bit on your shoes. “Sorry, sorry! I’m so sorry, Y/n,” he mumbled, clearly tipsy.

“That’s alright,” you laughed at him. “Why aren’t you with Jungwon?” you asked, since you had just seen him a minute ago chatting with Jay and your brother.

“I—I saw you storming out, and I thought you might need help with something.” He looked down at the alcohol stains on his shirt, trying to clean them off with no luck.

“And your drunk ass is going to help me, huh?” You chuckled. “Alright, let’s go outside.”

Sunghoon followed you, even though he had no idea what was going on. And honestly, neither did you. You weren’t sure why you accepted his help. Your friends had offered to come along, but you turned them down. Still, there was something about Sunghoon that made him fun to be around—even if he was drunk as hell. And, yeah… you thought he was kind of cute. Dangerously cute, considering he was one of your twin brother’s best friends.

The moment you stepped outside the house, Sunghoon leaned against a column on the balcony, eyes closed.

“Are you okay?” you asked, stepping closer and gently placing your hand on his shoulder. “I can grab you some water.”

“No, no need,” he muttered, his eyes still shut. He took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and suddenly found himself staring at you. You were standing there, looking up at him with your hand on his shoulder, offering help in the sweetest way possible. You looked cute as hell.

His best friend's twin sister looking cute as hell.

Sunghoon quickly got to his feet, stepping back from you like he just realized he was getting too close to danger. “Thanks, though. So, where are we going?”

You thought it was weird how he moved away so suddenly, but then again—he was wasted.

“So… do you know Woonhak?” you asked, to which he nodded.

“Well, he tried to sneak into the party, and now he’s stuck in the bushes. So we’re going to help him out.”

He blinked at you, clearly trying to process your words, but his drunk brain was too busy thinking about how cute you looked to focus on anything else.

Sunghoon followed you as you walked around the side of the house, looking for any sign of your cousin hiding in the bushes. Yeonjun’s frat house was massive—basically a mansion. People were still pouring in, and the party was getting way more packed than it had any right to be.

You pulled out your phone to text Woonhak and ask where the hell he was. That’s when Sunghoon placed a hand on your shoulder. He mumbled something you couldn’t quite catch, so you turned to face him.

“What was that?”

“I’m gonna…”

And then it happened.

He threw up right beside you. Your shoes were instantly soaked in vomit.

You were in shock. You had no idea what to do. Sunghoon was mumbling at you, but your brain was way too foggy from the unpleasant surprise.

“Fuck, Y/n. I-I’m so…” And then he threw up again. This time, right on a bush.

“Oh. My. God.” You heard a familiar voice from the bushes. “Is that puke? What the fuck! Oh my God, I��m gonna barf.”

“Woonhak?!” you yelled, still in disbelief. “Is that you?”

“Y/n?!” your cousin shouted back. “What the hell, dude?!”

“I’m with Sunghoon, he came to help. But, uh… he’s feeling sick.” You watched Sunghoon flop onto the grass next to you, yanking off his jacket. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m gonna clean your shoes.” Sunghoon mumbled, placing his jacket on your shoes and attempting to wipe them off, with zero luck.

“No, Sunghoon, you don’t have to—“ You stood there, frozen, watching the mess unfold. You leaned into him, grabbed his arms, and awkwardly pulled him up. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He draped his arms over your shoulder, but he was way heavier than you expected. By now, you had already abandoned your shoes, and you yelled back at your cousin, still stuck in the bushes.

“Woonhak, I’ll get someone else to pull you outta there! Hold on!”

Woonhak yelled back, clearly pissed off by your response. But you were way too focused on not gagging from the smell of vomit to even care about what your cousin was saying.

You stumbled into the house with Sunghoon slumped against your shoulder, and, by some miracle, you found a bathroom that wasn’t already occupied. The house was packed, and it was starting to feel a little claustrophobic. As you made your way to the bathroom, you had to elbow your way through the crowd—people giving you weird looks as the smell of vomit followed you and Sunghoon like a shadow.

And of course, one of those people was Jake. The college quarterback, who had a major crush on you and hated Sunghoon with a burning passion.

But Jake didn’t even notice you were the one carrying Sunghoon. He was way too focused on finding yourself in the crowd. When you bumped into him, he didn’t even register it was you—he was too busy trying to spot you through the sea of drunk college students. Not that he wasn’t tipsy himself, but he wasn’t Sunghoon-level wasted yet. He was just tipsy enough to be a mess.

“Still haven’t found her?” Niki asked, handing Jake another round of beer in a red solo cup.

“Nope,” Jake muttered, taking a sip and continuing his search.

“What are you gonna do if you actually find her, though?” Heeseung chimed in. “I mean, you see her around all the time, and yeah, she texted you out of nowhere, but you still don’t have the guts to actually talk to her.”

Jake shot Heeseung a look. “You’re saying way too much for someone who can’t even text in English.”

Heeseung rolled his eyes. “Whatever, dude. You’re gonna be drooling over her for the rest of your life if you don’t do something.”

Jake knew Heeseung was right. He’d had a crush on you for way longer than he could remember, but he never actually talked to you. At this point, he was pretty sure you didn’t even know what he looked like. And that was kind of shocking, because Jake was the starting quarterback. Everyone knew Jake. Hell, even your cousin Woonhak was practically fangirling over him. So the fact that you didn’t give a shit about him had Jake way more intrigued than he probably should’ve been. And, just to make things worse, you looked hot as hell.

“Alright, I’m gonna wash my face for a bit,” Jake muttered, turning away from his friends and heading for the nearest bathroom—the one you and Sunghoon had just entered.

The door wasn’t locked, so Jake swung it open without a second thought—only to freeze when he saw what was happening. There you were, standing at the sink, trying (and failing) to clean Sunghoon’s shirt while he sat on the toilet, bare-chested and totally wasted.

Jake was stunned. He couldn’t even process what he was seeing. You—his ultimate crush—with his nemesis, sitting half-naked and drunk as hell, right beside you.

“Can I help you?” you asked, clearly a little annoyed, as Jake stood there, completely frozen, staring at you.

“Sorry, I just…” Jake mumbled, his words stumbling over each other. “Sorry, I’ll leave.” Then he slammed the door shut, still in shock.

He leaned against the bathroom door, trying to process what he’d just seen. You were just cleaning his shirt, he thought. There was the overwhelming smell of vomit in the air, so Jake had connected the dots. Still, he felt this annoying twinge of jealousy. Not because Sunghoon was puking and you were helping him out, no. It was because Sunghoon was close to you. And Jake hated that.

“You look like you just saw a ghost,” Beomgyu said when Jake finally rejoined his friends.

“I did. I saw Sunghoon,” Jake muttered, taking a long gulp of his beer.

“So what? You see him at practice all the time.”

“I saw him with Y/n. In the bathroom. Just now,” Jake practically whispered, like he was sharing a dark secret.

“Oh.” Beomgyu and Heeseung’s eyes went wide. “In the bathroom? Doing what?”

“She was cleaning his shirt, I guess. He was sitting naked on the toilet,” Jake sighed.

“Naked?!” All his friends gasped in unison. Jake was already drowning in stress and embarrassment.

“Half-naked. I think he got sick or something. It smelled awful in there. She was probably just helping him out.” He snorted. “I swear to God, we have practice on Monday. Is he seriously going to show up hungover like that?”

Jake didn’t stop to think about the fact that he himself had been drinking. But right now, all he could focus on was how pissed he was that you—his ultimate crush—were stuck with his nemesis. He needed to blame someone, and Sunghoon was as good a target as any.

Meanwhile, you had already called Jungwon to help you out. He said he’d get Woonhak out of the bushes and suggested you and Sunghoon head out of the house since it was getting way too crowded.

So, you agreed. Now, you were sitting on the balcony with Sunghoon beside you—completely wasted, his shirt half-dry, half-wet, while you were barefoot and trying not to look like a mess. And, in the midst of all this chaos, there was just one thought running through your mind: I should’ve stayed home.

“I’m so… so sorry, Y/n,” Sunghoon mumbled, barely getting the words out as he leaned heavily against the wall. His face was pale as he’d just emptied his entire stomach.

“It’s fine. These things happen,” you replied, trying to steady your breathing and avoid focusing too much on the situation.

“No, really.” His gaze met yours, his eyes soft and unfocused, and despite everything, you found yourself noticing how round and gentle they looked. “You never come to these parties… I feel like I ruined it for you.”

“You didn’t,” you reassured him. “You were just trying to help.” You weren’t sure if Sunghoon was the type to cry when he drank too much, but you figured it was better not to find out.

“I just wanted to get closer to you,” he admitted quietly, the words broken up by a hiccup.

You handed him the cup of water you’d brought over, watching as he accepted it like it was some grand gesture. The vulnerability in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed.

“Why?” you asked softly.

“Because Jay’s close to you, and he’s not your brother's BFF. I am.” His expression twisted into a slight pout, and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh.

“Right,” you said, giving his knee a gentle pat. “But I think you’re more like Jungwon’s best friend, Sunghoon.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Really?”

You smiled, knowing he probably wouldn’t remember any of this tomorrow—and honestly, you hoped he wouldn’t. You just wanted to him not feel so bad aboud the fact that he just threw up at your shoes.

At this point, Jake had fully committed to getting obliterated tonight. So, he and Heeseung knocked back a couple of vodka shots and decided to light up a joint on the balcony. As they stepped outside, Jake was on a mission to find a quiet corner, but then he saw you again. With Sunghoon. This time, he wasn’t half-naked, but that didn’t stop Jake from being pissed.

Without thinking, Jake stormed off, leaving Heeseung standing there, completely baffled by what was going on with his best friend.

“Is he bothering you?” Jake snapped, glaring down at you and Sunghoon. His eyes flicked to your bare feet. “You need shoes? I can get Yeonjun to grab you some.”

“No, he’s not bothering me. And no, thanks,” you shot back, annoyed.

Jake realized then that he had definitely had more to drink than he could handle. And seeing you with Sunghoon like that? Not helping.

“Well, because he’s always bothering. He’s gonna show up at practice on Monday hungover, and gonna mess everything up,” Jake mumbled, drunk as a skunk.

“What?!” You stared at him, incredulous. “You’re gonna be just as hungover on Monday! Why are you beefing on him like that?”

“Is he your friend?” Jake asked, slurring the words a little too much.

“Well, no—” You started to answer, but then someone screamed from the front of the house.

“The cops are coming!”

Panic spread like wildfire. Everyone started running around like chickens, and when you tried to help Sunghoon stand, you got hit with another surprise.

Jake. Threw. Up.

This time, not on you.

But on Sunghoon’s feet.

You froze. Is this real life? You thought. Are the introvert Gods punishing me for turning down a quiet Mario Kart night and takeout?

Your brain kicked into survival mode. You grabbed Sunghoon and Jake, half-dragging them toward a room. As you tried to remember where the hell Woonhak was, you spotted a basement door. Without missing a beat, you ran toward it.

You flung open the door, dragged the two of them inside, and Sunghoon collapsed on the bed and passed out immediately.

The room was clearly a student’s lair—posters of bands you’d never heard of and manly stuff you couldn’t care less about, but whatever. You had bigger problems.

Jake, meanwhile, had found a trash can and was busy making sure it was filled to the brim with his own vomit. You stood there, completely stunned, trying to process the insanity. Your brother’s best friend was face down on a random bed, unconscious. The college quarterback who hated Sunghoon’s guts was puking into someone else’s trash can. You were barefoot, in a party you never wanted to be at, with cops outside because the place was literally bursting at the seams.

And oh yeah, your cousin was still stuck in the bushes.

Was he? Did Jungwon help him out?

And now, you were trapped in that basement. And you didn't know what to do.

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author's note: HEY GUYS this is the first pov i write, sorry this is longer than usual 😭 btw this is pure chaos and it happened something really similar to a friend of mine, believe it or not. anyways!! hope you guys enjoy it 🤍

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[fishfooddude]

Drunken Escapades Brought Us Here

The long-awaited part 2 to Drunken Escapades.

After finding out about what happened with Mikey, Carmy had to claim what was his.

The Bear MasterList

Directory

Part 1

Carmy was upset about what had been revealed at Syd’s the other night. He didn’t say anything that would insinuate that he was upset about Mikey feeling you up nine years ago but was withdrawn. 

“Hey baby, can you come by the restaurant this afternoon to help with some paperwork?” Carmy inquired that morning. He was in the middle of changing his clothes, and you could barely hear what he’d been saying as you stared at his shirtless torso, which was decorated with his simple black and grey tattoos. “Thanks.” he grinned. You swallowed softly, silently wishing he’d push you against the wall and attack your pussy with his fingers as he’d done before Syd’s get-together. 

“You okay, baby?” Carmy chuckled, his words bringing you out of your daydream. “Yeah… my mind was just elsewhere. I’ll be by at like 3,” you answered. Carmy nodded and quickly closed the distance between the two of you. His palms leaned against your shared bed as he kissed your lips delicately. It was short and sweet, leaving you longing for more.

Carmy had been having a pretty average day. It wasn’t particularly busy, and everything seemed to be going smoothly enough- until Chuckie and Chi-Chi showed up to help Ebraham with the sandwich window. Richie couldn’t keep his mouth shut about you being ‘puke-girl,’ Carmy tried to ignore the snickers and loud laughter, “It’s like why Carmy got Mikey’s hand-me-downs.” “That’s fucked, asshole,” “Mikey didn’t even get laid that night,” “If she didn’t puke on him- he woulda. Guy was a fuckin’ pimp.” Carmy rolled his eyes as he overheard the conversation. He opted to make his presence known and fully walk into the kitchen. Chuckie stopped talking and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. Chi-Chi looked everywhere except at Carmy. Richie cleared his throat and exited the kitchen to return to the front of house. 

The tension in the kitchen was thick enough to cut with a cleaver. You noted it as you slipped your headphones off your head and around your neck. Syd noticed your presence and gave you a small smile before nudging her head toward the closed office door. You looked around the kitchen, noticing how Chuckie and Chi-Chi went out of their way not to look at you. “Fuckin’ Richie,” you muttered under your breath as you went to the office. 

You dropped your tote bag on the floor by the door as you walked into the office, “Hi honey.” you greeted Carmy cheerfully, hoping the tension from the kitchen had stayed in there and miraculously dodged your boyfriend entirely. Your hope was immediately squashed when Carmy looked up at you briefly- no smile, no greeting, no thank you. With another eye roll, you closed the short distance between where you stood and where he sat. You stood behind Carmy and glanced at the computer monitor before resting your chin on the top of his head and letting your arms drape over his shoulders, hands settling on his chest. “Dam. I don’t even get a ‘hello’?” you scoffed. Carmy shifted in his chair, making you raise your chin off of his head to allow him to put his head back to look at you from the most unflattering angle humanly possible. “Sorry, baby… stressful day…” he excused as he pecked your chin. 

“I need to finish some prep—are you good by yourself, baby?” Carmy asked as you situated yourself at the desk. You nodded swiftly and turned your attention to the open window on the monitor before you. “This shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours…” you trailed off as Carmy noted your mild annoyance. He sighed to himself before exiting the office and slipping his apron back on over his head. He tightened the waist ties around himself and heard Syd call for him.

“Yo. Are you good?” Carmy asked as he quickly walked toward Syd’s prep station. “Coffee run. You or Y/N want anything?” she asked as she removed her apron. Carmy shook his head. “Ight. I’ll be back before the staff meeting.” Syd nodded as she swiftly walked back to the lockers to grab her jacket and bag. Carmy paused and looked around the kitchen, noticing the lack of employees, “Where’d everyone go?” he questioned Syd as she adjusted the strap of her tote bag on her shoulder. She shrugged, “Break time.” she pointed over to the clock. Carmy noted the time as Syd exited the kitchen. He had at least 45 minutes before anyone came back for dinner service.

You hadn’t been working long when Carmy returned to the office. You’d shed your jacket and pulled your hair up, clipping it into a messy bun at the back of your head. Carmy grunted at the sight before him; your exposed shoulders and collarbone tantalized him. You didn’t notice him until your chair was yanked to face him. You were startled by his sudden presence. “The hell-” your words were cut off as Carmy’s lips crashed down on yours. The kiss was surprising and fueled by a hunger you didn’t expect. As Carmy’s tongue invaded your mouth, you felt his hands firmly grip your waist before pulling you out of your chair. You stumbled to your feet and fell against Carmy’s chest. He stepped backward, moving toward the tan loveseat against the wall. Carmy sat down, breaking away from the passionate lip lock. You whined as you felt his lips leave yours. Carmy looked at you hungrily, “Be my good girl, baby.”

