#i completely didn't notice her saying blondies

[fullofsurprisesisntshe]

OH MY GOD?!!! ROBIN REMEMBERED??? DUFFERS WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS

still can't believe they didn't do anything with nancy getting vecna'd. robin knows what music she listens to. she could have saved her. it could've been a whole thing. she could have held nancy. WHEN I GET YOU DUFFER BROTHERS WHEN I GET YOU!!!1

[andillneverbethesame]

𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔.

❥ pairings: fred weasley x fem!gryffindor!reader

❥ summary: "i don't want you like a best friend, only bought this dress so you could take it off"

❥ warnings: underage drinking.... nothing much really

❥ word count: 1,4k

❥ a/n: based off the horniest song blondie could ever write, dress.

requested by @stevies-sweetie , hope u enjoy it. tysm for the request!!!

you looked into the mirror at yourself as angelina was finishing your hair and did a couple of changes in your make up. when she was done, you stood up to check the dress that you had bought in hogsmeade, and definitely not because george told you fred was going to wear a suit of the very similar colour.

"you look hot," your friend katie commented. "fred's going to drool when he sees you."

you rolled your eyes but the thought made blood rush into your cheeks.

"well," you sighed, "in case you have forgotten, me and fred aren't going together. i'm going with peter kerridge."

angelina scoffed. "can't believe you said yes to him. he's a complete jerk."

"well, nobody else has asked me. especially not fred," you said deffensively.

"i don't understand why, though," katie frowned. "even a blind person would be able to tell he likes you."

"apparently not," you retorted, enough with the topic of fred. it suddenly hit you how crazy it was to buy wine coloured dress just to match fred. he will probably be busy with his date to even spare you a glance and notice it.

with a sigh and a last look in the mirror, you made your way out of the dorm into the common room.

fred was already there, talking to his brother. just as george told you, the boy you fancied was truly wearing wine-coloured suit and you had to stop yourself from staring because, god, he looked so beautiful.

fred turned around just in time to see you walking down the stairs. his mouth slightly opened as his eyes scanned you up and down.

"you look so divine," he breathed out, reaching for your hand.

you blinked. "me?"

he chuckled. "yes. who else?"

just then, fred looked behind you, drawing his hand back. you turned around to see fred's date. she was very pretty though you hated to admit that. however, her dark blue dress didn't match fred's suit.

jealousy pulsed through your veins at the sight of them intertwining her arms and you looked away, deciding that it was time to meet peter in front of the entrance to the common room.

he looked handsome, peter, i mean. he wasn't bad looking at all, no. a lot of girls wished to be in your shoes at that very moment but your heart didn't pick up its pace when you locked your arms together or when he said you looked beautiful or when he held your waist as you two danced. you could only pretend that he was fred.

speaking of him, fred seemed to have far more fun than you. laughing with his date, george and angelina as you were sulking in chair while peter was getting you drinks.

angelina was right, peter was a complete jerk, talking about himself the whole night while you were only pretending to listen to whatever he was talking about and glancing over at fred across the whole great hall.

when peter approached you with the drinks, you chugged the whole glass in one go. your date stared at you wide-eyed before chuckling and asking if you want to dance again.

you shook your head but he kept bugging you, saying how boring you are and how he thought it was going to be more fun and how he then, standing there in front of you while the alcohol started doing its' job on you, wished he asked the girl that went with fred instead.

you scoffed and rolled your eyes so much that it hurt.

"of course! everybody wants to go with (name)!"

you crossed your arms on your chest and let out a sigh of relief when peter finally left you alone.

harry and ron joined you shortly after. they, just like you, weren't enjoying the night like everyone else. harry was in very similar situation like you, after all. he wanted to go with cho chang who went with cedric diggory and so, the boy spent the entire night glaring in his direction.

few minutes and about thousands of alcohol-filled glasses later, you started to feel your head spin. you were almost certain that if you tried to stood up and walk somewhere, you would most likely fall.

you were so lost in thoughts, staring at your lap and feet that you didn't notice fred approaching you. it was only when he tapped your shoulder that you glanced up at him.

fred didn't take that personally though as he sat down next to you, grinning from ear to ear. "hi."

you raised an eyebrow and blinked drunkely. "yes?" you asked, sounding more rudely than you intended to.

"hi?"

"how are you?"

you scoffed as if it wasn't obvious from your mood. "perfectly fine."

"mhm, yeah, i can see that." he then stood up and handed you his hand. "would you like to dance with me?"

you shrugged, hoping to hide the blush on your cheeks as you stood up and he took your hand into his.

as he dragged you to the dance floor though, you tripped over your feet and you would fall to the ground if fred didn't catch you in time.

he chuckled and said, "alright, dancing might not be the best for you right now," he paused as you placed your head on his shoulder, eyes dropping. "oh, no, love, don't you fall asleep on me. let's get you to your dorm, yeah?"

you hummed and fred lead you out of the great hall up the staircase which was quite difficult for you to walk up. fred would lie if he said if he didn't find you hilarious and absolutely adorable at that moment. but he always did.

"don't you think we'd be in your dorm faster if i gave you a piggyback ride?" he asked.

you nodded and fred bent in his knees so you could get on his back. you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your head against his, breathing in his hair shampoo that you loved so much.

you almost fell asleep by the time you arrived in your dorm but once you did, fred sat you down on his bed and carefully took off your heels.

"did you have fun tonight?" fred questioned, tried to keep you awake.

you pouted. "no," you hiccupped. "peter's a dick."

he smiled. "but you knew that when he asked you. why did you go with him?"

"cause you didn't ask me," you said, making fred freeze, glancing up at you.

"we-well," he stuttered, "i didn't know if you'd say yes. you're my best friend. . ."

"you're mine, too," you shrugged and bit your lip. "but maybe i don't want you like a best friend."

fred shook his head. "you have no idea what you're saying, y/n." your heels were off and so he stood up and you did too. you reached to your back for the zipper of your dress and even though you could reach it perfectly, you had an idea.

he was so close to you with his hands now on your almost bare shoulders and you could feel his hot breath on your neck and back. you shuddered but he didn't pull away. you turned around to face him and bumped your nose with his before connecting your lips together.

"could you help me?" you whispered and the good friend freddie was, he nodded and pulled the zipper down.

you really wanted to go further, but fred pushed you away, causing your eyes to widen as you thought, oh no what did i do?

"oh, love, no," he tucked a string of your hair behind your ear before taking your face into his hands, thumbs wiping the tears that fell from your eyes. "i'd love to continue this, but you're so drunk and i'm quite sober. i don't want to take advantage of you."

"you wouldn't," you mumbled and let the straps of your dress fall from your shoulders. fred's cheeks turned redder than his hair at the sight of your bare chest. he turned around to give you privacy and you grinned. "don't worry. i only bought this dress so you could take it off, anyway."

that night was the beginning of something magical.

[slvttysstuff]

REBOUND

Rebound (jay jo x reader)

Warnings: grammatical errors, typos, angst

Summar: months after shelly and jay broke up he found himself in a relationship with you while he hasn't moved on yet from his past lover (shelly)

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Jay and shelly broke up after jay found out that Shelly was having a relationship with someone that lives in England also, he was devastated he felt betrayed by the girl he loves the most, you and crew mates that were also your friend are there to comfort him, you were there since you two were kids, you two were super close not until shelly appeared in the picture, and unfortunately, they got together, so as for someone who respects their relationship, you distance yourself from the two of them and when the two of them broke up jay found you and went to find comfort on your side.

2 months after the break up, jay and you started dating, when your friends finds out about it they were happy for the two of you, you thought that he already moved on from shelly, but you were wrong, you caught him looking at shelly's insta where she post her new lover and also her pictures, you also saw those old pictures that jay and shelly had before at his phone, when you confronted him about it he just shrugged it off saying ' I just forgot to delete it', even your friends minu, Dom and the others noticed it they tried talking to jay about it but jay just ignored them.

You were currently at jay's house eating along with his mother, his mother knew you since you were kids so when she knew that you two were dating she was more than happy along with Kay his little brother " so how are you two? Are you two working out? " Her mom asked while eating, you thought jay would answer her but he didn't " oh yes, we are " I answered with a smile on my face " good then, I dont like the girl he's with back then, that blondie? At first look I already knew that she will hurt my son and I wasn't wro-" jay's mother was cutted off by jay

" can you stop talking about Shelly like that mom? " Jay commented, making her mom and me looked at him, ' why is he mad about that? ' I thought " what? I was just telling the truth " her mom said " that girl cheated on you remember? Why are you defending her? " Jay's mother argue " I'm not defending her." jay said but it doesn't look like what he said, he was completely defending Shelly's side as I was silent there the whole time, I lost my appetite to finish my food but I still tried, I don't want to be rude in front of the table and food

" I thought you've already moved on from that girl? Do you think Y/n willbe happy hearing this? the fact that you're defending that girl who hurt you jay? " Her mom kept saying making jay stood up " I'm done eating, I'll go to my room " jay said not wanting to talk with his mom anymore, as you looked at him following every movements he does, he didn't wait for her mom to say something and left, Mrs Jo could only sigh at his sons behaviour as she looks at me " I'm sorry dear " she said as she holds my hand " it's fine auntie, I'll talk to him " i said as i stood up and excused myself, I walked to jay's room, knocking before i opened the door and entered his room

Jay was on his computer, his back was facing me, " jay.." I called out for him, I only heard him humm, I closed the door and sat on the end of his bed " let's talk " I said looking at his back " about what? " He asked as he turns around to looked at me, I can't even read his face nor his emotions..

Silence filled the air first before I let out a long sigh " I want you to be honest with me " I started " you still lover her don't you? " I said as I looked at him wanting for him to answer but all he gave me was silence, his shoulder tensed a little

" I don't " he answered

" I said be honest with-"

" I gave you my answer y/n I said I don't " he cutted me off, looking at me directly, I chuckled bitterly as I looked down, tears were trying to fall already " then tell me the reason you acted like that earlier " I said, he stopped for a minute before he looked away " are we going to talk about it here too? " He stated, he was completely trying to pushed away the topic

" then explain to me the time I caught you several times looking at her account? Looking at the picture of you two? I asked you about it remember? You said you just forgot to delete it, the times you were about to call me shelly but realized it immediately.." I said, he onced again tensed up he knew he was caught already and he can't tell any excuses any more " now tell me jay " tears were now falling down in my eye

" I-I.. " jay try to say something but he couldn't came up the right words to say it " just tell me if you still love her jay " I said as I cried " y/n- " "Jay please! Don't make this hard for the both of us! " I yelled but I didn't get an answer to him as it went silent once again

" I still do..."

jay muttered his head was hung up low, I chuckled bitterly after I heard his answer " I knew it " I said, I looked at the other side of his room not wanting to looked at him " what about me? " I asked, jay looked at me, his eyes shows how sorry he was " Do you..." I stopped first, I was scared to hear his next answer " do you even loved me? " I asked, jay didn't think other wise and answered " o-ofcourse " he stutter " you loved me? But you still won't let go of your past? " I muttered " why did you even pursue me at the first place jay? " I asked I was so confused right now, he loves me but he can't moved on? What the fuck is that? What kind of excuse was that?!

" you made me feel so special when I'm with you, I thought being with you will make my feelings for shelly to fade away" " I thought once I try to fall once again I'll forget her, please I'm really sorry I swear I love you y/n, listen to me " jay explained as he tried to hold my hands but I immediately pulled away, I made him feel special but he couldn't make me feel like one, i want to say more to him i want to blame him for making me fall for him, for hurting me, for making me feel useless, for making me wait for him to love me, for making me feel dumb, idiot about his feelings that wasn't even true

I want to tell him everything....

" So I was just your rebound? " I mumbled, I chuckled as I stood up wiping my wet hands in my pants, jay stood up also trying to say something as he moved forward to hold me" y/n no-" he tried to talked but I cutted him " enough jay... "

" Let's end this.." after saying those words, I went outside his room leaving him there all alone I heard him calling me but I didn't listen, I was so fucking hurt that I don't want to see him for the meantime, I went downstairs, his mom saw me as she called me " hey dear how was your talk with jay? " She said making me stop in my tracks as I faced her mother giving her a small fake smile ' it doesn't go as I thought auntie, your son still loves his past' " it went fine auntie, I'll go home now auntie thank you for the food " I said taking my bag at the living room where Kay was there sitting while watching his favourite show " bye noona! " He called out as I bid my farewell to him before going out of their house, and that's where I find myself breaking down my heart was shattered, how could jay do that to me, all I did was give him love but I guess my love wasn't enough for him....

