#i’ll just get the fitted sheet separate

[i-am-a-fan]

I bought,

Dinosaur fitted sheets.

I was,

So happy.

They are,

Too small.

I cannot return them

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Ghost, Simon & You [SMUT]

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Implied Breeding Kink, Implied Forced Pregnancy, Stomach Bulging, Possessive! Ghost, Kinda Evil! Ghost, Simon and Ghost are Separate People in the Same Body, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’.

Backed up! Simon who uses you as his personal cum dump whenever he returns from deployment. You know you’re in for an absolute pounding when you hear him banging on your front door, only to see him standing there, tall and dark as a shadow, looking down at you with an almost manic gaze.

He hasn't even been home to change first, still clad in his balaclava, eye paint and the under-layers of his tactical attire. He pushes his way in, kicking the door shut behind him with his boot and pressing his lips to yours. It doesn’t matter that you can’t feel his skin, that he’s almost crushing your skull as he grips your cheeks and brings you as close as physically possible, that you can taste gunpowder, dust and death on his mask. That this isn’t Simon at all, but the unholy spirit that possesses him. 

Doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter.

It also doesn’t matter that he literally tears your shirt from your body, a rumble reverberating through his chest when he sees you without underwear. You were expecting him. Good.

Simon – Ghost – is never gentle when it comes to the first round. He never strips all the way down, either, always leaving his mask on, too. He just yanks his pants down as far as necessary before pressing the hard, aching, weeping tip of his cock to your entrance, pushing in with neither care, nor restraint.

He sees the way you fist the sheets, face down against the mattress but your cries still managing to reach him. He just doesn’t care. Especially when your familiar warmth encompasses him, pulls him into the here and now.

It’s at this point that Ghost sees why Simon loves being around you so much, loves being with you. In you.

His member protrudes, a bump in your stomach evident like a tombstone. Whenever you try to press it, try to flatten your hand against it to get a feel for just how big it is, he takes your wrists in his hands and presses them against the mattress. The message is clear: you don’t interfere. I’ll cum when I say so, not by your hand.

Ghost doesn’t stop until you’re raw and red and leaking with either his or your juices, a ring of white forming at the base of his shaft where you can’t fit any more of his length inside you. You feel it, pulsating and battering and alive in your middle, feeling as if it’s nudging everything else out the way so it can lie uninhibited inside your warm cavern.

He’s hard and fast, rough yet thorough. He never leaves an inch of you unmarked, unbruised, by the time he’s done. Whether he’s aware or not, you always end up finishing first, your walls tightening and pulsating around Ghost’s cock as he continues to abuse your hole, hitting your most sensitive point over and over again, prolonging your orgasm and leaving you utterly spent yet satisfied.

When Ghost cums, it’s long, hard and hot. So, so hot – as if the all fire of his anger he’s had building up these last few months is now cradled within you, an unspeakable offspring. He never immediately pulls out. No, he waits, hands about your waist, no doubt bruises from where he’s gripped you, where he’s kept you so he can make sure you don’t crawl away.

His load is thick and there’s so much of it – you feel like you’re being filled past full.

If you’re capable and fertile, he often considers not giving you birth control after the fact, rather letting you stay dormant in bed and tying you up so you have no choice but to let his seed take. The idea never fails to send a shiver down his spine, making him hard all over again as the image of you, bedbound and incapacitated by his hand is enough to make him retreat to another room just so he doesn’t act on the fantasy. 

The look on Simon’s face, he often wonders, when he finds you’re marked as Ghost’s, carrying a permanent reminder that he got to you first; when he realises that the creature he entrusts his dirty work to, his militant alter ego, has utterly ravaged and claimed you from the inside out.

The horror. The futility of apology. It’s enough to satiate Ghost for now. Enough, enough.

And with that, he pulls out, taking the blazing heat of his body with him. He leaves you on the bed, ass up, face down, with his cum dripping out of you. Leaves you for Simon to clean up, to deal with. 

And to your side does Simon come rushing, for once Ghost removes his mask, so does he the haze he casts over his unwilling creator, letting him return to humanity. The vague pulsing of his member, the wetness coating it and the sheen of sweat clinging to Simon’s body is enough to let him know – remind him – what’s happened.

He comes to your aid, scooping you up in his arms and tending to you in every way he knows how - in every way that’s routine. He apologises, over and over, for letting Ghost do this you, for letting him have his way with you, for not being able to protect you–

You shush him. Look at him with kind eyes. You tell him you’re happy to do it, that you’d rather it be you than anyone else, that you wouldn’t be doing it if you didn’t love Simon. Which you do. Monumentally. And Simon loves you, too. He just fears that Ghost may be growing to love you, too – in ways he shouldn’t. 

He feels him now, watching you bathe, sweeping over the bruises on your wrists, your hips and waist, the pressure in the back of his head mounting as Ghost lusts for the control to do it all again.

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[leahsgf]

Looove Lucy taking care of reader.

Could I have more? Maybe Lucy is the worried older sister who makes sure reader doesn't get separated from the group when they go out, or that she ends up spending her money on too many sweets. Thanks <3

REINS - lucy bronze

lucy bronze x sister!reader

pure fluff about lucy being an overprotective older sister to you

her role as your big sister was one that lucy arguably took the most pride in out of all of her duties in her life - and that had always been the case, even back in the days when she was a teenager, and would often forgo going out with her friends in order to play and spend time with you.

even when it meant clinging onto the reins that were attached to your backpack to prevent you from running off for dear life in worry as you toddled around giggling - finding it hilarious.

the pair of you had always been inseparable, and all you had ever wanted to be was like her, having decided the instant you were able to grasp the concept of her job - that you were going to be a footballer too.

so that’s exactly what you did, and lucy’s protectiveness over you only increased as you did so, especially when you received your first call up to the lionesses alongside her.

you were more than a decade younger than her, freshly faced and new to every part of what you were experiencing - being the youngest on the squad by a considerable amount, meaning that lucy worried about you constantly, even more than usual, and watched over you like a hawk.

-

a team day out exploring the city in a country you’d never been to before had the older girl as pale as a sheet just thinking about all of the different possibilities.

“stay with me - or one of the girls at all time, okay? please be careful. if anyone, and i mean anyone tries anything or makes you uncomfortable in any way you need to tell me immediately. this is a new place to us all so just be extra war-” you cut off her rambling before she talked herself to death, playfully rolling your eyes, insides secretly warming at how much she cared for you.

“luce, it’s okay. i know. i won’t wander off. i’m a big girl”

“okay.” she breathes, giving up on the remainder of her speech, instead settling for “i just remember you being so tiny you could fit in one of my hands like it was yesterday, and i just want you to be safe.”

“i promise. i’ll be fine.” you linked pinkies with her, knowing you’d be glued to her side regardless.

“don’t make me get the reins back out. i remember how much of a menace you were, running off all over the place!”

she pointed at you warningly, and if it weren’t for the stern expression across her features you would’ve laughed.

“that was when i was three!”

“i’m just saying! the threat remains!”

-

no matter how old you got, or how far you progressed in your career, lucy still would refuse to let you pay for anything, slipping you money with a wink and a finger held to her lips, like you were six again and giggling behind your parents back.

“you’re my baby sister, don’t be silly. absolutely not.�� she would insist, playfully slapping your hand away as you reached for your purse, sticking a pile of notes or in its place.

“make sure you don’t spend it all at once, kay? i expect to see some change when you come out!” she called after you as you were pulled into the sweet shop by ella and alessia, who’s playful grins told lucy that she’d be very unlikely to see you return with any money to spare.

not that it mattered in the slightest really, she just loved teasing you and treasured looking after you, not quite ready to give it up, it being one of her favourite parts of her life, even when you were nearing being an adult yourself.

-

tried to fit in everything that you requested! thank you for it i enjoyed writing it - and happy new year!

not proof read so i apologise if there’s any mistakes

[reysdriver]

Mattress Acting | P.P.

Day 8 of Kinktober: Photography/Sex Tape — peter x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, Minors DNI - smut, sex tape, slight exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, piv sex, creampie

words: 1.3k

a/n: I told yall im gonna stick to kinktober even tho its literally december! NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT??

The idea had struck you both at the same time last night. When Peter had picked up his camera off his dresser as you were changing into your pyjamas. You heard the click sound of the shutter when you were pulling your shirt over your head, and you knew exactly what it was. 

After pulling off the piece of fabric, you saw your boyfriend standing against the wall with a cheeky grin on his face. 

“I’ll delete it, I promise.” He said, still smiling. 

“You don’t have to.” You told him. “I always like when you use me as a model.”

So now here you were, getting dressed up in your nicest set of sexy underwear while Peter was in his boxers, setting up his camera on a tripod beside your bed. 

Once you were done getting ready, you came out of the bathroom and called for Peter’s attention. He looked up at you with wide eyes. As much as you loved his flattery, you were excited to start and didn’t want to waste much time. 

“How’s the camera?” You asked, motioning to the stand. 

“All set up, everything looks good.” He answered. “I’ll press record whenever you’re ready.”

You smiled at him excitedly. “Let’s make a sex tape, then.”

He pressed the red button on the top of the device, then walked you back to the bed. He kissed you as he laid you back against the sheets, then softly pecked the crown of your head. 

“You’re gonna be a goddamn movie star, baby.” Peter told you, then returned to your lips as he laid atop you. 

His large hands started travelling all across your body. They started at your cheeks as he held your face close, then they started moving down. 

Then, at your chest, they cupped your breast over the bra and kneaded at the lush flesh. When he felt that wasn’t enough for him, he moved one of his hands to your back, and you arched for him, He easily manoeuvred the clasp open, and kept going how he was before. 

And finally, at your hips, he pulled you tightly against him, and you could feel his boner through his boxers. Unfortunately, with that and your panties, there were still two layers of fabric separating you from your boyfriend. Now that just couldn’t be anymore.  

Luckily, Peter seemed to share your sentiment because he hooked two fingers around your waistband and tugged slightly, wordlessly telling you to lift your hips. And you did, of course. You let him pull down your underwear, and he pulled away from the kiss so he could toss them aside. You watched as he discarded them in the direction of the tripod, and they fell to the floor after hitting the stand about a foot under the camera. 

Oh, that camera. You felt the same rush whenever Peter used you as the subject of his photography. In school, he went to you first for every photography assignment he could possibly fit you into—partially because he claimed you as his inspiration, and partially because he knew how much you loved it. 

You were pulled out of your haze when you felt Peter shifting his body down along the bed so he could hold his face between your legs. 

A swarm of butterflies rushed from your core into your stomach when Peter pressed that first warm kiss to your centre. As if your limbs were moving without you even thinking about them, your legs interlocked behind Peter’s back and your hands latched onto his soft hair. 

It seemed like he took your actions as a sort of motivation, he brought his mouth to your clit and began working it. You didn’t even have to perform for the camera; his kisses unleashed a perfectly pornographic moan from deep inside you. 

God, the way he knew how to please you with just his mouth was insane. Each and every movement of his tongue or his lips was just so amazingly perfect. 

You knew from the start that you wouldn’t last long, but when Peter just kept lapping at your pussy while using all the moves he had kept track of over the time you’ve been together because he knew they made you cum, of course the petit mort was almost here. 

Your vision quickly became dark and you started seeing stars. Your jaw fell slack and your hands gripped your boyfriend’s hair. It was almost unbelievable how good he was at this. 

And it wasn’t even close to over yet. 

“Pete.” You breathed. “That was amazing.”

“Just trying to put on a good show.” He shrugged. He was acting nonchalant, but you could see his smile peeking through his lips. 

He lifted himself up, and you could see his hard member straining against his boxers. It was definitely one of your favourite sights of all time. 

“You want me to help you with that?” You asked happily. 

And because you both knew what the answer was going to be, he just smiled back at you as he removed the little bit of fabric that was covering him. 

You dragged your fingers along your own slit, picking up some of your own slick to use as lubrication, then you brought your hand up to grasp his cock as he sat beside you. 

Peter inhaled deeply when you wrapped your hand around his dick, and his sounds of pleasure only increased in volume when you started to jerk him off. He definitely didn’t need the extra arousal—he was already hard as a rock from eating you out—but maybe you just wanted to build anticipation even more. 

After what you felt was a sufficient amount of strokes to move him along and raise lust, you sat up and nestled yourself onto his lap. You guided him to your pussy and sank down onto him. The stretch around him was so perfect; you and Peter were both audible in proving that. 

With hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, you started bouncing up and down on his cock. You kept riding your boyfriend, motivated by his sweet groans close to your ear, but the task was getting somewhat tiresome. Not that it wasn’t exciting, but you felt like your energy had been largely used up by Peter eating you out. 

And he clearly noticed this because he brought his hands up to your hips so he could do the hard work. He started lifting and lowering you for both your pleasures, and he did it brilliantly. 

You felt Peter gradually tense up, and you knew he was almost at his climax. He twitched once, then twice, inside of you before releasing pumps of cum inside of you. He kept using you for a few pumps after he was all done, then while still inside of you, he laid you on your back and pressed a series of soft kisses on the side of your neck. 

Once you had both cooled down, Peter slowly pulled out of you and reached over to the camera and stopped the recording before lying back down and cuddling with you. You hummed with his touch and thanked him quietly. He smiled back at you and interlocked your hands. 

“Can we watch it together tomorrow night?” You asked. 

Peter brought your hand up to his face and kissed it gently. “Of course. I’ll even promise not to touch the camera until then so I won’t see anything.”

He was too sweet. You pulled the duvet over the two of you and tucked the two of you in with the blanket.

He spoke up again. “And then I can even pick out the best shots, and we could get them framed and put them right up on the wall there.” He smiled and tapped the wall behind the headboard. 