You bit your lip and slowly nodded as Carmy’s knees spread, creating a space for you to sink into. Your hands moved to the fabric covering Carmy’s crotch. A soft sigh escaped his lips as you ran your fingers down one of his thighs. The sound made your core squeeze around nothing. Feeling empty and immensely horny, you moved your hands to the button of Carmy’s jeans. Your fingers were nimble with undoing the button and quickly pulling his zipper down. Carmy followed your league and lifted his hips to push his jeans and boxers down just enough to release his growing length. You felt your mouth salivate at the sight as your hand went to the base of his cock. You looked up at Carmy through your eyelashes longingly. Carmy looked down at you with hazy, lust-filled eyes, “You know what to do, baby.” he swallowed as you brought his tip to your lips. You giggled before gently spitting. You watched as your saliva rolled down the length of his cock to your fingers. 

As you took the head of Carmy’s cock into your mouth, you slowly began sucking and tonguing the sensitive skin. You took more of him in your mouth, causing a harsh whimper to escape Carmy’s mouth. Your mouth and hand worked in tantum to get him off. The office quickly filled with Carmy’s soft, unapologetic moan. His hands moved to the back of your head. He took the clip out of your hair and grasped your hair in a makeshift bun before forcing your head down, making you gag as his cock pushed deeper into your mouth and down your throat. “Fuck, baby. You’re takin’ me so well.” he managed to get out. Carmy pulled your mouth completely off of his cock. You panted as Carmy smirked down at you. “Who does your mouth belong to, baby?” he goaded as he pulled your head farther back. You licked your lips before responding with a whimper, “You, Daddy.” 

Your response went straight to Carmy’s cock; he ached to cum in your mouth, knowing he didn’t have time to cum in your tight warm cunt. He eased his grip on your hair, and you moved to take him into your mouth again. Your head bobbed up and down the tip of his cock, hitting the back of your throat with each downward stroke. With one of your hands occupied holding the base of his cock, the other moved to fumble with his balls, low muffled moans filled the room as Carmy’s orgasm approached. “Fuck.” Carmy mumbled as his grip on your hair tightened. His hips bucked slightly as his orgasm approached. You groaned as the ache between your legs grew. You wanted nothing more than for Carmy to bend you over his desk and take what belonged to him- but having him cum in your mouth was enough for now. 

Globs of semen erupted down your throat as Carmy held your head still, “Oh, fuck.” Carmy grunted as his head fell back against the back of the loveseat. As the hot, salty liquid hits your taste buds, you close your eyes. As you swallowed, Carmy’s grip on your hair loosened, and you pulled your mouth away from his deflating cock. With one last soft kiss over the slit of his tip, Carmy sighed in relief. You pushed yourself up from your knees and settled on the loveseat beside Carmy. He lazily lifted his hips and pulled his boxers and pants up in one swift movement. 

“What was that about?” you quizzed as you let your hand fall to Carmy’s chest before scooting yourself closer to him. Carmy paused; he snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you onto his lap before softly kissing your temple. “Richie couldn’t keep his fuckin’ mouth shut. Chi-Chi and Chucky were bein’ assholes…” 

You frowned and moved a hand to Carmy’s cheek before gently nudging his face in your direction to look into his eyes lovingly, “Are you jealous about what happened with Mikey? I didn’t even have sex with him, Carm.”

Carmy groaned, “I know… I just don’t like knowing that other guys- ya know…” 

You nodded understandingly, “I get it, love.” 

Carmy looked at you and pouted slightly. You giggled and kissed the tip of his nose. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t like the idea of you being with other girls. You’re all mine, and no one gets to take you from me.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I love you, Carmen. We’ve been together for what five years?” Carmy nodded, and you kissed his lips softly, “You’re the only guy I want.” 

[mj-iza-writer]

Warning: Forced self cannibalism and cannibalism. Wing mutilation and amputation.

Fresh blood trickled down Whumpee's back as they leaned weakly against a wall.

Moving hurt too much, even breathing felt like they were tearing their back apart more.

Their wings were the only thing Whumpee could think about.

The muscles that worked the wings sent shock waves of pain through Whumpee's back.

"It's like they're crying. They feel empty", Whumpee's breath hitched.

Their feathers scattered the floor around them. They had lost quite a few because of stress.... and nervous preening.

They shook as they reached for one of the feathers. Tears flooded their eyes as they cuddled it close.

Whumper carried a plate in and set it down by Whumpee.

"I thought you'd be hungry after losing that much blood", Whumper smirked, "just some leftovers from my dinner."

Whumpee side glanced the plate, "I'm not interested."

"Oh, come on, they taste really good", Whumper chuckled, "I didn't do anything to them. Those are from my plate. They're fresh to. You need something to eat to regain your strength."

Whumpee cautiously reached for the plate and grabbed a small piece of meat.

"Is this chicken?", Whumpee smelt it before taking a bite.

"Well, kind of", Whumper smirked, "it is wings from a bird like creature."

Whumpee stopped mid chew, "what?", they squealed.

"Your wings are delicious, aren't they?", Whumper laughed.

"I'm going to throw up", Whumpee threw the food away from them and leaned forward to puke.

The movements caused their back to tear open the scab that formed on their back. More blood oozed down.

"Why? Why did you cut them off?", Whumpee yelled.

"I was tired of trimming your feathers, and you fighting me. Plus I was hungry", Whumper picked up the plate, "you eat these or I force feed you. Your choice, my hard work making these won't go to waste."

Whumpee looked at the plate, "I can't eat my own wings. Please, don't make me."

"You didn't even take care of them. Look at all the feathers everywhere. You pulled them off yourself", Whumper yelled, "eat."

"You did this. You did all of this", Whumpee yelled back.

Whumper slapped Whumpee before picking up another piece of the meat and forcing Whumpee's mouth open.

Whumpee sobbed as they were forced to eat their own body.

Blood loss was getting to Whumpee. They thought they saw Caretaker opening the door and running to them.

Everything was blurry.

What was being said? Everything sounded like echoes.

"Who's there?", Whumpee jumped suddenly, "please no more, I'll be good. Don't touch me."

"It's Caretaker. Shh, it's Caretaker", someone held down Whumpee's hands, "don't fight. We are here to save you."

"Car-Caretaker?", Whumpee whispered, "Caretaker... you're here for me?"

"Yes, you are safe now", Caretaker stopped and rubbed Whumpee's head to comfort them.

"M-my wings, they cut off my wings", Whumpee cried and tried to bury their head in Caretaker's body, "they cut them and ate them. They forced me to eat them."

Caretaker sat on the ground to comfort Whumpee. They saw some pieces of bone that had been tossed away. Feathers were everywhere... Whumpee's feathers.

"I'm sorry Whumpee. I am truly sorry", Caretaker frowned as their friend shook, "I wish I could have found you sooner."

Emergency responders worked around them.

"Where is Whumper?", Whumpee looked up fearfully.

"They are being arrested", Caretaker soothed, "you are safe now. I finally found you."

"Could you grab some of my feathers so I can keep them", Whumpee asked as they were loaded onto a gurney.

"Of course I can do that", Caretaker comforted, "these nice people are taking you to the hospital. I will be there soon to help you okay."

"Okay", Whumpee nodded, "please don't forget me."

"I won't Whumpee. I promise."

Caretaker gathered several feathers of different sizes and color patterns.

They were shown the leftovers of Whumpee's wings.

"This is a nightmare", Caretaker sighed as they patted the wings gently, "this person is sick minded. They will pay for this."

Caretaker quietly watched Whumpee sleep.

They had had a busy few hours as the doctors had to carefully take care of Whumpee. Anything done wrong to the avian's back could be disastrous, especially if the wings were able to grow back.

Whumpee winced as their eyes opened.

Their eyes darted around the room. Their field of view was limited due to not wanting to move.

"Caretaker?", Whumpee whispered.

"I'm right here", Caretaker quickly knelt beside them, "right here."

"What's going on?", Whumpee frowned.

"You just got out of surgery, you were under for a few hours. You are resting now", Caretaker knelt beside them, "do you have any pain?"

"Not right now", Whumpee frowned, "is it bad?"

"It's not great", Caretaker sighed, "but the doctor believes if your wings do grow back, you shouldn't have any problems."

"Even if they grow back, it will be years before I have them the way they were", Whumpee felt a tear form in their eye, "do you think they'll grow back?", Whumpee whispered.

"Honestly, I'm not sure. An avian having their wings cut at the base doesn't normally happen", Caretaker sighed, "whatever happens I will help you get through or try my best to help."

Caretaker looked down, "I am so sorry I didn't get to you sooner. You were so hard to find and I know that isn't a good excuse. I'm sorry."

Whumpee weakly held out their hand to Caretaker.

Caretaker gently held it.

"You tried your hardest. I appreciate you saving me", Whumpee smiled weakly.

"Here is, uh", Caretaker quickly wiped a tear away, "your feathers you requested, I hope the ones I grabbed are okay."

"Thankyou", Whumpee reached for a feather.

"The leftover parts of your wings and the rest of your feathers are being taken care of by the Avian Society. I didn't know what was best for your wings and feathers, I hope it's okay I trusted them to the leaders", Caretaker sighed.

"That's okay, they will probably destroy them", Whumpee frowned, "I'll receive the cremated remains."

"Are you okay with that?", Caretaker made a concerned look.

"That's normal, because of what we are, most of our bodies are cremated.... unless it's an honored person. Some avians believe those people are gods and follow them", Whumpee sadly rubbed their feather across their face, "we don't want the bodies of our people to be dug up and studied in years to come."

Caretaker nodded, "I guess that makes sense", Caretaker glanced at Whumpee's back, "you should get some more rest."

"I feel like I've been hit by a bus... do you think I can eat yet? My last meal was my wings, and I don't want that to be the only thing in my stomach."

"Let me ask your nurse, and I'll go get you something if they allow it", Caretaker stood.

Caretaker came back into Whumpee's room, but was startled to see a few winged people in Whumpee's room. They figured it was part of the Avain Council.

They all glanced at Caretaker.

"Sorry, I'll come back when you are...", Caretaker knew they weren't exactly welcomed, they put up with Caretaker because of Whumpee.

"Wait, you are Caretaker right. You saved Whumpee?", someone stepped closer.

"Y-yes sir, I was able to find them. I wish I could have found them sooner though", Caretaker frowned as they looked at Whumpee.

"Please come in, you're a hero for saving them. Please eat", another invited.

"Oh this is for Whumpee, they were hungry", Caretaker started to walk to the bed.

"Ah yes, thankyou for feeding them", they stepped back to allow room for Caretaker.

Caretaker knelt beside the bed, after a second of Whumpee struggling Caretaker started to help them eat.

"Thankyou", Whumpee smiled after swallowing a mouthful.

"You're welcome Whumpee. I'd do anything for you", Caretaker smiled.

"The council will leave now and allow you to eat and rest. Please let us know if you need anything. We will happily provide you with anything you need", they started to leave, "we will also return the remains of your wings to you when you return to your home."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou for visiting me."

Caretaker sighed as they got up and sat down.

"I hope that was okay. I wasn't exactly sure what to say to them", Caretaker frowned, "I get nervous around them."

"You did good, I think they will be showing you a lot more respect after this", Whumpee smiled weakly, "I wish I had my wings to cover me up, I'm a little chilly."

"Though your wings are softer, I hope this will suffice", Caretaker pulled up a blanket and covered Whumpee.

"Yes thankyou, and thank...you", Whumpee yawned, "for the food."

"Your welcome Whumpee, get some rest. I won't leave you", Caretaker smiled as Whumpee's eyes slowly closed, "I promise."

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[jaxteller87]

say my name

We moved in perfect sync, the rhythm of our bodies matching the beat of our hearts, which only went faster and faster. A few minutes earlier, I had Amber pinned against the wall, whispering how she was my good little plaything. That kind of shit drove her wild— and whatever drove her wild— drove me wild.

“Say my name, angel,” I growled into Amber’s ear.

“Jax,” she breathed, her voice was mixed with moans of desire and submission. She grabbed my ass, giving it a playful squeeze as I continuously plunged my manhood into her again and again.

Don’t you dare cum, I thought, struggling to hold back. She felt so good, too good.

“No, my love, what’s my name?” I panted.

“Papa,” she cooed. Her voice was like a sweet melody in my ear.

“That’s my naughty angel,” I growled again, relishing the power and intimacy of the moment.

Nearly half an hour later, we lay beside each other, basking in the afterglow. We sparked up a joint to feel a new high as we came down from the other one, and the room soon smelled of sex and smoke. The whole culmination of events was one of those moments you just think back on and go: Hell yeah…That was a good time— a great, fuckin’ time. You know, I never understood how people can use alcohol to get high— wait, let me rephrase that. I never understood how people enjoy the high they get from alcohol— it’s a shitty one that usually ends with puking your balls off, waking up somewhere strange, and fighting off a headache for the first few hours of the day. For me, it’s simple. Wake up, take a ride, lay pipe into Amber, and lay naked with her on the bed after, smoking some sweet Mary Jane. If you want to get high, that’s the way to blast off.

“I know I’ve said this a few times now, but the genie joke has been the best thing for our love life,” Amber sighed joyfully. She took a drag from the joint and handed it to me. Before she exhaled, she took a sip of her water and then blew the smoke out of her nose.

“Just consider yourself lucky I’m not one of those pathetic three-wish genies,” I joked.

Amber thought about it for a minute and then started laughing. “That’s true. If that were the case, I would have exhausted all my wishes the first hour I rubbed your lamp…”

“Yeah, you naughty, selfish little girl,” I teased, taking a good long toke.

We finished the J and snuggled up for a little before she started twirling my beard in her fingers. This usually meant she had something on her mind.

“What’s up, darlin’?”

“So, about those wishes…”

The next thing I knew, I was wearing the genie costume, slapping her ass, and calling her my good girl before having my way with her all over the bedroom. We were up against the wall, on the floor, on the bed— it was like the Jax and Amber World Tour because we were everywhere. What my lady wished for, she got. The ironic thing about it was I also got what I wanted out of the deal as well— and that was fucking the shit out of my girl.

After round two, we resorted back, relishing in the moment and catching our breaths.

“Do you need anything?” she asked, gently scratching my beard as I leaned down so she could kiss my forehead.

“I have everything I need,” I smirked, kissing her forehead, too, then pulling her closer to my bare body. We settled into each other’s arms. With the moonlight casting a soft glow in the bedroom, I traced my fingers up and down Amber’s arm.

“I wanted to ride the bull after, but that really took it out of me,” she chuckled, looking up at me.

“That’s okay,” I smirked, getting the joke. “If you want to call it at two rounds, we can save round three for next time. That’s perfectly fine. I’m more than content myself, but if you want to go again— as your personal sex genie, I’d have to oblige.”

Amber giggled and playfully pinched my nipple, which made me jump a little. “I love you, Papa. I’m so glad you’re mine.”

“Always and forever, my darlin’ angel.”

A few days later, Amber and I were getting ready to shower when I noticed what looked like a faint bruise on her butt.

“Amber, what is that? Is that a bruise on your ass?” I asked. Then it dawned on me. I did this.

“Crap,” she sighed.

“Amber Lynn, did I hurt you and you haven’t told me?” I huffed as we stood in the bathroom. We had been over this before, and I wasn’t impressed that she had kept it from me.

“Yeah, but—”

“No buts, Amber!”

“You’re right; you’ll probably just slap it,” she jokingly said under her breath, trying to be funny.

It was a little funny, but I didn’t crack a smile because I was trying to be upset.

“Amber Lynn! Excuse me?” I scoffed. 

Her expression quickly went from surprised and humored to shocked and angry. “Excuse me? How old do you think I am, Jackson Teller?”

“What? I’m sorry, I—”

“No, you listen to me, buck-o! I understand you’re upset, but you will not talk to me like I’m a five-year-old. You don’t get to put a handprint on my ass, then scold me about it, mister!”

Shit. She was right. Okay, maybe I overreacted, as I tend to do, but looking at my Mom and Clay, it’s no wonder. “You’re right, darlin’.”

“God Damn right, I’m right!”

“Look, I’m sorry, but I thought we had an agreement about that kind of stuff.”

Amber sighed and didn’t say anything for a minute, like she was holding her real thoughts back. “It’s more like you agreed and forced me to go along with it.”

“Amber, it’s for your own safety!”

“Don’t you think I get that, Jax? But for fuck-sake, I don’t like having to go cry about every little boo-boo to someone; I’ve been having to do that shit my whole life. Sometimes, it’s nice to just have secrets with yourself. It’s bad enough I have doctors gawking over me half the time, and now you come in here yelling at me like I’m some toddler sneaking cookies before dinner.”

“Not just some toddler sneaking cookies,” I replied jokingly, trying to diffuse the situation. “But you’re my toddler sneaking cookies before dinner…”

Amber fought to hold back her smile at my stupid attempt to make her laugh. “I’m sorry too, but damn, you know? Let a girl live a little. It wasn’t medically threatening or anything; it’s a freakin’ black and blue mark— and a small, faded one at that.”