Feel free to request if you want a part 2^_^

[coryothesub]

Coryo from the academy being bullied by his classmates, the reader defends him, but with other intentions *wink, wink*

Oh dear anon this is an idea I didn't know I needed but I legit fell in love with it! This is also my first time writing Academy Coryo and I really enjoyed it, he’s just so innocent I can't... 

nsfw / mdni / academy!sub!coryo / academy!dom!reader

You were on your way to the library when you noticed a couple of girls taunting Coriolanus Snow in the hallway.

He was a year younger than you and you didn't know much about him except for the obvious fact that he was cute. And apparently he had some money problems because the whole conflict was about some extra food he had taken from the cafeteria for later.

“I knew it!” Valentia Frost looked upon him with an evil grin waving that goddamn sandwich in the air.

“Look at this little snob trying to act like he's one of us, but the Snows are actually a bunch of hungry beggars. So pathetic!”

Coriolanus stood by the wall completely frozen clutching at his textbooks. His face was flooded in red and you noticed tears welling up in his big blue eyes. He looked as if he was about to die from embarrassment and you suddenly felt sorry for him. Luckily you had the reputation of a menace after you had knocked out the biggest guy in your class when he tried to put a frog down your shirt.

“Leave him alone Valentia!” you shouted at her across the hallway. “The boy just wants to eat.”

“What are you his chaperone now?” The mean girl looked annoyed by your interference but she was also hesitant to push your buttons.

You approached her and stood dangerously close.

“Just fuck off!” You hissed and she reluctantly walked away, her clique following her immediately.

You grabbed Coryo by the hand and dragged him into an empty classroom nearby.

“Here you can eat your sandwich in peace.”

“T-thank you,” he said quietly, still looking terrified and embarrassed.

You approached him slowly and he started stepping back until he was stopped by an empty desk, he felt it pressing against his rear end and started leaning back as he felt your hot breath mere centimeters from his face.

“Don’t rush to thank me yet. Do you really think I'm done with you already?”

“I-I don't have any money…” Coryo confessed, his face bright red with shame.

You almost couldn't believe how innocent he was. He literally thought you were gonna make him pay for protection as if you were some kind of mob boss.

“I don't need your money, blondie,” you cooed and let your hand wander under his uniform kilt touching him rather inappropriately.

Coryo's mouth flew open as he slowly started to realize what were your true intentions.

It looked like he was trying to say something but words weren't coming out of his mouth, he just stared at you, his big baby blue eyes wide with shock.

You kept palming him for a short moment, then stopped abruptly.

“Of course, I’m not gonna do anything you don't like.”

The loss of contact elicited a soft whine from Coryo's lips.

“No, no, please…” he suddenly regained the ability to speak.

“Please what?” You teased, it was so arousing to see him all bushy and ashamed like that.

“Please continue… I did enjoy that.”

You leaned even closer to him, your lips lingering just near his.

“Okay then,” you whispered, causing his breath to hitch.

You let your lips press against his in what turned into a gentle kiss. You thought of it as pretty chaste, but Coryo almost jumped when he felt your lips on his.

Could it be possible that he hadn't even made out with a girl? The thought alone caused wetness to pool up in your panties.

You gave him a flirtatious smile and started unbuttoning your uniform jacket and shirt, revealing that you were wearing a pristine white bra. Without hesitation you pulled your titties out of the lacy fabric making Coryo gasp at the sight.

“Do you like what you see, Coriolanus?”

“I-I think you can call me Coryo now,” the boy was barely able to get the words out.

“You have beautiful breasts. May I…?”

Instead of an answer you took his hands and placed them on your tits. Coryo started fondling them carefully, his thumbs circling around your nipples, which were getting hard under his touch.

Enjoying his warm and soft hands on your skin you unzipped your uniform pants and let them fall freely on your neat shoes, followed by your panties.

You sat Coryo on the side of the desk and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, then got his kilt out of the way and slowly lowered yourself on his bulge, letting out a soft moan at the feeling of your naked wet pussy pressing against the raw fabric.

Coryo watched your movements in awe, his eyes widening at the sight of your bare cunt landing just above his aching cock. He wanted to fuck you so badly but you had decided to leave that for later.

You knew his virgin cock wouldn't be able to take it for too long so you started rubbing your dripping cunt against his hard-on slowly grinding your hips back and forth.

Coryo let out a cute little whimper and you echoed it with a moan finally feeling a little relief for your aching pussy.

“So responsive, baby, so hard for me already,” you whispered against his lips before catching them in another kiss. Coryo kept making the cutest sounds that vibrated against your mouth as you kept rubbing yourself on him making circular movements to get some friction for your clit.

The blonde boy moved lower leaving a trail of soft warm kisses down your neck and wrapping his lips around your nipple. He sucked on your titties hungrily as you dug your fingers into his soft blonde curls and tugged on them gently feeling your climax slowly approaching.

You sped up your movements grinding yourself against his rock hard bulge with full intensity feeling your wetness overflowing and staining his red uniform pants. The friction felt so damn good that it brought you over the edge and you threw your head back moaning loudly as you came all over his clothed cock.

You grabbed Coryo's face and kissed him roughly feeling his whole body trembling as he came inside his pants. The boy's mouth fell open and you licked along his lips and tongue as he savored his orgasm, probably the most powerful he had experienced yet. 

After climbing off Coryo's lap you looked at him with a satisfied smirk. The boy's pants were completely messed up, both from his cum and yours, he sat there panting heavily, his face flushed and hair disheveled. He looked so pretty like that.

“Look at all the mess you made,” you mused. “Turns out you're a little whore, Coriolanus Snow.”

Coryo had no arguments to refute that. The shade of red filling his cheeks only got a bit deeper.

“Are we going to do this again?” He asked, looking at you curiously.

You smiled at him and adjusted his kilt, hiding the big wet stains on his pants.

“Of course darling, I’ve still got a lot to teach you after all.”

[missyandthemisfits]

congrats on your 100 followers!! i saw that requests are open so could i request bakugo x hispanic! reader with a strong personality like him 🙏🙏 maybe hcs or scenario? wtv you feel comfortable with :) <3

Thank you so much anon 🥹 hope you like these!

Bakugo x Hispanic Reader 

-The first time he met the transfer student, Bakugo's eyes stayed on them for just a little longer than he would've liked - long enough for the cutie to take notice.

- Naturally, his response was to scowl and look away, mumbling something completely unnecessary under his breath with the faintest of embarrassed blushes.

- He thought that might be enough to keep them at bay for now-he thought wrong.

- "Heya," their smile was confident as they placed a hand on their hip, uniform fitting in all the right places, "I'm (Name). And you are?"

- "Busy." He was curt, caught off guard by the approach, but (Name) didn't falter a single bit.

- "Don't look it - kinda just looks like your arms a crossed at your desk, you know?" 

- A prominent vein popped out of his neck.

- He opened his mouth to respond, probably with something loud and rude, when (Name) interrupted with a loud, obnoxious sigh.

- "Look, here's the deal - I think you're cute blondie and I would really like to know your name despite the fact it's probably on the class roster. May I have that info, please?"

- And he thought he was bold. 

- He like doesn't know how to respond so gives up his name, albeit quietly and doesn't say another word for the rest of the school day. Genuinely shook.

- But the next day-

- "Yo, (Name)." Doesn't even give them one of his silly nicknames because if there's anyone his gonna remember in class, it's this one. They whip their head around and beam at Bakugo, chin Them falling onto their hand as Mina attempts to hide her squeals.

- "Katsuki Bakugo, what a nice surprise! How can I help you?" 

- His heart betrays him and flutters bit but he tries to counter it by slamming his hands onto their desk.

- "Fight me!" 

- Ahh, of course. 

- Their smile drops and for a second Bakugo actually wonders if he offended them somehow- then they laugh, hard. 

- "Alright then. After school - if you're late, I'll assume you got scared and went back to your dorm room~" 

- "HAH??!?"

- Man, did (Name) know how to push his buttons.

- And I'll be damned if he didn't actually like it-

-  "So (Name) is really something, huh?" 

- Katsuki felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up at the question. Kirishima hadn't notice how tense his friend's shoulders became or how his brows furrowed more than usual, but it was definitely happening. He gave a grunt, speeding up his pace slightly. 

- "Sometimes, it's hard to tell whether you like each other or hate each other!" The redhead laughed cluelessly and Katsuki felt his face heat up, pushing him further into annoyance.

- See, Katsuki Bakugo realized his feelings for (Name) a little while ago and truly it was inevitable, what with the constant back and forth, the pendulum swing between the bickering and one sided flirting on their part.

- And how could he not like them? They were strong willed, powerful, intelligent- but somehow also playful and fairly friendly once you got passed their resting bitch face. Somehow, they had successfully invaded every corner of his mind over time and it was driving him mad, honestly pissing him off like nothing else. 

- "So, about that date..." (Name) never did get a definitive answer from the blonde who to be honest, had become pretty nervous inwardly. He stuffed his hands further into his pockets, eyes narrowing before he came to an abrupt stop. (Name) stopped as well, raising a brow.

-"...If it'll shut you up about it, fine. And it better not be anywhere lame or next time, I'm picking the spot." He said that but his voice was free of any anger and it was much softer than his normal speaking - or, yelling voice. 

-The blush on (Name)'s face was bright and they inched uncomfortably close to Bakugo, who stumbles back a bit, looking everywhere but their grin.

-"Next time? So, there's definitely gonna be a next time then?" 

-"Shut up."

- Little did he know, the teasing was about to get so much worse.

- And boy does it.

- Is absolutely about to get comfortable enough around them to tease them back.

- ...in time.

- In the meantime, he's kind of a dork who doesn't want (Name) to find out he's a dork.

- Thinks it's VERY cool they know 3 languages (English, Spanish AND Japanese, go name) but is also a little bit sore because he still struggles a little bit with English. Decided to learn Spanish in secret, partially to surprise them and partially for the subtle ego boost when he's able to say something to them without sounding like an idiot. 

- Hides the fact that he's able to pick up a few words here and there while they're on the phone with their mom who is apparently not in the country at the moment. 

- Very into the Spanish nicknames they give him - something about those damn nicknames just send chills up and down his spine in the nicest way. 

- Did I mention these two are a power couple? Know that gets tossed around alot but THESE TWO??? The real deal. 

- To those silly enough to try and win over his affection knowing he's spoken for, prepare to be ridiculed in not one, not two, but THREE different languages- (Name) is switching between the three so quickly the pleb doesn't even know how to respond and just...leaves.

- To those stupid enough to try and take Katsuki Bakugo's love interest? A simple R.I.P

- He's not going to kill them...but he might just hospitalize them. Purposely.

- There are times when he wants them to speak nothing but Spanish around him and he's either staring at them with these uncharacteristically soft eyes or he's half sleep on their shoulder just enjoying the absolute fuck out of just existing in their wonderful presence.

- Naturally sweaty palms but you knew that already - what you probably didn't know is that he's a little against hand holding because of it despite wanting desperately to just take their hand in his and just sit there. He gets comfortable enough with it eventually, not that it stops (Name) from grabbing them anyway, protests and all.

- If you think his hands are bad, his entire body breaks out in a sweat before/after the first kiss. His face is this bright red and he is clearly overthinking everything under the sun, but (Name) decides to lay off the teasing for once, pretty flustered themselves.

- It's actually pretty cute.  

- Kaminari decides to (not very stealthily) commemorate this moment with a photo against the warning of Sero - let's just say he was in pain the next morning.

OkaEE anon I don't actually write Bakugo often at all but I enjoyed this soooo much thank you for requesting! 

ps, I'm actually dating someone who is Hispanic/Black/White and he's so stinkin cute

[twinkletfout]

Rude boy — Prt.2

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You shot your head back at him, his face still hooked on that blonde’s face. A smirk rested on his face as he danced with you completely ignoring your presence. You couldn't believe some guy could make your eyes water just with whatever he was doing right now.