You laughed along with him, but you weren’t entirely opposed to the idea. 

[itsabouttimex2]

Yandere Letters:

Pigsy and Tang

(The envelope is slightly wrinkled on both side, as though two people were tugging it back and forth in a fight. It smells of spice and fresh vegetables, a bit of dried cooking oil puddled up on the lower right corner. Clearly, it was written in the kitchen while Pigsy was working. The paper itself seems to have been torn free from a notebook, the blue-lined sheet having been folded several times to fit a standard envelope.)

Hi dear! I hope you’re still doing alright and eating well! It’s only been a few days since we visited you, but I’m already missing you again! Make sure to send lots of letters and don’t forget to call us! Just because you’re off in college doesn’t mean you’ve outgrown your dads, after all! Don’t skip meals and don’t skip sleep! And set aside a little bit of time to study each day! It’s important to spread your focus between different subjects so your brain doesn’t get all clogged up with too much info on one things!

And if anyone bothers you or won’t leave you alone, you make a call as soon as ya can, Y/N! I’ll be up there to straighten everyone out before you can blink, kid! Do you need anything added to your monthly care packages? I know you’ve been making a lot of rice and dumplings, so I added in the ingredients- high quality stuff, too! Use ‘em all up if ya need! I’ll send more, no trouble!

You’ve gotta write back, too! MK is missing you more each day! He keeps tugging on our sleeves and asking to see you, dear! It’s not good for a growing boy like him to be separated from his older sibling for so long, you know! Make a call right when you finish reading, then get down here for a visit- we’ll all appreciate it.

See you soon, kiddo.

(Underneath these sections, in childish scrawl drawn with red crayon, is the writing of someone who is clearly very young. In some places incorrect spelling has been struck out and replaced with the correction, all in a more refined script. Seems Tang was helping them.)

Big sis/bro!! Pigsy and Mister Tang helped me rite write you a letter! They sad said I could help make it for you! I got to drawall the decarayshons decorations! I made sure to put a lot of stars and clouds! When you come and visit, let’s go look at the stars again! Please?

(There’s a slight bulge in the envelope… looks like MK put in some stickers for you.)

[fandomfreakstudios]

A fun little doodle page I made that may or may not have taken eight and a half hours to make.

Characters and au of course belong to the wonderful @raguma1002 once again. I hope I did your boys justice.

(Also credit to my boyfriend @8deefivechairs for the drawing of bedman he stole my hecking ipad while I was drawing and added it)

Zoom ins below the cut!

Lowkey so proud of this one. Pose is fun, got to experiment with ways to draw smoke, twas a good time.

Zero justification for this obvious projecting. This song (linked below) and honestly this entire album is kind of both Bojack and swap!Peanutbutter coded. Sue me.

I made a slightly more suggestive version of this one and I’d rather post that as a rb or a separate post so I can properly tag it. that version is so much better lowkey.

Jfc I was having a field day making these. Canadian conservatives are genuinely the most insufferable people on the planet, and Cap fits the bill so well. I made at least five variations of the t-shirt (including some that make literally no sense, and some that are, like, actually political) and i’ll post them all in a rb. If you’re one of the three people ever who has this man as your comfort character… i’m sorry. Also this is my first time ever drawing him and i’m lowkey worried he’s not distinguishable enough from Mr. but they’re littermates so i’ll let it slide

There are two of these that I want to give proper shading to, and I definitely will, but I was gonna isolate them from the doodle sheet anyways so i’ll just post those lads separately.

[strawberrystepmom]

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cw: reader has defined characteristics (complexion that visibly reddens), two sisters, mentions of farming and livestock. word count 3k.

SIX YEARS AGO IN THE VILLAGE OF UCRA

Your days begin before the sun begins her own.

Distant roosters crow letting you know that morning has arrived and you shift in your bed uncomfortably, linen sheets scratching against your bare legs. Reasoning with yourself for five more minutes would be useless knowing it would throw your entire day off schedule. For a fleeting selfish moment, you contemplate the harm in allowing those measly minutes to clear your own head. The more reasonable part of you wins out this time, five minutes here and there add up quickly if you tally them at the end of the day, and your feet dangle over the edge of the bed. Your grandmother’s voice is audible through the door separating your bedroom from the kitchen, the soft clatter of dishes accompanying the sound of her singing quietly to an audience of no one.  

Padding softly across the floor, you swing the door open and greet her with a sleepy half-smile. Your sisters are still asleep and your grandfather is out of the village to trade leaving you responsible for the animals until he returns. The chickens will be fed twice today and their eggs will be collected and delivered to your neighbors. The goats will be pet gently while they’re milked, something you hope you can convince one of the girls to help with. The cows will be allowed to mosey in the pasture all day, chomping on grass while clouds roll by over their heads. 

You, on the other hand, will be handling a transaction between your grandfather and someone from the bustling city of Amavel. Sheer mention of the city makes your stomach flutter excitedly, imagining what it must be like to be in a place so large you can remain anonymous. In Ucra, everyone knows you and has since the day you were born. The community is small and deeply protective of itself, something you have always found difficult to understand given how big this world is. 

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

Your grandmother greets you as she does every morning, a soft smile on her face that shows the ever deepening lines around her mouth. Age leaves no one untouched, a thought you often refuse to indulge in because it makes you sad to think about ever losing her. You grab her hand gently and she perks up when you squeeze it. 

“Take a rest today.” Your word isn’t absolute given you are not the woman of the house but she is fair enough to consider your opinion when you give it. “Have one of the girls tend to stuff around the house.”

She sighs and squeezes your hand back, dropping it to reach around your back and grab a few eggs out of the bowl on the counter. 

“I’ll see what I can do.” 

It’s the best answer she can give. The responsibilities double when it’s just you girls left at home. She cracks eggs into a skillet and the soft sizzle fills the kitchen while you take a seat at the table your family has been sharing for three generations. This house, this table, this life - it has all belonged to people who existed long before you did. You’ve never felt like you fit into it quite well enough, something beneath your skin itching to break free from the fate of the women before you. 

This line of thinking always draws you back to imagining Amavel. A place where you can truly be anyone or no one or even someone if that’s what you desire. It’s hard to imagine a single cow or a milking bucket in a place like that, paved and illuminated streets leading its citizens from place to place if the stories you have heard are true. Bustling libraries and places to get food and drink you have never even dreamed of having in your life.

You sigh as your grandmother did moments ago, settling back into the chair you sit on for a moment. It does no good to dream, being labeled as a dreamer is being seen as trouble and you have worked your whole life to be seen as anything but. You are reliable, where you’re supposed to be when you say you’ll be there.

With any luck, your good reputation will help you today.

“Do you know what time I should be meeting our visitor? Papa didn’t say anything before he left.”

Grandma smiles and flips your egg by lifting the pan and tossing it gently in the air. When you were a child you swore this was a magic trick and told her so, eyes sparkling with joy. You were quickly and sternly told to never mention something like that again after you said it. The request has been honored but you still think the same thing every time you watch it.

There have always been rumors that magic exists in all of Ormur’s countrymen although in Ucra, this is strongly frowned upon. The people of this village lean on the primitive side compared to the rest of the increasingly modern country and superstition runs rampant in every home. Doorways and windows are blessed to keep evil out, black cats are shooed away with brooms and terrified glances.

“I believe he said this evening although I think you should stick as close to home as you can today in case he arrives sooner.” She advises and you nod. “People from the city tend to run on a different schedule than the rest of us.”

From the few past experiences you’ve had handling transactions with people from the city, you know she’s right. Time moves differently when you have endless amounts of it. “I better get started then.” You move to stand up but she stops you with a gentle hand on your shoulder, sliding your breakfast in front of you. The same breakfast you’ve enjoyed since you were a child, two eggs with their yellow eyes staring up at you. “Eat first. I’ll see if I can get your sisters up to milk today.” A gentle reassurance that she’s trying to lessen your load, just as you do hers. You smile up at her and she leans down to kiss your forehead while you split the two eggs into separate pieces and silently give thanks for the meal. The sun has risen, her light filling the kitchen, and you’ve well and truly managed to mess up your schedule for the day by taking those few minutes to enjoy your breakfast. 

-:¦:- -:¦:--:¦:- -:¦:-

As expected, nothing has gone according to plan today and it feels as though there is some force out of your control causing all of the chaos around you.

The chickens got out of their coop overnight, giving you no choice but to walk into the forests that surround the village to gather them all. You gently reprimanded each of them and placed them back in their homes with a disappointed sigh, plucking eggs from the nests to put in the pockets of your apron. Counting over each of the rows, you notice one is missing and shut the coop tightly, latching it closed before leaving.

How could you forget one? You could’ve sworn they’d all made their way back when you clucked at them and scattered feed on the ground at your feet to beckon them to you and you stomp back into the woods, frustration evident in the way you mutter to yourself quietly. 

“Of course this has to happen today of all days,” you spit through gritted teeth, the blooming hydrangeas of the forest brushing your arms as you walk through the thick bushes to a clearing where you stand and take a deep breath.

“FLORENCE!”

You scream the name one of your sisters gave the chicken so loudly it practically rips itself out of your throat, your body bending with the force of it. Fists balled at your sides, you stomp in place and furious tears roll down your cheeks. 

Your mind races with anxious, spiraling questions. Why is this happening? Is it because you wasted too much time with grandma this morning? Is it because your mind dwelled a little too long on this concept of magic that seems so foreign but so pervasive everywhere you look?

Bottom lip quivering, you unball one of your fists to wipe your fingers down your face. A few angry tears drip down your chin before you can catch them and you blow out a defeated puff of air. Going any deeper into the woods could spell disaster if you can’t find your way back home by the time you need to be there so you contemplate what to do next. 

Then you hear them - footsteps. The crunch of fallen leaves and dirt causes you to spin around and you come face to face with a man you’ve never seen before. A whole lot of man at that. 

He’s taller than any man you’ve ever seen, broad shouldered and easy smile wearing. Blue eyes lock their gaze on you and you note that if they’re the sky, the floppy white strands atop his head are the clouds and they’re both unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. Your breath catches in your throat and he smiles, raising his arms that are wrapped around your lost chicken.

“I’m guessing this,” he nods downward at the surprisingly calm bundle in his arms, “is Florence?”

Wordlessly, you nod and reach out for your lost chicken. He holds her a moment longer, thumb stroking the fingers around her neck, and you wonder if this isn’t an ambush given you are in the forest on your own. Long before your adulthood, there were a few packs of bandits that attacked villagers and forced the entire group to be assigned escorts.

Your posture stiffens and he notices, handing her over with an affable smile and a laugh.

“Believe it or not, she found me.”

You attempt to discreetly assess your chicken for any harm that may have come to her on her adventure but find yourself thwarted by how interested this man is in speaking to you, his glance still fixed on your face. Florence clucks and shifts in your arms but your touch immediately soothes her as you pet the feathers on the top of her head and her beak.

Deciding to play it cool, you clear your throat and raise your eyebrows, finally meeting his gaze fully. Your stomach flutters as it did this morning, the excitement of something you’ve never seen before nearly overcoming any farm girl stoicism you may have perfected in your life. 

“Where at?” You ask coolly, or at least you believe you do until he cracks a smile. He can tell you’re trying to appear tough and aloof to protect yourself from any potential threat so he slackens his posture to make himself at least a little smaller. 

“In the bushes not far from here.” He points in the opposite direction of where you stand and you nod, still clutching the chicken. “I was on my way to the village to pick up an order and honestly assumed that’s probably where she came from.”

This is the man coming to pick up a freshly processed cow, sold to him by your Papa? Your eyes widen and you smile, tension melting from your body. 

“You’re supposed to be meeting me, actually.” You laugh. The coincidence is funnier than you expected and you tilt your head to the side curiously. “Are you the cafe owner? Nanami, I believe?”

“No, no. I’m the cafe owner’s friend,” he raises his eyebrows and waggles them in a way that makes you giggle. “I don’t know if he’d call me his friend, maybe just his brave and extraordinarily handsome delivery man, but he’s my friend.”

The chicken meltdown seems like a distant memory as a giggle bubbles out of you, amazed by this man’s easy going nature. The people in your village are so serious it’s hard to believe a person like this actually exists. Every bit of him seems different, thrumming with a bright white light of joy and vitality. His steps are as light as air, his grin shines in the dappled afternoon light.

“What’s your name?”

The man smiles down at you and opens his arms.

“Satoru Gojo, the one and only. And you?”

Quickly you introduce yourself though your confusion about his introduction is apparent. You tilt your head to the side curiously. Florence once again rustles in your arms and you touch her, gently assuring her everything is fine despite whatever she is worked up about. The chaotic energy that has blanketed your day clearly hasn’t disappeared fully but you are best suited to keep her calm.

“You’ll have to forgive me for asking but are you famous or something?”

Now it’s his Satoru’s to laugh. It sounds like the music that is played during the seasonal festivals in the village to you; you hear the songs so rarely that they have become something you cherish. 

This laugh could become the same if you think too long about it. 

“I mean if you mention my name at any bar in Amavel you’ll probably get a collective sigh from the patrons,” he jokes. “I’m pretty talkative and drunk people hate that.”

You wouldn’t know. You’ve never stepped foot in a bar despite being old enough to drink, the village tends to steer clear of alcohol unless it’s festival season so even wine is hard to come by. Excitement rises in you again, warmth lightening your limbs. 

“Can I ask you a few questions about the city while we walk back to the village?”

Gojo grins, a bit taken aback by your friendliness though he plays it off well. He has only traveled to Ucra a few times in his life, most of them recent, and he has never met someone quite as excited to see a stranger. Your eyes gleam and he wonders for a moment how anyone in your life has denied you a thing.

“Of course but you have to answer my questions too, okay?”