 “I know, babe, and I will. It’s just that I told you a year ago when we took our relationship to the next level: no pain. That was a hard limit for me, especially with your disability. I know you can’t handle what most can.”

“Most?” she scoffed.

“How many asses have you slapped?”

“Not counting the guys in the Club?” I joked, trying to sway her off the topic of my past relationships.

“You know what, Jax— I don’t think I want to know the answer to that.”

“Well, if you want to know how many asses I smacked since we’ve been together, or as a genie— then the answer is one.”

“Come here,” she encouraged me to come closer with her finger.

When I bent down to her, she slapped me across the face.

“Ow! What the hell, babe?” It wasn’t hard, but it definitely caught me off guard. It was more playful than anything, but it was an authentic smack.

“There, you bruised an ass, and now I bruised an ass,” Amber smirked.

“Ha-ha. Okay. I deserved that, all things considered,” I rubbed my cheek and jaw.

“Are you done being a turd?” she asked.

“Maybe. For now, at least,” I replied like a smartass. “But to be fair, you agreed to the rule: no pain.”

“First of all, Mr. Teller, you didn’t hurt me. Some people just bruise easily.”

“Yeah, but not you,” Jax responded.

“Easier than most, you know that, but still—”

“No, but still—”

“Jax, you didn’t haul off and hit me to mean it. I think my exact words were, ‘Papa, please, more,’ or something along those lines, I don’t remember; I was horned up, hot, and in the moment,” Amber said, rolling her eyes at me again. “And I was able to sit in my wheelchair all week with no problems. If you had spanked me hard enough that I couldn’t sit comfortably, I swear I would have said, ‘Hey, we need to tone it down a bit.’”

“You swear?” I asked, looking at the faint bruise.

“I swear, babe,” she said, meaning it as I helped her into the tub. “And I’m glad this happened. And if I’m being honest, this is probably an indication that we should use a paddle, only hands, because I’m nervous that if you actually swatted my ass with something, it would actually hurt me.”

“I agree. If my hand did that just being playful, I can only imagine what a paddle or whip would do.”

“Ooh! A whip!” her eyes lit up.

“Babe. No.”

“I’m joking. But seriously, I mean it, Teller. I’m fine,” she said, looking up at me, giving my beard a gentle scratch.

“I believe you,” I smiled, resting my head on the wall. Amber sighed, resting her head on my chest as we soaked in the tub. “So, you really slapped me in the face a minute ago.”

“Yeah,” Amber giggled. “I did, didn’t I?”

“Yeah. You absolutely did,” I paused. It still kind of stung a little. “But it was kind of hot.”

“It definitely was,” she agreed.

Well, isn’t that just great— a new kink unlocked.

[kayyybenson]

Sick - Nick Amaro

    I stood closely behind Nick as he interrogated the suspect. He wanted me to stay behind him, just in case he tries to attack us. He was a step up from the shitty partner I had in Atlanta, and I loved it, Amanda always teased me claiming I had a 'crush' on him. But that's just what twins do to each other, we're not identical appearance-wise, but personality-wise we're practically the same.

    "You know we found your DNA on the victim right?" Nick dropped his voice to seem threatening.

    "I didn't rape her. I promise."

    "Then why did we find your semen in her!?" I yelled.

    "I don't know!" I suddenly felt nauseous. I'm assuming I went pale because Nick turned to me, concerned.

    "Y/N?" Nick slowly approached me, but I scooted to a corner to throw up the lunch that cost me $20. "Yikes, you good?"

    "I don't know." I gasped. He led me out of the room. Amanda and Carisi took our place. 

    He handed me the trash can that was next to his desk. "Maybe you should go home, you are clearly under the weather."

    "No-" I threw up again. "I'm fine."

    "Girl, if you don't go home I am personally going to sedate you and drop you off in the middle of nowhere." Fin cut in.

    "Jesus Fin," I mumbled, head still in the trashcan.

    "Take the rest of the day off Rollins," Liv gave me a concerned look.

    "Which one?" She did not like that joke, I groaned and grabbed the keys to Amanda's car, we carpooled today, something we usually don't do. "Tell Mandy I'm taking the car."

    "You are not driving when you can't keep your food in your stomach." Nick protested grabbing the keys from me.

    "Wha-hey!" I yelled trying to get them back, I guess I moved too fast because I retreated back to my chair and threw up once again.

    "Amanda will be taking you home," Liv said. "You both can go, just stop puking in my squad room." I let out a long groan and let Amanda drag me by the arm. Once we got to our apartments she opened my door and led me to the couch. 

    "I told you the eggs were bad." she chuckled, I groaned and threw a pillow at her. Our apartments were conjointed so she unlocked the middle door and Franny ran in jumping onto me. 

    "Hey, girl! Oh, I missed you! Hi, baby." I hugged her and rubbed her fur. Eventually, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge, hoping to get rid of the nausea. When I just felt sicker I stared at the open fridge "Screw it." I grabbed a bottle of wine, not even bothering to pour it into a cup before drinking some, and falling to the couch.

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    "Hey Y/N." 

    "Hey, Mandy." She dropped a bag onto my counter. "What's that?"

    "I went shopping, Nick is coming in with some bags too. He wanted to check on you." She smirked at me before leaving for her apartment, Franny following close behind. Nick walked in soon after, carrying two more bags.

    "You know you shouldn't drink wine when you're sick." I flipped him off and he smiled. "Amanda said you liked (Flavor) ice cream and (Favorite Candy), so we got some of that. And this. He pulled out a huge stuffed animal.

    "What is that?" 

    "A get well soon teddy bear." I covered my mouth and chuckled. "What?"

    "Nicky, it's just food poisoning." He pushed the stuffed animal towards me anyway.

    "Take it, Amanda said you have a stuffie collection." My face got hot and I avoided eye contact.

    "What-I-I have no idea-" I ran to the bathroom and puked again. 

    "Just food poisoning my ass." He stood behind me, pulling my hair into a ponytail. Once I was done he led me to my bedroom and pushed all my stuffed animals off to the side. I laid down and he tucked me in, setting some water on the nightstand. He went to walk off but I grabbed his hand.

    "No, stay. Please,"

    "Y/N, there are stuffed animals everywhere, there's nowhere for me to go." I kicked them all off my bed and pat the empty space. He gave me a look and laid next to me.

    "You smell expensive," He chuckled and pulled me close to his body, he was warm, and his breathing was calming. "Nick?"

    "Yeah Y/N?"

    "Why do you care so much?"

    "Excuse me?"

    "You heard me."

    "Well, there's a lot of reasons."

    "Go on."

    "After hearing about how shitty your old partner was I guess I wanted to make sure you have a good experience at SVU, but somewhere in there..... I fell in love."

    "With who?" I felt nauseous again and bolted to the bathroom. "Ah, shit!" I yelled when I stubbed my toe. 

    "I fell in love with you. Look at you, you're gorgeous, I'm glad you and Amanda aren't identical, one is enough." I couldn't hold my laugh in and ended up rolling on the bathroom floor.

    "I love you too Nick," I said once I stopped laughing, he leaned in for a kiss but I stopped him. "Nah-uh. Still sick."

[stillsaltyaboutmcr]

They get like this when they’re drunk: Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin

I had an idea where the reader and Phoenix have to take care of the boys of Dagger Squad at the Hard Deck and they all have little secret quirks when they’re all drunk but the reader gets stuck dealing with Brad and Jake and now Y/N is stuck in a love triangle

(i hope that explanation made sense)

Warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing, heavy touching (non sexual), exhausted reader, Phoenix laughing at you 24/7 when you turn into a babysitter for two grown men, Rooster being very flirty (a little sexual)

Every Saturday night, the Dagger Swuad went out to the Hard Deck to celebrate making it another week.

It was a way for us all to let loose and have fun without the stress of the Navy on us.

But this meant that some members got a little too heavy with their drinking, aka, the boys.

Phoenix and I usually flipped a coin to see who took care of who and I usually got lucky. Fanboy, Payback and Coyote were easy to take care of. Coyote usually got the munchies when he was drunk, so I would make a stop at a Mcdonald’s or something alike to get him food and he’d pass out, like a toddler. Fanboy usually had to be pulled off the dance floor, but he’s get a McFlurry and constantly tell me how much he loves me for buying him ice cream and that I’m the best mom ever, even though hes 2 years older than me. Payback liked to hit on girls, so you’d have to apologize and pull him away and repeatedly tell him ���you don’t even know her name.”

He’s rebuttle and say “It’s Kathy!” But every girl’s name was Kathy if you catch my drift. But he’s usually comply and immediately pass out as soon before you could even start your car.

Phoenix usually got stuck dealing with Rooster and Hangman, who according to her are a handful. I pray the day for me to take care of them never comes, and tonight is no different.

When the coin flipping occurred earlier this morning, I got my usual 3 boys and she groaned. “Why can’t you take them this once, give me a break?”

“Because my 3 are easy, I get them some food and they take naps until I drop them off. It’s a breeze! I don’t ever wanna give that up!” She furrowed her brows and pointed at me.

“One day, you’ll get stuck with them and I’ll laugh. It’ll be the best day of my life watching you tackle that chaos.”

But alas, here we were, quickly approaching the time of the night where the boys crossed the threshold of tipsy to drunk. Fanboy was already dancing his little heart out and Payback was already hunting down his next Kathy. I always kept an eye on those 3 so I could swoop in and get them out as quickly as possible.

I was nursing a margarita, sat at the bar talking to Penny when Phoenix came up to me. “Hey, Coyote just puked everywhere, I have to take him home. I’ll be back though to retrieve Roos and Hangman.” I nodded and told her good luck. She had just lightened my load and saved me a stop, so I couldn’t complain. Penny sent one of her employees over to clean his mess as we continued our conversation.

I explained to her how Phoenix and I watch the boys and take them home. She laughed. “You both flip a coin to see who you babysit?? Let alone, you’re babysitting fully grown men?” She covered her face with her hand, still snickering as I explained how they all acted once drunk.

“That’s priceless! I couldn’t imagine having to babysit-“ Just before she could finish hee sentence, we both turn to see Maverick fall off his barstool, taking his beer bottle with him with a crash. “I take that back, looks like I can imagine babysitting a fully grown man. Be right back.” She tossed her towel over hee shoulder and walked off to help Maverick off the ground. I couldn’t help but chuckle. He was obviously very out of it, the alcohol showing it’s full effect.

“Hey, where’s Nat?” A slur of words appeared behind me and there was Hangman, a beer in hand. He had to be well done for. His eyes were glazed over and he had a permanent smirk etched on his face, but his words were slurred beyond belief.

“She had to take Coyote home, she’ll be back to come get you and Rooster.” I stood up and faced him, deciding I should probably keep an eye on everyone since Phoenix was gone for the time being.

“Oh, thank you, you’re the best.” Hangman brought me in for a hug, wrapping his arms around my waist. It was sudden and out of nowhere, leaving me in shock. He bummed contently and added, “You’re very warm, it’s quite nice.” I sat there in his arms for a minute, patting his back lightl, waiting for a release that never came. I slightly tried to step away but he whined and his grip became tighter. “Nooo-“

“Hangman, you gotta let me go dude.”

“But I don’t wannnaaa.” Oh. My. God. Hangman was a Level 5 clinger when he’s drunk. He was a fucking cuddler!! Big, tough and scary Hangman turned into a softy when drunk! You loved this revelation and would totally use it to your advance at work.

“Hangman, buddy, you gotta let go.” You finally managed to push him off and he pouted.

“Fiiine. But I’ll be back for more hugs!” He walked away and you were left baffled. This was NOT the Hangman you knew. Coming back for more hugs? Who the fuck was this guy?

You continued on with your night, eventually making your way to the dance floor. You hadn’t seen Phoenix come back and to think about it, you hadn’t seen Fanboy or Payback either for awhile. You decided to text the group to see if anyone would respond with their location when you saw the text.

Tasha

‘I took Payback and Fanboy too. We’re still at Coyote’s, he’s really sick. I’m so sorry hun, it’s your turn to deal with Brad and Jake. xoxo”

Oh my god, she totally screwed you over. You looked up in a panic to try to find the two boys. You located Hangman with no issue, he was talking to Penny at the bar, probably getting another drink, but could not find Rooster anywhere. You started to panic and type a text to Phoenix to see if she took him too when two arms wrapped around your waist from behind and pick you up, slinging you over the shoulder of the stranger and walking you outside to the patio before setting you down.

“Hey gorgeous.” Bradley was the mystery man. “Thought we could get some alone time.” Bradley was a flirt, of course he was. No wonder Phoenix had begged you to take them. Jake was a clinger and Bradley was a flirt. You could only imagine what hell you’ll be in once you have to tackle both at the same time later.

“Rooster, you scared the shit out of me!!” You hit his arm and he quickly covered the impact spot with his hand, sarcastically wincing. “What are you doing?”

“I’m just trying to see if a fine lady like you would wanna get out of here?” You sighed and punched the bridge of your nose.

“Brad-“

“Listen, no one has to know C/S. I’m really glad Phoenix took everyone, because now you and I can go have some one on one.” He took a step closer to you. “I’ve been meaning to ask you for awhile. I see you at work all the time in that flight suit, the way it hugs your-“

“Bradley!!” You stopped him before he could continue. “I think you’re cut off for tonight. Give me your credit card, I’m closing your tab.”

“But baby, don’t you wanna go have a dance?” You rolled your eyes and decided to just reach into his pant pocket and take his whole wallet. “Woah!! At least let me take you to dinner first sugar! No need to rush right into my pants, but if you want it that bad, just say so.” He stepped closer once again but you put your hand out and placed it on his chest.

“Stay right here, I’ll be back.”

“Ooo, okay honey. I’ll be waiting.” He shot you a wink before you headed in to collect Hangman’s wallet and close all three of your tabs. You were at the bar, closing yours and Rooster’s when a warm presence came up behind you, arms resting on your shoulders, breath on your neck.

“Hi Hangman.” You didn’t even need to look. Peggy took the two cards and you turned around to give yourself some space. “Can I have your card? I’m closing out tabs so I can take you and Rooster home.” He smiled and handed over his card.

“Can we drop Rooster off first? I really want you to stay over so I can hold you all night. You’re so warm and comforting and I can’t keep my eyes off of you.” You turned around and gave Penny his card and put yours and Rooster’s back.

“No, I have errands to run in the morning so I need to get home as soon as possible so I can get good sleep.” You heard him whine behind you. He placed himself on you again, resting his head on top of yours. You sighed as you signed for him. Turning around and pushing him off once again, you gave him his card back and took his arm so you could go retrieve Rooster and get the hell out of here.

Rooster was right where you left him and when he saw Hangman trailing behind you, his smirked. “You wanna bring another man into this huh? New to me but whatever gets you in the mood sugar.” You rolled your eyes as you dragged both of them to your car and practically shoving them in the backseat.

The whole carride consisted of Rooster making innuendos and Hangman whining about not being able to reach you.

You dropped Rooster off and Hangman took the chance to move to the front seat while you were away helping Rooster get inside. You cursed yourself for not dropping him off first. “Mm, finally.” He rested his head on your shoulder and his right hand traced up and down your thigh while the left hand rested under his chin. He stayed like that, making content little noises. “I love you.”

You about crashed when it came flying out of his mouth. You pulled up to a stoplight and looked down, he was unphased like saying that was an everyday occurance for him. Where did that come from?

You quickly pulled up to his house and got him to the front door and he wouldn’t let you go, begging you to come inside and stay so he could hold you a little longer. You were able to step away and give yourself space before he said it again, “I love you, I really do.” He seemed like a lovesick puppy. You had no clue how many times he’s done this to Phoenix, or how many times Rooster’s hit on her like he did to you at the bar. You finally understood why they were such a handful.

You got him in and headed home when your phone rang. “Hey girl, what’s up?”

It was Phoenix.

“Well I was calling to check in on you, see how things are going?” You could hear a very miserable Coyote in the background, Fanboy giving him small reassurances. It was quite funny to be honest.

“I just dropped off Hangman, I’m man free and headed home.”

“How’d it go?”

“Well,” you started laughing. “Rooster tried to hit on me, telling me how good my flight suit hugged my body and made all these innuendos. He kept telling me how he’d been waiting for forever to admit that he’d had his eyes on me for awhile.”

“Wait what?”

You thought you’d broken up during your explanation, so you began again when she stopped you. “No, no, I heard you. I’m just shocked. He’s never been like that. He usually hits on me a little but it’s more just asking for a dance and calling me baby. He’s never confessed something nor commented on my body.”

“Well, he’s probably scared of you Nat.” You chuckled trying to make an excuse.

“Do you think he was telling the truth?”