You tried to get off of him, trying to wiggle your hand out from his grasp, too bad that your hand was on a strong grip. He wasn't going to let you go so easily. He noticed you struggling as he finally, finally looked down at you. He mouthed ‘What?’ ‘let me go.’ you mouthed back, as you glared at him. ‘Now.’

His grip loosened as you finally got away from him, you didn't bother looking at him before you started walking away from him. But you did see the blonde girl’s face growing into a smirk obviously looking at him. Just after you got out of the bar, grabbing your wrist, he made you look at him.

“What?” You almost yelled out, he let go of you and said, “Listen to me” he said panting.

You crossed your arms and waited for him to speak up. He let out a sigh before saying, “I need you to be my girlfriend,” he admitted. With that you were almost sure, your jaw hit the ground. Gaining your posture, you said “Why don't you ask that to your blondie lover?” you snapped back, he made a sound of frustration before he said. “That's my ex,” he said, meeting your gaze. “Oh, so ex lover,” you murmed.

“Can you do it or not?” He asked you finally. “Would you believe me if I said that I don't want to?” A kind of satisfaction bubbled up inside your chest. He let out an exasperated laugh and said “I won't” he admitted. A smile grew on your face as you said “Well, not interested” giving him a taste of his own medicine.

You started walking away before he yelled “I’ll pay you” you stopped on your track, ‘pay me? For acting as his fake girlfriend?’. “How about 300?” he said behind your back, and after you turned around to face him, he walked towards you but before he could say anything you said “600 or nothing” you waited for his response. It felt like he really needed you because he nodded his head and said “deal”

He didn't bother talking anymore as he finally grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside the bar. “So, uhh you gonna pay me now or..?” You whispered in a voice that only he could hear. “Trust me, I'll reward you if you do good” he looked back at you and smiled as he said as he kept on walking. Ah, you averted your gaze with that, you could feel yourself burning up around your wrist, the warmth of his hand spreading to each part of your body. ‘Was this the right choice?’

He sat down on one of the couches and pulled you into his lap. You hesitated for a moment, but sat down anyway. His hands wrapped around you as he brought you closer and closer to him. “Should we do this?” You whispered to him. “You’re getting flustered, love” he murmured back. One of his hands crawled down your thigh, bringing up the reddish satin dress as his hand slid inside your inner thigh. You squirmed on his lap by the way he touched you. “Shh, don't move too much, you'll make me feel good” you tried not to move because of his comment, you could feel his smile behind your back as he brought it towards the nape of your neck. Planting a gentle kiss, sending a shiver down your spine as he did.

His movements stopped for a second, as you wondered why, you saw that blonde again with the most unpleasant face a woman could ever have. You would’ve been pissed off as well if you were her. You knew he noticed her as he suddenly made you face him, his eyes glared down into yours looking for approval, as you nodded softly. He didn't waste any time before his lips crashed onto yours.

As the both of you kissed, his other hand gripped your thighs and turned you around which later climbed behind your back. Pulling away from each other to breathe before both of you kissed again and again. You feel the blondie boring a hole behind your back. He was loving this, not the kiss you guessed, but the jealousy of her. He was loving it so much that he didn't want to pull away from you.

You could see her stomping off through the corner of your eyes as you both kissed. You thought he would pull away as soon as she left. But his grip on your waist only tightened as he devoured you. It was such a shame that you needed to pull away even though the urge to keep going was still there.

As you finally pulled away, his eyes slowly fluttered open to your panting self. Both of you were gasping for air. He averted his gaze and asked “Is she gone?” You brought your hand up to your lips to wipe the spit off. “Yeah I think so,” you admitted as you looked around.

He let out a sigh before he said “Then get off” he said, “Thought you loved feeling good?” you said sarcastically as you got off of him. “Oh I do.” he smiled, clearly mocking you. “Just not from you” he said as he walked towards the counter to order a drink. You followed behind him, you saw the bartender sliding the drink towards him, “Pay up, pretty boy” you told him as you saw reaching for the drink but you took the shot glass before he could. Just after you spilled the drink down your throat he said “Give me your number” You didn't mind giving him your number so you did. The moment after you gave him your number. You received a notification, obviously it's the cash. “Happy?” He asked as he scrolled on his phone. You brought down the shot glass on the counter and said “Thank you for the drink” before you got up and left. You could feel him still staring at you as you exited the bar.

[duvetfawn]

CHAPTER II

<previous chapter>

A/N: Hi peoplee, just wanted to say "thanks" to all those who reposted or liked my previous work. Again, thank you so much. It means a lot <3. This chapter is a bit longer than the first one, well it was my choice because, as I said, English isn't my first language, so I apologise if there are a lot of mistakes. I didn't proofread this since I didn't have time, sorry again!

PAIRING: Professor! Benedict Cumberbatch x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

You were sipping a cup of coffee as you were smiling after reading the man’s response. You felt entirely happy and proud, you loved trying to be useful, especially when it was about your friends. That was what always made you so cheerful. You quickly glanced at the clock to check the hour and felt relieved. It was early, Cassie was still sleeping. The London rain was profoundly relaxing and the sounds that produced were flawless to your ears. You placed down the Sylvia Plath book and walked to the bathroom, there you took a nice, warm shower and did your skin care. Sometimes you felt like your life was a bit too monotonous for your personality, but yet, you couldn’t do anything but admire it. You were the “frazzled english woman”, people on social media always use those words, don’t they? Funny enough, you probably didn’t even know about that “nickname”. In fact you never followed specific trends, that doesn’t mean you were completely ignorant about fashion though. Not at all. You were a girl in your twenties after all, you definitely were very indecisive about your “style”, because you’ve never had one in particular, you liked changing, it was a phase you liked to consider as “exploring”. You did your hair, which means you styled them in a messy bun, a chic yet simple hairstyle that enhanced your features. The annoying sound of the alarm woke your friend, who, after a huge amount of swearing, joined you on the balcony.

“Good morning.” You noticed Cassie.

“Morning.” She smiled after yawning nonchalantly.

“Coffee or tea?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“Coffee.. Obviously.” The blondie giggled, patting your shoulder before heading to the bathroom.

You nodded after hearing her reply and went to prepare another coffee.

After an hour you and Cas left the apartment and reached the Tube, there, your best friend did her make up and fixed her hair, while you were listening to music through your headphones.

Once you arrived at the final destination you walked for a few minutes till you could finally glance at your uni. After you stepped in, you blew a kiss to your acquaintance and went to the English classroom. You greeted one of your favourite professors and took a seat, positioning your stuff on the desk, feeling utterly determined to focus on your classes.

The time passed surprisingly fast and you weren’t complaining at all. The thought of meeting the most hated professor of the institute intrigued you, but you couldn’t deny you were also kinda anxious. You grabbed your bag and quickly made your way to the teacher’s office. When you noticed that name on the door you immediately bit your lip, starting to question yourself if it really was a good idea. You put a strand of your hair behind your ear and came closer to the room.

You finally knocked, your hand trembling, keeping your eyes on the floor. 

“Come in.” The tone of his husky voice made you look up, before opening the door letting you meet his intense gaze.

When your friend told you the man was attractive, you clearly weren’t expecting that. He was tall and lean, the kind that seemed effortlessly draped in finely tailored suits, with an elegance that belonged to another era yet remained undeniably timeless. His cheekbones were striking, carved high and defined, lending his face a sculptural quality, as though an artist had delicately chiselled each line to capture an almost ethereal beauty. His eyes, a beguiling shade of blue-green, were piercing and deep, holding a touch of mystery, like distant waves glimmering beneath moonlight. They had an uncanny ability to shift from an intense, searing gaze to a gentle warmth that drew you in, inviting you to linger. His lips, full and slightly bowed, seemed crafted for thoughtful pauses, for words spoken with purpose, for the trace of a smile that was as enigmatic as it was charming. His hair fell in waves that were sometimes perfectly in place, sometimes artfully tousled—always framing his face like a portrait painted to evoke quiet fascination. There was a strength to his shoulders and hands, graceful yet firm, as though built to hold something delicate with purpose and care. The lines of his jaw were strong and elegant. The ends of his tight navy blue shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing an expensive watch that was perfectly positioned on his wrist. You felt those ocean eyes scanning you, but you couldn’t understand if they were expressing disgust or admiration, not before hearing those words.

“Staring isn’t nice, you know?” He evidenced the first word, finally distracting you from those forbidden thoughts you were having. Cumberbatch crossed his arms, his facial expressions impossible to decipher. You felt so stupid, you just met the man and you couldn’t even mutter a syllable. You hated the effect he had on you, because it was something, probably some kind or power or control no one had over you. Benedict carried an aura of mystery and refinement, as if he was a figure from the pages of a classic novel—someone who belonged equally in the smoky allure of an old jazz club or wandering misty cliffs, a romantic spirit woven into the fabric of his very presence.

“Andrews, right? Andrews Phoebe.” He pronounced your name smirking, as if he flawlessly understood the reactions you were giving. You immediately nodded. “Yes, yes It’s me.” You fixed the hem of your skirt, suddenly feeling embarrassed and ashamed of your own attitude, the professor fixed his gaze on your clothes, but you didn’t notice that, you were being too focused on the floor. What was so interesting about it? Absolutely nothing, but you weren’t capable of making eye contact at that moment.

“Take a seat.” The teacher moved behind the desk as he sat on the chair, while you followed his instructions. He turned on his laptop and proceeded to ignore you for a couple of minutes.

“I find it curious how you decided to join just now, Ms. Andrews. Care to explain? Because as you may have guessed, I’m not here to waste my time.” He questioned, moving his gaze to your frame. His annoyed voice almost made you change your mind, but you decided to remain polite for the sake of Cassie.

“I do apologise for not sending that email sooner, I underrated those lessons by thinking the books involved weren’t quality ones, but after taking a look at the examined material during the past classes I immediately changed my mind.” You were a terrible liar, you knew that too, but he seemed to get along with that. At least that’s what you hoped, the professor didn’t look very convinced, not at all, but he totally wasn’t interested in having an argument with a student that wasn’t even his own. Perhaps what intrigued him the most was the fact that a designer student developed a sort of attachment to his lessons, it was strange for him. He never had someone in his course from the graphic sector, so he thought he could give it a try.

“Right.” His short response sent you chills through your spine. A tiny amount of hope still burning in you.

“Luckily for you we didn’t examine much. As you said, the course basically just began, we’ve just started a new book, the author is Dostoevskij.” He explained, keeping his eyes on the laptop.

“Dostoevskij? We’re going to read his books?” You asked while an enormous smile appeared on your lips. He moved his gaze to you, his expression still serious.

“Exactly. Crime and punishment precisely.” You were screaming internally. “How could Cassie hate such lessons?” That’s the question you kept asking yourself. 

It was strange how nothing softened the professor, nothing had an effect or impact on him, or at least, that’s what you believed. You were always considered the “teacher’s favourite”, in any circumstance. Other than being flawlessly pretty, everyone was amazed by your innocent and pure soul. A commendable quality about you was the fact that you were truly interested in others. It wasn’t about what other people thought about you, when someone was in need, you were more than happy to help.

“I’m emailing you an introduction I made about the classical genre, examine it and you can prepare some questions for the next time.” Cumberbatch affirmed in a distant, cold tone, bringing you back to Earth.

“Next time? You mean during the lesson?” You asked, truly confused.

“No. It’s better if you spend an hour right before the course in my office, just like we did today, considering you decided to join just now.” He punctuated the last phrase, finally glancing at you. Your lips broke away at the sentence, you looked down for a millisecond and then returned your gaze to the professor, who anticipated you. You were in complete ecstasy, but you had to contain yourself. You’ve always searched for someone that had the same taste as yours in literature and apparently, the hated teacher seemed to fit in that role perfectly.

“Okay. I will.” You smiled, you were so determined, you wanted to impress him.

“Good.” He closed his laptop and started to prepare his bag. The professor ran a hand through his hair, before reaching his jacket. 

“You can leave now.” Cumberbatch said, a hint of annoyance in his voice, while opening the door for you.