Nodding excitedly, you giggle.

“You can go first if you’d like.”

He pretends to ponder for a moment, stroking his chin thoughtfully while you begin walking back toward your home, where the large wheelbarrow of meat purchased waits for him to take back to the city. You don’t want to take up too much of his time knowing that what he purchased is time sensitive but the day is already so off track - what does it matter if you take a few minutes to do this? You took a few minutes to nourish yourself with breakfast, this is simply a different kind of sustenance and one you get to enjoy so rarely.

“Why is your chicken named Florence?”

You squeeze her gently in your arms.

“My sister named her. I have two of them and they named all of the chickens. This is Florence, we have Mary, Hattie, and Lucy and a bunch more at home. I could introduce you if you want?”

Even your frustration about having to wrangle and return each of these chickens has long evaporated and Satoru nods at you, holding his hand out in the direction of your village.

“After you.”

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Once he’s certain that he is far enough out of the village that his magic will not be detected, Satoru mumbles a spell that encapsulates the bundle of packages in the wagon in golden light and they whoosh away in an instant, magicked off to their rightful owner Kento Nanami hours away from the secluded village he remains outside of. There’s a basket of preserved fruit and eggs dangling from one of his arms, courtesy of you, and he decides to keep them with him instead of sending them back. He doesn’t have to share a gift, after all.

Taking his time getting home, he walks in the opposite direction of the dirt path you walked him down just hours ago. There is so much to contemplate from this one little trip but there are two things he knows for certain. 

One, you have magical ability. Your touch alone was enough to calm animal and human alike, the slight golden aura shimmering off of your hands alerting him that it is not simply your good personality providing comfort although he did believe it to be nothing but at first. He won’t deny your good nature or your kind heart but there is more, something you clearly are interested in judging by how many questions you asked him about Amavel.

Two, he likes you. Not in the way he sort of likes everyone, it’s in his nature to be personable, but in the “why is my heart beating a little too fast right now” way. The “why do I have to leave you when I want to stay here and listen to you talk about how you named your chickens all night” way. The way that will make him certain he has to come back no matter what. Clever man that he is, it doesn’t take long to concoct a plan to figure out how to do just that.

Gojo mutters an incantation and with a wave of his free hand a book materializes out of thin air. It’s heavy and leather bound with gold raised lettering on the cover. It plops onto the ground with a thud when he releases his magic and he bends down to situate it between the hydrangea bushes far enough away from the village that he knows only you will venture out here. 

There’s a binding spell on the book, something to always tether him to you while he is back in the city. The book won’t spy on you per se but he will know every time you pick it up to read it, a gentle tug on his magic telling him that the sweet village girl is interested in more. 

If you wanted it, he’d give you everything including the world but he must take it a step at a time. This is simply step one - a magical interest check if you will. 

Satisfied with his plan, Satoru rises to standing and plucks a satchel of dried peaches from the basket you sent him home with. Popping one into his mouth with a pleased hum, he grins as he chews and continues walking away from the place he hopes to return to very soon.

[pictureinme]

cheri cheri lady – kitten braden (6)

��� you go to a peepshow. you meet kitten. your life is flipped upside down.

patricia 'kitten' braden x f!reader tags: voyeurism, oral sex, p in v, etc. (see ao3 for full list) parts: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) 6

You giggle into the kiss as her hands tickle at your sides. The way her plush lips fit yours so well seemed like more than chance. You dismount from her lap, giving her space to cool down, but don’t yet separate the entanglement of limbs.

Kitten looks at you and sighs, “You’re a beautiful young lady, (Y/N).”

Despite the previous events, you blush and look away, “Not as beautiful as you.”

She touches your cheek gently, making you look back into her beautiful blue gaze. “Don’t be like that… let me compliment you.”

You feel a warmth in your heart as she praises you, continually whispering just as sweet compliments. Her fingers make their way to your chin, and you open your mouth slightly. Her thumb rubs against your bottom lip, and you dart your tongue out to taste.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty…”

Your lips wrap around the tip of her thumb, and she pushes in. A slight moan erupts from your throat, and she smiles gently. Kitten watches as you suck her thumb with a passion reminiscent of you going down on her. She continues to cradle your jaw with the rest of her hand, and finds herself getting lost in the feeling.

Not before long, she releases it with a pop, and quickly replaces it with her tongue. You suck on it with the same intensity as before, if not more. She makes her way on top of you to deepen the kiss, and scratches down your sides, causing you to whine loudly.

“Good girl.”

You relish in the praise, “Am I getting my surprise soon, love?”

She smiles rather mischievously, “Patience is a virtue, (Y/N).”

Kitten begins to kiss your face gently, covering every inch in the tint of her remaining lipstick. It tickles, and your smile widens even more. You feel her grind down on your lap, and you both share a moan. Her thighs feel amazing on yours, so plush and soft. She continues her kissing down to your neck, nipping every now and then.

Her fingers stroke your hair, and you practically mewl at the sweet attention she gives you. Not before long, you feel a familiar hardness grow on top of you.

Almost on cue, she moves up to whisper in your ear, “Would you like me to fuck you, pretty (Y/N)?”

Your eyes flutter closed, “God, please, Kitten. I’ve been hoping for that all night.”

“Lord, you’re brash,” she smirks as she starts to make her way between your legs again, “Not that I mind, but I may have to clean that mouth of yours…”

You moan quietly at the implications, “Don’t even think about prepping me, I’m practically dripping, love.”

“You think I can’t tell? I’ll help you find new sheets tomorrow,” she spreads your knees apart slowly.

‘Tomorrow?’ you think, ‘She wants to stay with me, even tomorrow…’

You’re knocked from your thoughts when a finger slides up your slit.

“Ready for me, doll?” Kitten kneels in front of you, her pretty length just inches away from where you need it to be.

“Please, I need you.”

She begins to lube herself on your wetness, the teasing seemed unending. Moving forward, her tip enters you slowly. This could be the only thing she does, and you would be beyond content. Thankfully, she pushes in further, more than you expected, until her hips are flush with your thighs.

“Oh, fuck me…” your head lolls back, and you let out a long moan.

“You’re so warm and tight, (Y/N),” Kitten’s eyes are shut, allowing her to feel every sensation you provide her.

She stays still inside you for only a little longer, just so you can adjust to her size. Once you urge her with impatient movements, she pulls out and back in just as fast. Your eyes shoot open, a whimper being pulled from you. You find her watching your expression, and the pleasure only doubles.

“Good girl, taking me so well,” her thrusts start to build a rhythm, “Does it feel good?”

Nodding, you move one of her hands to your breast, needing more stimulation, “It feels so good, Kitten, you’re so good!”

She grabs it, and begins to tease at your nipple, “So desperate, I love it.”

You nod again, feeling lost in the increasing speed and deepness of her movements. If this was heaven, you wouldn’t be surprised. Feeling her skin stick to yours, her sweat dripping onto your stomach, her groans and whines like music to your ears…

She twists your nipple very suddenly, and your back arches into it. Kitten smiles, delighted by your reaction. Wanting more, she sneaks the same hand to your clit, and rubs little circles around it.

“Kitten…” your brain turns to mush as she plays with you.

“Yes, love? Feeling close?” Her words were confident, but her voice wavered as she stuttered in her thrusts. She was close, just like you.

You nod enthusiastically, feeling your hips grind back on her subconsciously, “I’m so close!”

She moves her hand from your clit to ghost around your neck, and applies a very gentle pressure. It was enough to have you mewling. Kitten’s eyes fill with a devious glimmer, and she presses harder.

“Pretty little girl… come for me,” she watches as you squirm and quickly move your hand to rub at your clit. If she wanted you to come, you were gonna give her a show. You feel lightheaded, but her thrusts keep bringing you back down to Earth. You rub and rub, and watch her mouth fall open as she watches you.

You feel her so deep inside you, and you have no choice but to let go. Her thrusts are relentless as you see stars, and it only strengthens the orgasm. Your eyes open, not realizing they were closed, as you hear Kitten whimpering.

“Come, baby, please come in me…” you practically beg her, and her head rolls back.

Her whimpers turn into full blown moans as she thrusts desperately into you. You feel her twitch, and the warm feeling of her release is evident. She releases your neck from her grip, and collapses on top of you. Her breath is ragged, and her body sticky, but you feel so enraptured.

As both of your breathing calms, you let out a noise of contentment, “That was the best sex I have ever had in all my years of living, Miss Kitten.”

She giggles, and turns her head away from your body to breathe, “I have to agree, dear (Y/N). I can’t remember the last time I was, well… on top.”

“It certainly did not show, love.”

Kitten moves up to look into your eyes, and you both smile sleepily. You move to kiss her, and she pulls you even closer by the hair.

“I should probably pull out, huh?” She smiles coyly, and does so. You groan as she moves, but she shushes you sweetly, “I’ll grab a towel, don’t worry.”

You watch her naked form skip to your bathroom and wet a cloth with water to clean you up. As she does so, your sensitive body twitches uncontrollably.

“Ah, be gentle!”

She grins unabashedly, “Maybe you shouldn’t have rubbed so hard, hm?”

You fall silent, having been stood corrected. Kitten hands you the cloth, as well as a glass of water she grabbed, and you gently wash her as well.

Both being clean, calmed down, and hydrated, the two of you climb into your bed.

“Is this okay?” You look at Kitten.

“Of course, your bed is quite lush.”

“That isn’t what I meant, dear.”

She turns to her side to face you properly, “Then what did you mean, silly?”

“All of this, what we did,” you pause, “I don’t think I want this to be a fling. I know it isn’t exactly romantic, but…”

“Hush, doll,” she puts a finger to your lips, “I don’t want it to be like that either. I’d like to get to know you a bit better and… maybe we can see what happens?”

Her eyes looked uncertain, something you had never seen before in all of her confident swagger.

“I’d love that, Kitten. Thank you so much, I just can’t believe…!”

She moves forward suddenly to kiss you on the lips, seeming to have a knack for cutting you off mid-sentence.

You separate, smiling, “Let’s rest, lover. I’ll make us breakfast in the morrow, yeah?”

She nods, “Good night, Miss (Y/N).”

You kiss her again, softly, “Good night, Miss Kitten."

[mirkwoodmunson]

smoking with Eddie and then you're straddling him and kissing and then a song comes on u really like so you are like dancing while straddling him and he's just watching u and maybe he starts undressing u while u lipsync to the song maybe huhuhu

HUUHHUHUHUUUU 🤪

“i was feelin’ done iiiin~ …”

“babe…”

“…couldn’t win…”

“please can we just—“

“i’d only ever kissed befooo-ooore~!”

“—watch this movie without—“

“you mean she..?! …uh-huh…”

“…christ…”

“i thought there’s no use getting! into heavy petting! it only leeeeads to trouble aaand…” you grab eddie by his cheeks and smoosh your noses together, staring him dead in the eye waiting for him to continue the lyric.

he can’t help it, squeezes his eyes shut and snorts, “seat wetting!”

you squeal and giggle and clutch his head to your bosom now where he sputters with laughter, lets you handle him as you will as you continue along with susan sarandon.

“now all i want to knooow! is how to gooo~!”

you playfully shove him away and he falls back into his pillows with a huff, grinning up at you with shining eyes as you shift up onto your knees on the sheets, singing into the invisible microphone clutched in your fist. with your other hand you point a lazy finger, and eddie pretends to nip at it.

“i’ll put up no resistance! i want to stay the distance!”

you crawl over his legs and as you do eddie cranes himself up while you lean over him, all teasing smiles and giggly and blushing cheeks as he slides hands over your thighs.

“i’ve got an itch to scratch, i need assiiistaaance~!”

his gentle slide turns into an eager grab as he hooks arms around your bottom, yanks you further into him as you yelp and eddie growls, susan continuing the song while your boyfriend devours your mouth in a hungry kiss. you’d teased him and now he had to touch you. when you separate for air you attempt to continue your cadence but it’s softer and a little gravely, hands roaming over eddie who pants softly and starts undoing the buttons of your shirt. your fingers graze the front of his pants and while he utters a light groan, you grin.

“you need a friendly hand, ohh i need aaaactioon~!”

eddie slides your shirt back and down your arms; you’d taken your bra off before movie night started and eddie is just over the moon with this information, uttering a needy sigh as he leans into your chest and offers it his gentle attention. as he kisses and licks, you smile and drop your head back, this time just mouthing along as susan belts out your exact sentiments;

“touch-a touch-a tooouch meee!”

eddie all but growls with a nipple pinched between his teeth, “i wanna be dirty.”

he hooks his hands by the backs of your knees and yanks you into him so you’re forced to lie back with a yelp, your crotch pulled snug against eddie’s hips. you disintegrate into a fit of giggles as eddie sits up and leans in over you, swallows your laughter, and susan continues to serenade over the noisy kisses and soft moans.

[paris-in-space]

Hey, I was wondering how you chose colors for the Dracula cast! (I love Arthur's red jacket.)

Hi! I am so sorry I only just saw this ask today, but I’ll answer it now, hopefully it was worth the wait (at least with the drawing asks I have the excuse of not having had time to draw things).

Okay so, a lot of the decisions I made when it comes to the colours was on instinct, but I can still try and explain.

Jonathan wears brown, with a hint of red in his tie, and has brown hair and eyes, I wanted his colours to be relatively unassuming, the little bit of red is for visual interest but also maybe hints that he’s not just an average guy, but his design is intentionally quite plain.

When I first designed Mina it was actually for an English Lit A Level class where I had to make a character sheet about her, so I actually googled her for inspiration and took some from her look in the 1992 film (I now hate that film although it does have gorgeous visuals) and I think the green from her outfits in that film stuck in my head. Initially in my mind I didn’t imagine her as a redhead however when it came to actually putting colour on her it felt like a good decision to make, and offers some nice contrast to the green. Her earrings are meant to be like drops of blood because symbolism.