You swallowed hard, hoping she was joking. “No, maybe he just had more to drink than usual.”

“I-“ she sighed. “What about Hangman?”

“He’s a Level 5 clinger.”

Her laugh rang through the phone, “Oh, I know. He is so touchy it’s adorable.”

“I totally plan on using it for blackmail. He tried to get me to stay over so he could ‘hold me more’. He also told me he loves me twice.”

“He said he loves you??”

“Please tell me he does that to you too.”

“Uh…no, nor does he ask me to stay over. He usually just whines because he wants cuddles.

“Fuck.”

“You know Y/N, drunk words are sober thoughts.”

“Shut up, they do not feel that way towards me. They were drunk, that’s all Nat.” You did not want to be caught up in this mess, especially with those two.

“You never know, but hey, Coyote’s throwing up again, I gotta go. Get some rest girl, thanks for taking them!” She hung up just as you were pulling up to your place.

Could they really feel that way towards you? Or was it just the alcohol talking?

[enjoy-the-butterf1ies]

Everywhere, Everything- CL16 (Chapter 1/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female!reader

Series Summary: In which a rising singer gets her biggest break yet; opening at the Austin Grand Prix. All record companies would have their eyes on her- along with a certain monegasque driver.

Trope: Slow burn with a mix of other tropes in there (He fell first, one bed, roommates, all the good ones!)

Chapter Summary: This could be the start of her music career. All she had to do was impress the crowd- Which, for a certain driver, was a very easy feat.

Warnings: Cussing, alcohol mention, probably typos 🫣

“Shit, shit, shit!” You muttered under your breath, frantically tuning your guitar. You took a few deep breaths, struggling to slow your heartbeat to a normal pace. “I’m running so behind, Diana!” You cried into your phone.

Diana, your god-sent manager, perked up on the other line. “Girl you made it to the stage in time, that’s all that matters! Go out there and give it your all!” She chirped in an effort to calm you.

It wasn’t working.

“I didn’t even have time to stop by my hotel room, the plane was delayed so badly,” You huffed, tightening the last string on your guitar. “I had to set all of my suitcases backstage. It’s mortifying. Security watched me like I was smuggling a bomb in here.”

Diana let out a hearty chuckle and you silently cursed her for laughing in a time like this. “Y/N, deep breaths. Yes this is a horrible start to the gig but you’ll turn it around completely.” She said confidently. “I wouldn’t have booked you here if I didn’t think you were capable.”

Capable. The word seemed impossible to you right now.

“Diana, there’s thousands of people here. I might actually puke.” You felt your stomach churn at the thought. Yes, you were eternally grateful for this gig. It was the Austin Grand Prix for fucks sake- One of the biggest racing events in America. Fast cars, passionate fans, talented drivers, hell, you felt so out of place. You were simply an opening act for one of the headlining bands, but still. This was the biggest thing you’ve done in your life. “What if I screw up a song?”

Diana sighed, static trickled with her breath. “You are literally one of the most talented musicians I’ve met. And I’m not just saying that to say it.” She added. You swallowed at the words, knowing she was honest. “You’re gonna capture the hearts of everyone in that crowd as soon as you open your mouth, trust me. You don’t have a single thing to worry about.”

Your eyes flicked to the time at the corner of your screen, heart skipping a beat. “I got one minute till I go on stage,” You muttered, frozen. “Thank you Diana, truly. For everything.”

“Don’t even mention it, go out there and kick ass!” She cheered you on. Truly your biggest fan. “I’ll be watching on TV. Call me after the show or else!” And with a click, she hung up.

You could hear the crowd from behind the curtains, cheering for the entertainment to start. You swallowed whatever fears you had and pushed them deep down. This is it. All you had to do is what you do best. Music.

And with those affirmative words, your guitar in hand, and one final deep breath- you stepped out on stage.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

“And there’s the man of the evening!!” Charles heard a booming voice behind him. He tensed up, knowing what was coming. There’s only one person in the Ferarri garage with that energy. Carlos grabbed his shoulders and shook the monegasque like crazy. “P2, oh yesss boy!”

Charles couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m very glad with that result.” He said happily. He really needed this win. Ferrari’s strategies seem to get worse every weekend. He needs a reason to keep hope.

“To celebrate, let’s get some drinks and watch the music performances tonight.” Carlos suggested, wiggling his eyebrows at Charles. Charles opened his mouth to protest, but Carlos clamped a hand over his mouth quickly. “And no, you don’t have a choice. I already invited Lando and a few others. We have a whole paddock rented out to watch the show so if you say no you’ll look like an asshole.”

Damn. He got him there.

“Carlos we really should rest for all the interviews and meetings we have tomorrow.” Charles said. Apparently he was the only driver with common sense tonight.

Carlos shook his head. “We won’t be out all night. Just to watch the opening act and first band.” He pleaded. “Come on, where’s your sense of fun?”

Charles scoffed. “I’m fun.” He crossed his arms.

Carlos grinned widely at that. “I thought so,” He patted Charles on the back.

Later that night, Charles and a few other drivers gather around a private paddock to watch the musicians. They had a decent view of the stage for it to be so far away, plus a TV in the paddock that streamed the show. Behind him, several of the drivers were laughing and drinking, not a sight you’d expect after such an intense race- but Charles wasn’t complaining. The media paints all of the drivers to be cold blooded enemies when in reality, they’re all pretty good mates.

“Shut up, shut up it’s starting!” Lando quieted the group, waving his hands frantically. He was a huge music fan. “Does anyone know who the opening act is?”

Daniel shrugged. “I heard it was some new kid, never heard of her myself.” He answered. “Hopefully she’s good.”

All eyes were on you as you walked out on stage. Your hands were shaking like a leaf and you prayed to whatever god there was that the cameras couldn’t pick it up. After what felt like centuries, you finally made it to the microphone. You put on your best ‘I’m-totally-not-petrified-right-now’ smile and waved to the crowd.

“Hello everyone, my name is Y/N L/N and I will be playing a few of my original songs for you tonight,” You somehow managed to get that sentence out without your voice wavering. The crowd was big. You had no idea so many people could fit into one lawn. Holy shit. Holy shit. Stay calm. “I hope you enjoy.”

A few cheers from the crowd erupted in excitement, restoring your confidence ounce by ounce. Slowly, carefully, your hands found their way to the guitar strings. The feeling was familiar yet foreign in this context. In all of your years of playing music, you’ve never experienced anything like this. It was electrifying. Your hands seemed to move without your brain processing it- almost like your body moved on its own. And thank god it did, because as soon as your hands played such a familiar melody, you felt at peace.

Charles, meanwhile, couldn’t take his eyes off you. The night sky combined with stage lights illuminated your face in such a way it was almost hypnotic. Your voice, your guitar, everything about you had suddenly put him into a trance. Behind him, the drivers whispered subtle “Wows” and “Shes great”, but to him, you were much more than that. He was beyond confused as to how you weren’t already a star. How come you were playing at a Grand Prix and not sold out stadiums across the world? Where were the screaming, adoring fans and paparazzi dying to get just one photo of you?

It was a mystery to him.

And during this mysterious experience, you somehow flawlessly transitioned from song to song, each one better than the last. Charles had never quite felt emotion like when you played a wonderful tune on the piano- no words, purely a slew of chords and notes- but somehow told a story within them. He was hopelessly enamored by your performance. Everything around him, the paddock, the drivers, the crowd cheering loudly for your music, even the events from the race today, purely disappeared. It was just him and you.

At least it was, until your sweet speaking voice spoke into the microphone once again.

“You guys have been such an amazing crowd, I- It’s- I don’t even know what to say,” You chuckled, unable to stop from blushing when the crowd cheered you on even louder. “This has been an incredible night and I’m very thankful for all of you. Now who’s ready for the next band?” Fans went crazy, somehow cheering even louder than before. You smiled widely at that.

Charles though, he wasn’t ready for the next band. He didn’t want another band to come on stage, no performance would compare to the one he just witnessed. Not even close. He blinked in awe when you waved your hand to the crowd and camera, your smile as wide as could be.

He really liked your smile.

[mooodyblue]

Dad Austin has to pick his child up from school because they were sick and maybe they're like in kindergarten so they are still up for cuddles and the child prefers austin over you so they get so happy when they see they're getting picked up by him. I can just see tons of cuddle session and maybe austin gets puked on?

i don't like how this ended but i hope you enjoy!! thank you for the request 🫶🏼

warnings: vomit

wc: 984

masterlist

if there was an award for dad of the year, austin would be the one to get it. although, he has plenty of mugs to back him up on that theory. he got used to his daughter being away at kindergarten, he still hated the empty house though. thankfully, he always kept himself busy with reading and housework. he was just a proper domestic dad now, just with an oscar nomination behind him.

you dropped off little ivy and walked her straight to the door per request, kissing her on the cheek then heading back home to your husband. ivy was just fine that morning. she was her happy, bubbly self ready to get to her friends at school.

the two of you went grocery shopping together and came back just shortly around lunchtime. groceries were put up, lunch was made, and now it was just time for you to unwind for a little, curling up with austin on the couch. he threw an arm around you, burying his face in your neck and peppering you with kisses as you let out soft giggles. “austin-!”

“what? what am i doing?” he chuckled, still kissing you all over.

your phone rang loudly on the coffee table and you sighed, picking it up and answering it as austin still kept his hands on you. “aus-it's the school.” you glared at him.

he sat up quickly, ready to spring up and leave to pick her up. “is she okay?”

“.....okay thank you. yes, i’ll be there shortly.” you frowned, hanging up. “well-i think lunch made her sick.”

“the one day we don't make her lunch…” austin groaned. “i’ll go get her.” he stood up and picked up his keys.

“i don't mind getting her-”

“no no, i’ll get her. you dropped her off. maybe just get her room ready in case she's sick-sick. don't need her throwin’ up everywhere.” he sighed, kissing you on the cheek before leaving to pick up your daughter.

austin walked into the front office and signed in, smiling at the nurse in the back. she came out with ivy by her side, looking pale and tired as she immediately clutched onto austin. “hi pretty girl,” he picked her up with a soft grunt and let her rest her head on his shoulder as he rubbed her back. “what happened?”

“she was a big girl today-came straight to me when she started feeling sick.” the nurse smiled. “unfortunately she did throw up, but we got her all cleaned up and she's been resting since. it may have just been something she ate.”

“ugh, i’m sorry. we usually pack her lunch but she insisted she get school lunch today.” he pressed his lips to ivy’s temple, glancing over at her. “you ready to get home?”

“‘s mommy in the car too?”

“no, just me. did you want mommy instead?”

ivy only clutched onto austin tightly, shaking her head. “just want you.”

he chuckled, “let's not tell your momma you said that.” austin thanked the nurse and threw ivy’s backpack over his shoulder. “did you at least have a good time at school today?” he asked on the way to the car. she mumbled something he didn't really understand, resulting in him using the usual ‘oh really?’ response from when she was a toddler.

she let out a whine as she was buckled into her seat, grabbing for austin. he kissed her forehead and brushed her hair aside. “we can snuggle up all you want when we get home. you're doing a good job, baby.”

queasiness began to bubble up in her stomach, giving austin a look as her face paled even more. but he recognized that look. “oh no-ivy, are you gonna-” he backed away as fast as he could before she leaned slightly out of the car, vomiting onto the pavement and getting some of today’s lunch on his shoe. “well…” he looked down at his shoe, sighing.

ivy sat back up, sniffling and wiping her mouth with the back of her sleeve. “sorry…” she said sadly.

he slipped his shoes off, careful to not touch the messy part of the right one. “it's all okay.” austin crouched down to meet his eyes with hers. “honestly? i never even liked those shoes anyway.” ivy cracked a smile smile, nodding. he threw his shoes in a grocery bag before throwing them in the trunk to deal with later. “let's get you home.”

they arrived back home with no messes. ivy was snuggled up in austin's arms as he walked into your shared home, shoes missing. you looked down at his feet confused. “did you have to give up your shoes in exchange for our daughter?” you asked.

he glanced down and laughed, “oh. yeah, long story. well, not really long. kinda gross. you don't wanna know.”

you shrugged it off and smiled at ivy, “you okay, baby? i’m sorry you don't feel good.”

ivy buried herself more into his neck, shaking her head.

“can you get her cleaned up while i go deal with my shoes?” austin asked, handing her to you. ivy whined again, reaching for austin. “mommy’s gonna get you into your pajamas and then we can cuddle up. i promise. you have to be nice to her too.”

she had always been attached to austin, a daddy's girl at heart. he just spoils her a little more than you do. “okay.” she said defeated.

austin tossed his shoes in the trash while you got ivy cleaned up and in her favorite pajamas, letting her curl up under a blanket next to you on the couch as you scrolled through various cartoons and movies. after settling on one, austin joined you both on the couch shortly and ivy cuddled up to him in just a short amount of time, sandwiched in between the two of you as she enjoyed her day off.

[nctsplug02]

Hiii😊 Can I ask for Husband Johnny helping Y/n to breastfeed and put the baby to sleep?

[3;03am]

genre: fluff and suggestive

warnings: breast massaging, dilf johnny (we live for him), sick baby and sick-ish reader.

“john,” your croaky throat calls for johnny who walks in the room with his son in his arms. “yeah, baby?” you sigh and run your hand over your face. “oh, thank god.”

the shirtless man walks up to you and sits on the bed while patting the boys butt. “how are you feeling, baby?” he touches your face and winces. “you’re burning hot— do you feel dizzy? sick?” you frown and nod. “i feel shitty. i wanna puke just from sitting up.” you hold your tummy and he rubs your cheek.

“lay down, baby. let me put junnie down.” when he leaves the room, you could hear the little boy screaming and crying. “john, bring him to me.” your voice cracks as you attempt to slightly raise your voice.

johnny comes back into the room with your son in his arms. “he’s hungry and i haven’t pumped all day or yesterday so there’s no milk for him. i just.. have to breastfeed him really quick.” slowly, you take your son from johnny. “you sure, babe? i could make him a bottle instead?” you shake your head.

“is my baby hungry?” you lift your shirt and let your son find your nipple that leaked. “fuck,” you wince at the slight pain.

“uh..” johnny grows hard at your sudden nudity. “fuck,” he mutters and squeezes his bulge through his sweats. “baby, i’m gonna go.. make you some tea.” he leaves to the kitchen and starts making your tea.

he comes back minutes later to see you and your son asleep. he softly chuckles and places your tea down on your nightstand. he slowly picks your son up and gently rocks him as he stirs.

“hm,” your shirt falls and you prop your neck up properly. “oh, is he asleep?” johnny nods and places your son in his little bed nest next to your side.

“i made you some tea, baby. drink it before it gets too cold.” you sigh and turn your head to look at the tea sitting in the coffee mug. “do i have to?” you whine. “yes,” he answers and picks you up, setting you somewhere where you weren’t near the headboard.

johnny goes and grabs your tea and turns to see you laying on the bed, attempting to sit up. “johnny, my head is spinning.. why is my head so heavy?” he laughs and helps you sit up. “tea, now.” you tsk and huff as you take the coffee mug from him.

“and while you drink your tea,” he goes to the dresser in front of the bed and snatches the coconut oil bottle sitting on it. “i’m gonna rub those big tiddies of yours so they aren’t so sore.” he climbs on the bed behind you and squirts some oil into his hand.

he lifts up your shirt and rubs his hands together. “wait,” you sigh and lean back into his chest. “let me get comfortable first— okay, go.” he chuckles and rubs your breasts.

the oil spreading and getting everywhere. “does that feel good, baby.” johnny asks when hearing you whimper. “y—yes.. of course it does.” he rubs your nipple making you shudder. “j—johnny.” you gasp and roll your hips.

to him, your breasts felt like soft dough. a mochi ice cream. your soft moans turning him on by each second.

“is it too early to have sex after having a baby?” he asks you. “it’s been two months, doctor said its fine to do it after a month.” he pulls his hands away and stares down at his oily hands. “let me go wash up before we even—?” you stop him. “no, let’s put it to use.” you put your mug down before he spreads your legs.

“tell me if it’s too much, okay?” you nod.

oh, the two rounds definitely were exactly what you wanted and needed.

[chuuyrr]

Omg chu!!! I got this cute thought ksnfndnd what about a scarlet witch when she was like months old and gojo absolutely adores playing and hearing her giggles. Like he just can’t help but coo “you love daddy so much?” And just gives her random kisses everywhere because she’s just so uwu my baby I’d give u the world my sugarplum

gojo cooing at scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): major anime/manga spoilers for jjk

the way i screamed at how cute this request is pls omg, just thank you, dear anon 😭 i'm so whipped for big softie! dad/platonic! gojo anyone who tells me or keeps saying that he would be a bad dad can leave—the door's open🚪👈 anyway, enjoy reading ya'll hehe <3

gojo satoru might have been barely an adult when he first got you, and there might have been hardships in caring for you, but he absolutely loved you. gojo loved you to bits!

gojo was attached to you as much as you were attached to him. his day instantly lights up as soon as he sees you. he'd pick you up, giving you kisses everywhere, from your forehead, nose, cheeks, all the way to the top of your head. gojo adored the toothless smile you'd give him and the sweet giggles that elicited from you when you were still an infant whenever he played with you, especially when he did peek-a-boo or just tickled you in general, and god, he just couldn't get enough of you. 