“Oh yeah, right.” You immediately got up, embarrassed and confused at the same time, but could you blame yourself? He was being an absolute twat.

You adjusted the hem of your skirt another time and made your way to the door, your cheeks burning. 

“See you on Monday, professor.” You quickly looked at him before leaving.

“See you.” He glanced at you for the last time.

[binary-not-found]

Now Lucy

You know Lucy is the love of my life, and I love her with my heart, however…her return should have been in her show, with her team and into the arms of her girlfriend.

But since I didn't get that, I have to work with what we got.

The fact that Jane only mentioned that Lucy was already there and we didn't even find out how or when Lucy arrived in LA is odd, Jane and Lucy love each other as family and have proven to be close beyond work, the fact that Lucy just appears on screen in a show that isn't hers seems a little off to me

But look how pretty she looks 🥺

Lucy is still a junior agent, it's her first time working with another team and in another city, she immediately attaches herself to the dynamic by helping out where she's needed without missing a moment. I have to go back to personal opinions for a moment, because Lucy mentions that she was talking/working with Ernie, but in the Hawai'i episode, Kate and Ernie were working together most of the time, it's weird that suddenly it's just Ernie without Kate, being that the case isn't over yet and her girlfriend's life is in mortal danger.

Once again Lucy knowing where she can help notices the stress and anguish Fatima is feeling at the moment and tries to comfort her. Lucy knows enough to know that wanting to run to do something is not always the right thing to do or what will help the case, so she takes this experience and uses it to provide support when she knows it is needed.

I honestly don't have anything to say about this scene, I just know she looks cute…🥰

And of course I couldn't leave out the most important moment of the whole crossover, the one second that made three hours of shows worth it 🤗

I have to say that the little dynamic we saw between Lucy and Fatima I thought was kind of sweet, it's like Lucy saw Fatima, Fatima saw Lucy and they both said "I want her" and they made this little team 🤭

I have to say I love Lucy inviting the LA team to Hawai'i, because she's going back to the boat and not to the island 😅

My recap ends here, the following is a PERSONAL opinion about the characters (especially Kacy) and their development within the crossover, you are free not to read it if you don't want to, and if you read it and have something to say, you know all comments are welcome ✨

Here goes:

First Jane. Special Agent in Charge Jane Tennant completely forgot that she has kids, and walked in and out of the island without taking the time to call Alex (or ex-husband) to let them know she wasn't going to be there and that someone needed to take care of Julie and make sure she was asleep on time. She left for LA without a word, pulled Lucy from her job (Jane left in Hawai'i two agents perfectly capable of doing any job needed, honestly calling Lucy was not essential) only to have her cover small things about the case and ignore her presence completely. Jane has created a sense of family with her team and during this crossover this completely disappeared.

Now, FBI Special Agent Kate Whistler, my blondie is a great agent, we all know that, but the one thing she has shown herself to be vulnerable for, is Lucy, if something or someone threatens Lucy's life, she immediately reacts and does everything to prevent something from happening to her, yet in the episode, she sees Lucy on the wall, with her information written around her picture, and she had no reaction whatsoever? The Kate I know would have immediately tried to find out what it was about, she would have called Lucy's number without a second thought to make sure her girlfriend is okay, but zero reaction is something that is nothing like her.

Now, Special Agent afloat Lucy Tara, she walked in and out of the LA episode as if we Hawai'i fans haven't had more than a month without seeing her, she didn't cross words with Jane, didn't ask about anyone or tell anything. We don't know where she was or where she was going, we don't know how she has been or if her fear of the ocean is less now that she has been on a big boat for so long, she just stood there as if she never left.

If I'm honest I don't want to comment too much on Kacy, because I'm upset and I'm going to stay upset, but the fact that it wasn't mentioned even by mistake that they are a couple was a decision that was made when writing the crossover, it wasn't even necessary that they were together in a scene or that we saw them talking on the phone or facetime, we simply needed to know that Kate was worried about Lucy and that Lucy was worried about Kate, but they decided not to and now there are people saying that Kate is "perfect" to be with Callen (that was the icing on the cake). That's why my annoyance has gotten the better of me and my recaps with a thousand gifs won't come back until Kacy returns and the scenes they have together make me happy. You know I love to share my opinions and gifs with you, I like to read the little comments and receive messages in my chat about opinions we share, that's why I'll keep doing my analysis about the episodes, I'm just going to skip the part of making gifs and analyze scene by scene 🤷🏻‍♀️

That's all for today, I hope you liked it, you know that my question box is always open and that my private chat is always available, thanks for reading, bye bye 🙌🏼

2/2 episode 10

[novankenn]

Freakshow (3)

/==- Chapters -==/

Cinder let her eyebrow rise as noticed the entrance of the unremarkable hoodie clad blond boy. She turned her amber eyes from Roman and regarded the newest addition to the group scattered about the loading dock. She had come to conduct a follow-up inspection of a sort, before moving towards the next step of her plan. But now she was annoyed. There was someone new. Someone who she didn't know, and who seemed to be involved.

Roman: Don't worry about blondie. It's a project Junior is working on. It's only here to top up the guys, and it knows nothing.

Cinder: Top up? Tell me, Roman, how does one 'top-up' another?

Roman: It's Junior's business. Leave it at that.

Cinder: (Smirking) No, I do not think I will. You see, since you and Junior are in my employ... your business is my business, in particular when IT could negatively impact my aims.

Roman: (chewing on the end of his unlit cigar.) It's nothing. It has a semblance useful for healing. That's why Junior keeps it around. The kid's like a living aura battery.

Cinder reached up and tapped her right index finger on her chin. She was a little interested in why Roman called the boy and it all the time.

Cinder: So I then can assume that he is capable of pushing his aura into others? Because that is hardly remarkable. Anyone with a modicum of training can force aura into another if needed.

Roman: Look, I can only tell you what I know, and as knowing how Blondie's semblance really works, is not one of those things. (his teeth clenched around the moist nub of his burnt out cigar) We're here to discuss the next stage. Those animals have moved everything off site.

Cinder: And the delivery method?

Cinder's eyes returned to watch the blond boy move about the room. There was a deep golden glow, surrounding his hands, he touched one goon after another. While she wasn't impressed with the nature of his semblance, the ease at which he was able to utilize it was impressive.

Roman: It's almost completely repaired. Maybe two weeks.

Roman's eyes narrowed, as he watched Cinder totally ignore his report, in favour of watching Blondie.

Roman: For someone not impressed. You seem obviously interested.

Cinder: I am. (returning her gaze to Roman with a smirk) It's too easy for him, so what is the true story, Roman?

Roman: There is none. It unlocked it when it mistakenly got caught in a cross fire.

Roman pulled out the remains of his cigar and tossing it aside, he pulled out a fresh one, and lit it. The acrid smoke floated about his head as he puffed.

Cinder: Roman?

Roman: I don't really know its story. Junior took it in. All I know is that, it can push aura into anyone, without any real effort.

Cinder allowed her amber orbs to narrow, as if trying to call Roman on a bluff.

Roman: I asked it once. Says it feels like it's just letting it flow. Makes it sound like it's pouring water.

Cinder: I know there is an AND in there.

Roman: Seems that it's little top-ups boost the guys. Faster, stronger, heals them up. Minor shit gone in seconds. (Roman puffed on his cigar) Like I said, it's a living aura battery.

Cinder: Sounds like he is more than just a living battery. I think I want to meet HIM.

Roman: No.

Cinder: What. Did. You. Just. Say?

Roman: I said No. Blondie is Junior's asset.

Cinder: I could just...

Roman: You could, but that would cause a fight. (Roman gave Cinder a sly grin.) One that you might win, but you would also definitely lose.

Cinder: Lose to you? Don't make me vomit.

Roman: Yeah, a fight now would draw attention, and that would draw noses, which will dig up secrets, not to mention Junior has the place wired. (Roman chuckled as Cinder's eyes widened.) Not in that way, but it is a dead man's switch. He fails to enter a code and all the spicy underbelly of Vale will become so much more public... specifically the dealings of one femme fatale and a gentleman thief. With images that are very clear and show your face.

Cinder: You are playing...

Roman: There is no game, Cinder. This is business, and seeing as you press-ganged us into your employment...something had to be arranged to protect our interests. (Roman puffed on his cigar) Now back to the original purpose of this get together.

[dehliadelights]

Blondie tilts her head to the side, as if taken off guard, before she speaks softly. "Well, from what I know, we've joined the Reapers' Game, which we have to play for seven days... and we need to complete missions in pairs." At least she was somewhat able to explain, even though she clearly knew little more than he did.

"Okay? So we just have to play this 'game'?" He's annoyed, talking to the strange girl who had bumped into him. He didn't need anyone, so this was already putting him on edge.

The girl was quiet for a moment, seeming to think, "Yeah, I guess so." She seems to take a moment longer to think, but when she tries to speak again, she's cut off by strange, floating graffiti that looks like a frog head. Noticing it, she turns, immediately seeming nervous. "Hey, so, we should really make that pact now..."

He can see why almost immediately after the girl says it, as a few green frogs that seem to be made of static and graffiti jump from the floating sigil, and they are not friendly. He steps back, noticing one of the weird frogs is getting ready to attack. "Please!" The girl insists, reaching out her hand to him, "I don't want to be erased!"

He wants to take a moment to think about that term. Erased. That was the same used in the strange spam mail he had gotten. He doesn't have time to think about it, though, as his attention shifts to the girl again. "Okay," He says, trying to ignore the slight tremble in his voice, "I accept."

A sneak peak at my current writing project >:3 I'm so hyped with this one, my inspiration is completely devoted to this now.

[jojameswinter]

Ok in the first episode of season 3 we need John B to say something to Kie or JJ about the shift between them because if anyone is gonna notice the shift in Kie and JJ’s relationship John B is gonna notice first because it just makes the most sense since John b said in season 1 that JJ is always hitting on her so I need John B to ask JJ something like “what’s up with you and Kie you guys seem to be getting really close” and then JJ is confused too because he has noticed Kie has been giving him more attention and looks that he hasn’t been given from her before so jj is probably gonna say something like “nah you’re crazy it’s just cuz we’re all stuck on an island together” and then John B goes to Kie and maybe teases her about the way her and JJ’s relationship seems different and she won’t confirm or deny… how would you want it to play out like what would you want John be to ask jj and Kie or what comments do you think John b would make?

There are several scenarios that I think could happen! I've mentioned that I think Sarah is more perceptive than John B and we've definitely seen some of her looks like she is picking up on the jiara vibe. However...as you said, John B's heard/seen the most and has known them longer. I could also see Cleo just cluelessly calling them out as if it's obvious, like "oh, hey your boyfriend wants you," or "oh, I assumed blondie was your boyfriend," or something like that. Because what else would she think??!! 😂

If it's John B, I imagine it happening in a natural way maybe at first. Like he witnesses a charged look or moment and the second Kie walks away, he just turns to JJ like "what the hell was that about?" and JJ's in denial like "what the hell was what about?" and John B's just scoffing like, "don't give me that shit, you like her. What's goin' on with you and Kie?" Something like this!

I agree, I definitely think JJ would be like "You don't know what you're talking about." And John B might say something like "no, she's never acted like that with anyone else, and you know it."

I think with Kie it could look similar. I could see the charged moment happening and when JJ walks away, JB just sort of tries to contain a smile/look and Kie is like "What?" And he's like, "I didn't say anything." and she's just like "Shut up."

Anyways, I am so excited to see how the Pogues start to pick up on things and how that will unfold!!!!!

Jiara is so completely obvious and transparent lmao, so if the Pogues haven't noticed already, it's not gonna take long ❤️ LOOK AT HOW KIE'S LOOKING AT HIM FOR GOD'S SAKE THEY'RE GONNA KILL ME

gif by @kiekiecarrera ❤️

[noellawrites]

His Future Wife (Part 1) - Yandere!Sonny Carisi x reader

Series Masterlist

summary: you’re the new SVU detective and manage to catch a certain Italian’s eye. unlucky for you, he‘s already preparing to make you his wife.

warnings: brief (non-graphic) mentions of assault and attempted rape, a bit of creepy carisi

Your heels clicked on the linoleum floor as you paced back and forth in the middle of the squad room. It was your first day as a Detective at the Manhattan Special Victims Unit, and you were waiting for your interviewer and new boss, Lieutenant Olivia Benson.