Lucy wears pink because I think of her as being pretty and feminine, the choice to have multiple shades of pink in her outfit was just to make it more interesting although the ribbon she wears in her hair matches with Arthur’s tie. Her hair is a warm blonde because of the sunny ripples line in the book, and her eyes are brown to keep things warm.

Arthur is the character whose design has changed the most since the first time I ever drew him, and I’m glad of it. (My original design of him was incredibly boring) although since first adding colour it has changed very little. The choice of red both looks nice next to Lucy and fits in with the other suitors whilst still being distinctly different. Choosing Arthur’s colours was very much a case of seeing what felt right rather than thinking too much about it in depth. (Also thank you for the compliment on his jacket.)

Jack spends a lot of time being sad so a cold colour palette made sense for him, I think the green has some medical connotations, and still allows for him to have some colour in his design without being too bright. Aside from brown shoes which sort of balance out his hair, any other clothing than his waistcoat and tie are grey because I don’t think he’s the sort to wear much colour. He also has the palest skin of the lot because he spends a lot of time inside.

Quincey on the other hand has such a warm presence as a character that his colour palette is full of warm tones. His mustard yellow waistcoat is the most memorable thing to me but it isn’t his only defining colour, I mostly just wanted him to have a very warm presence without venturing too close to Arthur’s red. I am also fully on board with the idea of Quincey being a person of colour.

Renfield is very grey all around with almost purple undertones. His clothes are very much inspired by the 1931 film which was of course black and white, and are also simple enough that many other colour choices wouldn’t make much sense for him. His hair reflects his age, and his complexion is somewhat unnatural (definitely unhealthy) to sort of separate him as a link between Dracula and the human world whilst also not really being a part of either.

I have barely drawn Van Helsing in colour so I don’t think I can really do a colour analysis on him yet, I need to get into the habit of drawing him and actually design him an everyday outfit, I’m pretty sure the only time I’ve done him in colour he was wearing black because of Lucy’s death.

Dracula himself is a mysterious black shadow with red eyes, mostly because I like the idea of depicting his menacing presence and dangerous vibe without specific details, I also really like the idea of a Dracula adaptation where you don’t actually see Dracula, and just have the mystery that the characters face and whilst drawing him this way isn’t exactly doing that, I think knowing this might make the design make more sense.

I hope this makes sense and was worth waiting so long.

(I had to re type a bunch of this a few times because I accidentally clicked off without saving more than once, having typed out multiple paragraphs)

[robthegoodfellow]

Fingers-in-my-word-doc Friday:

In honor of Friday, gimme a line several paragraphs from your latest WIP or project that involves hands. (Search-find hand, hands, fingers, fingerpad, nails, wrist, palm, thumb, heel, lifelines etc)

Tagged by @ihni, who has excellent timing. Using this as excuse to post preview of long delayed next chapter of Only One Bed:

The Catholic church on the edge of town rang its bells thrice a day—six in the AM, noon, six in the PM—and that first round of distant, steady clanging roused Billy from fitful sleep, however briefly, every morning without fail. He was used to it, even before moving to Hawkins; the Lutherans liked to do the same at his childhood church in San Diego.

That morning, he would’ve drifted off again—closing shift later—if not for a couple distracting factors. Number one, he had to piss, and usually he’d just roll out and stumble back without a thought because Ed slept like the dead once he was down, except that, number two, cuddled along Eddie’s side, his arm looped limp around her back, was… Chrissy. Who’d shifted, eyes fluttering, the moment Billy sat up. 

Her enquiring hum was more a soft grunt.

“Sorry,” he whispered, barely audible over the hiss of the sheets as he slid free. “Gotta pee.”

Another hum, faintly acceding, like I’ll allow it, and Billy bit down on a bubble of mirth, spent his time before the porcelain throne and his foggy wander back to the bed a bit dumbfounded, awestruck in a way that made his chest tight, this balloon inside expanding past capacity.

It was Sunday. This time last week, he’d been bracing to lose something, not… find something. Gain something. 

He’d assumed pushing Chrissy and Eddie together would necessarily push Billy and Eddie apart. Billy would be the one giving, not… getting. 

Never in his wildest imagining had Billy anticipated last night. That, holding Eddie out to her, poised for release, Chrissy would grab onto them both. Together, but also—separately. 

And Billy never expected he’d so badly want to grab onto her in return.

Quiet as he could, he slipped between the sheets, sat propped against the headboard, and seeing them snuggled in the dark set off that same buoyant burst as before. Not just for Eddie. The pang of possessive fondness… it was for her, too. 

Possessive and protective. Chrissy had fallen apart, let him tend to the pieces, bundle her up safe, and it was almost desperate, irrational, how much he wanted to be there when she needed that, but also…

He swallowed, rubbing his chest like that would calm whatever was wrestling for purchase, and tried to parse the chaos, the known and familiar feelings from the rest.

Because the past week had stomped all over the sandy bottom of his psyche, stirred what he tried so hard to keep submerged until it was nothing but swirling murk. And when it got like that, the best thing to do was keep real still, wait for it to settle.

Slight movement beneath a pillow, and his gaze cut to the slender hand as it emerged to nudge his own, resting on the mattress by his hip. Chrissy gave no other sign of being awake, and maybe she wasn’t, maybe she was just stretching in her sleep… but when he turned his hand, lightly held her fingers, brushing his thumb over soft knuckles, she squeezed, a brief pulse, weak from lying lax so long.

It lanced through him, this urge to scoop her up and really squeeze, so tight and consuming that it smothered everything bad.

Clingy, he diagnosed. He, Billy Hargrove, was feeling fucking clingy.

.

zero pressure tags: @imsodishy @fizzigigsimmer @passivenovember @shieldofiron @spaceofentropy and anyone else who wants to 💛

[cornychip]

Something More- Chapter 2

18+

Word Count: 5.6k

Chapter Summary: The twins birthday, Josh’s guest bedroom, getting caught…what could be better?

Pairings: Sammy x Reader

Danny x Reader

Tropes: friends to enemies?

enemies to lovers

friends to lovers

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ content only. DNI if you are under 18. Alcohol use. Strong/hurtful language.

Part 1

Part 3

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“I’m glad you came with me,” his voice sounded from behind you.

You flipped over onto your side to look at him, his hand falling off your back and onto the sheets.

“So am I.”

He smiled tiredly as he dropped his head against a pillow, shuffling under the sheets to get more comfortable. A hand found your hip, nudging for you to come closer to him.

“I liked you a lot in high school, you know?”

He spoke with his eyes closed, his voice slow and quiet.

“I didn’t know that.”

He chuckled softly.

“I guess I wasn’t obvious enough.”

Your stomach dropped a bit, that familiar burning rising again to your chest. You bit your lip; perhaps your body’s way of trying to tell you not to ask the question you were about to ask.

“What do you feel now?”

His eyes fluttered back open to look at you.

Your heart sank. You should have just stayed quiet.

“I’m not sure,” he chimed out, his voice clearer and more attentive now, “it’s been a long time.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat.

“Yeah, it has.”

“But I do know how jealous I get whenever I see you with Danny.”

He chuckled out and you couldn’t help but quirk the corner of your lip up.

“Some things never change, I guess,” he spoke again.

You propped yourself up on your arm in a sudden fit of amusement.

“You were jealous of Danny in high school? No way.”

Sam raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders.

“When it came to you, yeah. Although in every other aspect he was the biggest dork I’d ever met.”

You chuckled together.

“I’ll be sure to tell him that,” you answered, lowering your head onto his chest and closing your eyes.

“You will not,” Sam breathed out quietly, a grin tugging at your lips as you both drifted to sleep

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That was how it had been for the last couple of months mostly.

Giddy smiles down at your phone when you read his stupid dirty texts, showing up to his house with a bottle of wine, waking up with his arm wrapped over your side.

It felt good.

It was fun as Sam put it, just having fun.

You told yourself you were okay with fun, that being able to reap the benefits of a relationship without the responsibility of one was something to relish in. How you truly felt was not something you offered much thought to.

You checked the time, 7:40 pm, how on time did you need to be to their birthday party anyways?

You stood in front of your mirror, finishing up the last few buttons on the casual black mini dress you bought at a consignment shop mainly for the cargo short-esque pockets that adorned it. You slipped on a pair of frilly white socks and old black loafers, a pairing that Sam and Danny ruthlessly teased you for in high school, though now it seemed you were just ahead of trend.

Sam had offered to drive, but seeing that neither one of you had disclosed your recent relations to anyone, not even Danny, you had thought it best to go separately so as not to turn any heads. As Sammy always did he let it roll right off his back, not catching on that you had hoped he’d be at least slightly disappointed.

You optimistically got in your car to drive, telling yourself you would only have two or three drinks, though three out of four times you did so you ended up sleeping in one of Josh’s guest bedrooms until the next morning. This time, though, you told yourself it’d be different, you’d be responsible.

It wasn’t a big gathering or ordeal like birthdays past for the two twins, no raging house parties or cop raids while the Kizska’s parents were away visiting relatives or out to dinner and drinks with some friends, but it was still a Kiszka party. The backyard was strung with lights, and music was humming pleasantly in the background from scattered speakers. The boys had even splurged for some heaters in the brisker nights of spring. Few people you knew were there, mostly a collection of vibrant personalities the boys had met in the music scene and while living in Nashville, people you didn't know exactly how to approach or lead a conversation with the way the Kiszka boys could. You grabbed yourself a glass of champagne and found a spot farther from the main crowd and closer to a heater. It wasn’t like the rinky dink parties in high school that you found yourself missing some nights, but it was nice

“Don’t worry, the real party will start in a couple of hours.”

Sam bent and whispered into your ear before shooting back up to his full height.

You jumped slightly before realizing it was just him and offered a polite smile in response.

“I’m only staying for a few drinks, drove myself here and I’m planning on driving myself back…you know, like a responsible adult,” you straightened, trying to look as poised as possible.

“I’ve heard that one before,” he chuckled knowingly, “usually ends with Danny and Josh carrying you to bed.”

You gave him a playful glare, breaking into a coy smile quickly.

“Yeah well, we’ll see where the night takes us.”

You stood in silence for a bit, just watching as everyone else chatted and drank, a few people dancing around the yard to whatever music Josh had chosen that night. As always, Josh was the primary planner while Jake was mostly just along for the ride.

You shivered a bit as you felt Sam’s long slender fingers pinch at the hem of your dress, rubbing the fabric between his fingers before dropping his hand back to his side.

You looked up at him with an inquisitive face at his bizarre action.

“That’s a nice dress, it’s a little short don’t you think?”

Your eyes widened and your hands immediately patted down the bottom of the entire dress, trying to feel where it laid on your legs and if you’d been walking around with your ass out every time you’d worn it in the last 4 months.

Sam only stifled his laughter as he watched you, earning a shove against his arm.

“Don’t scare me like that Sam, that’s one of my biggest fears-“

“I know, I know because in ninth grade your skirt got stuck in your underwear and no one told you till 3rd period!”

Sam laughed to himself, hunching over and gasping for breaths as you continued your shoving.

“Yes,” you exclaimed, giving him one shove that almost sent him toppling over, “so why would you do something like that, how stupid are you!?” you gave him one final push as he straightened up, chuckling with him a little.

“You’re fun to tease, that’s why,” he said before sighing into a small and final chuckle.

Your cheeks turned warm, the way they did almost every time Sam flirted with you. You always wondered if he did the same, you thought most likely not.

“It looks good-the dress-I like it,” he offered before taking a swig of his drink.

You went shy at the compliment despite having been sleeping with him for the past 3 months.

“Thanks,” you replied softly, looking down at the dress to inspect it one last time.

“You look even better in it,” his hand snaked under the back of the dress slightly, squeezing at your ass.

You let out a little gasp as your eyes widened, immediately slapping his hand away and looking around to see if anyone had seen.

“Sam!”

You reprimanded in a hushed tone.

“What?”

He replied in his signature laxed voice, not a worry in the world.

“No one’s watching, and even if they were, no one cares.”

“Well I care!”

You offered somewhat spitefully. He only looked down at you with a smirk and those eyes, eyes that meant trouble.

“How about,” he began, leaning into your ear and finding his way back under your dress, “we take a trip inside, I left my jacket in his guest room and it’s getting a little cold out.”

You just looked back at him, matching his mischievous grin with a glare of your own.

“At your brother’s birthday, really Sam?”

You countered, slapping his hand off of you once again.

“I’m just really, really cold y/n, I’m just asking you to come get my jacket with me.”

“Get it yourself.”

You retorted, crossing your arms against your chest.

This time he just moved his hand to the back of your neck, trailing his fingers into your hair, gripping at your roots and tugging down gently.

“I’ll get lost,” he frowned disappointedly, looking down at you.

His hand tightened around the fistful of hair he had in his hand.

You let a small gasp fall from your lips, cursing yourself for giving him any reaction. As much as you felt guilty about even the prospect of sneaking off to hook up with Sam in Josh’s house, you just couldn’t help yourself around him.

“I-I guess I could help you out.”

You managed out the words.

The corner of Sam’s mouth quirked up into a satisfied grin as he softened his grip and returned his hand to his side.

“Great.”

You ventured inside, Sam’s hand ghosting your lower back whilst leading you through the yard and inside. A few people were in the house, getting caught up in conversation while waiting for the bathroom or grabbing food and drinks, but for the most part it was quiet. You stopped in front of the bedroom door, a door you had become far too acquainted with in the last year.

“After you.”