"you love daddy so much, huh?" gojo would say in teasing, gruff voice as he tickled your sides, watching you giggle and smile up to him ever so cutely. "god, you're just so cute!"

sometimes, geto and shoko would have to stop him from tickling and playing with you too much because you nearly threw up from giggling one time. they couldn't blame gojo though, you were too adorable for your own good. just too irresistible even for the strongest jujutsu sorcerer.

"satoru, you need to stop! [name]'s going to puke at you!" geto scolded his best friend, attempting to yank your dad from you.

however, gojo was persistent and continued to coddle you in his embrace. "but, suguru, she's just so cute and small! just look at [name]! she's my little kikufuku sugarplum honeybunch."

"your what?" geto and shoko uttered in unison.

shoko exclaimed with folded arms across her chest. "[name]'s a baby, not a dessert."

there were also times when gojo was caught singing the "you're my honeybunch" song to you as he cradled the infant you while giving you kisses in between, and you seemed to love it too when he sang to you even if he wasn't musically talented. to geto and shoko, he sounded like a dying whale trying to make a mating call, but to you, his voice was comforting and pleasing to the ear.

"god, i'd give you the world, sugarplum." gojo proceeded to nuzzle your nose with his nose, causing you to giggle once more. "my kikufuku baby."

"i love you." gojo stared at you with so much love and adoration in his eyes.

you replied to gojo in a gibberish, baby voice. "ah-wav-yoo!"

"did you just say i love you..?" gojo looked at you in astonishment.

"ah-wav-yoo!" you giggled, imitating his words, causing gojo to burst with joy. if it were possible, his heart would have probably burst from his chest already.

gojo ended up crying that day, unable to hold himself from getting emotional. it also happened to be one of his memorable moments with infant you.

"is satoru crying?" shoko watched her white-haired friend sob 'i love yous' to you from a distance.

"that's just satoru experiencing the joy of being a parent." geto chuckled softly.

shoko smiled, "heh, [name]'s one lucky baby to have someone like satoru love her."

[writingkeepsmewhole]

Confusion

This is part 4 of Snow In The Dark. Been a while I know but hope you like anyway.

Fic Summary: Snow has never known who she was. Being raised in the streets made her strong but lonely. That changed when she met Jack them becoming as close as sisters. She thought she found her family. That all changes when she crashes on a planet with only one rule. Stay in the light.

Part Summary: Snow is trying to understand her pull towards Riddick.

Riddick x OC Snow

Warnings: Language I think that’s it.

Let me know if you want to be tagged :P : @here4thespice

Part 1 Part 3

The memory of how I met Jack faded from my mind when a bottle fell from Paris’ bag. He quickly turns to retrieve it but not before Riddick reaches it first. 

They stand up at the same time. Paris looks like he is about to puke and Riddick looks more threatening till Paris introduces himself.

“Paris P. Ogilvie.” He says nervously.

“Antiques dealer, entrepreneur” He says, sticking his hand out.

I watch Riddick take it with a smile growing on his face.

“Richard B. Riddick. Escaped Convict. Murderer” He says casually making me have to bite my lip to hold back a laugh.

I knew it wasn’t meant to be funny but it was from how relaxed he said it.

RIddick opened the bottle and lifted it to his mouth. Paris quickly told him that it was very expensive.

“But by all means help yourself.” He says, as Riddick downs what’s left of it.

I have to bite my cheek when I watch him hand the empty bottle back to Paris.

“Oh umm thank you.” He says, nodding his head and quickly scurrying away.

I shake my head and start my own walk behind him. Riddick behind me.

When we got to the small town they found everyone delighted including myself when we found a ship.

I didn’t bother trying to investigate further, not having much knowledge when it came to that stuff. Instead I walked around with Jack letting her expoller the different houses.

I walk around seeing all the different stuff placed around. I pick up a picture on the table in the living room seeing an average family photo inside of it.

I wrinkle my brow wondering why this was left. Looking around the house even more I realize that everything was left. If you took away the layer of thick dust everywhere it looked as if the owners still lived here. Like they would be home any minute. 

I was leaning against the wall as she played with a toy lizard. She suddenly stopped and turned around with a pair of clippers in her hand.

“Can I cut my hair?” She asks, hope filling her eyes.

“Why do you want to cut your hair?”

“Well ya know.. It’s hot here.” She shrugs, making me chuckle.

“Sure, kid. Sense, it's hot.” I say knowing good and well why she was doing it but might as well let her get it out of her system. 

She grins and rips off her hat and moves to a mettle mirror on the wall.

“I’m gonna go see if I can help the others. Come find me when you're done?”

“Yeah okay.” She says, nodding her head but not really listening to me.

Rolling my eyes I leave the house stepping into the blistering sun. I settle for walking back towards the ship but stop when I see Riddick walking by himself.

I knew I should have gone towards the others, faintly hearing some of them yelling about finding water. Maybe I even should have gone back inside and helped Jack with her hair but instead I found myself following him.

He was a bit ahead of me and so I had plenty of places to hide if he looked behind him. I don’t know what possessed me to follow him but I wanted to see what he was doing. He was meant to be such a big bad guy but I haven’t seen him do anything to earn him that title yet.

I don’t follow him for long before I lose him. Turning a corner and he is suddenly gone. I look around the different containers used as houses but find nothing.

I turn to head back towards the way I came but stop when Riddick drops down in front of me, making me jump.

He pushes me up against the wall of the house behind me. It's hot on my skin. Him leaning into my personal space, getting his face very close to mine.

“Are you following me, Snow?” He asks, my name rolling off his tongue in a way I didn’t know could sound that attractive.

“Yes.” I say.

I watch him lift an eyebrow as if he didn’t expect me to tell the truth.

“Why?” He asks standing back up but still keeping me pressed into the house. His hands were on either side of my head so I was blocked between him and the wall behind me.

“I don’t know.” I say once again being honest.

“You seem to fascinate me for some reason.” I say, taking a breath.

My heart is starting to pick up. It wasn’t from fear. No it was a feeling I recognized but I didn’t understand how I could be getting turned on just by standing here.

“Hmm.” He growls out. That sound makes the feeling in me grow. I closed my eyes, blushing at how my body was reacting. I couldn't help but wish he would lean closer but instead he pulled away from me.

“Come on. I would rather have you in my sights.” He says turning to walk off.

Despite having free will and knowing I shouldn’t follow him I do exactly that. Walking behind him  trying to understand what has gotten into me.

Since I met him I was drawn to him. Something deep inside me pulled towards him. I don’t know what it was. Attraction? Possible. He was attractive. Desare? That was a possibility as well. I clearly wanted him. The thoughts I have had about him in just the past few hours of knowing him proved that. But there was something else. Something I couldn’t put my finger on. Something that scared me if I thought about it long enough. Something inside me that told me I belonged with… to him. 

I push those thoughts down as I follow him towards a large building. It is the largest one of them all.

When he stops to pick something off the ground I stop. Him doing it again only a few feet closer to the building picking up something else.

“What is it?” I ask walking closer to him.

With him still knelt down, he holds up a pair of broken glasses.

“That’s weird.” I say, as he stands up.

“The houses are the same too. Their stuff is just forgotten and left behind.” I say, him turning to look over his shoulder at me.

He lets out another humed growl but doesn't say anything. I’m starting to realize he wasn't much for talking.

He takes a few steps forward checking the doors. They seem to be locked. I faint giggling can be heard from the other side.

“They chained them closed.” I say, more to myself than anyone. Despite that Riddick still nods slowly.

Reaching up to grab the tarp hanging off the building he lifts it up to reading Coring Room, over the door. 

I didn’t get a chance to say anything, a whistle filling my ears. Both me and Riddick snap our heads in the direction, finding Johns standing there with his hands on his hips.

“You're missing the party.” He says looking at us.

“Come on boy.” He says patting his leg then walking off like Riddick was a dog that would follow.

I look up at him expecting a reaction but he only pulls the tarp all the way off revealing Jack on the roof ready to pounce down on us.

Her gasping at being caught.

Riddick looks up at her as if he expected her to be there.

“You’re missing the party. Come on.” He says mocking John's southern accent.

He turns to walk back towards where the other survivors are.

“Come on Jack.” I say, looking up at her.

“I almost had you two.” She whines jumping down to the ground.

“How did he know I was there?”

“I think he was just pulling the tarp off kiddo.” I say not wanting to hurt her pride.

But i didn’ believe that. Riddick seemed to know things before the rest of us even thought about it being a possibility.

Me and Jack walked into one of the other buildings just to hear the tail end of Imam’s prayer.

I didn’t realize how thirsty I was until I saw the glasses of water sitting on the table. Walking up to grab one, I feel eyes on me.

I didn't get to see who they belonged to when I noticed everyone was looking in my direction. I quickly realize everyone is looking at Jack.

“What?” She asks, looking around.

“It’s the winner of the look-alike contest.” Paris says poking his thumb towards Jack.

With her now shaved head and roughly made goggles it was easy to tell who she was trying to look at.

I ignore his comment and smile behind the cup placed to my lips. I thought it was cute and understandable.

I was honestly glad I wasn’t the only one who had a fascination with Riddick.

“Who were these people, anyway? Miners?” Paris askes.

“I don’t know. Looks like geologists.” Sharon says holding up a crystal of some kind.

“You know an advanced team ,moves from rock to rock.”

“Nice of them to leave so much stuff here.” Carolyn says looking about as worried about everything that we all felt.

“Why did they leave their ship?” She asks looking at Johns, him glaring at her.

“It's not a ship. It's a skiff and it's disposable really.” Johns says looking nervous.

“It's more like an emergency life raft, right?”

“Yeah they probably had a big drop ship take them off planet.” Sharon says, looking hopeful, I start to say something but am cut off.   

“These people didn't leave. Come on.” Riddick says his deep voice making my insides rattle.

“Whoever got Zeke got them. They're all dead.” He says throwing the rag he was using on the ground. Then putting his goggles back on.

“You don't really think they left with their clothes on hooks...-...Photos on the shelves.”

“Maybe they had weight limits. You don’t know” Sharon says.

“I know you don't prep your emergency ship unless there's an fucking emergency.” He says grinning at her.

“He's fuckin' right.” Jack says 

“Watch your mouth.” Johns says, making me glare at him.

I didn’t get a chance to teathen him before Carolyn started talking.

As if the man read my thoughts I suddenly felt a large presence behind me. I swallow and glance over my shoulder. Riddick standing a few feet from me. But close enough to make my heart pound.

“Has anyone checked the coring room?” Riddick says, making me realize I missed a question.

With that said everyone heads out to go look for the missing boy. Me and Ridick being the last ones out I’m stopped when he grabs my wrist and spins me around.

I let out a gasp when he presses me into the wall holding my wrists so my arms are pinned down by my sides.

“What are you doing?” I ask looking up at him.

His face expressionless but he wouldn’t be pening me to the wall if he wasn’t thinking of something.

He doesn't say anything, only leans closer to me.

“Do I stink or something?”

I shiver when a low growl leaves his throat. He pulled away from me just as quickly as he grabbed me and left towards the direction of the group.

I take a breath collection myself before I follow them. Wanting to know what was up with Riddick.

[erodasfishtacos]

could u please do like a harry x youtuber/influencer!reader and like lots of fluff🥺

Hi bubbie! Here you go :)))

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Language

Harry was panicking. His mum and sister were going to be here in less than two hours and he’s burnt the eggplant parmigiana he had worked tediously on. 

He grabbed what he had left in his fridge - ground beef, shredded cheddar cheese, and a little bit of bacon. 

It was the type of foods he usually strayed away from so sometimes when his shopper would bring this stuff home - he’d avoid it and admittedly sometimes it would go bad sitting in the fridge.

The singer pulls up YouTube onto his phone - hoping something would come up when he typed in the ingredients on the search bar.

He clicks on the first video by cookingwithnofucks. A chuckle at the name as an advertisement plays.

A cute, bubbly girl appears on screen in a beautiful modern kitchen. She has a shirt on that says ‘fuck the patriarchy and eat pizza’. A high ponytail and minimal makeup.

“Okay - today we’re making a cheeseburger casserole,” the girl chirps, “It’s a heart attack in a dish but it’s so fucking good.”

Harry finds himself smiling as he crinkles his nose - it sounds absolutely disgusting but he’s intrigued more by the girl on the screen.

“Shit, I forgot to introduce myself. Hiii, if you’re new - I’m Y/N and I do cooking shit. Subscribe to my channel and all that jazz,” she titters while cutting open her beef package.

Harry follows along step-by-step, shaking his head as she doesn’t describe the instructions nearly well enough and is generally all over the place.

It’s a fucking cooking channel and at one point the meat starts burning. She just laughs and says, “s’just a little crispy!” 

The casserole turns out looking even better than Y/N’s to be honest. It’s done in just the right amount of time for him to shower before his family arrives.

He makes sure to subscribe to her channel - eyebrows raising when he sees that she has 16 million subscribers.

Harry wanted to spend longer, looking at her social media but there was a fixed time so he locked his phone and went to get ready.

**

Anne - always the sweetheart just tells Harry that the casserole is delicious even as a bit of grease runs down her fork from the fatty meats.

Gemma wasn’t as kind, grimacing at the casserole and remarking, “You truly are turning into an American, huh?”

**

Laying in bed that night, Harry swipes back onto YouTube. Going back to the page he just subscribed to - under a pseudonym. He clicks on another video.

“Uh, okay. So I’m cooking...fuck, it’s called unicorn bark. It looks like a magical animal puke but it looks delicious so we’re going to try it.”

Harry realizes he’s been watching this girl cook for nearly an hour. Different videos from desserts to dinners.

She curses like a sailor, fucks up almost every recipe, and makes a mess everywhere. But she’s smiling and talkative which makes him quite memorized by her.

**

“I hate editing,” Y/N groans, letting her head fall dramatically against the desktop. Her best friend and dog looked at her oddly.

“I keep saying you need to hire someone, you stubborn bitch,” Laney retorts, clicking through her Instagram feed.

“Fuck off,” she tells her friend with no real heat. The video was almost fully edited - how to make spicy as fuck jalapeño poppers.

There is a calm silence for a while until Laney gasps, “Holy shit.”

“What is it?” Y/N asks, not really caring as she clicks her mouse to trim a segment.

“Harry fucking Styles just followed you on Instagram and Twitter!” Laney shouts, her dog - Rufus popping his head up in confusion.

Y/N looks at her friend to see if she’s really serious and sees no signs of deception. “Oh my god,” Y/N replies. She loved Harry Styles in One Direction and as a solo artist - a fangirl if you will.

Y/N was a well-known influencer and has run in the circles of many celebrities. She’s even met Liam Payne but she’s never been able to bump into Harry.

Her alerts tell her it to be true, she swallows as she looks back up at Laney, “He dm’ed me.”

“Open it! What did he say?” She squeals, squeezing herself on the chair next to her, peering over her shoulder at the phone.

Y/N is a bit nervous, trying not to have a mini aneurysm as she opens the message thread.

HarryStyles: Hello. Just wanted to let you know that your cheeseburger casserole recipe saved my ass last night. Cheers x

“He’s totally coming onto you,” Her friend states instantly, bouncing excitedly - she also had a bit of a crush on the singer.

It takes the two of them a minute to cool their shit before Y/N manages a reply.

Y/N/LN: Well I guess it’s only fair. Your songs have made a few of my nights much better. I’m a bit of a slut for Fine Line.

Harry laughs behind his screen at the cheeky reply he gets back. He’s usually never this forward - especially on social media where he likes to fly under the radar.

HarryStyles: Well if you fancy my music that much, I totally love for you to come to a show. I’m performing in New York City in two weeks.

“This has to be a joke, right?” Y/N sputters to her friend, eyes wide at the invite to a concert she already had tickets to.

Y/N/LN: I’m not going to lie, I already have tickets to the show. However, I don’t have any backstage passes to meet the man of the hour. Do you know someone who can hook me up?

It does wonders for Harry’s narcissism to know that she already had tickets for his concert. Was he really going to do this? He hasn’t met up with some like this since his One Direction days.

He had to remind himself - she may just be friendly and take this as a totally casual interaction. Which would be normal, Harry really shouldn’t be so infatuated with someone he’s watched cook on social media.