You glanced around the bullpen and noticed a couple empty desks, one of them soon to be yours. You watched a short blonde woman exit the elevator with two cups of coffee in her hands. She breezed past you and headed right to the desk of a man in a suit who was hunched over some paperwork.

"Long night with Jesse?" he asked, leaning back in his chair and grinning at the blonde woman.

You immediately recognized his Staten Island accent, then analyzed his face and realized he had to be Italian.

"You wouldn't believe it! She wouldn't stop crying, no matter what I did. Must've been four by the time she crashed," the blonde woman groaned.

Staten Island laughed, tilting further back. As you stared the two of them, he looked past blondie and directly at you. He smiled, showcasing his dimples.

Blondie turned around and made eye contact with you, but she didn't have a chance to say anything before the elevator doors opened up once again to reveal Olivia, your saving grace.

"(Y/n), hello and congratulations! This desk will be yours, so please get comfortable. Everyone, this is Detective (y/n) (y/l/n), she's our newest addition so let's be conscious in showing her the ropes, alright? (Y/l/n), meet me in my office in ten," Olivia ordered, giving you a tight smile.

Olivia walked to her office, shutting the door behind herself. You sat down and tried to avoid everyone's gazes as they stared at you. It almost made you self-conscious. Was your hair out of place? Did you forget to dry-clean your blazer? Did you sit in something on the subway ride? No, you told yourself, you looked completely fine. Radiant, beautiful even. You were used to the guys in Narcotics either bullying you or objectifying you. That's why you'd requested a transfer, and thankfully SVU was looking for someone like you.

"New girl, where 'ya from?" Staten Island asks.

You looked up from your desk to face blondie, Staten Island and an older, critical-looking man who brought his own cup of steaming coffee to his desk.

"I spent three months as a Detective in the Queens Narcotics Division," you explained.

"Where were you before that?" he asked again, raising an eyebrow.

"I spent two years as an officer before getting promoted to detective, then transferred to Narcotics," you explained, opening your bag and pulling out a few frames you'd brought to decorate your desk.

"Only two years to rise through the ranks? Pretty impressive," blondie offered.

"Thanks. Top of my class at John Jay and the Police Academy. Dad was a cop, too. I care a lot about my career, so I study a lot. Read cases, whatever," you explained.

They both shared a glance, wordlessly exchanging their opinions on you.

You wished you didn't have to explain your life story on the first day, but they seemed curious. You also appeared to be the youngest cop in here by a long shot, which also made you a bit nervous. Your age had made you a target at Narcotics, so you'd learned to make an effort to look older. Turtlenecks and modest skirts were your wardrobe staples.

"Anyway, I should probably go talk to Lieutenant Benson. What are your names again?" You asked, rising from your desk and walking towards theirs.

"My apologies, I'm Amanda Rollins," the blonde woman smiled, shaking your hand.

"I'm Dominick Carisi Junior, but you can call me Sonny. It's nice to meet you," Staten Island said, standing up and shaking your hand. He stared at you with his piercing blue eyes, so intensely that you had to look away.

—

“So, (y/n), you busy after your shift?” Sonny asked as the two of you climbed into his squad car. You’d just got done chasing another dead-end lead on a serial rapist case connected to a powerful tech company.

“Uh, I’ll probably just watch some TV and unwind, why?” you asked, buckling your seatbelt.

“Just wondered if you’d wanna get drinks is all.”

“Nah, I’m alright. Thanks though,” you said, then cleared your throat.

“Next time,” Sonny insisted, then started the car.

You looked out the window as your partner drove, willing the situation to not get any more awkward than it already was.

—

“C’mon, it’s been a long day. Cannoli’s at Veniero’s, my treat,” Sonny insisted as he stood next to your desk in the bullpen.

“No thanks, Carisi,” you sighed, going back to your paperwork. Your last case about a child sex trafficking ring had left you with a hellish amount of work to finish, let alone the emotional toll.

You had been ignoring Sonny’s advances since you’d started at SVU, and you wish he’d lay off. Not only was it weird but it reminded you of some of the men from Narcotics. You didn’t like the way he would always stare at you from his desk, either.

The only reason you hadn’t talked to Liv about it was because most of the time, Sonny was extremely nice and considerate. Not at all like your old co-workers who would corner you by the women’s lockers or taunt you at your desk. If you ever had a question or needed help, he was always the first to assist.

“C’mon (y/n), they’ll change ‘ya life!” he insisted, placing a hand on your desk and leaning over.

“Carisi, I’ve told you that I’m not interested in dating my co-workers,” you explained.

Before he had the chance to respond, your phone buzzed. It was sitting face-up next to your paperwork, so both you and Sonny had a full view of the text.

“What’s that? Who’s Alex?” he spat. You scrambled to move your phone, but the damage was done. The text wasn’t even that bad, just a friend of yours who’d moved back to the city and wanted to grab dinner. It didn’t help they had heart emojis next to their contact name, though.

“It’s just a friend, Carisi. Relax.”

“If someone’s hassling you, you let me know, alright?” he insisted, narrowing his eyes at you.

You nodded in response, wondering for a split second if he knew about the situations with your old co-workers.

You decided to brush it off, finishing the page of notes you’d been writing and folding up the case file, returning it to your desk drawer. You just wanted to get home, and the bullpen was mostly empty. You hadn’t even realized it was almost ten.

—

You rode the subway for over an hour before you finally reached your stop. It sucked, but you didn’t have a car and it was the only way to get from Manhattan to your studio apartment in Queens that you needed to cancel your lease for. It was just one of the minor problems that came along with a quick job transfer, so you dealt with it. At least the rent wasn't too bad.

Heading towards your building in the dark, you noticed two men watching from across the street. You couldn’t see their faces, but one of them looked like O’Shea, a narcotics detective who’d hassled you for months.

You instinctively rested your hand on your gun holster as you walked towards your building. The men stared, and you recognized O’Shea’s face immediately. The other was Donnelly, the officer who had tried to rape you last month. You’d made a formal complaint to your boss, but it didn’t seem to matter. He was back on the street, free to stalk you again. Your blood ran cold.

You scanned into your apartment building's lobby and closed the door behind you, thankful for the protection. Hands shaking, you pulled out your phone and began climbing the stairs, looking behind you after each step. You went to your contacts and your finger hovered over the one person you knew would drop everything and come over, no matter how bad of an idea it might’ve been. Without a second thought, you clicked on Sonny’s name.

chapter two linked here

[witchthewriter]

Hiya, love the blog and thanks for the follow! I'd love to have a few headcanons on dating Nancy Wheeler, sfw and nsfw please? I really like ur writing!

Thank you so much! That's so kind of you to say; sorry for the wait 🌹

a/n: female reader,, requests are open! 🌈

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 ☆

SFW

⸱ You met at the library, or a book shop in town. Either one, it was a place you frequented a lot. You love books, the smell, the feel, the words. Not just to read but the book itself is a masterpiece to you.

⸱ You noticed Nancy a few times, already knowing who she was. I mean the Hawkin's group was known to be involved in many ... occurences.

⸱ But Nancy's reputation was one she built all on her own; booksmart, badass and highly intimidating. And that's what she was to you as well, someone not to be messed with.

⸱ So when she asked where you got your shirt from, you blanked. Completely. There was nothing in your brain, at all.

⸱ She looked at you funny, and it was a few awkward - painful seconds before you muttered your response.

⸱ "Oh cool, I like that band," you didn't think THE Nancy Wheeler would like the same band as you, I mean - she was so ... preppy. Even Blondie seemed to hardcore for her.

⸱ "They're in town next month," you blurted, as she started to turn away. "Oh, are you going?" She asked, pressing her books closer to her chest. "Yeah, but none of my friends like them..." you trailed off, hoping she'd get the hint. And she did.

⸱ The concert was amazing, and Nancy had driven the both of you there. It was awkward, but there was a hidden side to Nancy that you had never seen, nor heard about, before.

⸱ You two became good friends, even though your circles would have NEVER crossed if she didn't ask about your shirt.

⸱ It wasn't until months later when one of your friends asked Nancy if you two were going steady; it was such an outlandish question ... at first. It caused such a disruption to Nancy's life that she didn't speak to you for 2 weeks. You thought you had done something wrong.

⸱ It wasn't until you came to her house, knocking on the door, that she finally faced you. "Nance what is with you?" You asked, as you shook your jacket off in her bedroom. "N-nothing. I've just been busy." "Look, if you don't want to be friends. Fine. But don't ignore me, just tell me to my face." "Okay!" She sighed, exasperated. "I don't want to be friends." It stung. It more than stung, it hurt. The pain was like a punch to the stomach. But before you could do more than hear her words, she finished. "I want ... I- I want to be more ... than just friends."

⸱ You guys kept it a secret, at least until Mike saw you kissing. He wasn't going to tell anyone, but did tell Nancy that it hurt she felt like she couldn't confide in him.

⸱ Steve and you have a bit of tension, but not as much as you'd think

⸱ Nancy's love language is words of affirmation.

⸱ She loves it when you gift her little flowers or when you tell her things that make you think of her

⸱ Her nicknames for you would be limited to: sweetheart, honey and your last name

⸱ She's cried in your arms many times, you're her safe place

NSFW

⸱ She's not a dom actually, she's always in charge during her job, with her family, etc,. so she likes to be taken care of

⸱ A lot of foreplay is involved, and it was surprising how big her sex drive was initially

⸱ Isn't much of a dirty talker but does moan very loudly

⸱ She squirts

⸱ She likes when you undress each other

⸱ Nancy has sworn you to secrecy over this but she likes to have sex to the song, 'I Was Made For Lovin You' by Kiss.

⸱ Likes it when you get a lil rough; tugging on her lip, smacking her on the backside, bit of hair pulling

⸱ She has a bit of a wild side, and likes to show you that. Sometimes she'll leave her panties in your bag or car.

⸱ Likes to be overstimulated

⸱ Nancy also likes to play with your chest; your nipples are one of her favourite things to play with besides your pussy

[theiris1002]

Cynthia has this weird cousin that only shows up to family gatherings just sticks to himself and steals all of the food. No one knows his name just that he's always there and he definitely is related to them.

When she is 5 she learns that if she gives him candy he will tell her stories. Mostly about sinnoh myths and legends. This sparks a love for sinnoh history and its myths in her.

Eventually she starts doing her own research and asking questions to her cousin he's always happy to answer but also gets angry when the children's books she's reading gloss over major parts of the story or outright makes stuff up and teaches Cynthia to be careful of her sources.

When Cynthia is in high school (let's be fair she's a book worm and stayed in school) she decides to an essay on the leader of the ginko guild during the rift crisis. At this point she actually managed to get her cousins phone number and they meet up about once a week to talk about history and stuff. (she still doesn't know what his name is so she just calls him by a nickname but I dont know what that would be) when she asks him if he knows anything about "Ginter of the ginko guild" he has alot to say, much of it is not nice but there's alot of information there that she didn't have before so she adds that to her essay. (After finding obscure book that her cousin pointed her in the direction of of course she not going to just use hearsay from a guy that wasn't even alive when the ginko guild was active)

She doent even bat an eye at him hating Ginter since her pokemon biology teacher has gone on multiple rants about how professor Reis successor "was a fucking moron that thought the fairy type was fake and damaged pokemon science to this day"

after Cynthia has graduated both high school and college she decides to finally do what most of her peers did in middle school and do a league run. She mentions this to her cousin and finds a pokemon egg by her doorstep the next day with a note taped to it telling her she deserves a cool starter and wishing her luck. It hatches into a baby gibble.

despite initially just wanting to do a league run just to check it off of her bucket list by the time she's facing down the champion she's determined to win. She's seen some problems with how the sinnoh league is being run and she is going to fix it with her bear hands if she has to.