Sam motioned to the door and you twisted the knob, entering the guest room that was mostly a place for Josh to house all of his extra plants. Every window was bombarded with long dangling vines and the corners were scattered with terracotta pots resting on the floor. The room was dimly illuminated from the warm lights lining the backyard shining through the windows. You looked down to the bed, no coat to be seen.

“Looks like I must’ve left it somewhere else.”

Sam’s voice rang out quiet and smooth as he closed the door behind him, a small click sounding out as he turned the lock.

“Well, you are so forgetful.”

You teased, moving your way towards him and resting your palms on his chest as you stared up at him. His features were being lit up with the dull warmth of outside, the sharp curves of his nose and the impressive contour of his jaw. He parted his lips and smiled, that smile made you weak.

“It seems that way.”

He brought his hand up to your face, cradling your jaw firmly in his palm.

You told yourself not to enjoy moments like this, not to make yourself believe in the fantasy that was you and Sam. It was hard, at times like these, when he touched you so softly, looked at you so sweetly, spoke to you with such phantom flattery. When it was just you and him, alone, it seemed like so much more, it seemed real.

He swept his tongue over his lips and your eyes darted down, focused intensely on the way it made his lips glisten. You let your hands wander lower until your fingers hooked over the waistband of his pants. You had learned what Sam had liked in the last few months, what he didn’t like, and what drove him absolutely wild.

He brought his face down to yours, painfully slowly, stopping as his lips sat only a centimeter away from yours, breaths warm on each other's faces. The ends of his hair fell in front of his face and tickled your nose. It was shorter now, not even reaching his shoulders.

“Should I fuck you now?”

He questioned, his voice deep and soft as his chest rose and fell.

You only matched his stare, eyes wide as you caught your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Should I fuck you hard right here while everyone else is outside?”

His other hand came up to cradle the other side of your face, his eyes were transfixed on your lips now, never glancing anywhere else.

“Hmm? Should I?”

He asked again, waiting for anything, a nod, a hum of recognition, a shift in your stance.

“Yeah, I think you should.”

You answered, tightening your grip around his jeans. His lips jumped into a satisfied grin, pulling your face towards him and kissing you. Your lips moved together quickly as they connected, you both knew each other, your lips, your bodies, the way one another moved. He tasted of whiskey and cigarettes, a pairing you would normally cringe at, but when it came to Sam, it was so perfect. You were addicted to it, how he tasted, how he felt, his skin against yours, his voice whispering your name and his teeth nipping at your neck, you couldn't get enough.

He pulled away, pushing you back and onto the bed, his chest heaving with excitement and his lips flushed pink. You fell onto your back, propping yourself up on your forearms to look at him, a satisfied smirk growing on your lips as he pulled his shirt over his head, discarding it onto the floor. He moved towards you, stopping once he stood in front of you, your hands hurriedly moving to his belt, undoing it sloppily. He grabbed at your hair again, tugging lightly to make you look up to him as your hands continued working until his pants hung open on his hips..

He liked that, when you watched him.

“Just a quick one,” he smirked, “can’t miss cake.”

He released you, shoving his pants and underwear down and releasing his hard cock as he ran his hand over himself a few times.

“Is that all for me?”

You questioned as he began to crawl on top of you.

He chuckled under his breath, “Yeah, it is. You gonna be good for me and take it all?”

His fingers worked at unbuttoning the top of your dress, snaking a hand under and squeezing at the supple flesh of your ass once your breasts were exposed in the parting of your top.

You bit your lip to stifle a whimper as his hand slipped under your underwear, fingers moistening themselves in your arousal before bringing them up and teasing your clit.

“Mhmm,” you managed out, one hand grasping at the bedsheets beside you as the other entangled itself in Sam’s hair.

“God,” he hummed out, slipping a finger inside of you, “always so wet for me, aren’t you?”

He chuckled, a cocky grin finding home on his lips. He moved his gaze from where his hand was working underneath your dress, now scrunched up and settled on your waist, to your eyes, waiting for a response.

“Y-yeah, Sammy, I am.”

You whimpered out, the nickname he once hated now sounding so sweet coming from your lips.

“That’s my good girl,” he added another finger, pumping in and out of you slowly while his thumb ghosted your clit, his hard cock pressing needily on the inside of your thigh.

Your mouth hung open in ecstasy, he was so good with his fingers. His lips trailed down your neck and to your chest, leaving a scattering of slowly fading red marks down your sternum.

“You’re so slutty, angel, so hot.”

He mumbled against your skin, taking his fingers out of you and pushing your pantied aside, quickly lining himself up with your entrance.

You shuddered as he pushed into you, he was big, and no matter how many times or how hard he fucked you, it always felt so delicious the first time he pushed into you.

He whimpered above you, small moans falling from his lips as he slowly rolled his hips into you, a hand bracing himself on the headboard above you.

His hips met yours again, burying himself completely inside of you. A hand slipped under the opening in your top, grasping at your breast as he pounded into you, faster and harder each time, slamming the bed against the wall.

“F-fuck, Sam,” you struggled out.

“Pretty girls don’t use words like that.”

He strained out, taking himself out of you completely before slamming himself back into you.

You groaned out and nodded, Sam always got what he wanted, and this was no different.

He continued a grueling pace, his fingers moving between your legs and circling your clitwith his thumb and his palm rested on your lower stomach. You gasped, trying your best to quiet the moans trapped in your throat.

“God, S-Sam..”

Your words trailed out as he moaned in response. That familiar feeling began tumbling down into the pits of your stomach and coursing down through your legs.

“D-don’t stop Sam.”

You managed out, whimpers falling deliciously from your lips. Upon those words, Sam sped his fingers up, playing with your clit as his cock managed to find that spot deep inside of you, hitting it over and over again.

You began to become undone around him, your legs shaking as your eyes tightened shut.

“Look at me while you do it, watch me as I fuck you so good you cum all over me you slut.”

He groaned out as you peeled your eyes open, staring at him. His eyebrows were drawn down and his lips were parted. His eyes were unwavering as they bore down into your own.

“It feels good, doesn’t it? I make you feel so good, don’t I?”

His voice rang out, an evil smirk crawling onto his lips.

You whimpered out, matching his stare as your eyebrows knitted together and you hurtled towards your finish.

“You look so pathetic, am I really that good?”

He chuckled out.

All you could manage was a whine as he continued unraveling you.

“Am I?”

He pushed.

“Y-yes, you are Sam, you’re so good.”

He grinned as he sped his fingers up.

“Just good?”

He asked again.

“No Sam, you’re great, you’re amazing, you feel amazing!”

You exclaimed, legs shaking and squeezing together as you came around him. His hand pressed against your mouth, muffling your moans as he shuddered inside of you, panting out expletives.

“Sam?”

An all too familiar voice sounded out as footsteps approached the door.

You and Sam just stared at one another as you shoved him off of you, springing up from the bed and pulling your dress down and buttoning up the top.

“Fuck.”

You mumbled out, a knock sounded out on the door as you hurriedly slipped your shoes back on.

You ran your fingers through your hair and wiped whatever makeup had smeared off from under your eyes, hoping to look presentable enough. Sam pulled his legs through his pants quickly, abandoning the belt and his shoes and just buttoning the jeans before throwing his wrinkled top over his head.

He opened the door and there stood Danny.

“They’re making a toast…someone said they saw you come in here-”

His voice faded out as he spotted you over Sam’s shoulder, straightening your dress.

“Sam forgot his coat.”

You blurted out.

He only nodded slowly as Sam slipped past him, offering an awkward pat on his shoulder.

You weren’t sure why you didn’t want Danny to know, after all he was the one who was constantly trying to get you together and make you feel better when Sam was off with another girl. There was this weird feeling in your chest though, an odd heaviness when he stared at you with suspicion dampening his features.

You averted your gaze, shrinking in on yourself and walking up to him.

“Did you get it?”

He asked.

“W-what?”

“The coat, did you guys get Sam’s coat?”

You looked up at him, your face going hot.

“Oh, um, no…no it wasn’t in here,” you trailed off, walking past him to rejoin the party outside, your underwear pooling with the uncomfortable wetness of Sam’s release- it made you want to cry for some reason.

You walked outside, Sam was with his brothers, arms hung around their shoulders, cheering as everyone raised their glasses and candles were blown out. That heaviness in your chest weighed down on you further watching them.

You took a deep breath turning away and getting into your car. You drove home, not even bothering to put any music on. You knew if you did, you wouldn’t have even heard it, you felt weird. A gross feeling crawled under your skin and set heavy atop your chest. You pulled into your parking lot, putting your car into park with a long sigh, resting your forehead against the steering wheel as the dim glow of street lights seeped into your car.

You checked your phone, it was only 9:30 and with a 20 minute drive from Josh’s, you had stayed at the party for a whopping one hour. As your senses came back to you, the heaviness began to disappear and was instead replaced with a nagging panic. You took your phone into your hand, typing quickly as you mumbled various curses at yourself.

To Jake, Josh:

9:31 pm

So sorry I didn’t get to wish you guys happy birthday tonight, started feeling really unwell and had to drive home. Hope you guys have a great night, have a drink for me!

You sighed as you buried your face in your hands, throwing your phone aside. You stilled for a moment, contemplating how dumb you were and why on earth you cared so much that Danny might have now known about you and Sam.

You rubbed your face with the heels of your palms, scratching at your scalp and hair with your fingers, exhaling a lone line of grunts and moans until you recoiled your hands, a mess of hair falling in front of your eyes as you did so.

Your phone dinged and you shoved it into your purse, assuming it was just Josh or Jake texting you back as you grabbed your things and walked up to your apartment.

You collapsed onto your couch, not minding to turn on any lights as you buried your face into a discarded blanket crumpled lamely in the corner of the sofa.

.

.

.

*knock* *knock*

You parted your eyes lazily as they adjusted to the dark interior of your living room. As your vision cleared and the momentary fog washed from your mind, you pushed yourself up and grabbed your phone to check what time it was.

1:24 am

You wiped the line of drool peeking out of the corner of your mouth as you ran a hand through your hair and stood up, groaning as your body slumped with tiredness.

Another knock sounded out, a bit more forceful than the one that had woken you up.

Who the hell was at your door this late?

You peered out your peep hole, eyebrows jumping as you looked again to make sure you weren’t mistaken.

You undid the numerous locks lining your door that Jake had come over and installed one day after reading an article about the dangers single women face whilst living alone, and slowly opened your door.

His head shot up to you as you opened the door, his hands clenching and flexing at his side.

“Danny…”

You let the word tumble out of your mouth, more of a question than a greeting. He only nodded his head, letting himself in and pushing past you, immediately pacing your living room, bringing his thumb up to his mouth and anxiously biting at the tip of it, a habit he’s had since you’d met him.

You closed the door after him and flipped on the living room lights, that heaviness in your chest returning, but also a sense of worry and confusion.

Why was he here so late and why did he look like he was about to disclose the location of a body he had buried years past?

“Danny what’re you doing here-”

“I texted you,” he blurted out, immediately returning to chewing on the tip of his thumb, finally stilling his pacing as you walked to your purse, taking out your phone and scrolling through your notifications.

Danny: Where are you?

9:34 pm

Danny: I’m coming over once this is done.

10:17 pm

Danny: Are you asleep?

12:05 am

Danny: I’m almost here.

1:13 am

You sighed out going through the messages as he watched you, eyes like a hawk.

“Sorry, fell asleep..”

You trailed off hugging your arms around yourself awkwardly as you stood in front of Danny on opposite ends of the living room.

He forced his hand down and instead crossed his arms, shifting his weight from one foot to another.

“Danny, you’re scaring me, what’s going on!?”

You finally gave in, becoming anxious just watching him.

His mouth parted and his eyebrows drew downwards as his eyes widened. He let out a scoff, staring at you as if you were the dumbest person on the planet.

“What’s going on!?”

He repeated, a wild grin erupting onto his face as his eyebrows jumped up and he threw his arms in the air.

“What’s going on is you’ve been fucking my best friend for 3 months!”

He exclaimed, stomping up towards you and stopping in front of you, his features hardening, his chest rising and falling dramatically as he reveled in his anger. You just looked back at him, cheeks red with guilt, your stomach knotting uncomfortably with shame as you averted your gaze from him.

“H-he told you?”

Danny calmed for a moment, nodding his head as his lips pressed into a firm line.

“Yeah, he did, but God forbid anyone tells Danny anything!”

Your lips morphed into an uncomfortable frown and your eyes drifted to staring at the dripping kitchen faucet across the room that you’d been meaning to fix for the past few days, too nervous to look at him.

“I-I’m sorry Danny, I just-”

“You just what!?” Danny fixed his hands on his hip, done with the dramatics as his features fell in disappointed expectance and he stepped towards you, leaving only about two feet of distance between you two, “you just thought you’d fuck my best friend behind my back. God, y/n, are you that stupid?!”

You snapped your gaze back to him, the heaviness in your chest morphing into something closer to rage.

“No Danny, I’m not stupid,” you started, not minding whether or not your neighbors could hear the two of you, “is it so insane to think that maybe I’m a grown woman who can decide who she wants to and doesn’t want to have sex with?”

Your body heated up with that familiar feeling as your mind began to fog and your hands began to shake. Danny knew it well, how mad you could get, when your adrenaline kicked in and all your body told you was fight.

But Danny wasn’t going to back down tonight, not how he usually did when it came to you.

“Yes, it is insane because you aren’t grown, you are a kid, a stupid fucking kid that’s fucking a guy who isn’t even interested in you!”

His hands flew up past your ears as his eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. His face was red with rage as you drew your eyebrows down and your mouth hung open at his words.

“If he wasn’t interested in me than why has he been fucking me for 3 months Danny?!”

“Because you’re easy!”