HarryStyles: I think I can arrange that. Shoot me your number? I’ll have them sent digitally to you with instructions on how to get backstage.

Y/N is a bit dumbfounded at how fast they agreed to meet up. A harmless backstage tour - he could just be a fan of hers and totally not interested, right?

**

Over the next few weeks, they never really stop texting. Harry sends her pictures of the recipes he copies off her channel - that usually always look better than the original. He sends her clips of him goofing around during tour rehearsal. FaceTimes her when he’s finally home for the night.  

She sends him videos of her watching Harry Styles Best Moment Part Five. A few photos she snaps throughout the city of him on billboards and buildings, in Times Square. YN facetimes him when she’s frustrated with filming or watched a sad movie.

It didn’t make sense to either of them how seamlessly they’d clicked - especially without meeting. They were a perfect balance for each other. Harry - laidback, organized, level-headed. Y/N - eccentric, all over the place, adventurous. 

Jeff had told him that he’s been gaining media attention from his social media interactions with Y/N. They like each other’s photos, begin following each other’s friends, and comment goofy things on their posts.

“Listen, I have a great idea,” Y/N begins - which Harry learned is never good. “You should film a video with me sometime.”

Y/N knew she was going out on a limb and instantly regretted the questions she’d been building the courage to ask for days when it’s quiet on his end. There’s static for a moment and Y/N needs to fill the silence.

“It was - I was just, uh, I know you’re probably too busy. I was -“ She stutters, embarrassment flooding her.

Harry cuts her off, “I’d love to.”

“Yo-you would?” She asks timidly. Was she really going to have Harry Styles in her apartment? If so, should she take down her poster?

He laughs sweetly, “Why do you sound so surprised? I can’t wait to come to New York, love.”

Y/N giggles, “Not the fact that you’re performing in front of a sold out crowd at MSG? I don’t think seeing me will top that.”

“I’ve been looking forward to meetin’ you in person since I came across your channel. You so lovely,” Harry replies, his voice a little softer but more serious.

“I’m nervous,” Y/N admits, picking at a thread in her jeans.

“Me too,” Harry murmurs, despite not wanting to admit it - he wanted her to know this was new territory for both of them. He didn’t want her to think that this was something that he did often. But a little too prideful to admit it’s the first time he’s ever done something quite like this.

“What if you don’t like me?” Y/N whispers, she...well she didn’t compare to the models he’s been seen with before. She’s regretfully fell into the rabbit hole of looking up his past flings and relationships.

Harry barks out a disbelieving laugh, “You can’t be serious, darling. I’ve been gone for you since I saw you burn that ground beef.”

**

Harry was having a bad day - scratch that. An awful one. He tried to go get coffee at eight in the morning and got bombarded by fans, he left the shop without even ordering. They followed him back to his car and it took him fifteen minutes to pull out.

His favorite Mickey Mouse Gucci suitcase he was bringing along on tour had busted. The zipper unraveling and the trim falling off as a result. It was a one-of-a-kind.

Then he’d been stuck on a Skype meeting about tour merchandise with a group of business partners for the last three hours - all he wanted was a fucking nap.

When Y/N’s contact vibrated across his screen, he’s itching to answer but declines as he needs to give these people his attention.

When she calls again, Harry feels a prickle of annoyance. It’s not even at her - to be quite honest. It’s just the shitty day and everything’s piling up.

He always got like this before he kicked off a tour - stress level maxed out and his ability to handle minor incidents nearly shot.

I’m busy

Okay! Sorry, just have a super exciting surprise for you, bub! 

I really do not feeling like talking. I’d rather be left alone.

Oh, alright. Hope everything’s okay! Do you still want to facetime later?

Harry leaves her on read because he doesn’t want to slip up and take out his frustration on her. He’d been known to do that and he didn’t want her to think he was anything but besotted with her.

**

Y/N feels a little hesitant as she begins the uploading process to her channel. The red loading bar told her it’d be twenty-minutes before it’s going to be posted to her 16 million subscribers - one of them being Harry himself. 

Twenty-minutes for her to back out and cancel the upload. She starts having doubts about it when Harry never replies to her text which is unlike him. 

She takes Rufus out to avoid staring at the loading screen with unnecessary anxiety and uneasiness.

**

Harry is just getting home from a business dinner with the touring company’s management team. The tension and anxiety from today piling up on his shoulders and he just wants to call Y/N and crash in bed. 

He tosses his keys in the little bowl in the entry and kicks off his dingy white vans to the side. His phone dings with an alert from Gemma.

You two are the literal cutest ever. It’s quite gross.

Harry slides onto a stool in his kitchen, confused by the text message before she’s sending the link to him.

Fine Line Inspired Cupcakes!

Harry isn’t quite sure why his heart starts pounding furiously in his chest. A sinking feeling in his stomach when he realizes that this was probably the surprise she was excited about.

He clicks on the thumbnail.

“Hiiii, it’s Y/N. Okay, well today we are going to bake some Fine Line inspired cupcakes. And if you haven’t listened to the album - get your ass out from rock you’re living under and stream it on Spotify!”

She has her hair down in long, waves and a loose cropped shirt that says TPWK in rainbow embroidery.

Harrys mouth is dry and he can’t take his fucking eyes away from the screen. 

“Soo, I was thinking the first batch would be cherry flavored? ‘Cause he has a song titled ‘Cherry’. Let’s start there. First - I need to find my measuring cups.”

In true Y/N fashion, she scours her kitchen - cussing and yanking stuff out of her neatly organized cabinets before huffing and storming off to the side.

She comes back into view, a little frazzled but smiling when she holds up the ring of plastic measuring spoons, visible bite marks notched into the material.

“My asshole of a dog had a little snack,” Y/N shows the camera before shrugging, “Let’s get this shit started. Okay, you’re going to need one cup of sugar - no wait, two? I can’t read my fucking handwriting.”

Harry’s absolutely enamored by this scatter-brained, giggly girl who manages to produce cute blue and pink cupcakes that very vaguely resembled his album cover. His heart felt a million times too big for his chest.

He was enraptured for the entirety of the thirty minute video without taking his eyes away once.

To be honest, he hadn’t felt this way since his last relationship which was over a year ago at this point.

It’s not even a thought as he’s requesting a FaceTime with Y/N. 

She answers after a few rings. She has a green face mask painted on her nose, chin, and forehead with gold eye masks under each eye. She is so fucking ridiculous it’s not even funny. 

What is even more ridiculous is how gone Harry is realizing he is for her. She was quirky, unfiltered, carefree. If he was honest - he hadn’t met a girl like that in a very long time - especially a well-known influencer.

“Hi! How was your day, grumpy?” Y/N asks brightly, making a goofy face as the mask begins to tighten and crack on her skin. Not holding the earlier conversation against him and deciding to just move forward. She understood how stressful it can be.

“M’sorry. I was a bit grumpy,” He admits, “I loved your new video, darling. Did you make those just f’me?”

He can tell she’d be blushing if her face wasn’t covered, a bit bashful as she mutters, “You already know I did it for you.”

“You’re too sweet to me, only six days until we meet,” Harry replies, voice taking on a slow, lazy drawl. 

“Six days,” Y/N repeats, eyes crinkling as she smiles with excitement.

**

“Is this outfit too much?” Y/N panics. Even though there’s literally nothing she can do about it - they’re already walking towards the backstage entrance of the massive arena. It’s still about two hours until the show starts but Harry requested her to come earlier.

Laney sighs, “For the millionth time, you look fucking sexy and Harry’s going to want to rail you right when he sees you.”

Y/N shoves her lightly with a faux annoyance as they meet up with a burly man who’s blocking the entrance to the backstage hallway and rooms.

She gives him their names and pulls up the passes on her phone before he’s nodding with any expression and letting them pass.

They’re not quite sure where to go from here so they begin to wander down the long hallway toward what looks to be the main area that people are milling about.

Y/N is nearly on the ground when someone rounds the corner without looking and walks right into her. Both of them let out huffs of air as they collide and attempt to stabilize themselves.

But there are large hands grasping her arms and holding her steady. In typical Y/N fashion she’s already cursing, “fuckin like a brick wall, look out next time.”

Then she’s looking up to Harry staring back down at her with an amused expression. He doesn’t let go of her and instead tugs her against his bare chest. He’s warm and a bit sweaty - like he’d just worked out. He was only in a pair of thin, running shorts, nike tennis shoes, and a little clip holding his hair off of his face.

Y/N can’t help but wrap her arms around his waist, returning the embrace and amazed by how right it feels to be in his arms. Her face tucks right against his collarbone and it’s like they’d known each other for years.

Pictures and videos don’t do this man justice. He’s gorgeous - sharp edges and dark inked skin. Tall and muscular but dimples that are carved in his cheeks. 

“Nice to meet you, m’Harry,” Harry rumbles, removing one hand from Y/N’s shoulder to reach out his hand to her friend.

Laney shakes his hand before asking, “Laney. I’ll leave you two lovebirds be. Where’s the food?”

Harry chuckles against Y/N’s wavy hair, “Down the hall to the left.”

Laney’s trailing off without another glance, she was very food motivated despite her skinny frame. Also not wanting to intrude of the very personal first moments of their meeting.

The popstar pulls back to look down at the girl he’s fallen for in mere weeks. She’s as beautiful as he thought she'd be - if not more. He can’t help himself, “Would it be too forward to kiss you?”

Y/N smiles widely, running a hand along his jawline, “I’ve wanted you to kiss me since you stayed up on FaceTime with me until two in the morning as I cried after watching The Notebook - despite me seeing it a million times.”

Harry ducks forward to press his lips softly to her, large hands come to cup the side of her face as they connect. He’s so gentle as he moves his mouth against hers. In true Y/N fashion, she’s bold and has no hesitation slipping her tongue into his mouth.

He’s so fucking in love with her. It doesn’t make much sense - it’s definitely not logical but he’s realizing that’s okay.

“Oii, get a room!” Someone shouts from down the hallway teasingly.

Harry flips them the middle finger and pulls back, pink lips swollen and puffy, dimples on full display, “Let me take you out to dinner after the show, darling.”

“You going to wine and dine me, Styles?” Y/N giggles, unable to contain the pleasant warmness he’s spreading through her body. 

“Mmm, have t’make sure you’ll want to keep me,” Harry murmurs happily against her lips once again, pressing kiss after kiss to her to make sure she’s real, “Definitely want to keep you.”

Y/N bites teasingly at his bottom lip, hand planted on the soft but firm skin of his stomach, “You’re never getting rid of me, hope you know that.”

“Was hoping you’d say that, now let me introduce you to my band.”

                                  -- ---- ---- -- 1 year later - -- --- --- --

“Hi bitches! Today is a super special day. We have the one, the only Harry Styles filming with us. I know that’s not really that special since he’s on here all the time with me. But we’re celebrating our one year anniversary!” Y/N smiles, bumping hips with Harry who stands dutifully next to her. 

Anyone viewing can see the absolute heart-eyes and adoration he has for the girl standing next to him. He’s still as lovestruck and gone for her as he was the first time they met. Harry’s fans were thrilled - for the first time in years, he’d opened up again.

They weren’t very public on social media beside’s tagging each other in memes and posting the occasional picture. Y/N was constantly uploading cooking videos from wherever in the world she was with Harry on his tour, she’d also begin making vlogs about different foods she’s been experiencing.

---

“Okay, so here in Peru - they’re known to have this really fucking spicy beef with noddles. So obviously, I’m going to make Harry try it first,” Y/N laughs as she props the camera up on the side of the table on a napkin holder.

Harry - who has a concert in a few hours - frowns at the steaming dish in front of him, “Darling, I don’t want to try it first. It’s going to burn my mouth. Not gonna be able to sing.”

“You’re sucha baby sometimes,” Y/N rolls her eyes, slurping up the noodles with her fork while making a silly face at her boyfriend. She pulls back, straight-faced, “It’s not hot at all. Tastes amazing, though.”

Harry takes that as an initiative to shovel a spoonful into his mouth. It only takes half a moment until his taste buds erupt in fiery flames from the spices, “You bloody little brat, y’tricked me! It’s so fuckin’ hot!”

Y/N smiles widely, laughing much too loudly in the restaurant when Harry chugs the glass of water next to the plate while glaring at his love. “I’m sorry, s’just to easy with you, lovie,” She replies, leaning over the table to press a kiss to his lips. 

He’s a sucker for her and kisses her right back despite his mouth being an inferno. His heart was on fire for her and that burned much more intensely.

---

“No, love. The instructions say baking soda, not baking powder. They’re not the same thing,” Harry sighs, attempting to read her scribbled, sloppy handwriting. She’d already spilled milk on half of the paper.

“S’interchangeable, right?” Y/N hums, cracking an egg into the bowl and Harry automatically knows to look to fish out the eggshells that’d she’d let slip in because she sucks at cracking eggs but always wants to do it.

Harry reaches over her, grabbing the vanilla extract and a teaspoon, “It’s not, baby. Lemme do this real quick.”

“Will you make me a grilled cheese after this?” She asks, nuzzling into his side and wrapping her arms around his waist as he finishes adding the wet ingredients to their bowl. Harry stopped questioning her thought process a long time ago.

Harry swipes his finger into the mixture of icing off to the side and rubs it right onto her nose, cackling at her pout and squeaking when she pinches at the fleshy skin of his hips. She in turn dips her finger into the sugary cream and pops it right into her mouth.

Harry eyes darken, watching her lips purse as she sucks off the icing. It was a dirty move on Y/N’s part and she knows it. It has her boyfriend dragging an icing-covered thumb along her collarbone before leaning down to slowly lick up the sugary trail with his tongue.

When Y/N slides her fingers into his hair and lets out a pretty moan, Harry’s standing back up, trailing over to the tripod and saying into the camera, “We’ll be back after a little commercial break,” and is then turning off the record button.

It takes little to no time for Harry to have Y/N’s bum on the countertop, mouth on her neck, and hand in-between her thighs.

And when they finally posted a very edited final cut of the video - well there may be a couple of fans who notice the how flushed Y/N is halfway through and a lovely purple mark on Harry’s neck that wasn’t there in the beginning of the video.

[bellysoupset]

Re: Luke/Bell, what if this time he's the sick one? Thought he drank too much at a team party (maybe they made state?) but there was actually a stomach virus going around?

Oh hell yeah anon, now we're talking! Thanks for the prompt, I love it.... It got out of hand.

"Wait-waitwait-" Vince slurred, draping an arm over Lucas' shoulders and pulling him closer. He was shorter than the other man, but just as large and both men were drunk and having a good time. Vince raised his red cup that was filled with beer, "Ipuurr..." he shook his head, trying to get it clear and next to him Lucas let out an easy chuckle, which switched to a burp halfway through and caused his best friend to shake with drunk giggles, "I- I propose- Asstost."

"A toast?" Another guy from the team filled in and Vince nodded, nuzzling his forehead with Lucas, a face splitting grin on his face.

"To'ur quarr... Quar-"

"To our fucking quarterback!" Leo yelled from the back and Vince shouted back, raising his cup and then chugging it all in one go, just as Lucas did the same. Vin turned around and patted his best friend's cheek.

"Fuckin' love you, man" He mumbled and Lucas laughed harder, shoving him off easily.

"You love everyone right now," he said, words slurring together and the other man simply shrugged, still smiling, walking over to the cheerleaders who were nearby and but throwing himself at them.

Lucas laughed at his friend's antics and scanned the room in search for the bathroom. He was way past the pleasantly buzzed stage, the world was now in the twirling stage and he had to apologize profusely as he drunkenly staggered for the second floor's bathroom.

It was a house party - whose house he wasn't sure anymore -, but it was crawling with people. He had never seen half these faces, yet that didn't stop people from amiably patting his arm, singing praises and acting like they were long time friends. He smiled at everyone, trying to remember who they were and then finally made it to the bathroom, shutting all the noise outside.

Lucas leaned heavily against the sink and let out a sigh of relief. His ears were ringing, whole body vibrating with the rhythm of trap song they were blasting and he felt... Off.

What was it about bathrooms that made people realize just how bloody wasted they were?

He groaned and opened the tap, drinking it greedily before washing his face and daring to look at the mirror. Lucas grimaced at his reflection, his wavy brown hair was sticking out everywhere and his eyes were droopy from the booze. The alcohol had painted his cheeks red, but the rest of his face was paler than normal.

A burp rumbled up and he thumped on his chest, flexing his stomach to get it out. It tasted just like the beer he had been drinking for the past three hours and Lucas gagged, spitting the little reflux on the sink and taking another drink.

It was a bad idea to bend down again, the minute he did, his stomach surged up in his throat and he couldn't do anything but cough it up. Puke covered the sink, splashed back and down the cabinet and the young man staggered back, until he hit the opposite wall, pressing his fist to his mouth as he swallowed in the urge to throw up again.