Being the champion takes up alot of time but if she spins it right she can get an excuse to do research projects and have it be apart of her job. One project she takes up is figuring out what is the deal with fairy types. She had thought that her old teacher was just being crazy but as she traveled sinnoh with a togekiss and garchomp she started to notice that things didn't add up. She starts looking at old hisuian era texts trying to get evidence to jumpstart research into the topic and she starts noticing something. There's this ginko guild guy, volo, that's poping up everywhere during the rift crisis. Jubilife? He's there. diamond and pearl clans? They mention him by name too. All of them agree that he was a bad tradesman. rarely selling them anything but just chating with them and being nice, asking a bunch of strange questions and having to get turned away as he tried to ask about stuff that was secret. He's even mentioned in that old book her cousin showed her when she was writing about Ginter. (He's called blondy for most of the book but it's definitely talking about volo)

Cynthia of course brings this to her cousin because he loves historical odditys as much as her. when she shows him her research he just starts gaging on the food he was eating and for the first time since she met him is completely uninterested in something she brought.

Years later when team galactic starts stiring shit up Cynthia starts looking into the last time someone tried to end the world. It brings her back to the rift crisis and she's a bit of an expert on hisui at this point having combed through hisuian history multiple times. But history is a bottomless pit so here she is doing it again. The information on the cause of the rift crisis is sparse at best all that is commonly known is that it was caused by one man.

As she starts picking through everything she read before and more that she hadn't she notices that the rift maker is talked about like he's someone that used to be trusted. No one says his name almost as though it was cursed but she gets a physical description. One piercing grey eye the other covered by hair. He's also implied to not be aging properly anymore in another. retaining his youth even as others age around him.

She eventually finds a document, some random financial document from jubilife that had ginko guild volos name on it but it was crossed out "rift maker" plastered over it.

Cynthia has to take a minute to let the fact that the weird ginko guild guy and the rift maker are one that the same. She leaned back to chuckle at what she is imagining volo to look like "blond hair gray eyes with the left eye covered by hair" could describe her too... or her cousin she supposed they looked almost identical at this point, he was complaining about getting mistaken for her again just last week.

How old even is he? Cynthia is thirty so he has to be at least fifty at this point right? Does anyone know he's always just been around. (Always? A part of her whispered). Well at least as long as she's been alive. Ok this is going to bother Cynthia if she doesn't figure it out, she needs a break anyways. She pulls out her phone and texts her mom if she knew how old her cousin was. After a few minutes her mom texted back saying that he's been around since she was a kid and that Cynthia was probably the first person that actually knew him. Cynthia froze up hes been around since her mom was a kid? No no she must have ment he was a kid then too. (She would have known his age then wouldn't she) Cynthia shook her head she's working herself up over nothing makeing connections that aren't there her cousin isn't volo (he acted so strange when she brought up volo though) he isent volo he's always helping her with research willing to point her in the direction of sources and one of the most accurate sources of information himself (almost like lived through it) he's kind and caring the rift maker wouldn't be kind and caring (he cursed out the ginko guild leader that was alive during the rift crisis, volos boss) She needed to talk to her cousin.

She texted volo her cousin telling him to come to a cafe they often went to as soon as he could. She she to prove to herself that this mad conspiracy theory she came up with wasn't real. She got there before him and sat at a booth at the back waiting nervously for him to arrive trying to figure out she's going to ask him. She can't just say "hey are you the rift maker, you know the guy who almost ended the world century's ago" she would sound crazy

"Wow you look stressed no wonder you texted me"

Cynthia snaped her head up to look at her cousin he had a look of concern on his face. her tongue was caught in her throat and she couldn't speak. Her cousin continued to talk when she didn't respond

"You ok? Your really pale, I don't think I've ever seen you like this before?"

Cynthia opened her mouth and managed to croak out "volo"

"What about him" her cousin asked posture suddenly wary

"Your volo" Cynthia blurted out

Volo paled apon hearing that his eyes darting around spudering to deny it while making it clear who he was. Eventually he deflated and whispered.

"Sorry"

"For what"

"I don't know everything?"

"What about for the rifts?" Cynthia asked. She didn't think it was possible for volo to look any paler but he managed to do it

"Yes that's my biggest regret... there's nothing I can do to ever atone for that sin"

"Maybe there is. I was looking into the rift maker because there is a new team looking to do the same thing. If I know how it was done the first time I might be able to get one step ahead of them and stop them before they cause any real damage"

Volo looked her in the eyes for the first time since she said his name "I'll do anything, just tell me what you need"

[kiridarling]

𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎.

thank you so much to @daisy-bakugo for letting me participate in her vice city collab! i had a blast writing this piece, and i’m terribly sorry this is so long that was a mistake (and congrats on 2k!!) also, the phattest of thank you’s to @eijishimas for brainstorming/beta-ing :) you saved me ☺🤲🏼

katsuki bakugou and eijirou kirishima | f!reader, time travel sex, guns, prostitute/stripper idrk!reader, tw!blood (non-descriptive), dacryphilia, squirting, spit roasting, d-penn, shower sex, multiple rounds. minors dni!

— 5k words (yikes)

"Say, Sweetheart. You wanna get outta here?"

Las Vegas, Nevada. April 15th, Year 3036.

"You ready?"

Mina shoots you a look through the golden-lit mirror, wiggling her eyebrows. You roll your eyes and finish dusting the powder off your cheeks before rising to your feet and tugging at the belt of your silk robe. "My answer's the same every night."

Vice City. A strip club and casino in Las Vegas, Nevada, where opposites collide—the poor and the rich, the beautiful and the ugly, the smart and the stupid. There's no judgment because here, they're all degenerates looking for a good time, and you're just a pretty face with a good body.

As your silk robe hits the floor, it's kicked to the side with a heel, and you saunter through the beaded entrance to your private room and into the vibrating club. Giving your bodyguard a solid pat on the shoulder as you watch the sea of bodies shake, you complete the ritual.

"No creeps?" You demand more than request. He nods curtly.

"No creeps."

You give him a cute little smile and let your hand linger for a little longer than necessary before stepping into the neon red chaos of the strip club. Because what do the rich and the poor have in common?

They're all addicts.

Surprisingly, humanity doesn’t kill the planet.

Mother Nature's still standing strong—though the sun is a bit swollen—and space exploration solved that overpopulation issue. Bill Gates taught us all how to avoid a climate disaster and Tesla put Ford out of business. Humanity is much bigger than earth now; we're no longer people of the planet, but an intergalactic species that still eat Costco pizza rolls for dinner but killed Cable along with cars with wheels. Costco still exists—Starbucks doesn't.

Still no aliens, though.

"See something you like, Cutie?"

In your defense, he's been standing over here with his friends for ages—almost like they're casing the damn place—but those ruby red eyes kept floating your way regardless, and you'd rather bag it with someone your age before you're requested by another seventy-year-old. The redhead blinks like he's shocked you came over here in the first place—like he didn't watch you sashay yourself to the other side of the club just for him. You suppose the name fits. Cutie.

He looks at you with a strangely giddy look on his face before he's licking his lips and swallowing, eyes flickering to the blondie to his right.

"I'll be back in like, twenty minutes, man."

The blond gives him an exasperated look and groans—his other two friends don't notice. "Eiji—"

"Twenty minutes!" The redhead yells over the music as you not-so-subtly pull him away. Your regular GILF looks your way, and you suppress the queasy feeling in knowing that at least you'll be able to fuck someone from your decade.

"You got a wallet, Cutie?" You purr as you two approach the back room. The redhead winks, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out the fattest black leather wallet you've seen in a long time.

"Don't go anywhere without it," he says, but falters when your bodyguard holds his hand out with a request for fifty bucks. "I—whoa dude, why am I paying you?"

"Because that's how it goes. The young lady gets her share," your bodyguard clarifies. The redhead looks at you for what seems to be for confirmation. You nod.

"Alright," he resigns with a shrug, stuffing a fifty into your bodyguard's sweaty hand. The man grunts but clears some of the beads guarding the entrance to your private room anyways, giving you two enough space to go inside.

"No door? That seems a little...exposing," the redhead snorts to himself before he's holding his hand out, despite the fact that you’re already nestling comfortably in his lap. "Eijirou, by the way."

You take his hand apprehensively, and he snorts at your confused frown. Eijirou's big—painfully so, and you feel small sat upon his thick thighs because you are in comparison—and he has to curve his back a bit so you're at eye-level. "What? No one's introduced themselves to you before?"

You shake your head, "Usually they just throw me onto the bed and get right to it."

Eijirou rolls his eyes at that, and you don't realize he's guiding your hips into a smooth roll until the harsh fabric of his jeans brushes against you in the best way. He moves you in time with the music vibrating the walls, "I guess that makes me more of a gentleman, then."

His lips hover over yours and yet he never advances, doesn't move to kiss you on the lips, nothing—it nearly has you buzzing. So does the hand he pins you to his lap with. "Are you going to kiss me or what?"

"What's your name, Sweetheart," he asks lowly. You give it to him, and he grins.

"Y/N,” Eijirou tries on his lips before he confirms it with a nod. "A pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Aren't you the flatterer," you purr, coiling your arms around your neck. His hand finds your ass and you're almost positive he's going to close the gap between you two until he says:

"Who were you runnin' from, Y/N?”

Years in the business help build a mask and you wear yours well, with that cute little smile as you cock your head to the side and ask, "I'm afraid I'm not following."

"Oh, I think you are," he says, looking you dead in the eyes. The gravity in his face doesn't falter. "Who was it."

As he stares into your soul, your own eyes avert to the sheets. "What's it to you?"

"It's nothing to me, really," he shrugs off his jacket and places it on the bed next to him before returning to his initial position—or perhaps, closer. "But I happen to find you real cute, and cute things deserve to feel safe, no?"

"In case you haven't checked, this isn't a very safe place," you scoff, removing your arms from his neck to cross them over your chest. "And I don't appreciate idiots like you trying to save someone like me just 'cause you wanna get your dick wet more than once."

Eijirou raises an eyebrow but he never stalls, "Oh? This happens often then?"

"I—" you falter, "...No."

"C'mon, Sweetheart," Eijirou tugs you by the waist and you have to press your hands to his chest to keep him from falling forwards. "You don't wanna stay in this place, do you?"

"It's my job," you defend with a huff. The redhead shrugs.

"Sure, but don't you want a little adventure? A little excitement in your life?"

"Like there isn't enough excitement right here?" You snort. Eijirou teeters his head back and forth, though the daring look never fades.

"But something tells me you're bored," he says with a near sarcastic face, clicking his tongue. "Something tells me you find the idea of something new exciting."

You open your mouth to respond but he keeps you from doing so, finally pressing his lips to yours. You nearly squeal in surprise but somehow, you find yourself kissing back with a passion you've never kissed another client with before—and maybe, just maybe, the idea of something new doesn't sound too bad.

Eijirou pulls away with a cocky grin like he knew you'd like it. Like he knew that'd be the catalyst for your response to what he says next, and maybe, he's not as much of an idiot as you thought.

And maybe you’re more of an idiot than you thought.

"Say, Sweetheart. You wanna get outta here?"

"Yes," you breathe, like an idiot, because you were wholly and utterly unprepared for what happens next.

Eijirou gives you the cutest smile, before reaching into his jacket and pulling out a gun.

He sees your expression change and lifts both hands, pointing the black pistol towards the ceiling, "I—hey wait, you're gonna be fine, okay? I won't shoot you."

You cower and he pouts. Apparently, this wasn't the reaction he was expecting at all.

"I swear! I'm mentally stable, see?" He flips it sideways with a grin, "the safety's on."

You hate it that his comment makes you trust him. Slightly.

"C'mon," Eijirou smiles, reaching his gunless hand out for you to take. You do, albeit reluctantly. "I won't do anything too stupid. Just...shake things up a bit."

Shake things up a bit, Eijirou says, and yet the first thing he does is when you two exit the room is press the pistol to your bodyguard’s head.

"Eijirou," you hiss. Luckily no one in the club has noticed, yet, but you doubt their ignorance will last for long.

"I'm gonna need my fifty back, buddy," Eijirou pats the man on the back, and it's strange—you've always thought your bodyguard to be a big guy, but he looks rather petite next to the redhead. Your bodyguard reaches for his walkie-talkie, but Eijirou tuts, tapping his hand away with the tip of his gun.

"Hey dude, I'm not gonna shoot you. See? The safety's on," He repeats, flashing the barrel. Your bodyguard's eyes widen, and so do yours.