Danny yelled and the room immediately went still, his face dropped a bit, anger still laced through his features, but his eyes softened, like he knew he screwed up.

Your shoulders slumped and you felt the heat drain from your body, a single scoff leaving your lips.

“I’m easy Danny? Really?”

He chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes searching the room instead of looking at you.

“I-that came out wrong,” you only offered a cold laugh in response, “for him, it’s easy for him. He already knows you, feels comfortable with you…I just don’t want him to hurt you because I know how you feel about-”

You cut him off, the warmth coursing under your skin again.

“No! You have no idea how I feel, Danny, you don’t.”

You said harshly, trying to convince him and maybe even yourself, but at that moment, you had no time to offer him any acknowledgment that he may have been right.

“And so what if it’s easy, that’s what friends with benefits are.”

“You can’t be serious?”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes in frustration.

“Why not? Why is it so mind blowing that I would want to have casual sex?! Tell me Danny, what is so awful about that idea that you cannot even comprehend it?!”

You yelled in one breath, your face getting red as you gasped for a breath, your hands and arms motioning wildly as you spoke.

“I just thought you’d have a little more respect for yourself, that’s all.”

He rubbed his forehead, sighing the last part of his sentence out as you just stared at him dumbfounded.

“And you had to come all the way here at one in the morning to tell me that, to tell me that I’m a slut for screwing your best friend, Danny?”

“That’s not what I said Y/n-”

“Yeah, well, you might as well have.”

Danny took a long breath, closing his eyes and exhaling shakily.

“All I’m saying,” he paused for a moment, opening his eyes to look at you, “is I think it’s a bad idea.”

Your face contorted in acute bewilderment.

“Then why on earth did you try and help me make him jealous? Why were you constantly pushing for us to get together? Just so you could show up to my house and berate me about it.”

“I guess I just thought you’d know better, that it was just some stupid infatuation.”

His words came out sharp as his jaw clenched and his arms crossed over his chest again and he stared at you, seething.

“I guess you thought wrong, Danny,” you relented, shaking your head, “now get the fuck out.”

You walked towards the door, opening it and holding it open for him to leave.

He looked at you, his features still hard, his mouth still pressed into that firm line, the wrinkles between his eyebrows heavy.

“Whatever,” he mumbled, walking past you and out the door, stilling for a moment in the hallway, his mouth parting as if he wanted to say something.

Instead, you beat him to it.

“And just so you know, the sex is amazing.”

Pressing your lips into a condescending smile, you slammed the door, slumping over as you came down. Now that he was gone, now that the heat had dissipated and your mind cleared, that heaviness came back, weighing you down further than before. You didn’t believe the things he said, you didn’t want to at least, but his words floated in the air around you, wandering in your thoughts every time you breathed in. You peeled your feet off the floor, they felt heavy, and walked yourself to your bedroom, throwing your body onto the unmade bed covered in potential outfits from earlier in the night. Shuffling your way out of your dress, you crawled under the blankets, letting the cool air of the window you had forgotten to close earlier chill your bare shoulders. You felt a warmth spread under your cheek on your pillow and you opted to believe it was nothing, that you definitely were not crying.

In your entire time of knowing him, you had never seen Danny that angry. The only fights you had ever been in were over pointless artificial things, mostly withering down to a joke or finding amicable ends. None of them had ever been like this, you couldn’t think of a time Danny ever spoke to you like that, ever raised his voice like that. Even the way he looked, with wild eyes, tensed jaw and furrowed eyebrows, you had never seen before. You felt your body shake as the patch of warmth grew under your cheek. You wondered if Sam had ever talked about you to Danny, if that was why he was so mad, if you really were stupid. You buried your face in your hands, crying silently into them as you tried to will the tears back, you wouldn’t give either of them the further satisfaction of your tears, they didn’t deserve them.

Your phone buzzed and your heart leapt. You wondered if it was Sam, asking if you had gotten home safe and if everything was okay, or if it was Danny, apologizing and asking for your forgiveness, he would never want to lose a friend like you.

You picked up the phone, warm anticipation pooling in your chest.

Jake: Hope you’re feeling better!

2:01 am

Josh: *Image Attachment* For you!

2:02 am

You pressed your finger against the cold glass of your screen, watching as the video began, as all four of them swayed together, slightly toppling over each other, and sang a discombobulated melody.

“A drink for Y/n!”

Sammy slurred out as they all raised their glasses, chucking back what looked to be a shot of whiskey. Danny bombarded the camera man, his face uncomfortably close to the lens.

“Come back and save me from these lunatics!”

His voice rang out, you wondered when Sam told him, how he told him. Maybe it happened right after that video was taken.

You turned off your phone, tossing it to the other side of your bed, not bothering to set an alarm for the next morning, and drifted off to sleep, your chest heavy.

[loveneversleepss]

Divine

Pleasure sub!Felix x dom!female reader

Warnings: smut obv, unprotected sex(don’t do this pls), cursing, slight insecurities, mutual masturbation, soft switch!Felix, teasing, slight breeding kink, Felix chases after reader, rejection, slight yandere!Felix, nicknames(baby,mommy, princess), aftercare❤️.

Switch povs..

Long intro/story btw..

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Not proofread!

From the first time you laid your eyes on him. This man was out of this world. He had to be created by Aphrodite. The stars that fell out of his eyes and onto his cheeks creating freckles. His beautiful smile. His incredibly deep voice that doesn’t match his face. His hair softly falling on his eyes. Hidden underneath all that clothing a fit body that’s begging to be touched. His eyes awaiting all your questions, ready to answer anything you want. What an Angel. But.. he seemed too good to be true. Too innocent. Not your type. Occasionally you do like a sub boy but lately it’s not doing it the same for you..

“Are you ready to start?” You ask the group, Straykids. They nod their head yes and you start the interview. Everythings going great so far. The members laughing and all answering the questions with ease. Till’ you get to the separate interview portion. Starting with the one and only Lee Felix. In this interview the rest of the members leave so you could ask personal questions about themselves. The camera starts rolling as you attempt to fix your hair. Not noticing a pair of eyes staring you down.

~

Holy crap. Is this girl for real? She is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. Can she tell I’m nervous? God my hands are sweaty. What if she thinks I’m ugly? No she wouldn’t. Should I ask for her number later? No. I can’t. I’m an idol. I’m not supposed to date. Well no one has to know right? What if she rejects me? Or she says yes because she pities me? No she wouldn’t. I have to at least try.

~

You grab your sheet of questions and look over at him. Him quickly looking away. “So Felix how are you today?” You say leaning on the desk. He clears his throat as two of fingers go to his neck. Like he’s checking his pulse. “Oh I-I’m fine. H-How are y-you?” You giggle a little as you answer, “aw lixie~ feeling nervous are we?” Leaning more on the desk, unknowingly your shirt exposes your breasts a bit. His eyes looking noticing and quickly looking away. His cheeks turning a slight red color. “You okay? No need to be nervous. It’s just a couple questions.”

~

Right just a couple questions. I can do this. Just don’t think about her in that way. Even though she looks so good. Her lips plump ready for a kiss. A smile that has no fakeness in it. Confidence beaming. I wonder how she tas- no stop. Don’t think like that. I can do this..

~

You smile as you lean back in your chair. Continuing asking him questions and you finish. “You know Felix. I’m a big fan..” he gulps and he smiles. “You are?” You nod your head. You lean forward again in the position from earlier. “I’ve got a little crush on you. Hope you don’t mind.” You say and wink at him. His face freezes. His body freezes.

~

Did she really just say that to me? In front of all these people? Does she actually like me? Holy crap.

~

“Aww you’re so cute.” You giggle and tap his hand on the desk. “Go on. I have to interview Lee know next.” He nods his head and bows. He walks away standing as he watches Lee know walk past him.

~

He better not try anything. He is very flirty. I know he is. I better watch and make sure he doesn’t try anything. “So Lee know tell me.. you are very good at dancing.. are you good at anything else?” I watch her giggle and bite her pen seductively. Her eyes glaring at Lee know like prey. “You really wanna know.. I’ll tell you.” He grabs her chin and pulls her in. Moving his head last minute to whisper into her ear. This fucker. He is totally making a move on her. I can’t watch this. I’ll get my Chance someday..

~

A couple weeks later..

“Come on.. this is the biggest party of the year for idols, y/n. Please just come..” your best friend, Chaewon, begs you. You roll your eyes at her and get up. Walking to the mirror to fix your lipstick. “You know parties aren’t really my thing..” she frowns at you. She sits down on your bed, pouting her bottom lip. “They used to be.. I can’t believe you slept with Lee know. I told you he was a player but noo. You just had to fall for him..” you glare at her through the mirror. “How many times have I told you not to bring him up? I’m over him. That fucking asshole.” She laughs and gets up. Walking to you as she rests her chin on your shoulder. “You know.. the best way to get over a man is to get under a new one. Or in your case on top of one..” you laugh at her comment. She hugs you and grabs your hand. “Come on. Let’s find something to wear..”

Time skipp to partyyyy..

Quickly losing Chaewon as she goes to find a new boy toy. Leaving you alone. Walking over to the small bar they have and you order a drink. Quickly feeling like leaving. Until a familiar man orders a drink next to you. “Y/n?” You look over immediately noticing your innocent freckle boy. “Oh hi Felix..” you say sullenly. Immediately remembering the last time you saw each other. The day Lee know made a move on you. You awkwardly smile at Felix. “What’s wrong? Not feeling the party?” You sigh and his body turns fully now to you. Giving you all his attention. “It’s nothing really. Stupid relationship stuff.” You say taking a sip of your drink. “Relationship? I thought you said you had a crush on me. Didn’t expect that..” he says now taking a sip of his drink.

You almost roll your eyes at him but stop before you do. “Come Felix. That was just for show. Fans love when I flirt.” His expression turns from a sweet smile to a dark frown. “Oh. Right.” He turns away facing the bar counter. You notice him being cold now towards you. You lean closer to him practically inches away. You place your hand on his shoulder as you pull him down to whisper in his ear. “Plus you’re not my type. Innocent boys aren’t really my thing.” You pat his shoulder and walk away. Leaving the poor boy stunned. Oh how you were wrong.

Walking up the stairs to a hallway. That is seemingly empty. Nothing but a restroom that’s occupied and a little bench. You sit down on the bench and scroll on your phone. Sending messages to Chaewon.

Me

I want to leave already.

Why you ditch me?!

CHAE WHERE ARE YOU?

Lil Chae<3

Gurl gimme like 2 hours. might get lucky tonite❤️

Really? Just my luck. She’s my ride. Crap.

You start to realize that there is some lewd noises coming from the bathroom. Holy shit. They’re fucking. You lean against the door like a total perv to listen better. They. are. going. at. it. You cover your mouth to stifle your laugh.

“Mmm just like that, Lee know.” Your body freezes. Lee know? My Lee know. This fucking player. Your about to pound on the door when a voice interrupts you.

“What are you doing?” Felix asks you. Noticing the weird situation of you leaning on the door. You quickly back away from the door. “Nothing.” He raises his eyebrows at you. Sitting down on the bench. “And what are you doing?” You ask him. He points to the door. “Bathroom. Need to use it.” Nice timing Felix. A distraction. “Oh.” You say and sit down. He looks you up and down curiously. You notice and get flustered. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what? Check you out? Can’t help when a gorgeous girl is in front of me.” You are stunned at his words. When did he gain the sudden confidence? You laugh out loud and lay your head onto the wall. “You know I’m not that innocent..” you look and smile amused at him. “Is this what this is about? Come on lix~ Be a big boy and get over it.” He laughs and leans in closer to you. “I’ll prove it to you.” You tilt your head. “Oh really? And how are you gonna do that?” He places his finger under your chin bringing you in close. “Like this..”

He places a soft and delicate kiss on your lips. His lips feeling like clouds. His hands warm as he brings you close. His hand slides on your thigh. Rubbing circles softly with his thumb. Your mouth opens slowly as his tongue comes rushing in. His taste so addicting. Tasting like nothing you’ve ever tasted before and easily becoming you’re favorite thing to do. He pulls away a string of saliva forming from your separated lips. Your breathing slightly hard. “Fuck. I need more.” You say and you crawl in his lap. Straddling him as your lips meet once more. His hands wrapping around your waist as yours go around his neck. Lips and tongues moving in sync.

He breaks the kiss as he starts to kiss your neck softly. Your body shuddering at the touch. Your body moving on its own as you start to grind softly. His tongue softly licking as he starts to suck. You whimper as you feel a bruise form. “Love when you make noises like that, princess.” You whimper out again at his little nickname for you. “God you make me crazy.” You say as you connect your lips back together. You start to feel his length harden next to your thigh. Placing yourself right on top of him and grinding. A soft groan leaving his mouth into yours.

“What the fuck are you two doing?” A loud voice yells out as you pull away from each other. Lee know. Great. You roll your eyes at him. “Nothing that you haven’t done in that bathroom.” You say noticing no girl next to him. Getting off from Felix. “You can come out. I heard you before.” You yell out to the girl in the bathroom. A small girl comes out with her head down. You laugh and walk over to Felix. “Hope you had fun. Mr playboy.” Felix comes and wraps his arm around your waist. “Wanna get out of here, baby?” “Please.” You grab Felix’s hand as you lead him to leave. Not once letting go of it.

Mostly you and Felix talk the whole way over to his house. Once getting there and being to invested in your conversation to do anything. Him giving you a house tour. You notice a bowl full of batter sitting on the counter. “What’s this?” You say dragging the bowl closer to you. “Oh cupcake batter. I was in a rush so I couldn’t bake it yet.” You sit up on the counter. You dip your finger in the batter. Bringing to your mouth and sucking it off. Pretty innocent right? Until you want a second lick and it falls on your boobs. Since your dress is low cut. You’re about to clean it off but Felix stops you.