Shit.

He was so doomed, Lucas thought gloomily, they'd never stop saying he didn't know how to handle his liquor.

There was a knock on the door, someone's voice he recognized vaguely and Lucas groaned out loud, suddenly too queasy and drunk to bother with a response.

"Dude, there's people wanting to use the bathroom!"

He glanced at the mess over the sink, swallowed in the gag that forced up his throat just by looking at it, "I don't-" clumsily he pulled the door open, "I don't think that'sssa good idea..."

"What-"

He didn't stay around to hear the insults, but he did hear the loud shout that followed. He felt awful about it, truly did, but the few working neurons he had right now were focused on just one thing: Getting out of there.

He wanted to go home, now. The party was no fun anymore, the amount of people was oppressive and his head was throbbing almost as much as his stomach. His belly hurt, burning with the alcohol and just cramping with the sheer amount of food he had eaten. He was always ravenous after a game, it hadn't been different this time-

It was Leo who found him. He was the older one of the team and thankfully not as fond of alcohol as Lucas and Vince, because he was just pleasantly buzzed.

"Luke! Hey man, you're alright? Someone said you thr-"

A wet, gross belch got past his lips and Lucas groaned, leaning forward and planting his hands on his knees. He felt like he was going to throw up again.

"Alright, got it," Leo cringed, planting a hand on his back, "let's get you outside-"

"I font- don't feel good..." his jaw felt heavy, his head fuzzy. Lucas pressed his eyes closed as he could just taste the beer all over again.

"I know, I know- Hold on, I'm gonna get your girl, alright?"

"Bell?" He followed blindly his teammate's lead and took in a gulf of clean, cold night air. It helped sober him up just a hair, "what'bout Bells?"

"Where is she? Is she here?"

Lucas snorted at the thought and collapsed sitting down on a pool chair.

"No..." He spread his legs apart and planted his elbows on his knees, burying his face on his hands. Bella always showed for his games, but staying after?

"Okay, just- Don't go anywhere, stay here," Leo grumbled, before darting off, no doubt to find a sober soul to help them out. Lucas almost chuckled, it wasn't like he could go anywhere. He was too dizzy to get up and the closet thing was the pool, but he was not drunk enough to consider that a good idea.

He planted a hand on his stomach and rubbed it shamelessly, too sick to care. He could feel everything churn in there, but he really didn't want to puke again, not around all these people...

"Okay bud, just drink some water-"

Lucas frowned, raising his head to glare at his overly touchy drunk best friend.

"Vin?"

"Leo said you're wasted," Vince pushed him a red cup, presumably filled with water, not beer this time around. Nevertheless, Lucas shook his head.

"NoO-"

"You didn't drink that much, did you?" Vince wondered out loud, then without a warning, reached in to poke the brunette's stomach. Lucas yelped, let out a wet burp and slapped the man's hand away.

"G'away, I feel awful."

"Then drink the wate-"

"Where is he?"

It was the sound of Bells' voice that made Lucas finally straighten up on the chair. He looked around, confused, but sure enough his girlfriend was there. Just like he had seen her at the game, still in the same top, tall boots and-

He choked down a gag and leaned forward, vomiting between his shoes, in the wet grass of the backyard. Vince scrambled back, cursing, but Lucas couldn't help it.

"Christ, Luke," Bell chuckled, then he felt her hand on his back, rubbing up and down, "you're a mess, babe."

"I wanna-" he interrupted himself with another burp, turned his face to avoid looking at the mess, "I wanna go home."

"I'm getting you home," she promised calmly, combing his hair back. He could feel her nails scratching his scalp and it was an welcomed sensation since he had a headache along with the nausea, "can you stand up, big guy?"

"Uh-" He said helpfully, but allowed both Bell and Leo to grab his arms and pull him up on his feet, narrowly avoiding stepping on the puddle on the ground. As soon as he was standing straight, he felt it all hit him: the queasiness, that was so strong it had him gagging and tearing up to keep from retching; the headache, pounding away like there was a little drummer inside his head; the cold...

He wasn't sure how did they manage to get him out of the backyard and into Bella's car, but next thing his tired, drunk brain caught up on, he was half hanging out of her car, throwing up on the side of the road.

"Lucas, what the hell?" Bell whispered to his back, but there was no heat to her words, "did you get alcohol poisoning or something?"

"Or something," he agreed, straightening up again and falling against the passenger side of the car, "my head really hurts, Bell..."

"You didn't hit your head during the game," she said strongly, turning around and reaching on the messy backseat of her car. He often joked her car was more her room than the actual dorms. She pushed a lukewarm water bottle in his hand. It was half crumpled, but was better than nothing.

"...Right? You didn't. I was paying attention," she squinted at him, big blue eyes scanning his face.

"I'm not concussed," he assured her, taking a small sip of the water. He felt sober now, but he knew he wasn't. Not really, "I just feel awful."

She made a sympathetic face, "I'm sorry, Lu-" her hand came to cup his face, only for her to pause, lean in and cup his head with both hands now, "Lucas, you're burning up."

He frowned at her, "what...?"

"You're sick, babe," Bell groaned, leaning over him to pull the door closed, "That's why your head hurts, you have one hell of a fever there, baby."

He whined, pressing the lukewarm water bottle to his forehead, "at least I have an excuse for puking in the sink."

Bella let out a surprised chuckle and, despite his closed eyes, he could just picture her eye rolling at him, "you're ridiculous, Lucas..." she said fondly, reaching in and rubbing his leg lightly, "we'll be home in no time."

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‘Wedding Crashers’ - Katsuki Bakugou

A/N: Sorry for my inactivity but here’s a little sorry and thank you present for me hitting 1k! I love you all sm <3

Pairings: Pro Hero!Bakugou x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, ooc deku; but it’s more of a headcanon, semi-public sex

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend Izuku Midoriya inviting you to his wedding is a definite stab in yours and Katsuki Bakugou’s backs. But you’ll show him.

Word Count: 5k

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You had considered your morning to be relatively normal, breakfast not burnt, coffee just that right amount of bitter to stir you awake. But those happy moments of peaceful bliss were soon to be fleeting as your mail arrived. Sifting through the pile to what you assumed would be bank statements and bills; your fingers landed on a cream white envelope. Your name printed neatly in a cursive font that when you followed it with your eyes for too long it almost made you want to puke. Tearing it open haphazardly, you read the perfumed content inside.

‘Dear Y/N Y/LN,

We are very proud to invite you to the blah blah blah wedding of pro hero blah blah Izuku Midoriya and blah blah blah.

RSVP blah-‘

Wait what? The taste in your mouth was pitiful. Yes, you and Izuku had dated years prior and after being childhood friends, yet it didn’t end… swimmingly. But this didn’t feel like inviting a childhood friend to your happiest day, no, this felt like a backhanded swipe at your ex-girlfriend who was well known to the media to be single. Pro-Hero gossip magazines made sure of that.

Throwing the invitation onto your countertop, your eyebrows furrowed with spite. You felt weak almost, watching your ex-best friend grow up to be this bountiful hero with merch in every store that you went to. Though you had triumphed well in the hero charts yourself, nothing ever seemed to compare to him. The golden boy. You never really got over the fact that he ended things because being a single hero was more postable than one who was tied down. Until now. Mr. Big shot getting married. It really made you question your integrity,

Recuperating your thoughts, you realised your phone was buzzing on the couch next to you. Checking to see the influx of text messages, you saw Katsuki Bakugou’s name fill up your lockscreen with notifications.

Bakugou: tell me you got the stupid fuckin invite too

Bakugou: the nerve that nerd still fuckin has

Bakugou: inviting his childhood ‘friends’ after all this time

Bakugou: tch, one big publicity stunt if you ask me

You chuckle as you scroll through the messages, gladly knowing that you weren’t the only one feeling this way.

Y/N: so what’re we going to do about it?

Bakugou: what do you mean?

Y/N: well we can’t show him up at his own wedding but we can sure stir something of our own

Bakugou: well that idiot is marrying some nobody extra

Bakugou: probably to show how ‘great’ he is

Bakugou: so how about if two top pro heroes rsvp’d together?

Y/N: you mean us?

Bakugou: no, midnight and grape juice. of course us you idiot

The idea brewed in your head for a moment. Izuku had always been nice when he was younger, and Katsuki hadn’t exactly been the nicest towards him in return. You were always the mediator in those situations. However when Deku grew and grew in the hero charts he started to lose touch with reality. Not really remembering what being a hero was about besides having his face stuck on a lunch box and raking in the dough for it. It was sad. You didn’t know who he was anymore.

Y/N: fuck it, i’m in

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“You know, don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a tux before.” You chuckle, arm linked around Bakugou’s as you stepped out of the chauffeured car together. You were here to make a scene. Paparazzi glistened everywhere like a moth to a candle flame. You couldn’t wait for the tabloids in all honesty.

“Shut up.” Bakugou grumbled, almost in embarrassment. But his smile didn’t show a hint of it. “Not looking too bad yourself.”

You had coordinated well. Your maroon dress flowed in the gentle summer breeze and matched perfectly to Bakugou’s equally coloured tux. You two were such a pair it was nigh impossible to not think that you two were together today. And the paparazzi made sure of that indefinitely.

You couldn’t lie about how the service was beautiful, because it was. However you didn’t need to hear the shutter clicks of a camera go off every few words they spoke. It was distracting, and you and Bakugou shared a glance each time it occurred. Stifling a giggle, you hoped no camera would pick that up. Even if they did, they’d probably pin it to ‘look at these other heroes wishing that they were the next to get married!’ they’d eat that shit uplike ambrosia.

“Can’t wait to see the reception.” You mumbled towards Bakugou, your plastic smiles never fading for the cameras. Izuku making a show of himself and his new bride.

Watching him was almost bittersweet. The happy memories of you three as children flashing behind your eyes. Now replaced with a fame hungry number one hero. Where had all the time gone?

“What’s got you so perplexed?” Katsuki asked, filtering your way through the crowd, making your way to the cars that would deliver you all to the reception.

“Just-“ You sigh, allowing the cover of other heroes to hide you from the all seeing eyes of the paparazzi. “I miss him, y’know? Miss how we used to be.”

“Tch.” Bakugou didn’t care about the scowl present on his face, your words ate him up like some sort of bacteria. “Thought you said that he was the most selfish guy you’d ever dated?”

“He was but like-” You watched Izuku’s back as he held his new partner’s hand. Waving to the cameras and not watching her, as lovely as she looked in her wedding gown. “As weird as it sounds, I sometimes miss high school.”

Bakugou’s eyes scanned your face, following your eyesight to Midoriya. Fucking extra. The thoughts swam around his head, polluting his mind. He knew Izuku’s break up with you had been a massive toll on your mental health and your ego. He made you think that you weren’t good enough for him, and Bakugou never got over that fact. How could he pass up on you for anything else?

Breaking apart from the conglomerative of wedding-goers, Bakugou lead you to one of the specially hired cars to take the guests to the reception. Despite Bakugou’s abrasive and rough nature, you couldn’t help but notice how delicately he held your hand. Not tugging you along or haphazardly grabbing you by your wrist, making you follow him. No, his fingers interlaced with yours and you felt the coarseness of his palms due to the explosive nature of his quirk.

“Katsu?”

“Hm?”

“You can let go of my hand now, we’re in the car.”

“Yeah- whatever.”

Catching up in the car, you both realise how little time you have to actually spend with each other. Though you and Bakugou communicate 1000 times more than you do with Midoriya, heroing keeps you both busy. No times like these to goof off and be with each other. You missed it, you missed your hot-headed idiot friend.

“Hope there’s less fuckin’ paparazzi here. Think I’m gonna go blind with those extras pointing them in my face.” Bakugou rolled down the tinted window a smidge to watch as the car drove into an old looking manor hall where guests had already begun to arrive.

Flowers decorated the ground and just as you two got your hopes up, you saw a line of paparazzi at each side of the staircase leading to the double-doored entrance.

“Well, it was worth a try.” You remark to him, patting his back as you chuckled to him.

Bakugou was the first to exit, standing beside the door so he could reach for your hand to help you out while you fixed your dress. Just as the two of you began to reach for each other's arms to walk into the reception together; there was a brusque tug to your dress. Upon further inspection, a member of the shutterbugs had stood on a long section of your dress. Allowing himself to get pictures of it stretched out and flowy.

“Hey!” Bakugou didn’t waste time on pushing him off the tail end of the dress. “Try anything funny like that again with my girl and say goodbye to that shitty camera of yours!”

The man nodded, slowly letting his camera hang loose on his neck. The rest of the cameramen easily caught the scene but you both couldn’t care less. What’s a wedding without a little drama?

“Thanks Katsuki.” You note with a soft smile.

Bakugou’s hand tenderly makes its way around the small of your back until his arm is holding you close to him as you walk inside. His hand sitting in a caring way at your hip to assure that nothing could come between you both. You could not wait for the media to plaster this fake-ness on every outlet that they could! However, you liked the thought of relishing in the attention right now.

Once the dining festivities had come and gone. It was time for their first dance. Watching as he held her under the blue lighting had your heart hurting slightly. The thought that that could’ve been you. But Bakugou was right. He’s probably marrying some quirkless nobody not only to make himself look better, but being with another hero is messy. You both had media eyes on you; but… you couldn’t help but wonder how different your life would be like if Midoriya was how he used to be.

You didn’t even notice Bakugou’s eyes on you the whole time. Not wanting to waste a second of his eyesight on the show Izuku was putting on. You were a sight of your own. How could you not see that you deserved someone better? Someone like him. You always spoke about how everyone was under a facade when supporting Deku, but you never correlated that to yourself.

After a short while, others began to join in on the large dance floor. Perfectly spacious for all the famous faces and their egos. Bakugou’s hand traced down your arm until his hand clasped with yours, gently leading you to the floor yourselves.

“What’re you doing?”

“Come on, who’s to say we can’t have some fun too huh?”

Smiling at him, you followed his lead. His hand occupying your waist before pulling you in closer to his chest. Flowing with the music, you couldn’t help the cheesy smile on your face; nor the one that spread to Bakugou’s.

“Why’s no one ever tied down Mr. Ground Zero then?” Your question takes Bakugou by surprise, showing a small blip in your combined graceful swaying to the music.

“No ones good enough.” Such a Bakugou answer.

“You’re sounding like Izuku, but he probably got that from the old you.” You jested, earning an eye roll from Bakugou. “I’m being serious! Come on you can tell me.”

It takes him a moment to figure out an answer, so much so that he doesn’t focus on dancing anymore. He just stands there holding you before locking eyes again.

“Just haven’t found the right person to deal with my bullshit I guess.”

There’s a beat of silence and your eyes search his face for answers. You didn’t even realise how close you were to him. His breath fanning your face, the smell of oak and fire and burning sweetness engulfed your senses. You also didn’t realise how the two of you sank closer and closer into one another.

“Hey Kacchan, mind if I steal her from you?”

Izuku’s voice almost sends you two flying away from each other like same sides of a magnet.

“Ask her yourself she’s not mine.” You turn from Bakugou to give a friendly smile to Midoriya, allowing your hand to rest in his. “I’ll be at the bar. Free drinks and all.”

His answers are short, curt. Yet before you can ask him if he’s alright Deku spins you and begins to dance with you in his arms at the tempo of the new music track that’s playing.

“Long time no see Y/N!” His manner has always been so chipper, despite the facade of it all. Though Bakugou and you went there to purposefully to cause discourse; you don’t think you have it in you to be mean to Izuku’s face.

“Yeah, look at you! Married man now, must be scary.” You chuckle, almost nervously. It was like speaking to a stranger.

“Well I guess I’ll find out! But come on that’s been the subject of the whole day! I wanna know about you and Kacchan.” You felt like Bakugou right now, the old nickname boiling your blood as it did his. There was no doubt Izuku took influence from Bakugou and his fiery personality; but he took it in all the wrong ways. Using confidence to become cold, uncaring.

“Oh- haha, Katsuki and I aren’t-“

“Y/N. Don’t lie to me! I can see the way he’s burning holes in my tux from over here.”

Turning you to the music so you could face where Katsuki was standing, you peaked behind Midoriya’s arm to see Bakugou with an all too familiar scowl on his face. Chasing down a beverage in a crystalline glass in one easy gulp.

“If you ask me Midoriya he’s always looked at you that way.” You laugh your statement off but you meant it with malice.

“Midoriya? Feeling formal today are we Y/N?” He had completely lost touch of who he used to be. “I used to look at you like that when I saw you with other guys, I know what that look is.”

His comment stops you dead in your tracks, not allowing for him to swing you to and fro to the music.

“Actually Midoriya I don’t even remember you looking me with jealous intent other than when I was higher than you on the hero charts.” Shaking yourself free from his towering position on you, you stormed off to the patio doors, letting yourself be eaten by the oncoming darkness of night.