The safety isn't on.

"So, that fifty," Eijirou purrs, and your bodyguard stuffs the bill into his chest with a grumble. Eijirou hums, satisfied, and gives the crumpled bill to you without a second glance, too busy nodding to his friend on the other side of the strip club. A noirette from across the way nods back.

Pop-pop!

It's fucking chaos, as anyone would expect when blindly firing into a crowded club. Eijirou keeps a tight hold on your hand as he and his other three boys storm towards the pit bosses working the casinos with guns a-blazing, demanding they fill their pillowcases like a bunch of C-class thugs.

What the fuck did you get yourself into.

"This is not what I meant by excitement," you hiss through grit teeth as a terrified pit boss fills Eijirou's bag like he's a greedy kid with an attitude on Halloween, while your co-workers cower under the bar and pool tables. Eijirou sticks his tongue your way.

"This isn't the exciting part, Little Miss Excitement."

It's the steady sound of sirens that has your eyes widening, and the fact that you're positive they're getting louder. You catch sight of your bodyguard on his walkie-talkie, big body cowering behind the smallest trashcan, and turn back just in time to see Eijirou squint as he aims and shoots bullseye.

"That is."

The police have lost sight of two vehicles carrying the four armed men who robbed Vice City Casino and Club tonight at roughly 2:53 am. Witnesses say they came in a group of four but left with an exotic dancer named—

The moment the blondie from the club sees you walk through the door, he’s tossing the stack of bills in his hand with a sigh.

"Katsuki, Y/N. Y/N, Katsuki."

Katsuki looks nothing but happy, and refuses to acknowledge your presence as he crosses his arms.

"Ei. What the hell did we say about witnesses."

"Um," the redhead rubs his lips together before wearily looking at you, and you hike his jacket further up your shoulder. At least he was decent enough to give you that. She's an exception?"

"Not a fuckin' thing," the blond grunts, turning to you to flash a tight smile. "Goodbye."

"I—wait," Eijirou skates until he's stood over the ash-blond, with a hand on his shoulder and the other braced against the table. Speaking in a quieter voice, he says, "C'mon man. The poor thing was practically begging to get outta there."

The ash-blond does nothing but sigh before shoving a palm into a pile of money to push himself into the kitchen—and subsequently further away from you.

"She's gonna call the cops," Katsuki grunts wearily from the island, eyes narrowed. Eijirou follows.

"She's not gonna call the cops, dude," the redhead scoffs at the outlandish idea. "You heard the radio! At this point, she's as deep in it as we are."

As they continue to go back and forth over the island, you let your eyes wander. It’s a penthouse, and rather homely, with near egg yolk lighting, high walls, and big windows. You can't help but think about how you're in a strangely expensive part of the city before remembering this evening's events. No wonder they can afford such a nice place.

You find yourself smiling at a particular corner with a frustrating amount of photos stuffed on a little glass table, one that contains a selfie of the two housemates in high school uniforms. There's a ring sat in front of it, one that glints gold when you hold it up to your face, and if you squint you can see little flecks of green in the red of the ruby. It looks scarily close to an engagement ring.

"Hey, what's this?"

Both of their eyes rocket from the conversation to see you slip the delicate thing onto your ring finger.

"Don't touch it!" Eijirou tenses before realizing it's much too late for that. "Er—at least don't twist the top."

"The...top?" You ask, lifting your hand until it's at eye level.

"Yeah like, the jewel thingy," the redhead gestures to the ruby—and you can't stop thinking about how it's almost the same color as his hair. Waddling into the kitchen with your eye still trained on the thing, you ask:

"What is it?"

"A time-travel device," the ash-blond grunts. Eyes still full of suspicion, he watches you and the redhead interact over the island with arms crossed over his chest and reclining against the sink. You frown.

"Aren't those usually...bigger?" Because even though it's 3036, time-travel is still fairly new (space exploration took a long time, okay) and all the machines you've seen are at least the size of a shower. And yet, this one can sit on your pinky.

"Kats has been working on some stuff," Eijirou beams and it edges on proud; you notice the ash-blond near blushes with a huff as you hop to sit on the marble counter.

"'S nothin'."

You stare at the thing in faint amazement, and Katsuki kicks off the sink to near the island. Lifting an eyebrow, you say, "You know you could get rich off something like this? Instead of robbing strip clubs for a living.”

The ash-blond scoffs, and you wonder if someone else has told him that before. "If I gave that to the public, I have no fuckin' clue what they'd do with that shit."

And you shrug, supposing he's right—time-travel devices are hard to get your hands on, and that's for a reason. If everyone starts jumping around in the time-space continuum, fucking with shit, the world will promptly and utterly collapse. Sounds fun, doesn't it?

"It doesn't work with a big time range," Katsuki defends with a shrug, sliding his forearms on the counter. "The most it can do is a few hours"

"Not that it makes this any less cool," Eijirou says with a slight bounce. "I personally think it's really fun to play with."

Katsuki rolls his eyes. "That's 'cause you use it to fuck."

You nearly choke.

"I—what?"

"W-Well, okay," Eijirou chuckles sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "But also other stuff! Like when I'm really hungry, I might go to the future and take some of my fries. Future me's fries, that is."

"Or you'll try to take future-me’s goddamn burger," Katsuki growls. You flip the ring over like there's anything left to see.

"How often do you use it?"

"Nightly," Katsuki answers for him. Your eyebrows lift. Oh wow.

"It—it's not nightly," Eijirou defends weakly, huffing and puffing. "Weekly maybe, but—"

"Almost every night," Katsuki sums for him, giving you a little grin. You snort back before your eyes drop to the ring again.

"Uh oh," the redhead almost gasps, fingers thrumming on the island on either side of your being, "She's thinkin' about it."

"I'm not thinking about it," you huff, though your eyes never leave the ring. It's an...interesting prospect.

"Oh, you're totally thinking about it," Katsuki grunts, and you struggle to find where his enthusiasm came from. What happened to goodbye?

"C'mon," Eijirou tempts with a casual toss of the head. He touches your shoulder—Katsuki touches the other. "See what happens."

"What if—" you stare at the ring with pursed lips, fingers grabbing the ruby. "What if it's random? Or if we're not where we expect to be in a few hours or something."

Eijirou shrugs. "It's always a gamble, but that's where the fun is, no?"

You look down at the thing with a sigh. You suppose.

In one quick move, you twist the gem and screw your eyes shut. At first, you feel nothing, but then there's a sudden head rush, and you can easily see how someone can get addicted to this.

You hear a faint sound, one that could be excused as a rush of wind past your ears, before you feel your knees against a hard surface and your body in a different position.

"Oh, I like this much better."

You open to your eyes to a much different sight than you closed them to.

Katsuki and Eijirou look gargantuan when you’re on your knees, your back flush against the refrigerator and eyes watering due to the cock nestled halfway down your throat. You choke in surprise from the sensation, hands rushing to keep Katsuki from cutting your oxygen supply off for good as Eijirou stands impatient, cock hard in his hand and drooling for attention.

"F-Fuck," the ash-blond wheezes, seemingly just as taken aback from the position as you are. "Your mouth is fuckin' heaven."

"C'mon Sweetheart, don't ignore me now," EIjirou purrs, chuckling as the head of his cock hits your cheek with a wet slap. "At least give me a little something."

You grab his cock harder than you would've out of slight indignance, grinning around the other when it makes him hiss; Eijirou joins Katsuki in resting a hand on the fridge door for purchase.

You weren't the best at Vice City for nothing, after all.

"Shit, loosen that grip a little, will ya?" Eijirou wheezes—you don't listen, and his chest shudders when you seem to only move faster.

"'M too fuckin' close, where's that ring," Katsuki blabbers more than he grunts, and you lift your hand just in time for him to twist the jewel again, sending you three rocketing into the past.

You cough and splutter atop the kitchen island, chest heaving as you finally get the air Katsuki's cock allows. The head rush definitely doesn't help, and you find yourself getting dizzy enough to grab for someone's hand.

"Breathe, Princess," Katsuki says, and Eijirou lifts your hand to his chest so yours can rise and fall with his.

"So that's," you wheeze once you're able to get some semblance of a breath back. "That's time travel sex, huh?"

"Yeah," Eijirou says, a little breathless himself. "Addictive, right?"

"A little," you giggle, and find yourself looking for the ring again. Katsuki snorts.

"What, you wanna go back or somethin'?"

You flush red, eyes darting to the walls guilty, "A little bi—wah!"

There's a rush and the room morphs again. You would’ve fallen headfirst into a set of white sheets if it weren’t for the fact that you’re sat on Eijirou’s face.

"Hello beautiful~" the redhead singsongs from below, and you can't help but notice your bra is MIA as Katsuki takes a seat behind

you to run his hands up your sides to put the underside of your breasts.

"Pervert," you snort, though you figure you’re just as bad as he is with two of Eijirou's fingers deep in your pussy and Katsuki's hand on your clit. The redhead's leaving hickey after hickey on your inner thighs and you just try your damnest to not fall.

"Only for you," Eijirou winks cheekily, scissoring his fingers, and your hips stutter against his face when he slides his tongue in between.

"Fuckin' love the sounds you make," Katsuki grunts, before his other hand finds your neck and tightens. "And fuck you're so goddamn wet—you love this, don't you?"

You keen with a nod (and suppress the urge to say no shit, Sherlock), and Katsuki's pinching your clit between his two fingers, licking a fat stripe up your neck and chuckling when you shiver.

"What, your clients don't make you feel this good, Sweetheart?" Eijirou practically moans into your cunt, eyebrows folding when you thread your fingers through his hair and yank. "Bet that fifty was worth it, wasn't it?"

"Y-Yeah I—" you whimper, unable to get a sentence past your shuddering chest. "Guys, I'm gonna—"

The bedroom melts back into the kitchen, you're back in Eijirou’s jacket and not sat on his face. Your thighs and neck are hickey-less and yet, you're still so fucking horny.

"I hate you," you seethe, almost immediately, and Eijirou's grin is so wide it bends his eyes.

"Awe, you love me," he giggles and your frown only deepens as you reach for the ring—Katsuki snatches it out of arms way with a tut.

"Ah ah Princess, don't be greedy now," he purrs, but you couldn't give a shit about being greedy, and it shows in the way you quickly grab for it again. Katsuki passes the ring to Eijirou and it easily becomes a game of monkey in the middle.

"Give it—"

"I don't think so, Sweetheart," Eijirou says, pressing a big hand to your face to keep you from going any further. With a smirk, the redhead twists the ring, and suddenly you're full of him on the kitchen counter.

"Fuck baby, you're so tight," he curses behind grit teeth, sweat practically dripping off his shoulders in rivulets as he pushes your face into the kitchen island so hard it's numb. So are your knees. "You're so pretty like this—shit—"

You barely have the room to whimper, let alone answer, and you find Katsuki perched on the opposite counter, weeping cock in hand. The redhead chuckles as you struggle to take all of him, hips squirming as he aims for places you've never been able to hit on your own. "I'd stick your tongue back in your mouth if I were you, Sweetheart. The money’s a little dirty, don't you think?"

And that's when you realize your knees are elevated upon two stacks of green, possibly some of what Katsuki had been counting earlier, and a twenty swims in a pool of drool under your cheek.

"Oh, but I don't think you care," Eijirou grunts, shoving your face deeper into the marble countertop as his hips speed up. "Dirty fuckin' girl. Bet you'd do anything for a fifty."

"I wanna fuck her," Katsuki rushes as if his mouth moves before he can speak. Eijirou wheezes a laugh.

"What, I can't enjoy this?"

"No,” the ash-blond grunts.

"Hmm..." Eijirou debates, though his hips never stop as he gives Katsuki a look and goes, "How about no?"

Katsuki growls at that, and you find your fingers clumsily twisting the ruby on the ring that sits on Eijirou's finger, sending the three of you flinging further into the future.

"Fuck!"

"This isn't the future I was referring to, but I'm not complainin'," Katsuki grunts with a feral grin. You nearly slip due to all the water in the shower and you're positive that you see the sunrise through the window paint Eijirou's skin gold.