“What?” He pushes your legs apart. Settling himself in between. His hands placing on your hips. He looks up at you and then licks a strip across your tits. Cleaning the batter off. What a sight. It’s like watching a scene out of a movie. “Mm tastes good.” He teasingly says as you watch him. His hand coming up to pull your dress straps down. You smack away his hand. He looks at you confused. “Uh uh pretty boy. You follow my lead.” You hop off the counter as you grab his hand. Leading him into his room. Sitting him down on his gaming chair. Pulling him to face the bed.

“Now you sit here and be a good boy, Kay?” He nods his head as he watches you. Walking a bit away from him and Slipping off your dress straps. Letting your dress fall down onto the floor. “Wanna undo this for me?” You say as turn around. His hands come up and unclips your bra. You let it fall and kick it away. Sitting down on the bed facing him. “Now you watch. Just watch. Or i stop.” He nods his head. You lay slightly back bringing your legs up. Showing your clothed pussy to him. His mouth opens slightly. Your hand reaches down as you tease your folds over your panties. “You see lixie~ I always thought you were good looking.” You bring your fingers over your clothed clit making you gasp softly. Rubbing circles on it. “But i never thought you would like me..” you slide your panties to the side. Showing your wet cunt to him. He groans as he starts to feel tight in his pants.

“I don’t usually like innocent boys..” your fingers slides in you making you moan out in pleasure. Your fingers delicately going in and out. “But i want you Felix. I need you.” You bite your lip as the feeling starts to feeling even better. Watching Felix drool over you and his hands wanting to dive into his pants. “Mm Felix.” You moan out as one of your hands play with your tits. Pinching your nipple as a loud whimper leaves your lips. He groans out again making his presence be known. “Im not innocent, y/n.” He mutters out. You laugh and stare into his eyes. “Prove it. I wanna see you jerk off to me.”

He immediately pulls down his pants and boxers. His hard long length immediately coming up. He starts to go up and down on his length. Finally as he lets out whimpers. You bite you lip watching him. You take off your panties and spread your legs out even more. Giving him full view. His eyes looking all over your body. You see his hips buck up a bit as you moan out his name. You start to feel your high come. A knot forming in your tummy as your heated emotions of Felix jerking off to you get to you. You lay back completely as you let your orgasm take you. Body shaking as you let it go. Feeling your sweet juices seep out of you. You look at Felix after as his eyes are glued to yours.

You close your legs and sit up. You walk over to him and place a small peck on his lips. “Condom?” His eyes widen. “Fuck i don’t have one.” You smile at him. “Its okay. Im on the pill. Are you clean?” He nods his head crazily. “Okay then no problem.” “Wait so i can do you.. raw?” You nod your head and straddle him. “Mhmm is that a problem baby?” He shakes his head. You grab his length, positioning yourself “Good.” You say as you sink down him. His mouth opens wide as he groans out loudly.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He moans out as you start a steady pace. It does feel good. Really good. You wrap your hands around his neck for support. Quickly losing yourself in the feeling. Moans slipping out your mouth. His mouth coming to place wet kisses on your tits. Sucking on your sensitive bud. “Fuck Felix. You’re gonna make me cum!” You scream out as you start to grip on his hair. “You fucking better.” He says as he starts to rub your swollen clit. Screaming out in pleasure. “Felix. Please fuck me.”

He picks you up and quickly places you on the bed. His hips thrusting into yours. Hitting a spot that hasn’t been hit before. “Are you gonna come for me, baby?” He whispers sweetly in your ear. You nod your head unable to talk now. “I’m gonna cum soon. Let’s finish together.” Scratching at his back, leaving red marks. Almost hitting your second orgasm. Wanting and needing an extra push. “M-more lix.” He coos at you and kisses your cheek. "I'm gonna fuck my babies into into you. You gonna be a good mommy, yeah?” That’s it. You’re pushed over the edge. You see white and let this orgasm take you completely. The biggest one you’ve ever had. Clenching and pulling Felix close. Him finishing shortly after you.

He carefully rides out your orgasm. Staying inside you as you both catch your breath. “Didn’t know you had a breeding kink..” Felix says and laughs out. You hit his shoulder lightly. “Oh be quiet.. I didn’t know either..” he looks at you cupping your face. “Guess I brought out a side of you no one knew about. Good.” He kisses your lips softly. Slowly pulling his length out as you whimper. “Come on. Lets take a bath.” He picks you up and carries you into the bathroom. Setting you down on the counter as he grabs bubbles and sets the bath. He hugs you to keep you warm while the tub fills up. You don’t let him go, letting his warmth surround you.

He picks you up and places you in the tub. Him sitting behind you. Washing your body as he runs water down your back. Applying soap and occasional kisses on your skin. “I really like you Felix.” You say and look back at him. He smiles and pushes you hair out of your face. “I really like you too.” He says and places a kiss on your cheek. “Can.. can you become my boyfriend?” He pulls you in a hug. “Yes yes. I definitely want to.” “Okay” you smile and he continues bathing you.

After the bath he gives you a hoodie and shorts to wear. Turning around to show him and he laughs. “You’re so cute.” He wraps his arms around you and kisses you. Suddenly feeling a familiar feeling. “Round 2?” You whisper to him. He pulls away with a disappointed face. “Are you kidding I just bathed you..” you pout as hug him. “Okay fine. Just for you. But I don’t think I can get orgasm again.” You giggle and flop on the bed. “Doesn’t mean I can’t.” He smiles as he crawls over to you..

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[rosyjuly]

approximately one million years ago you wrote a little 3 sentence fic about office workers George and Alex and I’m wondering how things are going for them IF you had any divine musings

Wolff finally takes mercy on them; hires three people for social media management. It’s only taken George half a year and two ppt-s to convince him that being under 30 doesn’t automatically qualify you as competent, and anyway his age is a depreciating asset. But they’re here now, and it’s great – they love to feature him, still, but at least it’s not him who has to edit the godforsaken TikTok videos to perfectly match the audio. 

The only downside is that with the new colleagues, they desks no longer fit into the corner of the second floor where George has been withering away for the past two years. It wouldn’t make sense to separate the comms team, so Claire makes them move up to the third. It makes more sense to be with the marketing team, anyway, she says. But now they have got the sales department on the other side, and in the open-plan office there’s just a lot more calls George has to listen to while he drafts the copies for the latest campaign. It makes him miss the data analysts. 

For the first few weeks, it’s not that bad. He either gets lunch with the new coworkers, trying to get to know the boys and girls in the marketing team, or has half a pack of crisps while trying to finish a press release, wiping his hand after every bite to avoid staining his laptop. Then the onboarding finally finishes and he doesn’t need to spend two hours each day to explain the ropes to Frederik. 

All of a sudden, he looks around, watches everyone else type away or nod at their screens with their most faux-genuine face, and he feels deeply, excruciatingly alone. He picks up his phone, opening the WhatsApp thread with Alex. Instead of the steady flow of texts, he can see the date annotated after every message or two. 

He’s told himself that the distance might do them good; that it’ll be healthy to stop looking over at Alex after every joke he cracks, that he shouldn’t be so attuned with Alex’s tea refills. A pint or two on Fridays would still be fine – hunched over a barrel in lieu of a table on the pavement, shoulders pressed together and complaining about the bloody ridiculous prices. But he didn’t expect this. The hollow, tender part in his ribcage that feels half-filled with regret as he thumbs through Alex’s texts about how he didn’t know Quality Assurance could be so bad, and maybe George should still be doing that much overtime if it meant that Alex didn’t have to listen to one more overzealous phone apology. 

You think Sales is much better? he sends back. It’s just past noon. Wanna grab an early lunch? 

YES. You won’t believe the bs Marko pulled this morning, Alex sends back almost immediately. 

George shuts his laptop, doesn’t announce that he’s getting food for once, lest someone tries to join him. Walking back into data analysis should not make anyone feel fond, yet here he is; the philodendron on Patrick’s desk has a new leaf. 

“Here to pick Alex up?” Patrick asks, pushing his headphones back. It makes George’s stomach warm, both with embarrassment and, mortifyingly, with pride. 

“You know how he is,” he tells Patrick, “gets lost in those Excel sheets and I’ll starve to death.” 

“I’m ready, shut up,” Alex says, saving his work with a few efficient motions. “First person to complain about me in the sheets, I’ll tell you that–” 

“And how would I know?” George asks, trying to ignore the hot shiver that runs up his spine. Alex whips around and George almost walks into his chest; when he raises his eyes, Alex is looking at him with his head tilted, like he’s a pattern Alex needs to find in a set of corrupted data.

[akaridream]

after dark pt. 4:  recon (hawks x reader)

tags: hawks x reader

cw: just a taste of spice ;) cursing, hawks is a big fat flirt, afab reader, mentions of drugs

taglist: @inkthgoat @pnsduck @animedreamworlds @melxdig @mizvaun @mysideeffectsofyou @thecityofspareparts @soleilandpeaches

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You crushed your silky bed sheets in your fists and arched your back wildly. A whine died in your throat. With great effort, you pried open your eyes to see what was between your quaking thighs.

"Mm, angel," his voice echoed in your head. Whatever he was doing made you whine again. You reached down and clawed at the mess of blond hair, pulling hard. His eyes, hazy with lust met yours. Your heart quivered. The little black marks around his fierce amber eyes, his lips glistening, his cheeks flush with desire...

Your phone buzzed, startling you awake.

Fuck.

You removed your sleep mask and whipped it away, then rolled over and groaned into your pillow. You sprawled out over your queen size bed, stretching your legs and wings to occupy the whole things. You rolled to your side and pressed your thighs together, trying to feel the remnants of pleasure left over from your dream.

Damn it, this bird boy is gonna kill me.

Breeding season had never been an issue, thanks to your solitary lifestyle. A personalized birth control pill had kept your hormones regular, but it didn’t quell your drive entirely. In years past, spring had meant a day or two off with a trashy romance novel and your detachable shower head. It was nothing you couldn’t take care of on your own. But with a certain someone a daily presence for the next three weeks, you feared a far more agonizing season than ever.

I can’t let myself do anything stupid, you thought as you reached for your phone.

Hawks: lemme know when you’re up, I’ve got some intel on our little friends

Of course it was him, like he could read your dreams. Oh, the glorious color that would spread across his face if he knew you were dreaming of him. His pupils would dilate with arousal, he’d take a step closer and-

God damn it. This is gonna be harder than I thought. You had to take a cold shower before you replied, decidedly not reaching for your shower head. How could you look him in the eye in a few hours if you got off to thoughts of him?

Your raging hormones finally began to subside as you wrapped a towel around yourself and combed your wet hair.

You: Morning bird boy. I’ll be heading to my office in a bit, was gonna do some recon on Yamamoto

Hawks: you got time to chat? Or I can meet you at your office while I’m on patrol 

 You: You can call whenever you get a minute. I’d rather you not be seen going to and from my office too frequently

Your phone started ringing. “Hey, what’s up?” you answered.

“Morning, angel, although it’s almost noon already. You stay up late last night after we separated?”

“Maybe a little, but I usually sleep ten hours or so.”

“Damn, that’s luxurious! Next time I get a day off I might have to go for that,” he said. You could hear the wind rushing through the phone.

“How long have you been at it already today?” you asked.

“Been out and about since 8 or so. But before that I was digging around on my agency’s database, so I got in to the office around 6:30.”

“Geez, workaholic.”

“Yeah, I know. I gotta take time off and take you out one of these days!”

You smiled. “Oh yeah? And where do you think you’re gonna take me that we won’t be seen together?”

“Ah, I can’t tell you yet. It’s a surprise. But I do have an idea.” Your heart danced. “Oh yeah, the reason I called. Turns out Officer Mori has had three different fitness-for-duty evaluations in the past three years. Typically those only happen when-”

“When an officer gets in trouble for something, I’m familiar. Any details about why he was evaluated?”

“That’s the thing,” Hawks said. “The documents were full of redacted passages. My suspicion is that he’s gotten caught for Trigger before and they covered it up for some reason.”

“So you think this supply link has gone on for that long?” you asked as you sat at the foot of your bed.

“Well, if this is the main guy linking them, yes. But there could be other officers involved. We may want to look into who else has been caught with Trigger in the past three years or so.”

“Why would they want to cover it up? You’d think they would fire him after the first or second offense, but the fact that this recent one was his fourth is really fishy.”

“Yeah, I agree. The police are hurting for new recruits, so they might wanna keep as many on board as they can. But why would you want to keep officers that are committing crimes?” he asked.

You sighed. “Hm, not a great situation. So, do you want me to look more into the police?”

“Sure, see what you can find. If nothing, we need to check out Yamamoto from the Safety Commission- Oh, shit. I gotta go, text me if you find anything out before we meet up tonight!” The call disconnected.

Silly hero, you thought. But man, he really must be working a lot. We separated around midnight last night and he was already back at his office by 6:30? And he worked the whole day yesterday…

You dressed in a simple pair of black skinny jeans and camisole, throwing on a hoodie you had cut to just sleeves and hood to allow for your wings. Complete with your favorite chunky boots, you hopped on the subway across town to your office. Once there, you selected a focusing citrus scent for your diffuser and got to work. You began with news reports and press releases about officers with Trigger, corroborating their information with the police database. After a few hours of digging, you were stumped.

You: Hey, I’ve been poking around the police archives and haven’t come across a single thing with redacted info

Hawks: what kind of reports have you been looking at?

You: Well I started with incidents that came up from public records like news articles and stuff

Hawks: check out everything you can find on Mori specifically, see if you can find the report from his first evaluation three years ago

You did as he suggested and like magic, the exact report Hawks had told you about came up. You sat back and scratched your head.