Crying at your ex’s wedding. Not something you’d think you’d ever do in your lifetime but here you were. Thankfully you couldn’t see any reporters or such outside so for now, it was just you and your tears. Maybe you were too harsh on him? You used to be friends right? What happened to that kid who wanted to be a hero who you looked up to? What happened to the boyfriend you had who kissed you goodnight and ignored you when your face was on the TV more than him or snapped at you when he was announced lower than you and broke up with you because ‘heroes dating are messy!’ No. Bakugou was right. He was a self-righteous bastard now.

“Y/N?”

You half expected Midoriya to come out after you but he was probably entertaining other guests. Luckily, as you turned you saw Bakugou standing outside with you, signature hands in his pockets with a dumb, sympathetic smirk on his face.

“Hey.”

“I promise I didn’t punch that asshole at his own wedding but I can tell you he got a fuckin’ earful from me. Hope the paps got a good pic.” His tone was joking but it hadn’t cracked a smile from you yet.

“S’alright. Wouldn’t give two shits if you did.” You sniffled, collecting mascara tears on your fingers and wiping them on the decorative concrete bannisters of the balcony. “Shouldn’t’ve fucking come. This was stupid I have too much baggage for this shit.”

You turned away from him, allowing yourself to lean out on the barrier, looking into the distance on the warm night. You could hear Bakugou give a small sigh before his arms snuck around your waist, pulling your back into his chest before placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

“That fuckin’ idiot didn’t know what he lost and it’s my fault for influencin’ him.” The pain in his voice was evident. Did Bakugou blame himself for the hurt Midoriya caused you?

“Katsu-“

“No. That extra is so blinded by the shit everyone has to say that he’s forgotten what real life is. Doesn’t care about his stupid fans or his friends or the best most understanding girl in the whole fucking world. A girl I know does the best for everyone no matter what her own situation is.” You turn around to face him, not wanting to leave his embrace. “Y/N. No matter how much I’ve always wanted to fuckin’ win I’ve just wanted the best for you. And when that bastard did what he did to you- I- fuck. You look at him, like you’re waiting for him to just notice you; but every time I see you it’s like I’m seeing you set the stars in the sky every fuckin night. You just- you’re fuckin’ everything to me Y/N.”

It was completely silent on the balcony besides the low thump of the music from indoors, but it was deafening. But it all faded when his lips attached to yours. It was so clear. All that pining over Midoriya when he was just copying the one who actually saw you for who you were. He even copied Bakugou’s crush on you, most likely to make him jealous. But your mind had no time to think of that when all you could feel was Bakugou.

It was like you had never been kissed before, never felt the love and sensuality behind it. Soft and moist but breathy and warm. For once Bakugou didn’t wish to win a battle, he wanted unity and to be together with you. His hands danced over the delicate curves of you in your dress; taking in every inch of your perfect body. The gasp that fell from your mouth was perfect entrance for Bakugou’s tongue to mingle with yours. The sparks hot and electric between you both was like liquid lightning.

Just as your hands found home in his hair, you heard the all too familiar sound of today of a photo being taken. Bakugou is the first to break the kiss to find the intruder of your special moment. Your lips already feel blushed and bruised but your heart was nearly pounding out your chest.

“Fuckin’ print that in your gossip magazine you extra!” Bakugou couldn’t help but heartily laugh at the man as he shook with worry after catching the intimate moment. He wanted to show you off. He wasn’t ashamed that his lips had captured you to be his.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.” He whispers into your ear and you eagerly nod, grasping his one hand with your two as the both of you manouvered your way through the wedding guests until you finally found a small closet down a hallway where no one from the party had entered.

Slamming the door shut behind you, your eyes drank in Bakugou’s frame. How had you missed that small boy you once knew had now become this beefy, beautiful man? Who was looking at you with the same awe and intent? Bakugou cornered you against the door of the supply closet, latching his lips together with yours once again as if he was scared he’d never be able to taste you again.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect.” Katsuki’s lips mashed with yours as his hands slid up your dress, the coarseness of his fingers against your soft skin sending shivers down your spine.

All those years of being a hero really showed on Bakugou, he lifted you with ease as your fingers traced scars on the back of his neck; holding on for support. His hips pin you against the door and you feel his cock hardening between the fabric of your underwear and his suit pants, you can’t help the whimper escaping your lips at the friction of him.

Bakugou’s hands slip under the straps of your dress, letting them fall delicately to your sides as his lips ensnare yours. His grunts and your whimpers enough to make any passerby know what was going on in the confined space of the closet. His fingers glide beneath the dress which allowed it to fall further as Bakugou felt the weight of your breasts in his palms.

“God you’re fucking everything princess.” His fingers slide beneath the lacy fabric to thumb your nipples, perking and tugging it with his forefinger.

Breaking the kiss, his head lowers to encapsulate the bud in his mouth. Gently suckling it before rolling it feverishly between his teeth. Your hands snaking through his hair only spurring the assault on your supple flesh. Biting your lip to stop the obvious moans that were threatening to spill out of your mouth. You swore you could see stars as his tongue flicked against the pointed nub- sending your nerves wild.

“Bet that fucking extra never treated you like this baby.” He matched your height, his gaze never leaving your own as he took both of your tits out of your bra; kneading the flesh and buds of your nipples as he spoke. “Just wanted to get himself off, I know how to fuckin’ treat you right.”

“Then do it… Kacchan.” You spoke with such gusto in your breathy state, knowing that the old nickname would make him see red. And god did it send him feral.

His body pressed you further into the door, even if it felt like he couldn’t. The aching feel of his cock rubbing against your clothed core made you mewl in want of him. His fingers slid beneath the hem of your dress and made little pricking motions into your inner thighs until he traced a slit over your panties.

“Shit you’re fucking wet.” The pads of his fingers kneading against where you wanted him most, a chuckle falling his lips as your hips did their best to try and get any sort of relief.

“Katsuki please- please fuck oh my god-“ Your neck craned back as you felt your body take control. The low growl in Bakugou’s throat at the sight of you barely touched and already begging for him.

Tracing his fingers along your décolletage he stopped when he met your parted lips before roughly shoving his fingers in your mouth, pressing down the body of your tongue.

“Please please please-“ Katsuki mocked. “Please what princess? Better use your fuckin’ words or else.”

An insufferable smirk played upon his lips as he felt your cunt clench around nothing at his dirty words. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he wiped the remnants of your spit across your tits; awaiting for your response.

“Fuck me Katsuki- please you’re all I want. God you’re all I need.” Although said in your aroused state. You meant it- and he knew that.

Not wasting any more of the precious time you two had before you were inevitably found out considering your blatant disregard for being quiet; Bakugou used his hand to tug off his belt. Nearly setting his suit pants on fire as his quirk crackled in anticipation for you.

Your body clung to Bakugou’s for support, his whole body easily keeping your pinned high between himself and the door. Once his lower half was sufficiently stripped, it was easy enough for him to rip the sides of your underwear off.

“Katsu-“

“Shut up.”

Not wanting to disagree; you did. Hips bucking against nothing as the cool air prickled at your hot cunt. Bakugou held his manhood in his hand, rubbing the head of it in your slick and providing stimulation to your clit. Your thighs tightening around his waist like a vice grip at the well needed attention.

“You’re fuckin’ soaking baby. So needy.” Bakugou mumbled against your neck, allowing himself and you to get off momentarily at the friction. You could only nod to his words which were making you more and more wet for him. He was such a tease.

“Come on princess. Tell me you want my cock. Tell me.” His voice growled as he repeated himself, leaving marks upon your nape that would surely bruise because of his harsh bites and sucklings.

“Katsuki I need you- only you. Only you.” Your repetition is barely a whisper but he heard it, and despite his rough nature Bakugou confines your lips in a kiss as he sheaths himself inside of you.

Taking a few slow thrusts to allow yourself to adapt to his size, it’s only a moment before Bakugou completely bottoms out inside of you. He watches your face shiver in pleasure which he mirrors. He clasps your hips so firmly his knuckles turn white; it didn’t even hurt as all you could focus on was him inside you. Your hands find their way to his biceps, gripping on for some tension relief and you could still feel his muscles flex even beneath his suede blazer and the shirt.

“What a good fuckin’ girl, taking my cock like this.” Bakugou’s voice is a low growl as he thrusts into you, the sounds of your clothes brushing against one another and the slaps of your skin interacting was like a sinful symphony.

The smell of caramel danced in your brain as Bakugou worked up a sweat absolutely pummeling himself into your sex. You grasped onto him as if your life depended on it, moaning into his neck as his cock slid in and out of you. You didn’t even know how much time was passing as he rutted himself into you relentlessly- yet as you both came to your highs, you could both barely move from the thrill of it all.

Steadying your breaths back to a regular pace; Bakugou slid you down from where he had pinned you against the door and let you fix yourself as he then did himself. You sorted your dress and pulled any tugs from your hair when he had pulled it before slapping Bakugou’s arm.

“You dick! You ripped my underwear!”

“Hot.” He chuckled, fixing his belt loops and stuffing the ripped panties into his pocket.

“Not funny! I’m not parading about with no underwear on!”

“We’re getting the fuck out of this extras stupid wedding. You can wear my clothes at my place.” Suitably sorted and not looking like you had just had the brains fucked out of you in a closet (despite the reddening bites and bruises that were now appearing on your neck), Bakugou held you close. Yet instead of taking the corridor to the exit, he was leading you back to the main dance hall.

“Where’re we going?” You hashly whispered to Bakugou, your thighs still wet from your slick and the cool air against your unclothed pussy making you heat up from embarrassment.

“Gots to do one thing before we go.” There’s a shit eating grin on his face, you couldn't help but wonder what on earth he was planning now.

Midoriya stood talking to other heroes all dressed in their formal attire and Bakugou (with no consideration of their conversation) roughly tapped his shoulder to get his immediate attention. His arm around your waist was so tight but being see with Bakugou like this made you feel almost proud.

“We’re just heading off.” Bakugou had replaced his smile for his usual scowl, something he had always looked at Izuku with.

“Going so soon? It’ll be a shame you guys!” Izuku’s voice was plastered in falsehood. He probably regretted trying to gloat over you two. Bakugou held out his hand for Midoriya to shake it, your brows furrowed on what was obviously a stepping stone to Bakugou’s plan.

“I know I might not be better at you right now in the hero charts.”

Uh oh.

“I’m glad you’ve finally come to recognise that Kaccha-“

“But I am better at you at something for sure.”

Bakugou used Midoriya’s hand in his to pull him closer, readying himself to whisper in his ear.

“Cause I just fucked the shit out of your ex-girlfriend and I know you never made her come as hard as I did.”

Your face burned with the heat of a million suns, but the glower on Izuku’s face was priceless. And you couldn’t help but see the flash of a camera capture the moment as Bakugou’s hand fell from his and slipped once again around your waist.

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keeping you safe

Summary: You go softer for him.

Pairings: Dark!Hunter!Bucky x Bunny!reader

warnings: 18+ content, past noncon, attempted noncon(not by Bucky), blood, minor character death, fluff at the end!

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Bucky sniffed you once more, trying to keep the sweet scent of strawberries engraved on his brain. He couldn’t help but coo at the sight of you in his red henley, the shirt had ridden up to show your fluffy tail poking out. He swallowed the desire of fucking you awake, and gave you one last kiss before he left.

You woke up hours later, to the unharmonious squeals if your babies. Groaning, you left the bed to tend their needs, seeing them jump at your sight in happiness was the purest thing ever.

The day went by as usual; you bathed with the bunnies in the big bath tub, you fed them and you cooked for Bucky when he came back.

The sky seemed to darken outside, and Bucky still wasn’t coming home. You pouted in confusion, deciding to curl up in bed after the babies were asleep. You didn’t thought much of it, tired with all the playing around you did that day and deciding to fall asleep.

You heard the door creaked open, and you firstly thought it was Bucky. Until you sniffed the air.

The air was sour, and as the floorboards creaked you began to panic. Your gaze went immediately to the bunnies, sleeping peacefully and huddled together.

“Look at this skimpy little bunny I found,” he taunted, and you immediately recognized him as Rumlow. “All alone, no one to defend you, slut.”.

His hand grazed your thighs with his long sharp claws and you whimpered, jumping away from him. You now could see him clearly, eyes glowing yellow in the darkness and pistol strapped to his waist. He tsked at your jumpiness, continuing his way towards the dog bed.

“Don’t touch them.” you growled, trying to look as threatening as possible. But he chuckled, bending over to pick a sleepy bunny. Tears welled up in your eyes in fear, a whimper getting caught in your throat.

“Take of that shirt,” he retorted, a smirk tugging at his lips to reveal his razor sharp teeth. “Or I’m going to squish each of this little shits under my boot,”.

You complied without even thinking, discarding the shirt and freezing when the air stroked your bare skin. You covered yourself, eyes begging as your ears stood pointing up in fear.

“Get on all fours,” he commanded. You did as he told you, seeing him from the corner of you eye. He dropped the bunny in the bed, making his way to you, stalking you. His eyes raked your naked body, the marks Bucky had left in your smooth skin.

You felt the bed dip behind you and let out a sob, clutching the pillow. He hushed you mockingly, clawed hands smoothing over your hips to the tail that laid in the union of your cheeks. He reeked of that lemon-like smell and you wanted to puke.

“You look so good,” he growled, tearing his zipper down. You cried harder at the noise, breathing heavily and shaking.

He slapped the tip of his cock on your dry entrance, spitting on it to lube it. His hands went under your body, grasping your tits hardly. You sniffled as you felt his nails dig into your skin, burning slightly.

The door swing open and Rumlow stopped, jolting away from the sound the wood made when it clashed against the wall. You turned around to see the shining blond hair you’d recognize everywhere, along with the sweet scent that brought you comfort.

Steve and Bucky pointed the hand guns at Rumlow’s face; you nearly sobbed when you saw the scattered purple marks covering Bucky’s face, along with a bloody busted lip.

“Soldat,” Rumlow greeted casually, hand sliding down to grasp his gun. “Just having fun with your little Bunny, so submissive.”.

“Get the fuck out of my house,”Bucky bellowed, and you could almost mewl from his fierceness.

“But why?We we’re having so much fun!”He exclaimed, slightly shifting toward so that you could feel his bare dick prod your ass. “Little girl here got on all fours all by herself!”.

And Bucky lost it, jumping to him to sock his face. Rumlow fired, hitting Bucky’s arm before he could take the gun away. You yelped, running off the bed to Steve. Even though you were naked, Steve sheltered you with his body.

You saw the fight vividly, even though Steve tried to pull you away; both of them throwing punches at each other, Bucky getting scratches all over his body and marks that would soon turn like the ones he already had.

Another bullet was shot, this time by Steve’s gun. You gasped at the amount of red spilling from the mess of bodies, before Bucky pulled away. Rumlow hollered in pain, clutching his side as he groaned and tossed around.

Steve didn’t allowed you to see, but you heard it when Bucky pulled the trigger and Rumlow stopped screaming, his scent disappearing quickly behind him.

After Bucky had clothes you, he asked Steve to stay with you while he took care of the body. You offered to help him wash the floor, but Steve kindly told you to lay down and try to relax.

He even placed your babies next to you, saying it would do you good. And it did, you eased when you saw your babies safe and sound. You carefully looked at the spotted bunny he has picked up, your baby was still asleep as if nothing happened.

Hours passed before Bucky came back, thanking Steve as he left. He made his way to you slowly, hugging you from behind while kissing your shoulders.

You felt a tear drop into your neck, realizing he was crying. You held his hand tightly, kissing his bruised knuckles.

“I’m sorry,” he croaked, tears and sobs wrecking his voice. “They got me when I was checking the traps; told me Rumlow was on his way here, I’m so sorry bunny,”.

You fidgeted with the hem of the yellow hoodie you were in. You didn’t know what to tell him. Tears ran down your face, but you quickly wiped them. Bucky admired how strong you were, smiling for him as if nothing happened.

“What should we name them?”you said suddenly, hoping your children could cheat up the situation.

“The babies?”he asked once he controlled his cries, and you nodded, making him smile through tears.

“I think this one has your hair color,” you chuckled, picking up the lighter brown bunny who tiredly opened his eyes. “Even the same eyes!”

Bucky looked closer, realizing the Bunny had navy blue eyes.

“What about Sergeant?”He asked, watching you hum in agreement. “And how do we call this pretty girl?”

His fingers trailed over the white bunny, smaller than the rest.

“Spring!” you squealed, making him laugh.

By the end of your agreement, the darker brown bunny was called James, and the three spotted rabbits were called Lily, Basil and Cinnamon. Bucky fell asleep hugging your body, hand laying across your waste while you used his thick bicep as a pillow, the bunnies cuddling by your side.