"I gotcha, Sweetheart," Eijirou soothes, rubbing a hand up and down your arms while your nails dig into his shoulders, the red lines jagged from how roughly Katsuki fucks you from behind. "Fuck—you're doing so good for us, taking him so well."

You whimper and Katsuki lands a heavy slap on your ass—heavy to the point where you nearly knocks both you and the redhead into the tile behind him. Eijirou's calloused hands find your clit fairly easily, and that's enough to almost send you over the edge, pussy fluttering around Katsuki's cock.

"She's gonna cum," Katsuki grunts. "Can fuckin' feel it."

"Uh oh," the redhead singsongs, turning to you with a grin. "Were you trying to be slick, Sweetheart?”

Though it's difficult, you lift your head, eyes swimming in unshed tears as you choke, "I—n-no, it's jus—"

You're in the bedroom again—this time your back comes in contact with a dresser, metal rattling from the weight Eijirou slams you into it with. The redhead supports you both with two feet planted into the floor and a hand around your waist, grunting into your ear with an exhaustion that implies you've got to be at this for hours.

"Ei-Eiji—"

"I know, Sweetheart," the redhead coos breathlessly, licking up the sweat that runs down your neck. "Just a few more times, okay? Hold on for just a little longer."

You sob, head thunking against the wall as you realize you have no idea where Katsuki is. Though it's only a fleeting thought because before you know it, Eijirou's dropping you to your feet, bending you in half, and railing you into the wall.

"Goddamn," he grunts, sharp teeth digging into his bottom lip, "this is—this is the best lay I've had in a fat second."

You pant a laugh, hands pressing into the wall to steady yourself, "Good—good to know the fifty bucks was worth it."

"Oh baby, it was more than worth it," Eijirou hikes your leg up as high as it'll go for a deeper angle and he gets it, his growl melting into a semi-chuckle as you squeal, thighs jumping.

"Fuck Ei!" You scream, and he's tugging your hair to straighten your back out.

"You like it rough, Sweetheart?" He pants into your ear, grabbing your neck for a better grip. You nod as much as you can.

"Y-Yeah—I—" Eijirou drops you until you're stood at a perfect 90-degree angle, "I need—need'ta cum, p-please—"

"Twist the ring, Sweetheart," He pants, resting his hand on the wall next to yours. It still glints gold on his fourth finger in the moonlight, "Get us there together, yeah?"

You don't have to be told twice.

"Mph!"

"Fuck!”

Your knees dig into a mattress again as Katsuki fills your mouth. With his cock down your throat and Eijirou's buried deep in your cunt, there isn't much you can do but take both of them at the same time—though you're positive that's what they intended.

"Shit, me too." Eijirou wheezes a chuckle as his hips piston into you, his sweaty chest sticking to your back while he reaches between your thighs to rub your clit. That’s enough to send you flailing over the edge, moan muffled by Katsuki’s slowly softening cock. Then, with a devilish grin (and before the redhead can cum) Katsuki reaches for the ring on Eijirou’s finger and twists it.

“You asshole,” Eijirou groans, and suddenly you three are back in the shower, with Katsuki’s hips battering into yours as the redhead supports your weight from below. Katsuki chuckles before his grip tightens and he’s filling you with another load.

“C’mon Princess,” Katsuki grunts, reaching for your clit. “Come for us again.”

You choke again before you’re digging your head into Eijirou’s muscled chest with a moan, shaking from the aftershocks Katsuki continues to fuck you through them.

Until the room morphs, and you’re face down on the kitchen counter.

“Fucking finally,” Eijirou wheezes with a bitter chuckle, casually flipping Katsuki the middle finger as he's sat on the opposing counter. “Fuck, you're shaking baby, you gonna cum with me? Yeah?“

Eijirou batters into your cervix and that's the catalyst for your third orgasm. You squeeze so tight you think you may have knocked the wind out of the redhead when his chest crashes into your back, and you open your eyes just in time to see the kitchen melt into the bedroom again—in a time you all have yet to visit.

Your legs are thrown over Katsuki’s shoulders as he pushes your back deeper into Eijirou’s chest, both of their cocks filling you so much and so well it brings tears to your eyes. As your thighs quiver with an impending orgasm, Katsuki’s the first to fall off the edge, eyebrows furrowing as his nails dig into the meat of your thighs.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, voice fucked hoarse and lips bit pink. Eijirou nibbles into your shoulder with a gasp as his sweaty hand finds your clit again, neither of their hips ever stopping.

“Cum for us one more time, Sweetheart,” he pants into your neck before adding another hickey to the collection. Your chest shudders.

“I—I can’t—“

“Oh yes you fuckin’ can,” Katsuki growls, and you squeal as he tweaks a nipple. “I know you got one more in there. Give it.”

Your legs kick against his chest with a curse as you orgasm for the final time—this one much wetter than the last.

“Holy shit,” Eijirou nearly laughs, looking at where the three of you are connected. “Did you just squirt?”

“I—“ your face blends red when you see the absolute and utter mess that sits in Katsuki’s lap, before looking away with a determination to never see it again. “...Maybe.”

“Clean up?” Eijirou asks, eyes flickering to the ash-blond. Katsuki shrugs.

“Nah.”

A rush of wind and you’re sat on the kitchen counter. Eijirou’s jacket protects you from getting goosebumps due to a drop in temperature and though you do shiver, you find your body much more unscathed than it was.

“Hi,” Eijirou chuckles a little breathlessly.

“Hi,” you giggle back, a little nervous but in the best way. “So um...we do all of that tonight?”

“I guess so,” the redhead says a bit cheekily, raising an eyebrow. And then, with a wink, “Probably more.”

You stare at the ring on his hand in awe. Whoa.

"I fuck—fine, we can keep her, Shitty Hair," Katsuki grumbles from his spot near the kitchen sink, and despite the sour look on his face, you can't find a hint of it in his voice. Figures.

"Told you he'd say yes," Eijirou beams with a thumbs up.

"Can we...go do that stuff now?" You ask, albeit a bit hesitantly because...well, usually people are asking to have sex with you. Is this how they feel?

"Of course we can, Sweetheart," the redhead beams, before taking the ring off to place it onto the counter. "It was all a part of the future, after all."

[goodbyeeeeeehoes]

INEVITABLE OR NOT.....

(chp03)

warning in this chp — grammar issues, not proofread, manga spoilers.

chp00 chp01 chp02 chp02.5 chp04

kapoom

"hah- you're making a face like you won't able to stand on your own again" mikey lauged. —well maybe it's because you're literally gonna send him to the hospital or sumthin.

"just promise me one thing" takemicchi shakily spoke, earning a soft hum from mikey. "promise you won't lay a hand on hinata!" hinata's eyes widened, shocked to hear his words and (name) was so proud and gave her respect to takemicchi for his manliness.

"hah-? i don't give a damn about her" mikey raised his fist, reeling it back before quickly approaching takemicchi's scrunched up face but before his fist could collide with takemicchi's face, (name) had already put her arm between them.

(name) was trying to stop mikey's punch by grabbing his wrist but failed miserably on catching it, causing him to hit her forearm rather hard. — this was the second time (name) took a blow for takemicchi.

"just kidding!" mikey's playful tone returned as he quickly grabbed (name)'s arm and softly rubs the spot he accidentally hit her. "takemitchy, you dummy! there's no way i'd lay hand on a girl-!" he clarified, still rubbing (name)'s arm before deadpanning at her.

"unless they're the one who stepped in." (name) avoided eye contact and stared at the floor, as if it's the most interesting thing ever. 'what beautiful shade white and the tiles-! so stylish."

she's definitely gonna get a lecture by both of them and if it wasn't for mikey holding her arm, she would have already make a run for it. —not only she had puts herself in two fights in just two days and got herself injured, again but both blondes were getting suspicious over her weird change.

still they were at fault for being disrespectful and making a harmless joke too convincing for her to noticed that it's really just a joke. 'very unlike her' mikey thought.

draken draped his arm over takemicchi, who's still trying to put himself back together. "takemitchy.." draken smiled as he remembered takemicchi's action. "you were trying to threatened me-?" he chuckled.

"i-i'm sorry.."

"it's alright" draken reassured. "nowadays there aren't any men that'll say that about their women, are fhere?"

'yeah you- you still haven't confessed your love to emma, fucking tsundere bitch.' (name) eyed draken. her action caught mikey's attention- thinking she's still hurt by what he did, he mumbled an inaudible 'sorry' to her but she just smiled and pats his head with her other hand.

"takemitchy, were you suprise?" and (name)'s hand nearly slipped to slapped his head but it didn't. 'of course it did, you blondie"

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"i'm so sorry!" hinata bowed after both (name) and takemicchi explained everything. "i completely misunderstood the situation!".— (name) had told hinata that her recent behavior didn't involved them; which was a big fat lie and the two blondes were her friends.

" it's okay- don't worry about it. it was an amazing slap" mikey reassured as he rubs his cheeks, (name) took this chance to tease hinata. "mikey! it's bruising-!" she cupped his face and rubs her fingers over his cheeck.

"AH- I'M SO SORRY!" hinata wailed in desperation. (name) just laughed at her' reaction and told that she was just teasing her. "you're just teasing? that's very unlike you but thank goodness." hinata stated and (name) laughed at her.

"it's fine to do your best for the man you like but don't get too carried away. -things would have been bad if you'd hit someone that'd fights back, ya know?" he pointed at her with a lecturing finger at her face.

hinata straighten her body and nodded, letting out a 'yes!'.

"i will be going then." she announced but she was stopped by takemicchi. "eh- what about our date?"

"we can postpone it for now! your friends went through such to hang out with you!" hinata replied and went back to her classroom. (name) can see takemicchi's shoulder slumped but atleast he can hang out with his new friends.

(name) was riding with draken as he ride the bike while takemicchi was with mikey, they were chattering but she pay no care to them until a certain name caught her attention.

"he was a reckless guy- he'd always calmly challenged guys ways stronget than him to fight"

"oh- he sounds like a cool person!" takemicchi exclaimed. well shinichiro was really a cool guy, there were no lie there.

"takemitchy, you're like him" clearly taken aback, takemicchi's eyes widened at mikey's statement. "I AIN'T THAT COOL, NO MATTER HOW YOU LOOK AT IT-!!" he denied loudly and causes mikey to laughed at his reaction.

"well it's true he wasn't lame as you, takemitchy. he teased and takemicchi's shoulders slumped. "you're so mean" all three of them laughed at him.

at firat she didn't agree with mikey but as she thinks more about it. shinichiro and takemicchi' was quite similar in some categories. — the only difference about them was their height and takemicchi having a girlfriend.

( timeskip )

"michi, can i meet you at the park?" (name) said over the phone, she was anxious about something and needed his answer to calm herself down.

"uh- yeah sure.. i'm heading there right now" he replied and she ended the call as she began to run to the park. she couldn't talk to him after they hang out since mikey literally pulled her with him and draken so they can hang out a little more.

after running for a minute or three, she finally arrives at the park, she can see takemicchi's figure playing on the swing. she sat on beside him which caused him to jolted in shocked.

"you scared me-- so why did you call me for?" she wanted to ask him if he was a time leaper just like her but at the same time, she doesn't want to sound crazy to him.

she contemplates for a bit whether to tell him or not, but she couldn't find any excuses that really to talk about, plus she have been theorized this ever since the fight between them and kiyomasa(not really).

her silence made him nervous and worried. "(name)-?".

"are you- by any chance, a time leaper?" her question caught him off guard, he stared at her with eyes and mouth widened to a degree they never did before. he doesn't know how to react- how was he supposed to react? she wasn't supposed to know so how did she know? was he too obvious?

takemichi was frozen, he was thinking of an answer to get rid of (name)'s suspicion on him but by how shocked and silent he was when he heard the question, (name) already got the answer she wanted.

"takemichi, are you oka-?"

"-NO!! ahh what i meant was- no i'm not a time leaper or w-whatever you said cause uh- that's like, ya know- impossible!!" takemichi stumble a few times over his words, trying to laugh the situation off but he was cut off by something he never knew he wanted to hear from someone.

"i'm a time leaper too, takemichi."

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should i stop writing this long lol? i was writing and didn't notice how long it was until i saw the numbers lol..

ALSO CHP242 AHHHHH (senju you're so hot)

draken was supposed to there :')