You: I found the report, black lines and all. Why the hell didn’t this report come up earlier?

You went back to scrounging around the database for your target’s name and found the two other evaluations. They too, were full of redacted information. “What the hell?” you said under your breath.

A flash of red out the glass office door caught your eye.

“Hey,” Hawks said, strolling in like he owned the place. “I was nearby and had some downtime, figured I’d stop by.”

You smirked and tried to ignore your quickening pulse. “Cutting out from work early?”

He smiled and pulled a box of matcha Pocky from his pocket. “Yeah, to do other work!”

You tilted your head. “Spring Pocky is out already? Didn’t we just have the winter one the other day?”

He opened the box and offered you the first piece. “Yep, the sakura will be blooming before long. We’ll have to go see them together.”

Hawks stripped off his flight jacket, headset and goggles, then ran a hand through his windswept hair. “Man, it’s starting to feel like spring too. Way warmer than I thought it’d be today.”

Your eyes grazed over his taught abdomen and arms. His black muscle tee showed off every dip and contour just right. You began to salivate, and not because of the Pocky. You cleared your throat and stared at your computer, reluctant to take your eyes off him.

“Yeah, it’s supposed to be gorgeous out today.” He placed his shed gear on the arm of the love seat. With his back turned, you had a chance to admire him further. The way his wings transitioned to his lats, his strong traps, and those triceps… You bit your lip. Hard. You wanted your legs wrapped around that thin waist of his, your back pressed to the wall, his lips sealed to your neck-

Shit. Can’t go there right now!

He turned back towards you and your eyes locked for a beat before he glanced at your monitor. “You find anything else?”

You swallowed, hoping he couldn’t read your sinful thoughts. “Yes, Mori’s other two reports, full of black.”

Hawks took a knee next to your chair. “Yep, looks just like the first. Hmm…” He thought for a moment, eyes running over the screen. “Seems like anything that was reported publicly was a full report. All the stuff about Mori was kind of buried and I had to know what I was looking for to find it.”

Hawks rested his upper arm against your thigh. “Makes sense. They’re trying to hide it. Makes me wonder if there are higher up’s involved. Hey, I have an idea. Pop open a tab for the Fukuoka Police staff listing.” You did as he requested.

“Sorry I don’t have a second chair for you,” you said.

“No worries, I’m used to being on my feet or wings all day. So, I think we should scour the database for every officer like you did for Mori and see if we come up with any redacted reports.”

You nodded and worked diligently with Hawks next to you, guiding your inquiries. You worked together seamlessly, your minds synced in similar thought patterns. Eventually, you compiled a list of officers with suspicious reports to their names.

“Alright, so now we have an even better idea of who might be involved besides Mori. But there’s one more person I think you should check out,” Hawks said. “Search for Chief Matsui.”

“Really?” you asked, turning to look at Hawks directly. “You think this could go that far up?”

He looked disappointed. “’Fraid so. We’d be remiss if we didn’t at least check him out, right?”

You nodded and ran a search for the chief of police. To both of your surprise, not a single document came up.

“Nothing?” you said. “Nothing at all? Everyone had at least a little something, even just a yearly salary report.”

Hawks sighed. “Shit. That’s even weirder than finding redacted docs. No way that’s accurate.” His phone began to buzz, but he dismissed it.

“Villains taking over the streets?” you asked.

He chuckled. “Nothing my sidekicks can’t handle, I’m busy with you,” he said with a nudge and soft smile. “Plus I haven’t made a playlist for tonight’s stakeout yet.”

You scoffed. “Is that really a top priority?”

“Absolutely! While I do that, here-” he stood and leaned over your desk to open a new tab. “Let me get you signed in to the Safety Commission database so you can check in on our pal Yamamoto. You have a VPN, right? Don’t want them to see your IP connected to their database.” His earthy, masculine fragrance made your head so dizzy that you almost purred. You watched the toned muscles of his forearms move beneath his skin as he typed in credentials. Your nails dug into your knee and you breathed deeply, his woodsy natural aura filling your lungs. It was more invigorating than any of your fancy oils.

For fuck’s sake. If I can’t get control of my thoughts, I might melt into the floor.

“There, should be good to go. Hope you don’t mind, but I’m gonna take a few minutes to chill, maybe make a game plan for our surveillance tonight,” he said, sauntering over to the love seat and lounging across it on his side.

You nodded stiffly and stared back at your computer.

“You alright?” he asked. “You seem a little… Tense.”

Oh, you have no idea.

“I’m fine. Sleep was… Tumultuous last night,” you lied.

He quirked up an eyebrow. “Maybe you should take a few minutes to relax then.”

But if I look away from this computer, I’m going to look at you. Looking at you would only make me more tense, and tension means I might do something irrational, like jump in your lap.

You closed your eyes and massaged the space between your eyebrows. “Don’t want to lose focus.”

“Kind of seems like you already have,” he said. He scooted back on the love seat and patted the open space in front of him. “Just five minutes to kill the eye strain from staring at that monitor.”

You sighed and tilted your head. “Fine. But only five minutes.” You padded across the office and sat down with him, subconsciously resting your plush ass against his belt and lower abs. He curled his body around you, resting his hand next to your hip.

“Here, help me find some songs. How do you feel about My Chemical Romance?” he asked, pulling out his phone.

“I like them. I only know a few of their more popular ones though,” you said. As you compiled songs together, you traded subtle flirtations. He gave you a playful poke, you took his hand to view his phone more closely. He moved to rest his phone against your thigh, you added a suggestive song. Hawks’ hand at your hip slid a finger through your belt loop, you leaned back into him. His every touch, every movement was caught by your sharp perceptions. He was claiming you, and you were letting him.

This can’t happen, idiot, you thought to yourself. This partnership is nothing more than temporary. Get your horny self under control or he’s gonna break your heart!

You frowned, knowing you were right. On the other side of mating season, you’d go back to being perfectly happy alone and Hawks would be nothing but a flirtationship, just like the rest of your crushes.

“S’matter?” he asked, tilting his head to look at you with puppy-like eyes. You melted, nearly sighing aloud.

“It’s nothing, promise,” you lied, but Hawks looked incredulous. He opened his mouth to argue, but his phone began to buzz. This time, he answered.

“Yo, you guys get things cleaned up downtown?” he asked, leaning away from you. You took the opportunity to walk to your desk to work on more research. Hawks’ conversation wrapped up quickly and he sighed.

“Heading back out?” you asked. He started putting his flight gear back on, easily working his wings through his custom jacket.

“Yeah, duty calls I guess. Glad I got to have a little break from the action at least. Let me know if you find anything else of interest, kay?”

You nodded as he slid his flight goggles back on. “Of course.” Your focus drifted back to your computer, but Hawks stepped over to your desk once again.

“One more thing before I go though. It’s really important.”

You spun your chair towards him and looked up at him. “What’s up?”

He smiled and fidgeted with his fingers. “Friday night, when we’re done with surveillance.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Mmhmm. What about it?”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and leaned against your filing cabinet. “I know the owner of this little ramen shop. It’s one of those places with booths where you order from a screen and there’s a little window where your food comes out. No interaction with waiters or anything. Owner said he’d stick around late so I can take you there.”

The corners of your mouth turned upwards before you could stop them.

“And since it’s technically after we’re done working…” he continued. “I was hoping you’d let me call it a date.”

Your stomach flipped like you were free-falling. Your eyes connected with his and you melted like butter on a stack of fresh pancakes: Warm and fluffy on the inside, hot enough to burn on the outside.

“Um… Yeah. I think I’d like that.”

He nodded and grinned. “Great! I’m already looking forward to it. It’s in this romantic little back alley, and Murakami makes the best tonkotsu. Promise it’ll be worth your time!”

You giggled, your cheeks growing sore from smiling so hard. “I trust you, Hero.”

He tilted his head and a soft expression graced his handsome features. “Wish I could stay, but my sidekicks will be wondering where the heck I snuck off to. I’ll see you in a few hours!” He waved and disappeared down the hallway.

You squealed quietly to yourself and put your cheek down on the cold glass of your desk. Even in your bliss, the logical part of your mind screamed.

Just what the hell am I getting myself into?

part 5

[danthediamondminecart]

yO

guess who couldn't hold it in

(I WONT SPAM I PROMISE 😃😃😃😭😭😭👍👍👍👍)

I just wanted to ask a teeny tiny lil question, can you give us a semi-detailed summary of how you potray the BLSMP battlers????

Like how do u wanna show them in the series, cuz i have a feeling we r potraying them VERY differently, and i wanna know how YOU think of them before i start to theorize once again >:3 (hopefully i will soon)

And also, ships. Can you ramble abt rbb ships?? U said u were gonna ramble abt some??? Im still waitin' Xd

Cuz some of them r so weird dude like WHAT 😭😭😭😭🤚🤚🤚🤚

I’ll start with the ships question first, because I feel like the second question is a hell of a loaded one. Basically, I’m not a shipper, and don’t really get it. But ship and let ship, don’t ship and let ship, as long as you’re not being an asshole about it, I won’t get upset. Hence why I haven’t made one of ‘em ‘ranking ships’ lists, because I really don’t care.

Won’t stop me from having capital-O-Opinions, though. My friends will know that TanqrCraft became a bit of a NOTP for me because of its overabundance and some poor interactions with the forefathers of the ship (2021/2022 RBB fandom was wild, guys, be glad you weren’t there), and my theory on PinkNebula feels controversial, as I've said. I am slowly working on the PinkNebula essay, but it’s not a priority, so it might not come out for a while.

As for the second question, as much as I love rambling about characterisation, I think attempting to show how I characterise all fourteen of BLSMP’s main cast (including Jimmy and Russo) would be quite difficult, especially trying to keep it short. I do have my hypothetical 'bios' for a hypothetical ref sheet, but those are as much about their backstories and set-up than it is about their personalities.

So…who’s up for a drabble under the cut? This is something that I feel like definitely happened during BLSMP, but it doesn’t fit anywhere during the story, plus you know the cast, so you don’t need a scene like this.

Perhaps I'll post this as supplemental material (like, in a separate 'work') on AO3?

“You know, Russo.” Jimmy pipes up, snapping Russo out of his thoughts. “Remind me. How many Robloxians got trapped again?”

“Twelve.” Russo answers. “How come?”

“Well, you know. I don’t know any of them, and I kinda want to know a little bit about your friends! Well, I know, BigB, but you get the gist.”

“Jim, if I attempted to explain my friends to you, we’d be here all day.” Russo chuckles a bit.

“Okay, well, why don’t we make it a game?” Jimmy suggests. “You attempt to explain your friends to me in 3 sentences or less.”

“Oh?” Russo raises an eyebrow, so Jimmy elaborates.

“Like, uh, using BigB as an example. Kind but mischievous, enjoys mucking about, cares deeply for his friends.”

“Hmm. Okay, I can do that, though I’m probably going to go over the limit. Repeatedly.” Russo takes a second to think, before starting. “We’ll go in alphabetical order:”

“AshleyTheUnicorn, RB Battles S2 finalist. Fearless, reckless, goes headfirst into battle, always encouraging her friends to be the same, BigB, we both know and love him, but he’s a little quieter around Robloxians from what it sounds like, DenisDaily, also a finalist - can charm anyone that he meets with just his smile, generally more aloof unless it’s a matter to do with someone’s wellbeing, DylanHyper, though we usually just call him Hyper - yet another finalist, prone to nervousness but also the smartest person in a room, if he's got a plan for something he'll have considered every detail, Flamingo, aka Albert, lover of chaos and breaker of rules, the type of person to kidnap people for fun, but does love his companions in his own way-"

“Slow down, what do you mean kidnap-"

“KreekCraft! Another finalist and the former victor. Jack-of-all-trades, super confident as long as you don’t question him and his determination is unmatched (even when it gets unhealthy), LeahAshe, finds it easy to make friends and teases them all, generally likes to act as both a mediator and as the cause of strife, adaptable but cowardly at times, MeganPlays, likes to know everything she can about everything and is always curious, a bit of a pessimist, and tends to hold grudges for longer than she can even remember, PinkLeaf, quiet and dislikes social situations, but with one heck of a temper so don’t anger him (we all think he’ll be the favourite to win Season 3), prefers to run away from fights both verbal and physical, iAmSanna, or just, well, Sanna, unafraid to speak her mind even with a sword pointed at her, super perceptive and spots everything, prone to intense emotions of whatever variety, Sketch, an ‘act-first-ask-questions-later’ kind of guy, likes to mess about and has a tendency to end up as a bit of a load, will look out for his team though always himself first, Finally, there’s TanqR, current reigning champion. Normally laid back and chill but has a fiery side, likes his control, likes the fact that people are intimidated by him, would rather solve his problems through punching.”

“Okay, there’s a lot you glossed over there, but I won’t bring it up.” Jimmy’s still reeling from the ‘kidnaps people for fun’ comment. “Ooh, ooh, actually, do me! You’re good at the 3-sentences thing, do me!”

“Hmm…only if you do me. SolidarityGaming, you’re, hm…prone to yelling and making mistakes, but more courageous than you first appear, and dedicated to whatever cause you choose.”

“Aww, that’s…you know, with the way that started, I really wasn’t expecting you to be nice there.” Jimmy admits, somewhat bashful. “As for you…well, you’re optimistic at all times and clearly will do whatever it takes to protect your friends, though I have to say, you’ve got some wild ideas.”

“I’m going to take that last part as a compliment.” Russo jokes, leading Jimmy to giggle.

“Well, your friends sound like a colourful bunch.”“We’ve gotten pretty good at controlling the more chaotic personalities. Uh, not perfect, but pretty good.” Russo replies.

“I certainly hope so.”